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pedgito · 2 years

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Okay but husband Eddie begging reader for a baby and then fucking her with so much love please PLEASE BABE IM CRAVING THIS

author’s note: this idea sent me down a rabbit hole of emotions, jesus christ

cw: 18+ (minors, shoo!), fem!reader, breeding kink (sorta), lots of fluff and comfort to an emotional reader, just really sappy shit y’all

word count: 1.1k

It was a constant debate between the both of you. Marriage first, kids later. And now, with marriage out of the way, it was the only thing on Eddie’s mind.

“Please, baby,” He was on the ascent of a rant, and he would hit the peak soon, “just one.”

“Stop saying it like that, Eddie.” It made it feel like he didn’t understand the weight of what he was saying. Just one, just one. It was never, just one. “Kids are a serious deal.”

He moves in closer, hand settling around the dip in your waist, the other coming up to rest at the nape of your neck, pulling you against him. You smile, soft and warm, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t love having a mini Munson running around this house.” He thinks fondly, half him and half you, the tiny pitter patter of feet running through the house, a nest of beautiful ringlets curls bouncing with every step. “We’d make cute babies and you know it.”

You made a noise of discontent, “Let’s just hope they take after you—all that beautiful hair, cute button nose,” You poke his nose gently, watching his face scrunch up. “But seriously, Eddie, this isn’t something to joke about. This is a lifelong commitment.”

“Baby, I’m committed to this, as long as you need me, as long as our kids need me.” His voice is raw, like he’s holding back emotion. It was often that you saw him like this, always holding himself together for you—not the other way around. You frowned slightly, moving your hand to cup his face, rubbing at the apple of his cheek with your thumb, smoothing out his worry lines.

“Let’s try, then.” You say softly, “We’ll see where it takes us.”

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“Fuck, baby—God, I love you so much.” His thrusts are slow, but forceful, taking his sweet, sweet time. He's making those soft noises into your shoulder, fingers digging into the delicate skin of your thigh, hip pulled up higher on one particular snap of his hips, forcing his name out in a cry, and then again, and again.

"Eddie, please," You beg for no real rhyme or reason, you just wanted him--wanted him to hold you, kiss you, bring you right to the brink of pleasure and back again, wanted to be consumed by him, "please."

It's a silent plea, the words hanging off the tip of your tongue. Your hands grip the sheets in anguish, the feeling of being so full off of Eddie's dick that you can't even think straight. Sex was always special with him, he always made sure to take care of you.

"You drive me fuckin' crazy." His voice is strained, barely above a whisper. "Just want to fuck you full--want to see how good you'd look carry my babies." It was different from the usual dirty talk, but given the subject matter, it made all the sense in the world. It peaked an interest in you that you had no idea existed, not until he's speaking those words to you, in the confines of the four walls of your bedroom, a place sacred for you and him. "Can't even think how beautiful you'd look, all round and pregnant."

You try to force the small bubble of laughter back down, but it escapes you. It feels ridiculous, but you can't find it in you to ask him to stop. "What? Too much?" Eddie asks, coming back to earth for the time being, having lost himself in the moment.

"No, no." Your breathless when you answer, hands resting against your chest as his pace slows again, taking the chance to look you in the eye. "It's--it's really good. I don't mind."

"Good." He agrees, leaning forward to nip at the skin on your jawline, hands gripping your waist, thumbs barely grazing the apex of your thighs, pulling you flush against him, burying his dick as deep as it would go. "Gotta make sure it all stays in, right?"

You nod earnestly, bottom lip pulled between your teeth, gasped pulled out of your chest on a particularly rough thrust of his hips. "Need you to come in me, baby." Your voice is wrecked, "Want you to come in."

Eddie's fucking up into you with fervor, somehow still maintaining his soft exterior in the way he's peppering kisses along your chest, your face, until he's pulling you in for a deep, bruising kiss that leaves you moaning into his mouth, his hand reaching between the both of you is an afterthought, until he's bringing you to an orgasm quicker than you expect, clinging on to him like your life depended on it. "Oh, Eddie, baby—" You sob, unexpectedly overcome with emotion.

