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coco-loco-nut · 29 days

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Iconic

pairing: Oscar Piastri x reader

summary: you make it your life goal to embarrass Oscar and annoy him, keeping things fun in his life

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“He’s so cute,” a girl sighs in the McLaren fan zone.

“He really is,” you smile, leaning against the barrier.

“Oh my god, hi!” the girl gasps, recognizing you from your boyfriend’s Instagram. You haven’t had social media since you were cyber bullied in middle school, so you were a mystery to his fans. It also let you go to fan zone and have fun with them. You also run a fan page for Oscar on Instagram.

“Hi, I hope you don’t mind that I am standing here?” you say, holding a folded poster in one of your hand and an arm full of friendship bracelets that Oscar helped you make.

“Not at all, oh my god. Sorry, it’s just that you are so iconic,” the girl says and you quirk your eyebrow.

“How so?”

“You don’t have social media which is iconic, but all the fans know how nice you are, and you are always hanging out with us here,” one of her friends say, you nod along.

“Of course I would be here, I gotta support Papaya boys,” you smile. “Wanna help me embarrass Osc?” you ask the group around you.

“It would legit be our honor,” the one laughs, you laugh with her.

“Here,” you take off some friendship bracelets and exchange them with the girls.

“You are the best WAG,” another girl says and you blush a little, dutifully putting on each bracelet.

“I really do try. I even run a fan account for Osc,” you laugh, not revealing more than that.

“No way, that’s actually icon behavior,” the first girl says and you grin.

“Want to see the sign?” you ask, excited to show your latest sign off. Oscar tried to look but you refused to even work on it until he left the hotel.

“Yes!” you are quick to unfold the sign. Your neat handwriting carefully placed each letter just large enough so Oscar could read it.

“Omg, I can’t wait to see his reaction,” one of the fans say, the area is brimming full now, ready for the drivers to come out in a couple minutes.

“Make sure you get pictures of his reaction, he’s so cute when he’s embarrassed,” you giggle, getting ready to hold the sign in front of you as Lando walk onto the stage, excited to see what you wrote this time. He reads it and laughs, turning towards where Oscar is entering. You watch his brows furrow as he reads it. Oscar- I want to eat you up like a pastry :). The Australian’s face turns bright red as he laughs and winks at you, trying to hide his awkward embarrassment at the pickup line. It wasn’t your best, but it was the perfect amount of cringe. Lando gives you a thumbs up from the stage.

“You were right, his face was priceless,” the fan says as you watch Oscar push back his mousy brown hair before putting the hat back on. You swear you might be drooling while watching him, but you catch his gaze falling on you too.

“I LOVE YOU OSCAR!” you yell as he waves goodbye to the fans, giving you a wink. You make sure all of your friendship bracelets are given away before thanking the fans for being cool about you chilling with them. You head back to the paddock, scanning your pass, and beelining to the McLaren motorhome.

“Y/n, can I have that sign?” Lando asks and you happily hand it over.

“As long as you don’t use it to steal my man, have at it,” you chuckle as the Brit hugs you in thanks before walking away.

“Eat me like a pastry?” Oscar gives you an amused smile. “You do know my parents watch that, right?” His favorite thing about you his your playfulness, you can be serious when needed, but your teasing and jests keep his life fun.

“Oh, I know, your mom helped me with that one, the fans loved it too,” you laugh. “You did look so hot up there,” you slightly exaggerate checking him out.

“Why don’t we go back to my drivers room and you show me how you’d like to eat me?” Oscar whispers in your ear, trying to seduce you, but you resist.

“Oh, I’d probably start with the thighs, best muscle to fat ratio in my opinion. Hm, now I’m kinda hungry, what is in hospitality?” you ask, moving towards the food area. Oscar wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back towards him as he picks you up to carry you to his room.

“Nope, don’t start things you can’t finish,” he says, clearly a little hot and bothered.

“Osc, I’m not a cannibal, I don’t actually eat humans,” you tease, not giving up on what you started. Oscar clearly had a different interpretation, maybe the right one, maybe not.

“Shut up before I make you shut up,” Oscar growls in your ear, quickly turning you on and making you drop the joke.

“Yes, Mister Piastri,” you say, knowing it’s affect on him as he drags you into his room, locking the door behind him. Oscar was a couple minutes late to his meeting, Lando holding back giggles as Oscar walks into the room.

“I see the fans aren’t the only ones who love Y/n,” Lando whispers to Oscar, who shoots him a glare. Meanwhile, you scroll Instagram using your fan page, laughing as some of them post the pic of you and the sign, the comments calling on your to reveal yourself via the fan page. You make a post about it as well just to blend in, thirsting over Oscar as well. You can’t imagine if he ever finds out about the account.

“Good luck, Osc. Drive safe,” you kiss him before he puts his helmet on.

“I am always safe,” he gives you his usual awkward smile, you smile back as he puts his helmet on. He squeezes your hand before walking over to the car. You take a seat in the garage, the headphones unflattering as always.

Your stomach drops as there is a crash late in the race, but you are instantly relieved when you realize that Oscar made in through and no one was hurt. He ends up in P2 for the race and you join the team in celebrating at the podium.

“Thank you for being my number one fan, even when you run a secret fan account,” Oscar hugs you in his drivers room.

“How? What?” you play if off but he just laughs, pulling out his phone.

“My private account follows you,” oscar laughs, and you just stare at him.

“That’s actually you? I thought it was a fan,” you quickly pull out your phone and request to follow his account, which he immediately accepts so that you can see all the cute posts he makes about you.

“Stop, Osc, you’re basically running a fan account for me,” you say, admiring his posts, including one from today of you holding the sign. You quickly type a comment that has the other drivers replying like crazy claiming that they found your secret account.

“You two decent?” Mark Weber’s voice says through the door, after a confirmation from Oscar, he lets himself in.

“Why wouldn’t we be decent, Mark?” you ask from the couch.

“I used to be a driver too, and after your fan zone sign nothing is off the table,” Mark shrugs causing you and Oscar to blush. “Anyway, I just wanted to tell you great race, I will see you in a few days,” Mark tells Oscar before leaving the room again. You still aren’t sure how Oscar was able to bag the former F1 driver as his manager. Oscar yawns and you notice how tired he is, sleepy Oscar is your favorite version of Oscar.

“Alright, let’s get you back to the hotel, first loser,” you tease, helping him gather his things to leave.

“Hey,” he groans at the jab.

“You could be Lando NoWins, my love,” turning your jests onto his teammate.

“That is true,” Oscar yawns, holding your hand as he leads you to his chauffeured car.

“Osc, would you marry me if I was a worm?”

“Who said I’d marry you at all?”

“Alright, that’s it, I’m deleting your fan page,” you pull out your phone. Oscar basically tackles you in the back seat as he lunges for the phone.

“I take it back, I’ll marry you right now if you want,” Oscar pleads.

“Who said I wanted to marry you? Do I look like a worm?” you retort, putting your phone away. Oscar just sighs in defeat.

“God gives is strongest people his greatest challenges, I’m not strong enough for this,” he groans a few seconds later, the tiredness setting in.

“Sorry, baby, I promise you will get unlimited cuddles when we get back to the room,” you smile softly, holding his hand tight.

“I love you,” he whispers, his beautiful brown eyes gazing into your eyes.

“I love you too.”

#f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #lando norris #unhinged behavior

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bakubunny · 5 months

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you said you wouldn't post more werewolf!bakugo x bunny hybrid!reader, but i said no such thing ;)

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werewolf!bakugo, who, every rut cycle, has to go "on a camping trip" to the woods. he normally leaves his pet bunny hybrid at home, sparing her the burden of having to deal with him. he doesn't want to scare her more than he already does. doesn't want his cute little bunny to fear for her life. and he knows there are instincts he has, more primal and hungry, that he might not be able to ignore if she comes along.

werewolf!bakugo, who makes one too many mistakes the next time his rut is coming. gets a little too snippy with his cute little bunny. makes her run away because he's yelling and snarling too much. he thinks, "good, i'll apologize when i come back and it's done". but he forgets to check the backseat of his truck. thinks the overwhelming smell of her in the car is just from all the rides she's taken with him there, amplified by his instincts.

werewolf!bakugo, who finally realizes his mistake when it's far too late to turn around. he shoves his poor little bunny in a room of her own in the cabin, tell her not to leave no matter what she hears, tells her to lock the door. it's a good thing he had at least some foresight, because there are latches lining the threshold.

bunny hybrid!reader, who's a good girl. she doesn't move a muscle. not even when she hears her master howling through the night in the adjacent room. not even when she hears the sound of chains — likely used to keep bakugo in place — rattling loud before they're ripped from the wall. not even when she hears the faux gentle knocks on her door followed by heavy pounding and demands to let her master in.

bunny hybrid!reader, who feels her heartrate increase when the door begins to rattle, shake, and splinter. she's shivering in fear (in anticipation?) when it all suddenly goes quiet. she can only hear the pounding of her heart, the rasp of her breath...

...and the window sliding open.

"ya forgot to lock this one, bunny"

a/n: i just came across a popular post where people were complaining abt too much bunny x werewolf stuff in general, so i guess if this somehow reaches that corner of the internet, this is my first real foray into this trope so don’t @ me for being in love with it ok?

eta: original werewolf kats post

neon’s gonna take me out with this istg fam. also we’re going to pretend for a moment that a ripped, 7ft+ werewolf can fit thru a window.

his voice sounded strange, lower and rougher than usual, hungry. you knew better than to ignore him.

“s-s-sorry, k-katsuki. i-i'm sorry,” you sputtered.

you weren’t sure what to expect as the whistle of the wind filtered in with the rumble of katsuki’s chest on his every breath. big, clawed hands pulled his massive frame through the window. you cowered and pulled into yourself as you sat on the bed he’d provided you with.

standing in front of you was a creature you didn’t recognize, one that looked more like a wolf on two legs, a human covered in ash blonde fur. he was at least two feet taller than you with patches of fur that were lighter on his chest and face. his teeth were bared as he snarled, nose scrunched along his muzzle. a growl stirred in his chest as he stared you down with crimson eyes. what was left of the binding on his wrists he’d tried to use to keep himself fell to the floor with a loud clunk. he stalked towards you, glare unwavering.

“p-please don’t be mad,” you said. "please don't h-"

katsuki’s fist flew towards your as he growled angrily, lips curled. he grabbed you by the face. you flinched, eyes shut tight. his grip was firm as one of his claws pressed painfully into your cheek, but you were unharmed.

sailva quickly built up around his bottom lip. a long, dark tongue dipped out to lick them. "don't you dare. i would never hurt ya. you should know that much by now."

your heart raced, a cold sweat on your skin as he stood there and watched you tremble in fear. instincts screamed at you to run, run, run. your stomach twisted into a tight knot of cramps from his scent; you couldn't pin it down but it was strong. but your brain, the last to follow, told you that katsuki was safe. so you froze.

“s-sorry, i’m sorry i didn’t know you - you-” your eyes scanned over his form again, terrifyingly strong and foreign.

“i know. i wasn’t gonna tell ya. but secret’s out now cause ya just had to sneak into the truck, didn’t ya? couldn’t just listen to me the first time like a good little bunny cause ya thought i was mad. what did you plan on doin’ once ya got here and i found out, huh? try n’ snuggle your way outta me bein’ all pissy like you usually do? ‘s a little different when ya don’t know what you’re gettin’ into, baby bun.”

katsuki studied your face as he licked his lips again, drooling by the time he did. “i know ya don’t get it all the time, but i’m tryin’ to keep ya safe. you’re lucky your first heat hasn’t hit yet… but-” he pushed his muzzle close to your neck and sniffed a little. his grip tightened painfully as he took in a deep breath and growled low in his chest.

“that’s about to change, ain’t it?”

@dcsiremc @zazter-den

#sorry for the cliffhanger #i couldn’t get past this without being too flustered #this is cringy and i don’t care #let me have this #i don't like how it turned out but here's more werewolf!kats brainrot #x reader #bakugou katsuki #aged up characters #tw hybrids #tw monsterfucking #mha smut #bnha smut #f!reader #🐺#bakugo katuski #bakugou x reader #bakubunny #cute moots

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literaryavenger · 6 months

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Broken

Summary: after Civil War you meet and bond with Bucky Barnes. You want to help him, but do you really realize how hard it's going to be?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Hints to eating disorder. Language probably, for now just fluff and innocent and broken Bucky. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.7K

A/N: This is my first story, and it's taken me a long time to even decide to post it. As of now I honestly have no idea where this story is going, the idea just popped in my head and I ran with it. I do have the first three chapters ready and I'm starting the fourth, I hope I find a plot at some point, we'll see how this one does and go from there.

Also, this is a reader version of a story I have on wattpad with an OC, if anyone wants to check that out the name's the same :) I had to rewrite it accordingly so if there are any mistakes that's why, feel free to point them out so I can fix them thanks.

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You enter the kitchen of the Avengers tower and saw two people sitting at the counter, immediately recognizing the one closer to the door.

"Stevie!" you practically yell, running towards the blonde man who stands up and opens his arms in time for you to jump on him, hugging him tightly while he raises you in the air and spins a little.

"Good morning, koala bear." he says while chuckling lightly.

"When did you come back?" you ask excitedly after a few minutes of hugging, not letting go just yet.

"Last night." he answered "Nat said you had just gone to sleep, I didn't wanna wake you."

"Steve, what's happening? Is she hurting you?" a voice you've never heard says.

You let go just enough for him to be able to put you back on the ground without letting go of you.

"It's okay, Buck, it's just a hug." he say to the other man as you turn a little to look at him better. He has a confused look on his face, at which Steve adds "It's just a way to express affection, it's fine."

At this you're a little confused yourself so you look at Steve who gives you a look that tells you not to question him, so you don't.

Instead you let go of Steve, turning completely towards his friend and stepping a little closer.

"Hi," you say looking at him and introducing yourself.

He doesn't look very comfortable so you don't try to shake his hand, choosing to wave a little with a smile.

He answers with a quiet "Bucky." while looking at the ground, like he's quite sure if he's even allowed to answer.

You tilt your head to the side, considering him for a second before saying "Do you want a hug, too? I promise I won't hurt you." you add quickly after he raises his head a little and you notice a slightly worried look on his face.

He thinks about it before just shrugging and nodding his head slightly.

"Okay. Do you... want to get up?" you hesitantly ask and he raises his head a little more, still not looking at your face but slowly getting up from his chair.

You glance at Steve who seems very interested in what's happening and is watching intently without making a sound. Your eyes meet for a few seconds and he raises an eyebrow and motions slightly towards his friend as if to tell you to keep going. You nod and get closer to Bucky until you're right in front of him.

You watch him for a couple of seconds and when his head stays lowered you decide to take the lead and move to put your arms around his neck, slowly so as not to startle him.

After several seconds of you gently hugging him while he stands with his arms to his sides, you're about to pull away when you feel him slowly move his arms to your lower back and keep them there lightly, being very careful like he was afraid of hurting you.