Eddie comes almost immediately after, it hitting him just as hard, hips buried to the hilt inside of you. The thing about Eddie, despite how often he speaks up during sex, is almost silent when he comes. His eyebrows knitted together, mouth hung open slightly, eyes shut tight—like he can’t seem to catch his breath for a moment. He collapses on you, still mindful of his body weight, before rolling off onto his side.

It isn’t until a few seconds after that he realizes you’d been crying, a mess of tears and small, quiet sobs.

“Hey, hey—“ His voice is soothing, a soft hush that you found helped keep you grounded. He always knew just the right way to comfort you. “What’s wrong?”

��Nothing.” You respond, wiping away the few tears that had ran down your face. It seemed silly, the idea that you could get so emotional out of nowhere, but the thing was—you couldn’t help how loved Eddie made you feel. “Everything is perfect.”

And it was, it truly was. Your life, his life—it melded together perfectly.

“I love you,” It was his special way of saying ‘goodnight’ or ‘sweet dreams’, but it also meant exactly what he wanted to say, those three little words being the driving force in your relationship. It was reassurance on bad days, the feeling of fondness on the days you couldn’t stop laughing, but it was also the feeling of anticipation, of what you had to look forward to in your future together, “I love you so fuckin’ much.”

You lean forward slowly, kissing the bridge of his nose. His eyes were heavy, half closed—both from exhaustion and post-orgasmic bliss.

“I want this to work, but part of me—” Eddie laughs into your cheek, hiding his face away from view, “I really just want it to fail a few times so I can fuck you like that again.”

“Eddie!” You squeal, swatting him playfully against his arm. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

“Would fuck you again, right now, if I wasn’t so tired,” You laugh, burying his face into your chest, running his curls through your fingers. It helped him fall asleep faster, he speaks through a yawn, “but, that’s why there’s always tomorrow.”

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #my writing #blurbs #1kfic #5kfic

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kurosstuff · 2 months

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could you do 🍯 3 with girl dick lute?

Of course~ decided to do it like the last one in a way? Demon x angel plot♡♡ but it's a different plot is- execution day still though(cause I don't think she'd go to hell for anything else)

Warning(s): demon x angel, unprotected sex, girl dick lute, tail and horns thing, wing stuff? Idk, mating season(both of yours) afab reader, mating. Heat/ruts(mating season) , Lute is MEAN(but also praising you♡)

Didn't say if you wanted fem reader so I did gn reade

Gp! Lute x GN!demon reader

There are a lot of things you hated about hell. One of the biggest things? Was mating season. All demons go through with it- it's a normal thing. Considering sinners now have animal tributes, it's just something you'll have to deal with. No matter what you are- for some it's easier to handle and deal with.

But the beginning of it is the worst. It's like you've never BEEN in one before.

Panting you hid in the abandoned building, looking around, tail curled, tucking nervously. Its like God himself hated you the most. As if waiting to laugh in your face considering its execution day.

And your being hunted.

The flapping of wings nearby made you duck to hide, but you were too late something hit your side, making you fly to the side looking back. You saw her. A executioner staring you down.

Just your fucking luck. It's the leaders second in command. Lute.

"He-hey-" waving backing up, ignoring how she snarled stalking towards you as she found her prey. Her victim. "Been a while, huh lute?' Swallowing the last time you ran into her. You somehow out ran her.

Ever since? Her sights have been on you.

"Yeah. After you humiliated me. A sinner outrunning me? You got lucky" she snarled out swiping her sword to the side the blood on it flhong around.

It was fresh.

And, of course, your big mouth had to just speak. "Yeah, six times, is it?" Cursing yourself for uttering that. How she stopped and stared snarling wings fluttering flapping. You really did it now.

You pissed her off more.

Yelping, you turned rushing off. "NO NO IM SORRY LUTE SHIT-" you screamed out, racing into the first room you could find stumbling into it. A dead end. Seriously? Who the fuck sleeps in a room with no windows? Sighing, you turned barley missed the swipe of the sword from lute as she attempted to kill you.

With her being silent? You knew you really fucked up. Hearing her snarling and..panting? You turned, kicking her back roughly. "Sorry!" You couldn't help but call out as she luckily? Landed on the bed. Turning around she on her back she groaned taking a moment-

Taking the time with her on her back, you pounced on her, holding her down. "Stop! I- I don't wanna fight!" As she squirmed, trying to buck you off, making you whine unaware she's trying to stop you from feeling her shame. Her guilt for feeling like this in this situation.

Gasping finally feeling something poking your thigh smirking, you grind against her waist slowly, making her moan snarling up at you. "y-your mating season is here too?" Whining softly as she grabbed your waist roughly bucking up into your hips, panting heavily

"Yeah~" she whined softly, getting harder at the reveal. "fuck~ you fought me on your mating day? Did you want to get fucked?" She snarled out allowing you to reach up taking her mask off biting her lip kissing you deeply flipping you onto your back

Gasping ypu flushed looking up at her "i- I had to! Had no choice it comes when it wants!" You panted out on instinct, almost submitting to her looking away feeling guilty. By the smirk on her

You knew she saw-

"Guess there's only one thing to do, no?" She purred out, grinding against you, leaning to take her shirt off "we fuck of course. We're both on our mating season? Why not?" She hummed answering for you when you didn't reply "I'm gonna ask you once. Do you want this" She huffed out

Gently rubbing your waist wasn't what you expected from her, but here she was, waiting for you to think ignoring her instincts. "Yes. I... I want this" humming in approval she kissed you leaning back to strip you using her sword - "wha- I- my shirt!" You huffed flushed seeing her roll her eyes

"Take my jacket after. Ok?" Grunting leaning back, pulling her pants down- pulling her hard cock out already leaking pumping herself slowly groaning softly "fuck~" moving close testing rubbing her tip on your entrance smirking

"Wait, wait! You're too big!" You gasped moaning at the sheer length of her- making her hum rubbing herself on your entrance, grinding against you moaning against your neck leaning back "you- will you even fit-?"

"I'll go slow" at first- left unsaid not fully answering- grinding more on you covering her cock in your slick she hummed "it won't hurt slipping in. Your to deep in your heat you'd already pooling of yourself." She Grunting slowly pushing into you moaning loudly "fuck~ your tight~"

"Oh- oh god~" you sobbed out, spreading your legs more, feeling her push in more stretching you fully "too much~" moaning loudly under her tail thumping whining more when she reached gently taking your tail making you gasping loudly slipped under her

"You were just crying for my attention sweetheart~ now your begging me to stop? You sure that's what you want~?" She hummed, moaning, pounding into you, gasping."fuck~ getting even tighter for me~ fucking rutting against me before no~? Now you want me to stop" Leaning back rubbing your tail, watching you squirm more under her gently pinching it making you sob moaning drawing a loud whine

"No~" you begged out, sobbing under her kissing her deeply sobbing out her name, making her smirk pinching your tail, causing you to gasp whining lewdly

"That's my good pet~" she purred, shoving Into you fully moaning loudly eagerly fucking you into the bed panting heavily "thank God there was a bed here no?" Kissing along your neck hearing the purrs mixed with your moans "fuck you like this~? Being fucked by your greater?" She moaned out gasping leaning up pulling you by your horns to show your neck more- forcing you into submission for her "that's a good pet~" panting heavily pounding rougher into you flushed darkly

Whining loudly wrapping your legs around her waist, yanking her deeper into her, fully submitting to her "oh fuck please~ c-claim me~" you sobbed out holding her close watching her wings flap in approval. Puffing in a way to show off- like a dance of sorts "oh please~?"