You smile a little into his shoulder and wait a couple of minutes before pulling away.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" you tease, your hands still on his shoulders.

He gives you a little smile and finally looks you in the eyes for the first time and, as soon as his eyes meet yours, you're transfixed by how blue they are.

You're not sure how long you two stay looking into each other's eyes, but you're brought back to reality by Bucky's voice.

"Are you okay?" he asks, seeming genuinely concerned.

"Yes? Um... if you ever want another hug I'm always up for it... I love giving hugs." you say smiling and taking your hands off his shoulders as he drops his arms to his sides again.

He drops his gaze to the ground again, while your eyes stay on his face and you see a small smile and a slight nod.

After a few more seconds of looking at him you turn around and start walking towards the fridge, passing Steve and noticing a weird smirk on his face.

"What?" you ask him with a confused look but still smiling.

"Nothing..." he says, still smirking.

"Okay, weirdo." you say back laughing a little.

"Okay, weirdo. Breakfast?" he asked.

"No, I'll just drink some water." you say casually, avoiding his eyes.

"Y/N..." he says warningly.

"It's fine, Stevie, I'm just not hungry." you say, still not looking at him and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

As soon as you turn around you're met with the slightly disappointed face of Steve and the confused face of Bucky.

"Besides I don't have to train until this afternoon..." Steve's worry doesn't fade, so you add "I'll eat something later, I swear." you don't know if he's convinced, but his face softens and he lets it go.

"How about you fill me in about what happened while I was gone?" he says, changing the subject with a sympathetic smile.

"Sure, I'll just take a shower first, is that okay?" He nods and you run to your room to take a quick shower.

After you come out you put on some sweatpants and a sports bra just to not have to change until after training.

You grab a hairbrush and run back downstairs where you find Steve waiting for you alone while sitting at the table.

"Hi koala, that was a quick shower." he says with a smile when he sees you.

You lean with your back to the counter in front of the table he's sitting at and start brushing your still damp hair.

"Yep, you know me it's either 5 minutes or 50." you say smiling while he chuckles. "Where'd your friend go?" you ask casually while concentrating on brushing away a knot in your hair.

"He went to take a shower. Last night he was so tired he practically passed out in the guest room."

You humm a response before asking "So, is he gonna live here now? You know, be a part of the team and all? Tony refused to share any details with me..." you add with disappointment, which you're sure he notices because of his answer.

"Tony's still not 100% okay with it, but he's getting there. You know how he is, he doesn't talk about things until he's finished processing them... anyway yes, he'll live here and eventually be part of the team, I hope."

You look up and think about his words before nodding and waiting for him to speak again, but when he doesn't you try to sound as casual as you can while asking questions about his friend. "Why did you have to tell him what a hug is?"

He doesn't look you in the eye and you know he's getting uncomfortable so you don't really expect him to answer. But he does nonetheless

"Buck's not really been himself for the last 70 years... he hasn't been shown a lot of kindness or humanity. That's why I was surprised that he let you hug him so fast. Don't get me wrong I'm happy about it, it's real progress I just wasn't expecting it so soon..." You let him talk without interrupting, pretending to be more concentrated on your hair than his word so as to not make him even more uncomfortable.

You know stories about Bucky in the 40s from Steve and you have seen photos of him, only in black and white, but it was nothing compared to having him in front of you. Something about him just made you want to know more, like you were drawn to him.

You guess Steve picked up on this because, after a little pause, he adds "Look, I know you want to know more, but it's not my story to tell. If and when he's ready, it's up to him who he wants to tell." damn him for knowing you so well.

Of course you understand what he was saying and you know he's right, so you nod and say "You're right... I won't push it, I promise." before he has time to reply though Bucky enters the kitchen with different clothes and wet hair.

To not let him know you were just talking about him Steve quickly says "So, tell me, what have I missed around here?"

You thought about it for a moment as you watch Bucky make his way through the kitchen and sit at the table next to Steve.

"Um, well, Tony made a new addition to the team. It was very abrupt and it's weird that he's so young, but he's a nice kid. His name is Peter, he's 15 from Queens and apparently he's this Spider-man that's been all over youtube. What?"

As you talked you could see a bit of guilt on Steve's face. "We've met him... didn't know he was a kid though..."

"Well, what happened?" you ask, getting more and more frustrated that no one will tell you anything.

You're part of the team after all, and, even though you don't have powers or are a super soldier, you think you have a right to know why everyone suddenly disappeared one day on some mission that you weren’t allowed to know anything about, and why it took half of the team a couple more weeks than the others to come back.

It's not that it was uncommon for you not to know details of a mission you weren't assigned to, but, since Fury chose you from the SHIELD agents to join the Avengers several years ago, it's never happened that a mission required the WHOLE team except one single person.

What pissed you off even more it's that you're not the youngest in the team, nor are you the newest or the least trained.

You started as a SHIELD agent right before Natasha, granted you were a teenager, but both of you trained a lot together with Clint and you fought alongside the other Avengers in the battle of New York.

You also fought together against Ultron, where you united forces with the Maximoff twins, Wanda and Pietro, (the latter had to spend a lot of time in the medbay after, having almost died) and then also Vision, which is still a little weird since you still have Jarvis controlling the tower.

In all of this time you developed family-like bonds with the whole team.

You honestly consider Tony a father figure, him and Pepper treat you like a daughter and you love them for it. Rhodey, Happy and Bruce are like uncles.

Natasha is like a big sister and Wanda is like a younger one. Clint, Thor and even Loki (since he's been made to spend his exile with you as punishment for New York) have been like big brothers to you, Vision and Pietro are kind of like younger brothers, and now even Peter the last few months.

Scott is another new face that's quickly becoming a chaotic best friend. Sam is like a best friend that still shamelessly flirts with you, after years, obviously knowing nothing is going to happen.

And Steve is your absolute best friend, your favorite brother. He's overprotective (to be fair they all are when it comes to you) and caring, can't really say no to you, spoils you a little and you love every minute of it.

They are your family, and having them keep what feels like a very serious and important situation from you, and only you, not only makes you extremely angry, but it's also very sad to think they don't trust you enough.

Or at least that's what it feels like even though they keep telling you that's absolutely not the case.

You can see how uncomfortable Bucky is getting, while Steve is looking more and more guilty by the second, but neither is saying anything, so you just give up.

"Fine," you say, a little disappointed. "Don't tell me. I guess I'll have to wait on Tony to know."

You don't wait for them to answer as you bring your attention to Bucky.

"Can I?" you ask him while pointing to his hair with the brush that you just finished using on yourself.

He gives just you a confused look, so you explain. "Your hair is pretty long, it would be better if you brushed it before it dries otherwise it hurts like hell to do it later."

He looks at Steve with an uncertain expression, and, when the blonde just shrugs in response, Bucky looks back at you and nods.

You go around the table and position yourself behind Bucky. "I'll be as gentle as I can, but I'm sorry if I hurt you. If you want me to stop, just say so, okay?"

He nods again and you start to slowly and carefully brush his hair while telling Steve all the things you did with the others while he was gone.

The mysterious mission happened about 3 months ago, half of the team came back after a day, the others a couple of weeks later, while Steve and Bucky were the only ones to come back just now.

You tell Steve how you bonded with Peter over being "Tony's children", how Scott became something of a girlfriend and the time you spent with him and his daughter, Cassie, who was just adorable.

You tell him about the weird best friend-like friendship that Peter and Loki developed, much to Tony's annoyance, but that you find very cute and funny.

You tell him about all the pranks that you pulled with anyone and against everyone, specially with Sam, Scott and Loki and against Happy, Clint and Thor.

Steve knows everyone in the team is very quick to forgive you, he always jokes about how you have everyone wrapped around your finger, especially Tony.

And you have to admit, he's not totally wrong. Nobody really stays mad at you for more than a couple of days, and sometimes you're definitely treated like the kid of the family. The golden child.

Even Fury has a soft spot for you, which is very rare, to the point that you're the only one allowed to call him Nick.

You also tell Steve of all the "family time" he missed, which is essentially a whole lot of movie nights, game nights and things like that.

You tell him all the jokes you can remember being said, all the funny moments, all the missions and all the times when you missed him like crazy.

By the time you're done telling him everything you could remember, he's crying laughing and you're almost done with Bucky's hair.

"Are you okay? Am I hurting you?" you ask Bucky, as Steve tries to compose himself, still laughing at the prank you and Sam pulled on Clint where you turned his whole room into a giant bird's nest.

Bucky shakes his head and says a quiet "I'm okay" that you're sure Steve doesn't even hear over his own laughter.

You gently finish brushing his hair, then sit in the chair next to him leaning in and gently turning his head towards you so you can check you did a complete job.

At this point his hair is dry and falling down both sides of his face. You push his hair behind his ears to see his face better and smile, his eyes scanning your face.

Neither of you take notice that Steve has stopped laughing and is watching you with the same smirk he had after you hugged as you're both too intent in taking in each other's appearances.

"Is that better?" you ask after a few minutes of silence.

"What?" he ask, a little confused, which makes you giggle.

"Your hair. Is that better?" you ask again.

"Oh. Yeah, thank you." he says blushing, his voice still very quiet.

"You're adorable." you said with another giggle that makes Steve laugh too, while Bucky blushes even more.

You smile at him again before getting up, giving Steve a kiss on the side of the head while you pass him and going towards the door. "I'll see you guys at lunch. I'm supposed to meet Scott and Cassie in 10 minutes. Bye, Stevie."

"Bye, koala bear." Steve answers.

"Bye, Bucky."

"Bye." he says, still kind of quiet but loud enough for you to hear.

You turn around and give him one last smile before going through the living room to the elevator and to the floor that Scott's now living in and where Cassie spent the night.

part 2

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kopilot-pop · 8 months

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[Tired] pt.1

- Le Sserafim x 6thMember!Reader

Summary: After a harsh criticism from one of your teachers, you started to fall into a bad habit again. You started staying overnight at the company, your knees are always bruised, and you probably shouldn’t have 3 cans of Redbull everyday… Thankfully, your bandmates have easily recognized your behaviors and decided to put it to an end.

Warnings: overworking, self-hate, etc.

a/n: I think I’m a bit too obsessed with hurtfics lmao. I mostly wrote this as just a platonic relationship fyi.

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Nauseous.

That’s how you feel right now.

Sitting in front of you is the dance teacher, with her legs crossed and tapping her clipboard. This wasn't the first time, actually, this is the third time you were put in this situation this week.

You’re the main dancer of the group, so the teacher always put extra pressure on you compared to the other girls, but today she seemed extra fed-up with you.

Thus, here you were, dragged out to an old practice room in the middle of a session with your whole group.

“That’s it?” She sighed.

“That’s all you can do? Really? Did you even notice all the mistakes you’ve made? Listen, Y/n-”

There’s not much you can do. You’re well aware of the steps you missed and you’re also well aware of how talented the woman sitting in front of you is, too. That doesn’t change the fact that every word that comes out of her mouth feels like a stab wound.

“I don’t care how talented you think you are-“

‘I don’t think I’m talented.’

“Did you even practice at all? This is a special stage L/n Y/n-"

‘You watched me practice every day.’

“Are you trying to be an embarrassment on live tv?”

‘I’m trying my best not to.’

“Main dancer my ass, a trainee could do better than you-”

‘You just came back from yelling at them…’

“Are you not even embarrassed to stand next to your group? I mean, if I’m being honest here Kazuha-”

‘Ah, there it is.’

If there was anything this teacher was know for, it’s the constant comparing and belittling between teammates. You thought you might have gotten used to it by now, but that hit your throat.

You don’t have anything against your teammates - goddamit, you’d risk your life in a second for any of them. But, whenever she decided to use the girls to bring you down, it hurt just a little more than usual.

After several minutes of the teacher’s lecture, you were finally let go.

When you entered the practice room the girls were starting to pack up. You checked the clock and realised that it's almost midnight. Eunchae is curled up against the wall, wearing your jacket, while Sakura is trying her best to wake her up. Your leader noticed you immediately and walked up to you in worry.

"Hey Y/n, everything okay?"

"...Yeah. It's nothing."

Her deep frown made you sick to the stomach. You don't want her to worry- you don't want any of the members to worry. This is something you can deal with yourself, right? If you get better everything will be perfect. Just perfect.

"I was thinking of staying a bit more. Y'know, the teacher had me held up for quite while." You let out a tired chuckle.

Chaewon didn't like the idea at all and you could tell.

"I... fine. Just make sure you to keep contact, okay?"

"Of course."

"Huh- is Y/n not coming with us??" Yunjin with her tired body dragged herself towards the two of you. She gives you a tired hug and leaves for the car.

"Don't take too long Y/n." Sakura gives you a worried smile after helping Kazuha carry a sleepy Eunchae on her back.

"Yeah, I promise."

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You're an amazing liar.

That's what Chaewon realized while staring at the sun slowly coming up from the skyline.

As the leader, she stayed up late waiting for you to come home. A worried Yunjin insisted on waiting with her, but unfortunately she fell asleep after a bit on the couch.

Chaewon called you 50 times and messaged you a 100 times, but you haven't responded to a single one of them. She was pissed off at first, but that anger slowly dissolved into worry- all sorts of concerns popping up in her head.

'What if you passed out? What if you got hurt while practicing? You sprained your ankle in the past, what if the same thing happened again? Oh, what if your trainee habits are happening again? What if-'

Her train of thoughts stopped when she heard the door lock beep. She practically sped to the front door.

You sent her a nervous look, frozen while trying to take of your shoes.

"..."

"Hey unnie.."

"Do you know what time it is?"

Chaewon folded her arms and glared you down. She started her usual lecture. How worried she was, how disappointed, and how absolutely furious she is because of you ignoring all her efforts to contact you. She was absolutely furious.

"Didn't Kkura unnie tell you to not take long? Didn't I tell you to answer my calls?? It's 7 in the morning Y/n! You're telling me you were in the practice room for, what- 6 hours?! Do you realize how dangerous-!"

"YES! Yes, I know! And I'm sorry. Just... please... can we talk about this later?"

Chaewon looked at the bags under your eyes and let out a sigh.

"..Fine... Go get some rest.... This isn't over."

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A/N: I know this isn't the best place to cut, but like... I'm extremely tired. So sorry. I'll come back with a second part soon. Love y'all <3

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The Cardinal's Bride, Chapter 13: And You Can Hold Me

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Cardinal Copia x Female Reader: A night of bliss, some Italian lessons and lots of love.

Warnings: descriptions of drowning during a nightmare but then it's very sappy and smutty, nsfw, 18+ only mdni, 3,800 words

He wasn’t here.

You had been glancing around the church almost constantly, each look becoming slightly more desperate than the last. The only people you saw though were the guests in attendance. Each face turned to look directly at you. As you kept your eyes on one of Saltarian’s business partners his face seemed to contort and morph before you. His smile grew wider and wider, his eyes darker and more menacing. When you were able to finally look away you could see the same thing happening to every other person there.