Humming biting your neck roughly "claim you? You want to be my mate?' She growled out pounding rougher holding the bed- your sobs moaning for her, making her hum "your tail sensitive or something?" Rubbing it making you nod sobbing out

"It- its a courting thing ~ like like- sensitive makes them want to be mated-" You choked out arching your back into her at her unrelenting pace "horns and tails make- make demons horny at the touch If not careful~" flushed at her smirk as she tugged at your tail once more

"Guess I'll take you as mine then, huh? My pet?" Pounding roughly leaning close biting at your neck,"making you my mate~? Mine?" Purring out moaning heavily holding their waist roughly claiming you as hers.

She didn't care for the consequences(she does but she's so lost in her rut to acknowledge it) that she does do it. She bites down roughly "my mate ~ my sinner~" she snarled out her cock twitching deep inside you moaning heavily feeling you tighten around her moaning her name out smirking she hummed "yeah you like that? Like being claimed?" Groaning "fuck~ go ahead cum for me my pet~"

Sobbing our nodding, releasing around her clinging to her feeling her pound deeper shoving fully into you cumming deep inside with a loud moan snarling into your neck claiming you from the inside as well "fuck~" Sobbing out panting heavily rocking up into her feeling yourself gush onto the bed from them "n-need more~" you gasped out sobbing out for her

"Fuck~ yeah?" Pounding into you against groaning, twitching deep inside you,"want more? Fill you up more~?" Kissing you deeply relishing in the moans and cries you let out for her "fuck~ doing so fucking good what a good whore I have huh?" Snarling against your lips wings puffing up expanding fully flapping happily showing off smug

"Yes fuck yes~" you sobbed out moaning arching your back cumming around her cock again sobbing from the overestimating from the unrelenting pounding- the roughness from her "oh please~ please~" Sobbing out loudly

Groaning "this- is this the last time~ go-got to go-" hearing the alarm go off for her to come back snarling loudly pounding roughly into you- shoving fully into you so lost in her rut she couldn't hold back cumming deep inside you once more moaning loudly rocking into you slowly before slowly gently pulling out watching you gush of her. Feeling smug- possessive she properly mated you.

Made you hers.

Humming, she reached up, plucking a feather from her wing, putting it on your chest "wear it. Make it a necklace" putting a claim physically on you. "Accept my mateship by putting it on~?" Purring out kissing you gently moving to get dressed quickly putting her jacket on you rubbing your twitching legs

After a moment, she fled. Flying away without a goodbye(she hoped to see you again) humming, she smiled happily, hopping it all would end well for you both.

But all acts. Have consequences. Mating a demon as an angel? Would have a consequence

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #lute x reader #hazbin hotel lute #lute smut #EVENT

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gracejh08 · 15 days

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Breaking the media

Chapter 2 -breaking the news

Surprisingly, the transfer between arsenal and Barcelona had been relatively fast arsenal were quite happy to send you to Barcelona due to the opportunitys it was going to give you. Now here came the part you had forgotten about you had to say goodbye to the people who have made you the player you are now and how well they have took care of you. The group had decided to have a get together in the holidays and you knew this was the only time you could tell them otherwise they will find out about the transfer pretty quickly due to social media. There was definitely some speculation of you moving as you saw the rumor posts on your Instagram feed which made you giggle to yourself knowing they were right but you can't interact with them otherwise your cover is blown.

It was they day of the event and now the nerves had really hit you, you had managed to convince beth and viv to take you because you knew you couldn't face your 'parents' yet. They picked you up and you hopped into the back seat of the car "you all good there y/n " beth asked with an unreadable expression one of worry yet it not slipping over her smiling face. "Yeah im good just jealous that all of yous got a nice tan and ive been stuck here" you remarked half sarcastically but also with a tone of seriousness you were a bit jealous that you couldn't go on holiday. "Yeah yeah well in two years we will bring you with us" viv chimed in smiling at you. The pwang of guilt hit you hard they didn't know you were about to tell them you were leaving the club and now it felt like you couldn't bare the news. "Yeahh that would be nice but i don't wanna be pain on your holidays" you say back "no no you'd never be a pain" beth responded. Yous continued to chat in the car and as every minute past the pit in your stomach grew deeper and was a lot more noticeable.

You walked into the venue to find it nicely decorated and privately booked. Thank god you thought to yourself just incase the tears came along with the news. The night was going well until leah came and sat next to you "hey y/n you've been awfully quiet tonight" she said "yeah im all good just got stuff going on at the moment" you replied not even trying to hide your emotions with leah "what stuff?, better not be you leaving us for barca like the rumors" she said jokingly not understanding that was exactly what was happening. That comment had sent you in a spiral though you couldn't cancel the deal now but your team mates will be so disappointed in you and disgusted that you left them.

You were lost deep in thought until you felt tears on the verge of your eyes "im going to the bathroom" you said standing up dismissing leahs comment. The speed you walked away at was fast but wasn't fast enough to contain your tears to the bathroom you hands wiped across your face as you made your way to the bathroom. You slammed the bathroom stall door with some force and then you let the emotions hit you your legs gave in as you slid to the cold tiled floor and it felt like the walls were caving in and you couldn't breath everything was overwhelming.

Meanwhile leah was sat in confusion and also a hint of panic and she got up shortly after you hadn't returned from the bathroom after a couple of minutes. She hadn't made it into the main area of the bathroom when she heard your sobs through the wall it was heart breaking to hear and yet she didn't know what to do. She knew she couldn't deal with this it had to be beth and viv they had been the people to take you under there wing and look after you. Leah almost legged it to beth and viv who were stood next to eachother in the busy part of the room "beth viv i need your help" leah said so quick that it seemed like she needed the help "whats up leah" beth asked worry knitted through her eyebrows "its y/n she.. i dont know what happened.. i said one thing and she was fine the next minute she stormed off to the bathroom.. and then.. i" leah was rambling her head full of panic and it was viv who took charge of leah. " leah i need you to calm down for me and i will get kim to sit with you but i have to go deal with y/n" she said dragging her to a couch in the bar. She got kim to sit next to her and left them be while her and beth charged to the bathroom.

As the door opened you still hadn't got any better from when leah had checked on you infact it had gotten worse. You suffered from anxiety but it was never this bad well not for the past while it hasnt been this bad. You were so trapped in your own head you had forgot to lock the door properly so here it was beth and viv stood above you staring down at your body crumpled into a ball hyperventilating with your hands over your ears and your eyes clenched. It was a sight neither the older girls had expected to see but both knew what they had to do to hopefully fix it and know what was the reason for it. It was viv who had taken charge of the operation and she sat next to you on the cold tile floor beth followed quickly after. "Hey y/n love its viv, can i touch you" she asked gently after no response viv knew it was worse than she thought and she's going to have to do what she thinks is best.

She reaches for your hand which you grab as if it was your lifeline and this begins to draw you out of your mind "hey hey love look at me" beth said looking at you with the most empathetic look in her eyes her face knitted with worry. You look up at her your face puffy and red from the tears that still poured down your face "oh love its okay" she said as you basically threw yourself at her sobbing into her shoulder drenching her jumper in tears "im sorry, im so sorry" is the only thing you could muster up into beths shoulder "you have nothing to be sorry for love" viv said rubbing circles on your back with her hands "yes i do you're all gonna hate me and its my fault i should have been more responsible" you said this time sniffing the final tears away. "We wont hate you love but you need to tell us whats going on" viv said this time a lot more serious in her tone. You took a deep breath "im.. im going to Barcelona" you said waiting for the wrath of the two of them to tell you that they hate you "omg y/n that amazing, we're so proud of you" beth said pulling you in tighter.

You were shocked they were proud of you, they shouldn't be they should hate you "you're proud of me?" You questioned them looking up with glassy eyes "yes of course we are but we need to tell the rest of the team to celebrate" viv said standing up and dragging you up to your feet. You slowly crept out the bathroom where beth and viv sat you on the nearest seat away from the rest of the team. You had essentially begged the two of them to tell everyone else as you couldn't do it especially after having a panic attack in front of beth and viv. Luckily they agreed but you had to be in the room with them you trundled behind the couple like a lost puppy when they made you sit on chair next to them the suitation almost felt like an intervention "right so y/n has so big news to tell you all but she has asked us to do it for her" beth began to start "so for next season y/n is moving to Barcelona" she said with a smile on her face "omg you're joking y/n thats amazing" russo said to you "well in y/n" said katie following.