He wasn’t coming.

The priest continued to drone on although none of his words were making sense. It suddenly felt like you were under water, your movements slow as if you were drowning. The only thing keeping you in place was the harsh grip of Saltarian’s hands. His fingers felt like claws, the tips of his nails digging into your wrists. He must have known that if he let go you would drift away, your dress billowing around you in the water as you sank and sank and sank.

He didn’t care.

They were yelling at you, their faces contorted now like the others. You tried to yell back, to scream at them that you couldn’t hear what they were saying. That you weren’t supposed to be here, that Copia and his Ghouls should have been here by now. They should have swooped in and saved you and burned this place down. Cruel words from Saltarian began to echo in your head. He was telling you that you belonged to him now. That Copia had changed his mind, that he wasn’t coming.

He changed his mind.

You opened your mouth, using all your strength to try and scream at him that he was wrong. Still no sounds came out. Your mouth just filled with water, your lungs burned for air. He’d be here, he promised he’d be here. When you looked at Saltarian again his eyes were red and black wings jutted out from his back. He was laughing, they were all laughing and clapping and cheering.

He didn’t love you.

Finally you were able to scream, bubbles erupting from your mouth as you shoved Saltarian away. With desperate movements you tried clawing yourself to the surface. The priest tried to grab you next, his hands tearing at your dress to keep you underwater but you kicked at him viciously. More hands were on you then. Hands taking hold of your feet and pulling you back down again. The light above you, above the water was dimming. You couldn’t scream any more but you still tried...

“No! No no no n–”

“Principessa!” Copia’s voice had you jerking awake and gasping for air. You panicked when you didn’t recognize anything around you, the darkness of the room reminding you of your nightmare immediately. “Hey now, you’re safe.”

You clung to him, still trying to catch your breath. He was holding you close, his hands soothing over your hair and back while he continued to reassure you. Soft kisses were pressed along your cheeks and then onto your shoulder, each touch of his lips helping to pull you from the nightmare. You pressed your face against his chest, right over his tattoo. His chest hair tickled your skin but you didn’t move, you never wanted to move from this spot.

When your breathing finally slowed and your heart calmed down you were able to focus more on Copia. Memories of the day before, of the night before, came rushing back and you could feel your cheeks heating up. You became aware of your nakedness, of his nakedness, and you were suddenly afraid to move. It wasn’t until you started to focus on the soft words he was murmuring into your hair that you finally got the courage to pull away.

“What are you saying?”

Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the room so you could see his smile and his fond gaze. He cupped your cheek, sweeping his thumb across the skin before he answered.

“I am praying.” He leaned close, gently kissing your forehead and your nose before whispering for a moment in Italian. When he was done he pulled away, a somewhat shy smile on his face. “Asking Lucifer to watch over you.”

“Isn’t that your job?”

He chuckled while rolling onto his back. Copia’s arms were still wrapped around you so you ended up being pulled along, your body now pressed against his side. He was warm, his skin surprisingly soft against yours. His fingers started trailing up and down your arm, goosebumps appearing in their wake.

“I need all the help I can get. You get into lots of trouble Principessa.”

“Excuse me?” You stared up at him accusingly, annoyed to see that damn smirk on his face. “In case you’ve forgotten all of this is your fault.”

“All of it, eh?” In a flash he was moving, tumbling you onto your back and hovering over you. “Even this?”

He didn’t let you answer, instead dropping his head down to kiss you. His mouth was demanding and persistent but you matched his movements. Would you ever get tired of kissing him? Of him holding you close and making you feel safe? And after last night would you ever get tired of this?

His mustache tickled your neck when he trailed kisses down to your shoulder. You buried your fingers in his hair and wrapped a leg around his waist. The both of you moaned when his cock rubbed against you, the tip already wet.

“Copia, I–oh.” He had reached back to grasp your knee, pulling your leg away from his waist and then pressing it down onto the bed. You whimpered when he moved away but the wild look on his face had you instantly silent, your breath panting as you waited for what he would do next. “I want you.”

You didn’t really want to wait.

He gave you a bright grin before straightening up, his eyes slowly trailing down your body. His hands were quick to follow, the rough calluses catching at the skin of your breasts. Your nipples hardened when he rolled them between his fingers. With an impatient noise you hooked a leg around his waist again, desperate for him to take you.

“Patience, Diavolessa.” One hand continued to cup your breast while the other slid down your belly before moving to your side. “Let me savor you.”

“Savor me later.”

It was his turn to pant when you took his cock in hand, the both of you watching as it jumped under your touch. He let out a string of Italian, you had no idea what the words meant but they sounded just as desperate as you felt. With a whine he pulled away, his hands finding the inside of your thighs and parting them. Copia’s eyes caught yours when he moved a hand up to your cunt, his fingers rubbing through the wet flesh there.

“Così bisognoso, così bagnato.”

You reached up behind you and grasped the metal of his headboard, your hips lifting off the bed when he pushed a finger inside. He didn’t look away as he started pumping it in and out of you, soon adding a second and a third. The wet sounds of them moving added to your panting, all of it echoing around you until the sensations crescendoed and you came around his fingers. You couldn’t keep your eyes open, squeezing them shut as your breathing slowed.

He was still watching you when you finally opened them, his hand wet with your release moving up and down his cock. A sudden flash of shyness moved through you but you didn’t look away, the tendrils of worry from your nightmare still there. The fear that maybe this was all you would have, all you could have. And that soon everything would come crashing down around you and you’d be alone.

“Hey now, come back to me.” You took a trembling breath, furiously wiping at the few tears that had broken loose. “Where did you go?”

“Nowhere I wanted to be.”

Copia smiled and he looked so beautiful right then you wanted to cry some more. The moonlight that snuck past his curtains caught on his eyes, on his smile and on the various scars that littered his chest and arms. You looked lower and saw the knife wound from the story he had told you before. A moment that felt like ages ago now.

“Bene, because you only need to be here. With me.” As he spoke he shifted so he could run the tip of his cock over you, making both of you groan. It caught at your entrance and your hips moved on their own accord to try to get him to move deeper. “Forever, sÌ?”

All you could do was nod because he chose that moment to start entering you, his thick length stretching you like his fingers never could. You wrapped your legs around his waist trying to pull him closer and he obliged, pushing into you as far as he could go. He flexed his hips, grinding against you and making you cry out. It felt so good, so wonderful you knew you would never tire of it. Of him.

“Copia…” He looked up from where you were joined, his smile still firmly in place. You reached up to smooth his hair back before tracing a finger down his forehead and to the tip of his nose. His eyes crossed briefly as he followed it and when it went lower to trace across his mustache he moved quickly to nip at it, making you laugh. “I love you.”

“What’s not to love?” He chuckled when you scoffed and rolled your eyes but before you could retort he rested your foreheads together and whispered the words you would never tire of hearing, “I love you too.”

You kissed then, your tongues tangling briefly before he started to move his hips. The slow drag of him pulling out was just as good as you remembered. Copia was pressing back in soon enough, building up to a rhythm that had you both hanging on to each other. Your hands slipped on his sweaty skin until you finally gripped one hand in his hair. That had him letting out a desperate sound and he began to move faster, Italian falling from his lips onto your skin.

Each time he pulled out you flexed your legs to bring him back and he obliged with a snap of his hips. It was so different from earlier but exactly what you both needed now. You knew there would be more tender moments in the future, hopefully an endless amount of them. But right now you just needed him to take you, to make you his again and again.

“F-fuck me, oh please Copia I–”

He let out a delirious laugh at your words, starting to move faster and bringing you closer to your peak once more. One of his hands wandered down to where you were joined and you started seeing stars when he rubbed at you.��

“If you start talking like that I’ll never let you out of this bed.” His movements became a little less coordinated and you were so close all he had to do was circle your clit with his thumb and you were gone, whimpering his name over and over as you came. Copia followed soon after, his cock kicking inside of you, emptying inside of you. With a wild sounding moan he dropped down, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “That’s actually not a bad idea.”

You’d agree with him if you could speak so instead you just held onto him, cataloging how he felt inside and around you and falling more in love every moment.

“Capo.”

Copia moved your finger out of the way and kissed the spot where you had pointed to on your forehead. Your nose scrunched up like it usually did at the feel of his mustache tickling you.

“Capo.” He smiled when you repeated it, pulling your hand close to your mouth and nipping at your fingertip. “Hey!”

“So bossy.” His tongue peeked out to soothe the sting left by his teeth and then he let go, grinning when he saw you glaring at him. “What’s next?”

“Here.”

He kissed where your finger had been, right at the tip of your nose.

“Naso.” Another kiss before his eyes glanced lower to your lips and he was soon kissing you there, sucking your bottom lip between his and pulling away. “Labbra.”

“Again.”

“Labb–”

“No, kiss me again.” He tutted at you, leaning back quickly when you tried to initiate the kiss. “Copia.”

“Ask me nicely. In Italiano.”

“Per favore.”

Your reward was instant, his warm mouth moving against yours once more. You nipped at his tongue when he slid it between your lips, smiling when he pulled back with a growl.

“Diavolessa.” He raised an eyebrow when you just smiled smugly at him, sighing before moving to hover his lips over your cheek. “Guancia.” You obediently replied, smiling when he stopped to kiss your mouth again. Copia moved lower then, dropping a series of kisses down the column of your throat. “Collo.”

“Collo.”

He had already started moving again when you began to repeat him, open mouthed kisses lower and lower until he was between your breasts. His hands came up to cup them and you sighed at the feeling, throwing your arms up behind your head to grip the pillow.

“Tetta.” He nipped gently at the side of one, his teeth barely grazing the skin. While he mouthed at the sides his thumbs started to rub your nipples, getting them to harden quickly. His mouth moved up to cover one, sucking the tip into his mouth and flicking his tongue against it roughly before pulling off with a pop. “Capezzolo.”

“C-capezz–oh yes, like that.”

Copia was lapping at your nipple, lathing across it with his tongue and then just barely touching it with his teeth. You dropped a hand to grip his head, scratching your nails across his scalp as he worshipped your flesh. Too soon, far too soon he pulled away, his lips swollen and his hair wild from your fingers.

“Shall we keep going?”

All you could do was nod and he smiled as he trailed kisses down your stomach. He was murmuring as he went but you couldn’t catch any of the words. Not until he flicked his tongue across your belly button causing you to shriek.

“Copia!”

“Ombelico.” You glared at him, refusing to give in to a smile when he laughed. With a shake of his head he moved lower, his eyes not leaving yours. His smile grew when he skipped over your cunt, his breath barely tickling you there before he placed a sucking kiss to the inside of one of your thighs. “Coscia.”

“Coscia.”

He kept going, quickly touching your knee down to your ankle with his lips.

“Ginocchio, caviglia…”

“You missed a spot.”

Copia raised his head up from the top of your foot, giving you a questioning look.

“Did I?” When you nodded he frowned, trying and failing to appear innocent. “I don’t think I did. I’ve been very thorough Principessa.”

“Quit kidding around.” You yanked your foot away, prodding him in the shoulder with your toes when he didn’t move. “Finish.”

When he stayed still you pushed him a little harder, laughing when he clutched at his shoulder and feigned being hurt. He took a hold of your ankle again, kissing it once before sighing and shaking his head.

“You are so cruel to me. Here I am, trying to impart knowledge on you and you kick me.”

“I barely touched you. Besides, you're the cruel one! Skipping over that.”

“Hmm, this?” He was kissing his way up your leg, pausing at your knee with a raised eyebrow. When you shook your head he frowned and looked your leg up and down. “I’m not sure what I missed.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Un idiota? Me?” You nodded, refusing to laugh at him when he laid his head against your thigh and gave you a pathetic look. “Show me what I missed and I’ll make it right.”

Your cheeks immediately flamed, which seemed silly considering you had been laying naked in his bed for hours now. After taking a fortifying breath you widened your legs further, opening yourself up to him. His eyes quickly went between your legs while his nostrils flared and his tongue snuck out to lick his lips. Slowly, far too slowly, he ran his hand up your thigh until his fingers grazed your cunt.

“There.”

“Here? Is this what I missed?” Speech was impossible so you gave him a quick nod, gripping the sheets when he brought his face closer to you. His tongue was warm against your clit when he circled it, flicking it just like he had done with your nipple. “Clitoride.”

His lips closed around it and he sucked, his cheeks hollowing as he drew it into his mouth. While he gave it attention the fingers of one hand brushed over your entrance and you cried out, gasping please, please, please over and over. He pulled off your clit, shushing you while he kept tracing around your wet opening.

“C-Copia. P-per favore…”

He didn’t say anything before his mouth closed over you and his tongue began to lap at your entrance roughly. You threw a leg over his shoulder trying to open yourself up for him as much as you could. His tongue was quickly inside of you, rubbing the inside of your walls and making you cry out as loudly as you dared. While he licked inside of you his nose rubbed against your clit, the dual sensations working you to orgasm faster than you expected. Right when you were on the edge Copia pulled away, his smile smug and infuriating.

“Fica.”

With that he lowered his head, his tongue finding its way back inside of you and your orgasm finding you not long after.

“What will we do in the morning?” Your voice was barely over a whisper, like you were afraid to speak too loudly and break the spell you’d both been under since last night. “Do we have to leave?”

“No. Not yet at least.” Copia’s voice was just as quiet, his eyes even closed as he spoke. “But I’ll need to talk to Secondo. See where we stand.”

“Do you think more men will be coming?”

“I don’t doubt it, Principessa.” One hand rubbed soothingly up and down your back while the other cupped your chin. “But we’re safe here for the moment.”

“Where would we even go? If we left.”

“Hmm. Probably Primo’s.”

You hummed, laying your head on his chest when he let go of your chin. He had barely spoken about his eldest brother at all so you had no idea what to expect. You still weren’t sure what to expect from the other two brothers, especially after their actions to try and send you away.

“And after that?” Copia tensed beside you and you immediately regretted asking but the shadow of your nightmare was still fresh. “Will I…will I still have to go to Saltarian?”

“I don’t know.” You squeezed your eyes shut at his answer, hating how scared it made you. Copia murmured your name but you stayed still and quiet, not trusting yourself to speak. With a grunt he turned onto his side making it impossible to avoid meeting his eyes. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to let you out of my sight again.”

“Then don’t.”

“Don’t think about it, just think about this.”

He kissed you then and you could feel the emotion he was pouring into it. They were emotions you returned, eagerly kissing him back and sighing into his mouth when one of his legs slipped between yours. Copia kept moving it higher until it was pressed against you and it was impossible not to start moving your hips. You broke away from the kiss with a gasp when the fingers of one of his hands found your clit, knowing exactly how to touch you to make you wet.

“Copia…”

“That’s it, Principessa. Come for me, I want to watch.”

It didn’t take long with his sweet words continuing next to you. He lowered his head to suckle at your breasts and it was enough to have you coming once more, a broken whimper leaving you as you ground against his fingers and his thigh, coming all over both. You watched as he started to touch himself, his hand moving quickly and you covered his hand with your own when you realized how close he was.

“No, in me. Take me, please.”

He grinned, tangling his fingers with yours for a moment. The muscles in his arm were fascinating to watch as they flexed when he moved. Copia was going a lot slower than he had been, trying to savor the feel of your fingers on his flesh. You couldn’t help but start to move against his thigh again, his skin still wet from your release. With a curse he released your hand, rolling onto his back and tugging you with him.

“Come here.” You let him maneuver you until you were sitting up and straddling him. His cock hard in front of you, wet and ready. He smirked as he gently patted your thighs, encouraging you to raise up as he took his cock in hand again. “Like this.”

Your mouth fell open as you hovered over him, your body eager to take him in. The muscles in his arms strained as he helped slowly lower you down, your legs shaking until you were seated fully. You could tell he was holding himself back, his body trembling a bit while he waited for you to get used to the position. He sighed when you placed your hands on the soft flesh of his belly and moved your hips slightly.

“Like this?” He nodded, grabbing your hips and helping you move in a way that had you both moaning. Copia had started to talk in Italian while his hands began to wander from your hips to your ass. “N-no more Italian lessons Copia I c-can’t, ah!”

With a grunt he stilled and you looked forward again to watch him, instantly becoming suspicious when you saw him clearly trying to hold a laugh in.

“No more Italian lessons, Principessa.” His hands moved back to your hips, holding you tight as he bent his legs and planted his feet on the bed. “Time for a different lesson.”

“What kind of lesson?”

He grinned, covering your hands with his once more and giving them a squeeze.

“Hang on and I’ll show you.”

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greynatomy · 5 months

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surprise

katrina gorry x reader

based on this request.

harper’s gonna be a big sister!!!

part 1 part 2

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“Flowers.”

“Check.”

“Chocolates.”

“Check.”

“Card.”

“Check.”

You and Harper are at the store, buying things for Katrina for Mother’s day. It isn’t until tomorrow, but you wanted to get everything ready.

The next morning, you woke up extra early, leaving the comfort of your wife’s embrace, successfully not waking her. You walked to your daughter’s room, rubbing your hands up and down her back.

“Wake up, Harps. We gotta make Mummy breakfast.”

“Mmm, no.” She stuffs her face closer to the pillow.

“It’s Mother’s Day, remember.”

Harper sits up, gasping, suddenly wide awake.

“Mother’s day!”

You carry Harper on your hip to the kitchen, hair all over the place.

“What should we make Mummy?”

“Uh, pacakes, eggs, bacon.”

Harper helped you mix the pancake batter, reminder her to not eat it cause it’s yucky. You plate all the food and place them in a tray. Walking to the room carefully, you place it down on the table in the corner of the room, helping Harper up on the bed.

“Happy Mummy Day!” She yelled, going into Katrina’s space, cuddling her.

Katrina sits up, back against the headboard, eyes light in up at the sight of her family.

“Oh, this is amazing. I love it.”

You had a bit of a family day, Katrina saying she wanted nothing more than to relax with the two of you. She also did get you some goodies to celebrate you on this day too and you were more than grateful.

———

A month later, you were in London for some meetings. Kyra practically forced you to stay in her place instead of some hotel, saying “I wanna spend some time with my Papa.”

You couldn’t say no.

You arrived in the afternoon, looking for the spare key Kyra told you where, but it’s nowhere to be found.

“Woah, woah! Can I help you?” You hear near you.

“Yeah, just looking for the spare key, by I can’t find it.”

“Are you at the right place?” You can tell they’re a bit cautious of you from the tone of their voice.

“Of cour—”

“Papa!” A voice you recognize all too well yells, jumping into your arms. “You’re here!”

“Hey, Roo. How ya been?”

“Good. Good.”

You both are catching up, completely forgetting about the other two that came with Kyra.

“Why’d Kyra call her Papa?” Katie asks Caitlin.

“That’s Mini’s wife.”

“Ah.”

The next day, you left the apartment before Kyra even woke up, leaving a note in the kitchen. It’s a busy day for you.

What you didn’t know was that Kyra was already up, texting your wife the all clear that she could come up. Opening the door, Kyra greeted her mother and sister figures.

They’ve decorated the whole place, having many, many breaks in between. Charli and Kyra were in charge of baking the cake, Mini obviously supervising.

It isn’t until a couple hours later that they hear keys unlocking the front door. They all get into places, lights turned off.

“Happy Father’s Day!”

You flinch in shock, not expecting this kind of welcome home.

“Harper!” You exclaim, excited to see your daughter after being away for a while. You carry Harper on your waist, walking over to where your wife stood. “Hey, baby.”

“Uh, hello? I’m here too.”

“Charli! You’re here!”

“Thanks! I feel the love.”

You didn’t expect to be celebrated on Father’s Day, don’t was an unexpected but appreciated surprise.

“I’ve got one last present.” You wife spoke up, handing you a small box. “Go ahead. Open it.”

She has a big smile on her face, which makes you skeptical, but open the box nonetheless. Carefully lifting the top off, you see a small little stick.

“What is this?” You ask, taking it out for further inspection. “Do you have covid?”

“Wha-no. I don’t have covid.” She looks at you as if you’d grown two heads.

“Two lines means covid though, right?”

“Huh? Let me see.” Kyra takes the stick out of your hands. “What! No way! Are you stupid?”

“What? What is it?”

“She’s pregnant!”

“What? Oh my god!” You carefully walk towards your wife, going down on your knees, pressing your forehead to her stomach. “There’s a baby in here?”

“Are you crying?”

“Shut up, Charli.”

“Harper! You’re gonna be a big sister!”

“Big sister!”

“Yeah! There’s a baby in Mummy’s belly.”

“Mummy eat a baby?”

“No!”

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lovingseventeen · 1 year

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Hi!! Hope you are doing well!!

I absolutely love your account.

I was wondering whether you could write a scenario with svt where the boys realize they are in love.

svt realizing they’re in love ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

a/n: hi! and thank you for this request! i’m so so sorry this took so long for me to get out. i always had this in the back of my mind and i’ve been thinking about so many scenarios for the boys.. i hope it’s better late than never.. also SORRy this is a day later than i promised, school got in the way

also trying a slightly different format because the bullet points occasionally make the posts so long.. BUT ALSO ALSO: thank you for 800!!

(established relationships unless stated otherwise)

seungcheol:

he knew he liked you for the longest time, but love was another word that was so big, so strong, it intimidated him to even think of it. but he knew when he realized he was always looking for you

he was driving home and everything he passed by, his thoughts connected them to you a bakery? y/n’s birthday is coming up, i should surprised them with a cake. a billboard for a new movie? would y/n want to go see that? the trailer looked good.. a park? is that the same one we went to when y/n made that bento? even a convenience store: y/n better not be eating ramen again..

jeonghan:

it's when he sees that you don't fall so easily for his pranks. he knows you're on the same wavelength as him, truly his other half.

you're at the airport about to take your first trip together. "baby i forgot our passports at home" he suddenly tells you, pretending to rummage through his backpack.

you look back at him with a half smile, "no you didn't, you're just being silly. c'mon we have to start checking in now." he's smiling back at you even if his little prank didn't work. as he follows you from behind, he feels a little shift in his feelings for you. ah, is this what they mean about love? he wonders.

joshua:

it's when the two of you are in the car and you're singing (half-yelling). he's humming along to parts that he recognizes as he drives, but not without stealing glances to see you passionately belt out every single word.

it's at a red light that he looks over to you and at the same time, you're enthusiastically bumping along to the rhythm in your seat. you point to him as you sing along to some cheesy lyric about being in love except to him, it's not cheesy at all. instead, he feels his heart skip a beat when he realizes he loves you.

jun:

it's so simple, really. this one time, he makes this opera voice to you as he laid out options for dinner.

"so we can order from our usual or try that new place nearby that just opened up~~" he asked, trilling his voice in random places dramatically.

you think out loud, humming, but then replying in the same silly manner as you choose. "i think we can try the new place~~" you sing back, making your voice two octaves lower. you're both laughing after but his smile feels a little deeper to him and he wonders if this feeling is what he thinks it is.

hoshi:

hoshi has never run from his feelings, he's always embraced them.

it's when he picks you up for a date and sees the skip in your step to greet him. you fall into his arms for your usual hug but with a little more accidental momentum.

he laughs as he catches you, "hi pretty" he smiles. your arms are wrapped around his middle and your face is so close to his as you're smiling back at him just as big. this is when he knows. "i love you, you know" he declares, kissing your cheek.

wonwoo:

one night where he can’t sleep, he figured he really needs to hear your voice. he accidentally disregards the time, not realizing he’s been awake for so long and that it’s three am. you pick up your phone after couple rings (it took you a moment to wake up).

“hello?” you asked, voice muddled with sleep. he can't help but feel some kind of relief, some kind of comfort so specific to you.

“i just wanted to hear your voice."

"right now?" you can't help but ask. this is where he checks his phone and realizes how late it actually is.

"oh, i'm sorry" he almost whispers.

"is everything okay?" your concern warmed him.

"yeah, yeah, everything's fine," he assures you, almost whispering those three words so late into the night. "go back to sleep, love." he's never really used that pet name, but he figures it'll have to do for now.

woozi:

it hits him where he spends the most time: his studio. the last two weeks or so he hasn't been able to see you and he's been starting to feel bad. he tries to text you when he can, but he still replies hours later or not at all. somehow, his schedule was arranged down to the hour.

yet you managed to drop off food for him at the hybe building occasionally, brightening his day even a little bit. he was always in the middle of something else, whether it be a dance practice, a going seventeen shoot, a photoshoot, recording, or producing. so it was always a manager or an assistant taking the food from you to bring up to him.

when jihoon finally gets a day off, he's almost rushing to see you. he almost expects you to look unexcited, or even mad, but he's surprised to see you simply happy. he takes you out to lunch and as you wait for your meal, he blurts out what he feels is a necessary apology.

"sorry for what?" you looked back at him, puzzled.

he's caught off guard at your confusion. "um, for not really being around the last two weeks," a nervous hand comes up behind his head, "i feel like i didn't reach out enough."

you take his hand, "weren't you just working? it's a busy time right now, isn't it?"

"well yeah, but still-"

"baby i wouldn't have agreed to dating you if i would have a problem with your schedule," you assured him, "as long as we're still trying with each other, we'll be fine."

"i still feel bad," he sighs, taking your hand in both of his.

"baby, i wouldn't want you to worry about us on top of all of your responsibilities," you tell him. "i'm really okay, honestly, and if anything ever comes up, i'll promise to talk to you."

he sees the genuine look of understanding from your eyes as you sit across from him. he feels his heart hammering in his chest and it's like he's been brought to the months where we was just falling for you. but this time, it's much grander and he knows it's love.

dokyeom:

he knew he was in love the first time he made you laugh. he's probably the one member who would realize it before you were officially dating.

you held onto his arm as you laughed, shaking your head as his antics and this is when he knew. you looked at him with the warmest smile and he was already falling.

far into the future people will ask him when he knew you were the one and he'll be the kind to remember all the details of this encounter: the hoodie that you were wearing, how your hair looked, the joke he was telling, etc.

mingyu:

so you took him to one of those sip and paint cafes so the two of you could have pottery in your home with a personal touch. mingyu is also quite artistic so it would be fun. everything is going smoothly until his large hands accidentally knock over the water cup meant for rinsing your paintbrushes. then as he's trying to quickly clean up, the paintbrush that he set down accidentally touches his mug, ruining his image.

he's whining after ruining his piece, but you assure him that it's still fine. you laugh a little, encouraging that he can probably try to fix it. but, even with an attempt to correct his mistake, the little puppy that he painted is still awkward-looking.

he feels like you're just trying to comfort him when you tell him that you actually adore it. after your pieces are fired, and you're allowed to bring them home, he sees you use his mug. he sees you continue to use his mug with his painting on it weeks after too.

one day you're sipping from it and glancing at the slightly chubby puppy on its front. you smile at it fondly as you hold the cup, "i really love this, you know," you chuckle, finger tracing the puppy's cheeks.

he almost has to stop himself from blurting out, "well i love you." when he catches that thought, he realizes.

minghao:

hao realized he was in love when you went to travel to another country for a week. you sent him pictures from museums you visited of artwork you thought he would appreciate. you sent him food you ordered at a local restaurant, texting him: i'll bring you here one day because you'd like this! or we're coming back to this.

when you finally return form your trip, he helps you unpack and settle back in. however, what you're excited for is showing him everything you brought back for him.

"so i got you a couple things."

one of his hands is coming up to pat your head lovingly, "you didn't have to but thank you." he sits across you as you eagerly open up your suitcase and begin you little haul.

"so i got you this top at this local store there because the mesh has this slightly distressed feeling and you usually look good in these."

"then there were these little pins that i thought would be cute if we had matching ones."

"oh! there's this ring i found at a flea market and it reminded me of your usual jewelry!"

"and the last thing was.. drumroll please," you request and he starts patting his thighs to oblige, "some tea i thought you might want to try."

he's smiling as he picks up and examines the items you got him. when he notices you looking at him expectedly, asking him, "so what do you think?"

he knows it and he can't hold back, "i think i love you."

seungkwan:

he knows it when you tease him and he can't even find it in himself to get annoyed. you two probably have a series on ongoing jokes that neither of you can count.

where he'd usually get annoyed or whiny if one of his members teased him, he can't help but just look at you with adoration and you tease him with that smile. you're lightly teasing him, even bringing your face up close to his and all he can think of is kissing you.

"you're lucky i can't get mad at you," he rolls his eyes.

"you love me," you replies casually, not giving it much thought as you walk away from him.

"yeah maybe i do" he replies in a voice so low you don't hear him.

vernon:

sometimes you'd ask him if he wanted to do something random. so far you've made him watch that very weird indie movie, various weird food trends, and even pole dancing (he genuinely gave it his best effort). you'd ask him if he wanted to go with you on these mini adventures and no matter how weird, he'd usually say yes.

so one day, you ask him if he wants to try this new viral ice cream dessert that's been trending. even though some of these ventures have gotten you both to try underwhelming food, he still says sure.

as you're sitting in the shop, he watches you look at the donut and ice cream monstrosity in anticipation. "ok here i go," you announce, making sure to get a little bit of everything to get that 'perfect bite.'

"how is it?" he asks you, only to smile when your eyes light up. so it's a good food adventure day.