You felt positive about moving to Barcelona now and you had plenty people who backed you from a few thousand miles away you felt like this was the right move.

Your life was at peace until it hit the media...

#woso x reader #woso #wsl #barca femeni #alexia putellas #alexia x reader

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starryletters · 9 months

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gojo; friends to lovers headcanons!

notes : set in 2006, reader being silly and a bit dense, gojo falls first and you fall just as hard , fluff! suguru and shoko mentioned bc i love their friendgroup🫶

a/n : eep my first (published) piece of writing! im so excited, and i hope people like it!!! this isn't the most polished, but i wanted to start off with something a little more simple ( ◡‿◡ *) anywhoo satoru is the boyfriend ever!

you met him when you joined the jujutsu high second years aka geto shoko and gojo!

and gojo IMMEDIATELY decided to annoy the shit out of you

but like in an endearing way (that's what he thought, at least)

surprisingly, you actually found him funny, and bantering with him back and forth quickly became your favorite part of every day.

he really liked how you were able to keep up with him and how easy it was to talk to you about anything and everything. no matter what he had to say, you had a reply (or an insult) ready to go.

satoru's a really physically affectionate person in general and he was over the moon when you didnt seem to mind how he randomly slung his arm around your shoulder or how he liked to fall asleep with his head in your lap. (i could tie to this whole thing to his infinity and talk about how sad it is for someone that shows love through physival affection to experience smth so traumatic that they put a LITERAL barrier between them and others preventing all forms of touch but..i wont!)

it wasn't anything romantic at first! (i love platonic physical affection, okay?)

but there were small moments where you felt his touch and felt such a warmth in your heart. you had pure adoration for him [and if you ever caught his stare, you would know he adored you the same.]

anywhoo! you always thought he was attractive because i mean, look at him

but you never really saw him as a romantic prospect. at least not until you talked to him and got to know him. which you told shoko later on, and she called you a freak of nature for it because "usually he has the opposite effect on people"

there wasn't really a distinct moment you can remember where you developed feelings for him. the realization totally caught you by surprise!

you were hanging out with your fellow second years after school, and gojo made some dumb dad joke, at which only he laughed (of course), but you glanced at him from the side and his laugh!!! it was so beautiful!!! like, why are you enchanted by this LOSER right now???

either way, that's when you noticed that maybe that feeling you got in your stomach whenever gojo touched you may not have been entirely platonic. horrified and also a teensy bit excited at your discovery you look away and try to make your blushing face cool down. cool, this was definitely gonna ruin one of the best relationships and friendships you've ever had! gojo knew geto and shoko before you, so if you ever confessed, it would probably ruin your friendship with them too! cool, cool, very cool.

of course, that was total bs, but whatever you were anxious at, your newfound feelings and relationships are confusing, and you maybe (definitely) had a bit of tunnel vision in that moment.

after that (like the smart person you are), you convinced yourself that "well. if i just avoid gojo..the feelings will probably go away, right?"

oh, you poor naive FOOL

first of all, avoiding gojo was no easy feat (just ask nanami)

second of all... by the point you realized your feelings, he was already completely WHIPPED for you

"suguru! did you see? she totally looked at me for two seconds longer than usual today!"

"uh-huh"

"she definitely loves me back, dont you think so too?"

"you're delusional."

"you're my best friend! you're supposed to indulge me in my delusions!"

definitely the type to lay on his stomach and kick his feet in the air while thinking about you

and he NEVER shuts up about you

shoko and geto seriously deserve financial compensation for this and are BAFFLED by the fact that you dont notice how lovestruck he is by you?

so as soon as he realized you stopped replying to his texts like you usually did and you didn't sit next to him anymore so he could lean his head on your shoulder, he was devastated

DEVASTATED

like what did he do????? why does the universe hate him??? ( like he isnt the strongest sorcerer ever?)

you thought you were clever for coming up with your "get rid of feelings for satoru" plan

but no. for days now everywhere you were, suddenly there he was.

you didn't give him the silent treatment or anything you just... kept your distance.

well, you tried anyway

man has no sense of personal space.