"oh my gosh, i think i just found my new favorite thing ever" you mumble with the ice cream in your mouth.

he watches as you push the dessert towards him, encouraging him to try it too. while he thinks that it's just a fine dessert, he could feel full watching you eat. ultimately, he feels happy that you're happy, and this is where he realizes.

dino:

in recent days his schedule had been so packed that he could barely see you, even more so since they had a comeback.

of course, he can't let his slight burn out show while he performs, but he can't ignore the weight on his heart. but still, he puts his best foot forward and gets up on stage.

what he isn't ready for is seeing you in the front of the crowd with a headband with his name on his. you've even come with one of those fans with his face on it.

the fans start cheering as they get in formation for the song and he feels recharged knowing you're in the audience. their song opens and he glances at you and sees that you're even participating in the fanchant. he knows his name is last and looks at you as you scream his name the loudest, giving him a wink too.

he feels alive and comforted. his new energy makes the song fly by without mistake and soon enough someone is already giving the camera their ending fairy. his eyes find you again and sees you blow him a kiss that makes his heart swell :')

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elsfavor1te · 1 year

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ANGELS WEPT.

warnings: tlou2 ellie williams x fem/gen! reader. reader dies instead of joel! no use of ‘y/n’. hurt with basically no comfort. lmk if i forgot anything!!

may also be good for this ask : i live for angst so can you please write an ellie x fem!reader and make it as angsty as possible like no comfort 😇🙏🙏 -anon

this was originally just a guilty pleasure drabble so i’ll still do another for that ask specifically.

even though i’m ridiculously proud of this, i’m very very sorry for the emotional turmoil you’re going to experience. should i do a part 2 for this?

part 1.5 , part 2 , part 2.5

“baby please get up!” ellie’s voice vibrated around the room as she sobbed, looking for any sign you were gonna move. her body resisting and thrashing under the people restraining her.

her eyes flip from the two people talking over your body and your bloody swollen face. you were still so pretty to her, even in your current state.

“i’m gonna fucking k-kill all of you.” she fights against the people holding her down. her feet kicking against the floor but the people restricting her don’t budge.

“she doesn’t deserve this. please.” ellie begs, sobs becoming more prominent as the girl, the one seemingly leading the abuse, lifts up the golf club again. “s-she’s 18!! and she still cries when she sees clickers. i promise you have the wrong person.”

“baby fuckin’- get up!” she directs her yelling back to you once she sees the girl hesitate with the metal above her head. she tries her best to get from the ground, to come save you.

when the club came down once more, the scream that left ellie was gut-wrenching. the people around her flinched, birds flew from miles around, angels wept.

the girl comes and stands over her now, “tell joel he’s fucking next.” she mutters before turning around, her dirty blonde braid moving with her. that was the last thing she heard apart from her shaky sobs before everything went dark.

——————

when she awakes again, she’s surrounded by silence. it’s almost peaceful and she doesn’t remember what happened until her eyes lock on your still figure.

“no- no no no.” she scrambles toward you, wincing when there’s a particularly strong thump in her skull.

“baby? you’re okay,” she gently pulls you into her arms, not even bothering to check your pulse out of fear that it may not be there. “i’m so sorry, so so sorry.”

she gives herself a second to let the tears temporarily tattoo their trails on her flushed cheeks before standing and hustling you up into her arms. her heart cracks even more when she doesn’t feel your body twitch, or curl into her like it does when she’s carrying you to bed after a long day.

it takes her a few minutes to get you up and onto shimmer but when she gets you both up there, she does her best to wrap your limp arms around her. kissing your bloody forehead before whipping the reins with a certain determination.

——————

“fucking- open them!!” ellie yells as she comes up on the gates, her voice trembling and weak.

once the gates open, she rides shimmer into town before dropping down off of her, still holding you bridal style in her arms. “help me!!”

her voice is full of agony, heartbreak. at first it’s a few people peeping out of windows, then eventually coming out into the street. joel steps out a second later, recognizing the broken sound of ellie’s voice and assuming the worst.

at the sight of her father figure she immediately bursts into tears, dropping to her knees.“joel- they- i can’t-“

she hyperventilates as she holds your body close to her chest. the cold snow making the knees of her denim jeans damp. “she needs help, they-“

ellie’s sobs consume her completely, ears drowning in white noise. she doesn’t notice the group surrounding her until maria places a hand on her shoulder.

“we have to see if- if she’s alive el.” she says gently. ellie hesitates before gently laying you on the snow-covered ground, she’s never prayed before but as the medics fingers come up to your neck she prays to every single god she’s ever heard of.

she prays for your heart to still beat, for your recovery, for her girl to still be with her. the medic shakes their head softly after a few seconds, a solemn expression on their face.

ellie’s once shallow sniffles turn into screams of denial, to rapid breaths, to using her shaking hands to pull you back into her arms.

“this isn’t real. this isn’t real. you’re- you’re fucking wrong!” she screams in the medics general direction. not noticing how people start to disperse once the seriousness of the situation is realized.

“my girl, my sweet girl…” she whispers against your temple. they say that when you die your life flashes before your eyes. but her heart is still a steady thump when her life comes whirling around her in gentle smiles, belly laughs, and light-hearted teasing.

she thinks about how you’d greet her with tired smiles after a long day of patrol. she thinks of how it felt to wrap her arms around you from behind as you made a meal. she thinks of your bright eyes, your timid smiles that were reserved only for her.

she thinks of how she’ll never be able to experience it again. how she never gets to hear you call her ‘els’ or ‘my love’ anymore. how she will never experience a love like this one ever again in her life.

“the main girl said ‘tell joel he’s fucking next.’” she’s quiet for a few seconds after releasing this information until she looks up at him with a menacing glare.

“i don’t know what the fuck you did- or who the fuck you killed. but i lost my- my future wife over it. fucking fix it joel.”

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REVEALING THEIR QUIRKS THAT YOU WANTED TO KNOW PT.1

༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ how to choose pile? ✧ . ˚

꒰⠀from left to right ; intuitively choose the pile your mind, heart and soul desire for. if you are having trouble choosing the right pile for you, here’s some tips you can do ; (1) take a deep breath (2) close your eyes (3) ask guidance from your guides (4) finally open your eyes and you can choose the right pile for you by the guidance you ask from your guides. if you are still having trouble by choosing the right pile for you let me know because i am willing to help and guide you.

PILE ONE PILE TWO PILE THREE

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PILE ONE

can easily recognize suspicious person at the very first time they had interaction with them.

may have braces atleast once on their life.

may act cold for no valid reason, they just feel to act one because they think it's cool (BRAH☠️)

can sleep anywhere and anytime, type of person who would literally sleep more than 8 hours per day if they have time.

always applying sunscreen even though they're not set themselves under the sun. (skin protection is real)

prefer romance books when it comes to genre to read.

may have some white hair even though they were literally young in age.

wear anklet or may have a rose tattoo or just tattoo on one of their feet.

if they find you boring person they won't even bother to listen to you at all, it really to noticeable this about them since they tend to show disinterest.

thin or petite.

always sits on the floor rather than sitting on a chair or coach 😭😭😭

prefer barefooted and simple shoes to wear.

into swimming getaways and might be a surfer.

have wrist bands or hair ties such scrunchie around their wrist.

typically good at mimicking others lol.

type of student who think that is okay to pass rather than to be failed also can be the clown class.

just randomly yells when they're watching tv because they might find the characters dumb or if it's a game show they probably likes to cheer and say the right answer even though they aren't really there.

loves to annoy and tease other people especially their classmates and siblings or family.

can be a prankster.

bed is their weakness and only comfort on their noisy and exhausted world.

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PILE TWO

can split, have a strong and flexible body.

someone who talk, eat or walk fast.

spend their most of the time imagining, illusions or fantasizing with their dream life.

likes to chew gums or bite their own lips.

might have an specific birthmark on their face or arms and hands.

likes to do TikTok or enjoy watching TikTok or YouTube shorts.

someone who is music is life, they have headphones, earbuds or earphones on their bag.

have a weird or distinctive laugh.

someone who have a big hands or feet.

someone who is introverted and likes to be alone and prefer more their own company rather than anyone else.

a picky eater and type of someone who is afraid to order in any food restaurants or fast food chains.

you will be amaze by them, they can do some magic tricks 🪄🪄🪄

likes to ghosting others.

type of someone who avoid eye contacts a lot- they're shy type people.

someone who is into yoga.

someone who likes to watch ASMR videos, they find it very comforting.

type of individual who will literally adopt a stray animals.

promotes equality for everyone.

always carry a bag even it's a small one.

wants to travel but they're broke right now.

havinh a hard time choosing clothes or things that will suits them.

someone who is into anime or manga.

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PILE THREE

wants to be in a relationship but hella don't even get out in their comfort zone.

someone who likes to wear hoodies.

may have freckles or scar on their face.

someone who prefer a partner who is way more unique and different than the rest of people they've known.

prefer to wear pjs, pants or leggings.

prefer the color of black, green, white red and yellow as their favorite color.

have unique or uncommon eye color, their eyes seems like sparkling-you might get drawn.

might be into smoking or drinking alcohol.

someone who enjoys planting plants, vegetables and flowers.

a risk taker not even afraid of change, they think they're ready for everything.

have a mysterious and alluring aura that surrounds them.

likes to licks or bite their nails.

moles on their face.

someone who can stay awake all night- night owl person.

prefer sad songs and hate third parties.

fashion styles that they may prefer are streetwear, boho and casual.

observant individual, typically someone who can witness and see what's happening on their surroundings.

probably on the average or taller of height.

hate liars, cheaters and scammers.

someone who have a strong scorpio, leo, capricorn, virgo, taurus and sagittarius placements.

someone who act as a father/mother of a friend groups even though they just have the same age as them.

have a beautiful and lovely-might be into singing as well.

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lelengerine · 1 year

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call you mine

✿ pairing | haechan x reader

✿ synopsis | sometimes, love letters might just be the way to get someone to like you (or maybe it’s because they’ve liked you for the entire time).

✿ genre | kinda tooth-rotting fluff at some points, a little bit of childhood friends to lovers, also pretty cliché so bear w me here

✿ wc | 1.4k

✿ notes | hello! this is a sequel to sincerely, yours and i highly suggest reading that first but this can also be read as a stand alone fic too hehe <3 ngl i kinda got carried away writing this ;0; as always,, lmk ur thoughts on this one :D

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if you’d ask him, haechan wouldn’t know how long he’s been staring at the mirror, picking out clothes from his closet before tossing them into the far corners of his room.

each second passes by and the more his irritation grows from the fact nothing seems to be just right. he knows he’s just going for a casual trip with you, and that’s all it’ll ever be, but the back of his mind itches at the thought of being with you for a couple of days straight.

sure, you’ve seen him wear all sorts of things back from when the two of you were little. the first time you met, he was sporting a shinchan shirt in the brightest green you’d ever seen. he even used to wear this one jacket that’s seen it’s fair share of days (correction, he still does), and you’ve always complimented how much it suits him.

you’d honestly be the last person to care about what he’d show up in, and yet, he wants to look the best for you. he doesn’t know why this is exactly the case, but he’s never questioned it too much to care either.

haechan then pulls up a purple hoodie littered with embroidered patches from his closet by the hanger, recognizing it almost immediately. not because it’s an item he’s worn so often, but because you borrowed it more than once before. he still remembers how the fabric would completely engulf your figure, obviously being too big on you. though, you always tell him that’s exactly what you prefer.

he always thought you looked cute in it anyways.

carefully folding it up, haechan packs it into his small suitcase — the hoodie now being the first piece of clothing that rests inside.

checking the clock, he doesn’t have much time left before needing to pick you up and painstakingly tries to gather all the things he needs to bring for the trip, rushing with you in mind. this trip would be marked as the first time you would travel together. well, more like the first trip without your parents coming along since they deem you’re both old enough to not get into stupid situations. at least, that’s what they wanted to assume from the both of you.

okay, so maybe he should be a little more nervous than he is. whatever, the jitters will come hit him straight in the face soon enough when he least expects it.

he finishes stuffing his suitcase full of items, albeit a bit sloppily and not at all like he originally planned for, but it’ll have to do. he’d rather have a messy bag filled to the brim with wrinkly clothes that might not even be fit for the weather than be late to the time you both agreed he’d pick you up on.

-x-

haechan soon arrives at the front of your doorstep pretty much on the dot, hand instinctively reaching into the pocket of his jeans to pull out a replica key with a mini teddy bear charm dangling from it. you gave it to him for when he ever wanted to spontaneously visit you and it’s something he treasures dearly, knowing it symbolizes the trust you place in him.

eagerly, he rushes up to your room, assuming you’re still inside. “y/n- are you ready to go?” he questions, sounding a little flustered to see the area empty. it isn't like you to leave your room unattended. did something happen-

“i’m in the bathroom! i’ll be out soon.” he hears you yell out soon after, placing his heart at ease.

“oh thank god,” he mumbles softly, not knowing what he’d do if you were gone.

he takes the time to look around your room, noting how practically nothing has changed since he last visited when he was much younger. there are still glow in the dark stars that vaguely shine on your ceiling, ones he helped you stick because you couldn’t reach the ceiling even with the height offered by your bed. hell, even the wooden cabinet you use hasn’t changed for the past years and is kept in good condition thanks to your care.

it’s like he’s reminiscing everything he’s known about you all at once. every little detail only he knows as your best friend.

there is, however, one small thing that sticks out of place in his eyes. a small, well-kept box rests below your desk, one he’s never seen before nor heard you talk about.

he believed you always told him about everything that went on in your life, so why hasn’t he known about this? perhaps he had been mistaken all along.

the thought can’t help but form the start of a crack on the notion of him being your best friend. maybe someone else had already taken that spot away from him right under his nose and he had realized just a bit too late.

he didn’t want to be the person who would limit you to who you make friends with, quite the opposite actually, but jealousy serves to be a weakness in him – slowly seeping into his mind and clogging his train of thought. he could only wish he wasn’t feeling this way right now.

it's that same jealousy that urges him to pick up the box, crouch down and quickly take the lid off. there, he finds the dainty envelopes stored away with utmost care and attention to detail.

each one is signed with ‘sincerely, yours’ written at the bottom left in a perfectly executed cursive font, and that’s when he realizes they’re letters written with someone in mind.

he sighs, returning back to the times you’d nag him to learn lettering with you. he would never take the lessons seriously, but you always did. so this was why you wanted to learn how to write so prettily, he quickly assumes.

his heart grows heavier the more he rummages through the box, the realization of the envelopes being love letters sinking in slowly but surely into his soul.

you like someone, he thought to himself.

so it wasn’t even someone stealing his title of best friend. it was someone who had stolen your heart. that someone was the person he yearned to be for so long, and now, it was never going to be him seeing as you’ve even committed to writing down letters.

since when did you even write letters? haechan scoffs to himself bitterly at the thought.

“hyuck, i’m done. we should get-“ you come out of the bathroom unannounced, not even giving him a chance to gather his thoughts. “…going.”

he probably caught you just as off guard, judging by the way your shoulders stiffened up and your line of sight instantly focused on the letters that now rest in the palms of his hands. he already pieced together the fact he was never supposed to know about this, much less rummage through your things without consent.

what was he even going to tell you? surely he could not get himself out of this situation with an excuse after being caught like a raccoon searching for scraps in the neighbor’s trash can at night. instead, haechan does the next best thing he could think of.