"i missed you." he pouts, leaning down and placing his head on your shoulder from behind. "we see each other everyday, thats not enough for you?" you replied, trying to remain calm while he was so SO close to you. "we barely saw each other at all yesterday!" he whines. "i was busy -" "no, you weren't." "yes, i was?" "nuh-uh, " your face contorts into a grimace. "seriously, how old are you?" "sev-" "it was a rhetorical question." he moves from his postion behind you and stands right in front of you. if he wasn't so silly looking, you would probably be intimidated by his towering height.

his face turns serious. "you've been avoiding me." he states, a small pout on his lips. shit, dont look at his lips! "eh..uh..what? no, i'm not! that's crazy talk..." you sputter nervously. he sighs, and puts his hands on your shoulders "are you okay?" he's genuinely concerned for you now. damnit why couldn't he be less likeable?! this was really throwing a wrench in your plan.

"i am..i'm just..uh..argh." you lower your head and massage your temple out of frustration. your heartbeat was going a mile a minute. "i didn't mean to avoid you, satoru." you say in a soft tone. a lie, but you couldn't handle telling him the truth. his face brightens instantly. "i'll forgive you if you pinky promise to never avoid me ever again." he reaches out his pinky. "wow, future me is gonna regret that when you get inevitably annoying.." you chuckle reaching out your hand to interlink your finger with his. this was good, this was normal. you felt normal, platonic, and normal feelings. yep. a bright grin spreads across his pretty face. "although.. you might still have to buy me something sweet to really convince me!" of course. "you're the worst." "you love it!" yeah, you do.

okay, plan b. push it all down and focus on your friendship!

you did really enjoy just being his friend after all..otherwise you wouldn't care so much about ruining your friendship!

so things went back to normal sort of...except for the fact that over the next few months, the romantic tension got worse and worse.

you thought it was just you being delusional when he started holding your hand more and more frequently, freuqently bought you small trimkets and gifts( his reason being " i thought of you!") told you how pretty and cool you looked after missions, even with your hair all messed up and uniform askew. you tried so hard not to read into it even though these things were obviously pretty romantic.

satoru thought he was going insane

"i mean??? am i not being clear enough, suguru? am i being too subtle?"

"i dont think the word subtle really suits you, in any situation ever."

at this point, he was close to giving up. maybe you just didn't like him as much as he liked you?

but then! one late summer night!

the first kiss!

which was sort of out of the blue but also not really, since you'd been pining for each other for a while.

he was invading spending time in your dorm room late at night again like he frequently did. he got real chatty at night. you were both sitting on your bed, and his head was leaning against your shoulder, the soft ends of his hair tickling your neck.

it was around mignight, his voice was low and he spoke in a hushed tone.

"..you know? and then he had the audacity to insult nintendo? like sorry you hate fun, loser? anyways my original point was..." he trails off his voice, getting lower and lower by the end. you turn your head in his direction, expecting to find him asleep. instead, your nose almost bumps against his.

his eyes are..so breathtaking this close, with the moonlight reflecting in his sapphire irises. his snow-white lashes flutter as he glances down at your lips. a silent request.

this moment was so full of tender love while still so quiet. you had never felt anything quite like it before. you nod ever so slightly and softly your lips meet eachother. slotting together like two puzzle pieces, it made something click in your brain. suddenly everything made sense.

after a few moments you pulled back. your face felt hot. it was still quiet. gojos thumb rubs over the back of your hand.

he leans his head back onto your shoulder, positively beaming, he giggled "like i was saying.." he starts again the smile still evident in his voice.