“…y/n? what are these?” well, to be fair, he never said his idea wasn’t outright stupid.

truthfully, he doesn’t know whether asking you directly was the right thing to do. yes, he knows he’s the one at fault in this situation, yet this was the only way he could hear a proper answer from you.

he just wanted to pull the bandaid off his heart and accept the fact you have feelings for someone else. any form of hatred you throw his way after all this, he will gladly accept.

with a deep breath, you finally answer him with “they’re… sincerely yours.”

and for the second time today, haechan’s brain goes blank. did you just say all those letters were for him? no, he probably interpreted your words incorrectly.

“mine?” he utters out moments later, voice still laced with confusion.

you sheepishly nod your head along to his words, further confirming what he had originally perceived about those letters were oh so wrong. his heart that was once sinking was slowly coming back above the tide, meeting the bright, blue sky.

his lips curl upwards into a smile unbeknownst to him, however, you’re quick to notice – taking that as a sign your feelings may have not been so one-sided after all.

“can i… read them?” haechan looks at you with stars in his eyes and you wonder if that’s a reflection of the glow in the dark stars that decorate your room’s ceiling or if it's just him glistening under the sunlight that barely manages to shine into your room.

just how could you decline when he’s acts like this in front of you?

“after our trip?” you propose, “at least you’ll have something to look forward to when we get back.”

“okay, but does that mean i get to call you mine?”

now you’re the one flustered, heat creeping up to the apples of your cheeks. just how much did his confidence surge knowing the letters were for him? “i don’t know- i mean, you haven't asked me out yet.”

“oh baby, you genuinely don't know how long i’ve waited for this moment.”

#nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct angst #nct dream angst #haechan fluff #haechan angst #donghyuck fluff #donghyuck angst #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct dream imagines #nct dream drabbles

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hyper-fixated-delusions · 8 months

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Enemies of the Southside.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

A/N #1: This is a little different from what I’m used to writing, so please, go easy on me haha also there are some warnings further down so please check them out and if you are uncomfortable with what is mentioned, I advise you not to read.

A/N #2: I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence, blood, a knife, and choking. If you are not comfortable with any of these things, PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED.

Translation: “Sestra.” Sister.

Word count: 2,171.

Masterlist.

Being part of the Southside you knew not to wander deserted streets only illuminated by the moonlight, alone. But going home from your job required you to do such, and most times you weren’t worried, because sporting the leather jacket that you did gave you a sense of power that helped ease your mind.

But this night felt different.

This night you couldn’t help but feel like someone was following you, the realization causing a chill to run down your spine.

Cautiously picking up your pace, you make it about half way through the alley that leads you home, when you hear a voice suddenly whisper, “I’m sorry,” and you feel pairs of hands grab at your arms and legs, pushing at you as they pin you to a wall.

“Whoa, what the fuck! Let me go!” You shout as you squirm, trying to get out of the tight hold your are in. “Get the hell off me!” You say and continue squirming, until you feel a hand tightly squeeze around your throat. “Pietro?” You whisper, voice breaking slightly.

Pietro was your best friend that pledged allegiance to the Southside’s biggest gang when you were 15, he was one of the few people that initiated with you.

Which is why you’re so stunned to see him there, a black hoodie on his head and a pair of black gloves on his hands to match.

As your eyes dart around your perpetrators, you recognize a few more faces that you initiated with or you were once very close with and you can’t help the tears that spring to your eyes, causing Pietro to look at everything except you.

But once you manage to make eye contact with the silver haired boy you can see that your old best friend wants to do anything but hurt you and knowing firsthand how severe the consequences can be if he declines hurting you, you give him a slight nod as if to say, it’s okay.

Instantly regretting your decision when you see your ex-lover come out of the shadows, a blade in her hand.

“Hey! Wait, wait. No, no!” You scream, kicking your legs as hard you can to no avail, thinking you were going to endure at least a simple beating. Realizing a little too late that was not the case.

“Hold her tight,” Vision grits, hands tightening on your legs, and once they manage to subdue you he gives Wanda the command, “now go ahead Wanda, cut! Take off that damn disgracing tattoo!” He all but growls and your eyes widen as you realize what is about to actually happen.

As Wanda begins slowly making her way towards you, she makes eye contact with you and the green eyes that stare back at you are full of pain and despair, and your heartbreaks in your chest before the blade that she wields starts cutting into your skin as a way to remove the tattoo you sport on your right arm that you got when you were initiated into the Southside, a tattoo that represented what gang you were in.

“Please, stop!” You yell at the top of your lungs, your scream piercing the air.

A scream so chilling it would probably make a murderer rethink a killing, a scream so piercing it could make anyone go deaf.

But Wanda doesn’t stop, she can’t stop, even as her entire being protests she continues slicing. She continues slicing until the art you were sporting is off your arm and with that they let you go, your limp body falling to the ground with a harsh thud.

Thinking you’re dead you hear their footsteps as they run away once they’re done with you, and as you’re lying there losing consciousness, you hear someone crying.

“I’m so sorry, my love” the voice sobs, “I didn’t want to hurt you. I really didn’t, but I had to,” they say and you feel a hand softly caress your face.

“Wanda, please, we need to go, they’re going to come back to make sure she’s dead if we don’t leave right now,” another voice says.

“She’s dying now Piet, she is losing way too much blood! If we leave her here like this I won’t be able to live with myself if she dies,” the brunette sobs and Pietro quickly jumps into action, ripping a part of your shirt off to make a makeshift tourniquet to put around your arm to temporarily stop the bleeding.

“There Wanda, it’s the best I can do,” your old best friend says softly.

“She’s going to hate me Piet,” the brunette says affectedly.

“I know sestra, I know, she’ll hate us both,” he sighs sadly. “But we knew how grave the stakes could be when we pledged allegiance to the Northside, there is nothing we can do now but move forward. She may never understand why we did what we did, but she knows what these obligations mean to us, she too has her own.”

Wanda nods slightly, tears pouring down her face as she continues the caresses on your face a little while longer before completely pulling away, “I know she’ll understand why this happened, but by doing this to her, we are literally declaring war on the Southside P. There will definitely be hell to pay. I just hope she’s not in the crossfire, I’ve done enough damage today, I’d hate to see her get hurt even more than what has happened right now. I still love her you know,” you hear Wanda say.

“Well if you love her and still care about her then please, let’s go,” the silver haired boy pleads, “they’re going to get suspicious as to why we’re not with them and they’ll come back Wanda, they will, and if they see she’s still alive they might actually kill her, so we really need to go,” Pietro says anxiously.

Those being the last words you hear before their footsteps depart.

As you lay there still losing significant amounts of blood even with the tourniquet on your arm, you black out for a few minutes. Only waking up when you hear more footsteps making their way towards you and you begin dragging yourself on the ground, afraid that the Northsiders have come back to make sure you’re dead or that they’re back to do their job and actually kill you.

But when you hear a familiar voice call out your name, you know you're slightly safe and it isn't until you feel arms wrap around your weak frame and you take in the scent of a familiar cologne that you allow yourself to relax.

“Help! Nat, Steve, Tony! Please get in here and help!” A panicked Bucky yells, as he and Sam set you down on a nearby table, and in come the rest of the Southside’s strongest gang.

“Holy fuck, what happened?” You hear Yelena ask.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” Kate gasps.

“Give her space,” Natasha and Steve yell.

“Jesus Christ,” Tony says entering the room, “what in the hell happened?”

“I-I don’t know,” Bucky stutters, his hands shaking as he sees them full of your blood, “Sam and I were coming back home from the bar when we saw her bleeding out on the floor, we picked her up and came here as soon as possible,” the tall man says.

“Okay, it’s okay, calm down. Let me get a good look at her and I’ll call you guys back in a bit.” Steve says, handing the man a towel as they all walk out of the room.

While in the other room Kate and Yelena can’t stop their pacing due to the extreme worry they feel about not knowing your state. As the rest of the group sit and wait to be called in by their other friends and after several minutes of waiting Steve comes into the room.

“Hey guys, she’s stable, whoever put that makeshift tourniquet on her basically saved her life. You guys are more than welcome to come in and see her,” he says and as soon as the words leave his mouth all at once they go inside the room in which you are in.

“Hey Y/N/N,” Natasha whispers as she removes sweaty hair out of your eyes.

“Hey Natty,” you smile softly.

“Doll, what happened?” Bucky questions.

“It was the Northside,” you breathe and you swear you can see the moment everyone goes tense.

“Who exactly?” Sam asks angrily.

“I-I didn’t see their faces, it was too dark. I was just able to see their j-jackets,” you stutter.

“Bullshit Y/N!” Clint says, calling you out immediately, “who was it?”

“I-It was... Vision, Peter, America, and MJ,” you begin, listing off the names of the people that hurt you, but hesitating on mentioning two other names.

“And who else Y/N/N?” Yelena asks, eyes narrowing as she studies you, “I know you're holding back. Who else was there? Also, don’t even think about lying, we know you,” the girl says and you take in a deep breath.

“Please, don't make me do this," you whisper softly, voice full of emotion.

"Who else hurt you sweetie? We need to know, because they need to pay for what they did," Natasha whispers just as soft, her hand holding your own tenderly.

"Nat please, I love her," you say, tears rolling down your cheeks but nevertheless providing the names they are looking for, "Wanda. Wanda and Pietro also did this to me,” you say as you cast your eyes downward in shame and fear.

“Son of a bitch!” Yelena yells, kicking a nearby stool down, “are you kidding me?! The Maximoff twins did this you?! Oh, they are dead! Do you hear me? They are so dead!” She says, an anger welling in her eyes like you've never seen before.

“I’m with Yelena, they are dead! They want to mess with one of our own, I say we all go over there and kick their asses! Because this means war!” Kate says and everyone except Steve and Tony nod their head.

“No,” Steve begins, “we can’t do that,” the older man says calmly.

“What the hell do you mean Steve! So what? We’re just supposed to roll over and let this happen?” Bucky questions angrily.

“No Buck, we are not going to roll over. We are going to proceed with caution,” Steve continues just as calmly.

“Like hell! If we don’t do something now, they are going to think we are weak, and we are not weak! We can’t let them think we don’t care enough about our members to lie down and take this attack!” Clint yells and the rest of the gang start agreeing.

“Silence!” Tony yells, causing the members to seize their uproar, “Steve is right, we must proceed with caution. It is not ideal, I know, but we must,” he says. “I promise you, we will get our revenge. This heinous act of violence against the kid hurts us just as much as it hurts you. We are a family, we watch after each other so I will make sure we sort this out. But for now, our main priority is Y/N's health, we are so lucky she is here with us right now, so please, all of you go get some rest. It has been an emotional night. But I ask you, reserve this anger, reserve it for when we want to take action against these cowards.”

“As much as I hate to admit it," Natasha begins, "they're right. We are not thinking straight. We are thinking irrationally because we are angry, rightfully so. But we need a proper course of action so we can execute our plans, so for now let’s let Y/N rest, she’s endured enough tonight, goodnight.” Natasha says with finality and the gang huff but nonetheless oblige.

Once all but the three founding members have left, you look to Natasha, Steve and Tony, gratefully. “Thank you guys, for getting them to rationalize, I appreciate it,” you say softly, a small smile making it's way to your face.

“No problem Y/N. But please know, we do not take this attack on you lightly. I know you still love Wanda and care for Pietro, but this act of violence warrants a war, so be prepared for that. What they did to you today is only the beginning, a warning of what’s to come and I know you have history with the twins, but they knew what it meant when they agreed to do this to you and they will have to pay,” Steve says softly and you nod sadly, “now get some rest kid. We’ll see you tomorrow morning, we’re just so glad you’re okay,” he says a smile gracing his features as Natasha moves forward to place a soft kiss on your forehead and Tony nods at you with a small smile on his face.

Wanda, your ex-lover, now turned enemy has no idea what’s in store for her.

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finalgirl00 · 11 months

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How you get the girl.

SUMMARY - Natalie falls in love with Laura’s best friend.

4.8k words. Natalie Scatorccio x Fem! Reader.

TW - smoking, car accident????

A/N- This had to get out of my drafts it has been living there for so long. Also loosely inspired by Taylor Swift's song. Not proofread.

If you were being honest with yourself Natalie Scatorccio frightened you.

Being total opposites on the social aspect scale prevented you from having to interact with her. You were Wiskayok high school’s resident sweetheart. Always helping tutor others, bringing the school spirit to games, and always going out of your way to assist anyone gave you that nickname. Whenever you entered a room the mood was immediately brought up by your contagious smile.

However, Natalie was a typical rebel. She was always skipping school and starting fights with others. She just reeked of teenage angst and always went out of the way to defy norms. Sometimes you caught her outside with her friends smoking but never said anything about it as it wasn’t your space to get involved. Outside of her typical appearance at school her personality carried throughout the way she played as a yellowjacket. She was aggressive and tended to make risky moves, yet the Yellowjackets were on a consistent winning streak.

After one of the Yellowjacket's playoff games, Laura Lee asked if you could take her home. She was one of your best friends and you could not even think of turning her down and saying no. As you watched them shake the hands of the other team after their triumphant win Laura was quick to run over to the bleachers before she went to the huddle with her team. Celebrating with your friends and turning down their offers to go out to eat you heard Laura call out your name. Heading down the stairs you leaned over the rail and were met with Laura’s smile.

“Congratulations Lee! Few more games and you will be state bound!” you said to her ecstatically to recognize their team's efforts.

“I know!” She yelled out excitedly before being cut off by her coach yelling at her to come back to the huddle. “Are you still able to drive me home tonight?” she’s quick to the point not wanting her team to wait too long.

“Of course! I’ll just stay behind over here” you said nodding with a small smile as she was quick to give thanks and run back to the huddle.

As she ran back to the huddle you glanced over and noticed a certain bleach-blonde girl who was seemingly checking you out, but once the two of you made eye contact she glanced away before scolding Laura for holding them up.

Your mind started racing thinking of all the things that Natalie could have wanted from you. Did you do something to her? Was it for intruding on multiple of her smoke seshs? Thinking of all the possible reasons the time passed quickly and soon you know it Laura placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Earth to y/n? You there…” Laura trailed off a little worried about her friend's sudden distance.

Jumping from her touch you glanced over your shoulder recognizing that it was her. You grin with a light laugh causing her to smile. “I’m just overthinking tomorrow's biology test… Planning out on how I can study the whole unit tonight…” You made up half true as she looked at you understanding.

“Hey don’t worry too much about it! I’ll pray for you and your success tonight!” she said honestly as she started to guide the way to your car.

Smiling at her offer you thanked her before getting in your car. As you started the car up you noticed there was only one other car that was lingering in the parking lot. “Oh, that’s just Nat's car. Who knows what she could be doing…” Laura grimaced as you two looked over while driving past. Nat’s absence was observed before Laura changed the subject with no second thought about her teammate's whereabouts. Laura invited you to church with her this weekend and you respond with a slight hum not wanting to deny your friend. The conversation continued on how fun it will be and by the time you got to her house, you promised that you would make an appearance with her. Bidding her goodbye you continued to drive off in the night to your house which was a while away from hers.

While you were on the back road blinding headlights were coming at you pretty fast from behind. As you squint your eyes in an attempt to keep your eyes on the road the other car quickly sped around you and cut you off. While doing this you recognize the car to be Natalie’s before sliding off the road and ending up in a ditch. You huffed slightly upset at her dangerous actions, but when you tried to move the car to get out you were stuck. Getting out of the car you looked to inspect it noticing not only did you have a flat tire but your tire got stuck on a mud track.

Silently cursing the girl in your head you grabbed your backpack and car keys before looking at the time on your car's clock. Noticing that it was twelve am made you even more upset knowing that your twenty-minute drive will probably turn into an hour's walk. Slamming your door shut and locking your car you began to hike to your home.

The walk was silent and freezing. You cursed the idea of taking an isolated road and would have rather had took a shot at hitchhiking. Halfway home life decided to curse you as it started to rain. A light sprinkle turned into a heavy downpour and by the time you made it to your house, you were drenched in rain and tears. Fumbling with the key you open the door to put your bag down and recognized that your bag was drenched. You forgot that you were carrying it before you realized it your mind was focused on your biology notes.

“No, no, noo…” you mumbled repeatedly as you furiously unzipped your bag and pulled out work that was completely wet and smudged. Letting out a furious scream you threw the papers down and kicked your bag before heading straight to your shower. Filled with rage and tears you sobbed doing your night-time routine in hopes to settle down. Once you finished you glanced over the clock and noticed it was 2:34 am. With an upset sigh, you knew that the only thing that would make you feel a little better was to go to sleep. Once your head hit your pillow you were out like a light.

The next day you failed to make it to school. Your father found your car and once he returned home and you told him the whole story he was understanding and urged you to stay home.

However, at school, there was an eerie vibe, and the rainy gloom added to it. Everybody didn’t seem too happy to be there and the classes you were in were bored out of their minds. It was unusual for you to miss a day of school leaving everybody to miss you and speculating what could of happen. Time went by extremely slow allowing the students to suffer, but by the time it was after school, the Yellowjackets were found in their locker room preparing for practice.

Natalie normally did not seek out Laura during locker room talks, but she was quick to question her who was the mysterious girl she saw her with yesterday.

“Hey…uh, Laura. Who was that girl you were with after the game… at the bleachers?” Natalie commented feigning a nonchalant manner.

“Oh, that’s y/n! She’s super awesome! Why do you want to know–” Laura continued skeptically before she was cut off by Taissa.

“Oh, poor girl! I feel so bad for her… she must have had a rough night…” Tai says sympathetically as a bunch of girls chimed in their agreeance and sorrows for y/n.

“God… I passed her car this morning and I couldn't help but think that she must have been stuck out in the rain… My dad was talking to her dad this morning over the phone questioning him on whether or not she’s okay and he said she’s a little upset but she made it home safely…” Gen rambled to the varsity girls as they listened intently to hear another perspective of the top story at the school today.

“Whoever did that is a real jerk. I hope they feel bad now that they know what they did to the nicest person in the world… I mean if I ever found out who did it to her I wouldn’t mind giving them a piece of my mind.” Jackie scoffed as others chimed in.

“Hey… what even happened?” Natalie asked confused wondering what could have happened to the pretty girl she set her eyes on.

“How do you not know what happened? Some asshole cut her off last night and she ended up having to walk home in the rain.” Van acknowledged in an attempt to fill her in before realizing Nat’s earlier question “...yeah, hold on… why do you want to know about her anyways?” Van pressed curiously.

Suddenly the whole locker room glanced at Natalie and she was quick to put on a facade and shrug them off. “No reason… I just never seen her around…” she quickly made up.

“Then why would you pry more details about her from Laura? If you really cared that much I mean you could have asked her…but typically you wouldn't care about these things.” Tai pressed looking at Natalie with a smirk,

“Do you have a crush..?” Lottie looked at Nat through the mirror watching her get flustered.

“What? No–” She started to get defensive before Lottie turned around with the biggest grin ever.

“Holy shit! Scatorccio has a crush on y/n! Who would have known you two are like total opposites…” Lottie teased as Natalie’s face turned red in an attempt to defend herself, but failed miserably.

“...I mean yeah… she’s pretty who would deny that… but, I don't even know her.” Natalie admitted before bringing back her tough persona quickly “...anyways why would she fall for me anyways?” Sarcastically before turning around to slam her locker.

“Do we need to teach you how to get the girl?” Van wiggles her eyebrows teasingly before others chirped in on Natalie’s lack of ability in flirting.

“Hey! I'm not bad at–” Natalie started before Laura chimed in ” Y/n likes flowers… she loves the wildflowers by the church parking lot especially…” She said as the room fell silent.

Natalie looked at Laura confused by her sudden interruption before understanding what she was trying to get at. Natalie looked at the others in the room and noticed that they all were trying to hold back their grins in order to emphasize that it was obvious that Natalie was interested in the girl. “...But I don't even know her that well…” She repeated before trailing off.

“Then get to know her,” Van replied with a shrug of her shoulders as if it was obvious. “I mean Laura might have more ideas, their best friends…” Van suggested before Laura offered a gentle smile to Natalie.

“I don’t need your help… I can figure this out by myself.” Natalie scoffed not wanting to seem completely useless in the field of dating. She did not listen to the rest of their teasing as she head out of the locker room rather quickly in hopes to get the day over with. Laura sent a small frown toward Natalie as she headed out before the other girls started betting on the outcomes of Natalie’s game.

It was the next day and you were already late for class. You decided to take your bike to school with limited options after your car was in the shop. As you were locking your bike to a tree you looked up and noticed Natalie in her daily skipping spot. You sighed to yourself still upset at her and you had no clue if she even realized what she had done. Knowing you had to walk past her you crossed your arms tightly while looking down hoping to not catch her attention.

As the smell of smoke became more prominent you heard her sudden movement as she threw her cigarette to the ground and stomped it out. You almost passed her before she called out “...Hey… y/n right?”.

Turning around to face her you noticed she had a confident aura as she leaned back on the wall. Crossing your arms in an unwelcoming sense you watched Natalie check you out in your presence as you scoff. “Are you serious right now? What do you want from me?”

Natalie was stunned by your rudeness and she grimaced thinking that she could have come off too strong. “I'm sorry but–”

“Do you not remember running me off the road last night?” questioned her frustrated as you witness her face fall.

“Oh, god… on Oakridge Road? That was you…? I’m so sorry...” She said now with an embarrassed look as she was confronted by you. She brought her hands to her face fully recognizing that she was the cause of hurting the sweetest girl at school. “Jesus Christ I’m so sorry. What could I do so you can forgive me?” She asked honestly as she shrunk from your harsh glare.

“Just leave me alone… There’s no need for us to be talking anyways.” You shrugged her off rudely before turning around and entering the building to meet up with Laura for your office aid period. Unbeknownst to Natalie and you, Laura watched the whole scene unfold. She watched Natalie curse under her breath before lighting another cigarette stressfully as she watched you walk away.

“What was that about out there?” Laura questioned her friend curiously with a concerned look.

“She was the one who ran me off the road last night. She wanted to talk to me and I don't even know who she learned my name from, but I told her to leave me alone.” rambling to Laura a little upset as you returned a look at her. Laura stopped in the middle of the hall before grabbing onto your shoulders.

“Trust me… I believe you should give her a chance to redeem herself. “ Laura stated out of nowhere. Her look was genuine and it threw you off guard. Knowing that they were on the soccer team together you sighed knowing something must have gone on.

“Laura, what have you done this time…” You were quickly interrupted by Laura “Just trust me! I always believe in forgiveness! She just made a mistake which I'm sure she regrets… she’s not as tough as her exterior is.” Laura continued hiding her intentions. You sighed in response as she let go of your shoulders. She changed the topic quickly and as the day went on the earlier interaction with Natalie had disappeared from your thoughts.

However, when Laura got to lunch and sat with the other yellowjackets she ditched her usual spot next to Lottie to sit across from Natalie. This caught everyone's attention as they watched the two of them awkwardly stare each other down before Laura began “You’re going to get those wildflowers today and offer to take y/n home.” She said already making up her mind.

“Excuse me, what? She hates my guts.” Nat said in an argument. She had never seen Laura like this before Laura continued “So make her not hate them. She won’t be able to ride her bike in the rain and I already offered her a ride home after school, but I’m going to leave sick early and tell her that a friend offered to help her home. That’s when you’ll swoop in and save the day!” She playfully kicked Natalie grinning widely at her plan. The other girls smiled at Laura’s idea praising her for how good it was.

Natalie huffed “You can’t just force me to pick her up! What if I don’t?” She was quick to respond before Jackie cut into the conversation “Then I, and I’m sure the others will join me too, will make sure your life is a living hell for leaving the nicest girl behind in a storm” she teased before Natalie rolled her eyes.

“Fine… But if anything goes wrong it's not my fault.” Natalie said a little heated and nervous about this upcoming plan. Deciding that maybe it was a good opportunity to truly apologize and hopefully get to know you more. She got up quickly without saying goodbye as she heard teasing remarks from the group. Before leaving, Laura caught up with her with a gentle smile and handed her some money, and nearly threatened Natalie to treat her best friend well. If it wasn’t for her church girl demeanor Natalie would have been a little more scared.

If Laura was right, she better get a head start on finding your favorite flowers and a few other things in hopes to make it up to you.

Natalie drove down by the church and picked out a bunch of flowers that she thought you would like. She would only pick out the best in attempts to make a worthy enough bouquet for the pretty girl that has been on her mind. Knowing that there was no practice after school she rushed a little as she went to a nearby store and got a sorry card, some sweets, and a small teddy bear in thought that any girl would love to have a gift like this. She tied the flowers together with the leftover ribbon she found in her truck from a previous game and then she was quick to speed back to school. School ended twenty minutes ago, but Laura informed Natalie that y/n stays behind to finish her homework in the library. Natalie decided it would be best to park near y/n’s bike and just sat in her car waiting for her.

It started to rain slightly as you exited the library. Natalie watched you intently and noticed that you were holding a bunch of your books. She was quick to jump out of her car before she made eye contact with you. Huffing slightly at the sight you looked down in an attempt to avoid any puddle or Natalie’s watchful gaze. As soon as you knew it she jogged over to your side and you looked back up stopping in your tracks as her steps got closer.

“Here let me give you a hand…” She said quietly not wanting you to carry all your heavy books and end up ruining your shoes from a puddle. You didn’t have time to reject her offer before she took the books from your arms and started to head to her truck before continuing “Laura couldn’t pick you up today so she asked me to…”

It all clicked. You looked at Natalie with sudden bias before saying “Did Laura set you up for this? I can just take my bike home it’s not too much of a hassle.” You said seriously as you began to unchain it from the tree as Natalie was already quick to put your books in the back of her truck.

“What? No… I mean in a way yes, but no. There’s no cruel intention… Here let me put it in my truck bed…” She blushed slightly realizing her inability to summarize the whole situation under your gaze. You watched her in silence as she hauled your bike in the back of her truck but then turned around to you to signal to get into her truck. As she slammed the tailgate shut she was quick to meet you at the passenger side of the car and she opened the door for you. With a gentle smile, you thanked her for her kindness even if her actions were sudden and awkward. She smiled back before making sure you were safe and comfortable before closing the car and entering on her side.

As she settled in on her side she offered you a small smile. Before handing you a set of CDs to choose from. “Here pick something out… to make the ride less awkward.” she joked slightly and as she watched the corners of your mouth turn upwards her heart fluttered. “Wow, there are so many options…” you teased her as you skim through a bunch of punk rock CDs before handing her a Nirvana CD. “Oh… yeah they probably sound all the same to you…” she said embarrassed slightly but once you handed her the CD she grinned widely. “Didn’t know you were a big fan of them. You seem like you would have the total opposite taste.” acknowledged as she put the CD into her radio system. “I’d like to think I'm full of surprises,” you said nonchalantly as you looked out the window.

Natalie glanced over at you with her heart still fluttering as she started to head toward Oakridge Road. Hearing you humm to the music made her fall in love even deeper with you even considering the bad start you two had together. “...So umm… where do you live anyways…” Nat questioned breaking the silence as she focused on the road a little flustered. “Out by harvest creek. By the lake,” you answered short and simple but Natalie seemed to get the memo and smiled slightly in an attempt to ease the awkwardness of the car.

“I love that lake… It’s so quiet and serene, but one time we had team bonding at the lake once and Laura and I were sharing a kayak, and in panic, she saw what she claimed to be a gator. She ended up flipping our kayak and we had to swim back to the shore and swallow our pride…” She couldn’t continue as she broke out in laughs at the memory and you broke out into a wide grin at the story. Laughing quietly at her story you turned to her observing the features on her face as she watched the road.

“Pretty sure New Jersey doesn’t have alligators.” you teasingly respond with a small smile before Nat glances over at you smiling at your sudden openness. “Oh, are you sure about that? Might want to inform your friend Laura.” Nat responded back with a grin.

“Lee, should have known that though! I told her many times before whenever she visits. Maybe she set you up. Seems like she is always setting you up.” you teased her in reference to the car ride and Natalie blushes as she remembers Laura’s original plan. Natalie hums as she turns into your neighborhood but pulls off onto the side getting over her sudden nerves. All that could be heard was the rain tapping on the roof of the car as the sun began to set. Looking away from the window a little confused as to why she stopped and began to rummage in the back seat of the car. Natalie turned around and you were met with the site of a humble bouquet of flowers and a small gift bag.

A little confused about the site you looked at Natalie as she urged you to take the flowers and the bag. Smiling lightly you take the items from her gently grazing her hand as the tension of the car has taken a dramatic change. You blushed darkly recognizing the flowers from the lot near the church and you began to play with the ribbon around them.

“It’s for you, Laura said it was your favorite…” Nat started trying to be confident but had undertones of nervousness.

“But why..?” you questioned as you put the flowers down neatly in your lap before beginning to go through the small gift bag. You pulled out the sorry card and read it before carefully putting it back in the bag. Now it was Nat’s turn to observe all the small details on your face before continuing “to apologize and to impress you…” She admitted as she raised her hand to rub the back of her neck to soothe herself.

She was alarmed by your lack of response until you pulled out the bear and turned to her with the happiest and prettiest smile she has ever seen. All her nerves settled bringing her back to her cocky laidback demeanor as you chimed in “This is definitely how you impress a girl… Who knew you had this in you…” you teased her as she feigned a look of defense.

“Oh trust me that’s just the beginning…” she said suggestively as she was a little shocked by her own comment. Once your attention has switched from the bear to her she smirked a little before continuing “...How about I take you out on a date? I’ll promise I can treat you right…” she declared honestly as she tried to look deeper into your eyes in search for an early answer.

Your eyes light up at her suggestion as a familiar pinkness rushed to your face. Without even answering Natalie already knew the answer before giving a cheeky smile. She was totally head over heels for you and it was early on in your relationship.

“If you promise to drive safe.” attempting to keep up with your nonchalant cool demeanor but failing as you were given away by your sudden shyness “I would love to have a date with you.”

“Awesome, sounds good. How about after the game on Friday? I can take you out right afterwards…�� She continued to ramble excitedly throwing out names of places the two of you could go to “I would love that.” interrupting her rambling as you reach out to squeeze one of her hands. Grinning she turned the car back on and shared “I can’t believe that Laura Lee was my wingman…” she said chuckling living off the high of getting a chance with her dream girl. She started to head in the direction of your house and heard light giggles coming from your side.

“Once I tell Laura she’s bound to give you a shovel talk… Hope you can withstand that…” You giggled out and Natalie joined you at the thought. Laura wasn’t that scary but she wondered if she would be more serious when it comes to breaking the heart of y/n. “...If that gives me the opportunity to be with you I will withstand it…” she said cheesily as she pulled into your driveway.

She gathered your books and slung your bag over her shoulder before exiting the car to open your door. Thanking her you stepped out and grabbed onto her hand with your free hand as you quickly ran to the porch and grabbed your keys and unlocked the door. As you ushered her inside she put your stuff down on a nearby couch before turning noticing you disappeared. She called out your name and you answered informing her that you were in the kitchen. She followed your voice and noticed that the flowers were already put into a vase with the bear leaning against it.

Smiling at the thought, she watched you turn to face her handing her a note. Natalie looked down to read it and smirked once she saw your writing that messily scribbled your number and name. She mumbled a quiet thank you before you led her back to your front door.

“You should get home… before the storm gets worse…” announcing as you played with her fingers. She looked down at the act before back at you with an awkward smile. It seemed like she didn’t want to leave just yet but she knew you were right. “Oh my god… my bike…” suddenly interrupting her train of thoughts before trying to step out on the porch so you can get it out.

“Don’t worry about it I’ll get it,” Nat said grabbing your hand and pulling you back to the comforts and warmth of your house.

“Are you sure about that?” You questioned her quietly not wanting her to go out of her way.

“How about I drive you around from now on? It’s not safe to be riding around town all alone.” She said honestly and already decided your decision for you.

“Oh, but–” you started before Nat interrupted “I’ll pick you up at eight.” with a small smirk. Nodding at her you thanked her, but before she could say goodbye you quickly leaned in to leave a kiss on her cheek as a thanks. Pulling away you were met with her grin.

“Goodbye y/n.” she said calmly but she was trying to keep her cool demeanor.

“Stay safe Natalie! Call me when you get home!” you slightly shouted out as she walked away to take your bike out of her truck. You watched her lean it against a wall by the side of your house before getting in her truck to leave. With one final wave she left and you entered back in your house once she was completely gone from your sight.

Smiling to yourself in awe you could not wait to tell Laura what happened and you wanted to do it before Natalie mentioned it to her. While Natalie was driving home she couldn’t hide her smile for herself as she was already planning on telling her team how she got the girl and that she had a date with y/n on Friday.

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets imagine #natalie scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio imagine #wlw #yellowjackets #natalie scatorccio

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asmosmainhoe · 5 months

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An Izuku Midoriya MC

Hey, how's it going? I don't know if the suggestion box is still open so sorry if it isn't ;(

But anyway, I wanted to know if you could write a headcanon of the brothers with an Izuku Midorya MC, I would be super grateful♡

(sorry if there were any spelling mistakes, I'm using Google Translate to write this)

- @liz-beedevil

Notes: Don't worry, dear! You never have to worry about your English when coming to me. Also it's been years since I watched the anime so I'm really not up to date with him :'D

Gender: neutral

Warnings: none

Lucifer

Nothing worries him more than your weird powers

Like what do you mean you're breaking your bones left and right by just the tiniest movement? And it's also so destructive as well?

He forbids you from using it within the property, because last time you blew up a whole wall by accident

All these inconveniences aside though, he admires your kind heart and bravery. No matter what gets thrown at you you simply never seem to even think about giving up and he respects that. He's even drawn to it

That said he trusts you more than he at first realizes

Mammon

"Are humans supposed to do that?"

Last time he checked there isn't any weird green lightning around them and they also don't have super speed and super strength

AND DON'T GET HIM STARTED ABOUT HOW YOU BREAK YOUR BONES BY SIMPLY SNAPPING WITH YOUR FINGER WHAT

Everytime you're forced to use more power than your body can handle Mammon is a mix between mad and worried. Like he's going to yell at you for putting yourself through that while at the same time give you such a gentle treatment

Leviathan

Wow, you're just like that one main character in the anime he's been watching

The looks, the powers, the personality...it's exactly the same! He's wondering why, but he doesn't really question it any further. It's not as if a normie like you would know anyways

But he's extremely fascinated by your abilities and kinda geeks out everytime you step into action

His brothers are slowly getting annoyed of his ranting about how cool you are

Levi is secretly making fanart of you

Satan

This must be magic, right? Right? There couldn't be any other explanation. Humans aren't supposed to do these things!

No matter how hard he searches for spells or magic that seems similar to your powers, he fails to find something even remotely close to what you're doing

"MC, you simply have to explain it to me. How did you aquire these powers?"

He will respect it if you decide to stay silent about it, but he will take notes about you

Thanks to those he often recognizes patterns or other things to help you improve and use more of your powers

Asmodeus

Oh, Asmo is absolutely in love with how this green lightning is surrounding your body. It looks so mesmerizing!

And don't get him started on that fierce look on your face when you step into action

"I didn't know you were so strong, MC~"

If you pick him up and he notices that he basically weighs nothing to you he's going to swoon even more. Especially when you burst into those fast sprints like it's no problem

And with all these powers you still manage to stay kind and humble which also hits him like a bullet train

Beelzebub

Finally! Someone who can workout with him and actually keep up? What more does a demon want?

The fact that you're stronger than him though shocks him at first, but it only motivates him to train even harder

Food delivery has never been faster. He's making it a habit to ask you if you could bring him food from the kitchen, because it only takes you a couple seconds

It's refreshing to finally meet a nice and friendly person down here in the devildom

The fact that you could tear down a whole building, but instead decide to treat everything and everyone as gently as possible has him hooked

Belphegor

If I'm being completely honest here your obnoxiously friendly personality kind of annoyed him at first

But then he saw how nicely you treat Beel and how you still stay so incredibly humble in situations where you clearly have the upper hand. It's such a refreshing change to all these authority figures surrounding him in the Devildom

"Why do you keep risking your life and breaking your bones? Doesn't it get tiring?"

Your energy level definitely is going through the roof compared to his, but he learns to cope with that

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mr2swap · 1 year

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Dungeons and Dragons

-Jacob! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?! - the childish and strident voice of a child made the gang of friends leave their wooden swords, their plastic shield and their "magical" scepter that was actually a broom on the floor

Among all the "kids" there was one that stood out from all the others, a 35-year-old man, shirtless, holding a large metal sword that would normally decorate the Johnsons' game room, he fell on the grass, The muscular man and Shirtless froze in terror instantly upon recognizing that shrill and annoying voice-Ups! Damn, we met-

A scrawny 8-year-old boy walked into the garden, his angry look turning to surprise as he saw the group of children staring at him in silence. -oh Fuck- those words escaped from his mouth with an adorable tone. -Hm… Hey… Dere- I mean "my" dad needs you to help him move something… from his niece.-

-Hey!… Uncle Dick, don't worry, I told my friends about the amulet, I saw you asleep on the sofa, so I thought you wouldn't mind if I took your body to play and I…- Uncle Dick He slowly approaches the children and takes the huge, hard hand of his little thief of his nephew.

-Yeah! Come on Uncle Dick! Just let me play with my friends for 15 more minutes!...- the rejuvenated Uncle Dick sighed and placed his soft hands on his head to give himself a little massage to prevent his brain from exploding from all the anger and anger. accumulated stress in this. Little time.

-Listen Jack... you took my body without my permission, you told your friends our little secret and you left me locked in your room while I slept with a note that said "I'll give you your body back at dinner time, it would be great if you did my math homework” -How the hell do you think I feel?!-

Jack winced and a couple of tears formed on his face which was covered by a freshly cut beard, he rushed to the grass and started crying as he yelled -SORRY UNCLE Dick I JUST WANTED TO PLAY DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS WITH MY FRIENDS AND KENNY NEVER LET ME BE THE KNIGHT BECAUSE I AM THE SMALLEST OF MY FRIENDS AND ALSO I…-

Now the thunderous voice of his nephew was heard throughout the neighborhood, The Man in the body of his weak nephew looked to all sides worried that one of the neighbors would look at the muscular man throwing a tantrum -Okay, okay! Only 15 more minutes! You're not in trouble! But stop crying for the love of God!-

The tears stopped, Jack using the hideously long fingers of his new hairy hand wiped the tears from him, wiped his nose and stood up. -Thanks Uncle Dick! You're the best! - The children continued their little game while their uncle Dick supervised them, from time to time he checked his text messages so he was not having such a bad time in the skinny body of his nephew Jack.

"I just hope Uncle Dick doesn't mind having to spend another day in my body. When he finds out that I gave my friend Clarence the magic amulet so he could take over his stepfather's body, he's sure to try to kill me. But what?" could I do in my puny body of only one meter? I guess I'll keep the amulet for now, I don't know what planes my brother had with this thing, but I have big planes for his body tomorrow.

We have big planes for tomorrow! We will drive, go to the bar and even buy our first cigarettes! Maybe if we have time we'll play Dungeons and Dragons, maybe we can both be knights now!”

Hey! You can support me to continue creating stories, see similar stories on my patreon, you can also join my discord if you are interested in role-playing about bodyswap, possession and transformation, m2m!

#bodyswap #body swap #male body swap #body switch #male transformation

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cambion-companion · 2 years

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hi darling, can I request Aemondacting soft around his secret lover?

Of course Anon! Anytime anywhere haha, I love soft Aemond. I also used the poem "she walks in beauty" by Lord Byron.

Aemond x servant!reader | FLUFF

You were a servant girl in the Red Keep, belonging to no noble house, content to see and not be seen by those nobles you served.

None took notice of you, save for Aegon who had a lecherous fondness of serving girls.

One night as you were on the rounds emptying chamber pots, you were cornered by him in his chambers.

You, not being a meek girl, yelled for help before raking your nails across Aegon's face.

He didn't have time to grab you as someone entered the room, grabbed him by the nape of his neck, and pushed him to the ground.

Aemond had heard your cry for help and come rushing through the open door. "Go!" he told you, rounding on his brother.

You heard them shouting as you fled, their voices echoing far down the hallways.

The next day, as you swept the empty throne room, Aemond found you, placing a hand lightly on your shoulder. You still jumped about a foot in the air, wheeling on him with broom raised to land a blow. Aemond backed away from you, hands raised, laughing softly. "At ease, soldier. I simply wanted to check and see if you were alright...after the events of yestereve."

"Yes, thank you my prince." Mortified, you quickly bowed low.

Aemond scuffed his shoe upon the stone floor, his one purple eye flashing in the torchlight. "There's no need for that." He gestured for you to straighten. "And please, 'Aemond' is enough when you address me in privacy."

He held out a large book to you, that you recognized instantly. It was the Tome of Dragonriding, a fascinating read you had acquired in the massive library, a few nights before you had been called from your reading to complete serving dinner and had left it behind, not able to find it upon your return.

You took the book from Aemond hesitantly, barely daring to look him in the eye. "I...lost this, thank you for returning it."

"It is a rare thing for a...woman of your birth to be able to read." You knew he meant no offense, but your skin prickled nonetheless.

"My father taught me, my pri-Aemond." You admitted.

"He sounds like quite the man."

"He was." You glanced up from studying your shoes and saw Aemond's face soften slightly. "Though...I still find comprehending the written word challenging. My vocabular isn't what I'd like it to be."

Aemond looked at you a moment, his mouth curling slightly into a smile. "You will meet me in the library tomorrow eve so we can begin your lessons." He moved to pass you and tapped lightly on the Tome of Dragonriding in your arms, looking down into your face. "Bring this."

You had met with Aemond that evening, finding him already seated at a large oaken table surrounded by scrolls and manuscripts already. He was leaning over a particularly challenging-looking paper, his long hair falling over his shoulders and tickling the paper before him.

"Ah, Y/N. I am grateful for your presence. " He looked up to see you and motioned for you to take a seat next to him. "You offer a pleasing distraction to these awful manifestos."

Not knowing what that last word quite meant you offered the prince a smile and scooted in, placing your book on the table.

Aemond had you read aloud, correcting, and instructing you to write down words that were foreign to your tongue, giving you the definitions to memorize.

He was a pleasant teacher, you quickly found, and you often caught yourself looking more at his angular face and mysterious eyepatch than at the task in front of you. He caught you more than once, violet eye flicking up to meet your own staring back. A knowing smile began spreading across his face and he leaned in fractionally closer to you.

"I expect you to study, we will recommence next week. Same time, here in the library." At the end of an hour, Aemond gathered together his reading materials and stood to leave.

You did indeed meet with Aemond in the same place the following week, and the week after that until several months had passed with the two of you meeting and becoming closer. You enjoyed his company immensely and often found yourself craving to be near him while going about your everyday chores.

He found you one morning, as you swept the ashes from the fireplace of a secluded sitting room. "Y/N." The sudden sound of his voice woke you from deep thought and you raised your head only to knock the back of it against the stone mantle of the hearth.

Aemond was at your side in an instant, as you clutched your throbbing head, and helped guide you to the sofa. "Forgive me, I am so sorry Y/N. Are you quite alright?" You could tell by the strain in his voice, Aemond was making a gallant effort not to laugh.

"You keep doing that, sneaking up behind me and scaring the life out of me!" He did laugh this time, and you couldn't help but join him, though you also groaned in pain, still rubbing the back of your head. Cool fingers pushed yours away as Aemond caressed the sore spot, digging into your hair to feel for the damage. "Does it hurt when I press here?" You winced. "A little." "And here?" "...not as much."

He released your head and sat back. "I think you'll survive." "A miracle to be sure!" Your retort made him smile and he removed a small book from his coat pocket. "I brought something for you, hopefully all you've learned with me hasn't been shaken from your brain just now."

You took the small gift from him, A collection of poems from Old Valyria. "Aemond, I don't speak Valyrian." You opened the book, leafing through the pages. "Oh." It was written in the Common Tongue, though the print was small. You began reading aloud more by instinct than anything.

"She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes."

You looked up from the page, meeting Aemond's intense eye. He had studied you this way before, but you had always been quick to look away. This time, however, you did not break your gaze, not even when he hooked a finger under your chin and pulled you closer.

His breath was hot upon your lips. "May I?" You barely had time to nod before his mouth was upon yours. A soft whimper escaped you, Aemond's other hand moved to your lower back and guided you against him as he leaned into you.

It was a tender moment, one etched into your heart and memory, your fingers running through his silken hair, all pain in your head forgotten. One of many stolen, secret moments to come.

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