an equally bright grin breaks out on your face. he was not even acknowledging the kiss you two shared. but it felt right that he didn't. this moment felt so warm and so much like satoru. there was no more confusion and no words that needed to be said. you both understood what it meant. you both finally understood what you were.

what you failed to consider was telling your best friends. geto and shoko. the four of you were hanging out and gojo had to leave early for another mission, before he leaves he quickly pecks you on the lips (which to be fair surprised you too) before waving and running off. shoko's eyes were practically bulging out of her head, and getos face couldn't decide between a surprised expression and one of disgust. "what. was that." shoko furtows her brows. "uhh..oh! oh." you couldn't exactly pinpoint what you were supposed to say now. how did you forget to tell them? how did GOJO forget to tell them? granted, it only happened last night, but still... you had assumed he spent the rest of the night lying on his stomach, feet kicking, telling geto every detail. "we're dating?" you reply awkwardly. "damn it!" shoko exclaims, and suguru smiles smugly. odd reactions... that's what you thought until you saw shoko pull out her wallet and hand suguru a big wad of cash. "see? i told you they would figure it out before they turned 25." he chides.

thank you for reading!!! and i hope you liked it! im not sure about this formatting (w/ the tumblr bulleted list. it's like not spaced apart enough, yk?) anyway! im open to constructive criticism, but please be nice im sensitive LOL (ﾉω･､)

#☆ — stars writings #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jjk x reader #jjk #x reader #headcanons #drabble #gojo x you #gojo satoru imagine #jjk imagines

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birdiewriteslit · 3 months

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wildest dreams

luke hughes x abigail abernathy

masterlist

okay ik i haven’t updated this in a literal month so im finally feeding you my apologies for the wait

“Get up.” Jack said, grabbing the pillow from underneath Luke’s head and throwing it across the room.

Luke groaned, planting his face into the mattress. “What do you want?” he asked curtly, voice muffled by the sheets.

“It’s 1pm, we have practice in an hour, you’re a mess, I’m mad at you,” Jack listed, yanking the comforter off of his body.

Luke shivered and rolled over, shielding his eyes from the sun streaming in through the window. “What have you got to be mad about?”

“I haven’t heard from Abigail since she left, which, by the way, I know was your fault. Plus, you’ve been moody ever since she did, even though you’ve got no right to be.” Jack paused, taking a breath. “And I know what happened on New Year’s.”

Luke sat up on the bed, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. “Then you know I’ve got some right. She’s the one who doesn’t.”

Jack rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Fine, be an idiot. See if I care. Don’t take it out on Abigail when all she did was like you. You’re probably not used to girls liking you though.”

“She doesn’t like me, she’s fucking Rudy,” Luke mumbled.

“You really are an idiot. Seriously, get out of bed or I’m leaving without you.”

Jack left the room and Luke let his head fall into his hands. He grabbed his phone from the bedside table, staring at Abigail’s smiling face on his lockscreen, and feeling worse about the whole thing.

He listened to the voicemail, and he felt sick to his stomach. He knew he shouldn’t have yelled at her, but seeing her with Rudy set something off in his mind.

Granted, he had a jealousy problem since they were kids and Abigail would come to Toronto talking about all of her Boston friends, but things were a lot different now.

When Abigail got a job on Shameless, Luke couldn’t be prouder, and when it came out, she was so excited to watch it with him.

It was just her and him that night at the lake, the others having gone to bed. “I can’t watch this with my parents,” Abby had said, clinging to Luke’s arm in excitement.

He figured that meant she was topless in a scene. He’d seen Shameless before, and he couldn’t lie about being a little excited about her debut. He was 17, after all.

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was a full on sex scene between her and a costar, who still comments on her Instagram posts.

That was the moment he realized that things were changing in Abigail’s world. He thought about how other guys would be looking at her, thinking about her.

Then Outer Banks came around, and she started dating Rudy. He had to act like he liked the guy, but in reality he hated the way it made him feel seeing Abigail with another guy.

For a whole year he had to watch her with him. She even brought him to the lake once, and then after that trip, he broke up with her over Luke.

So, naturally, he didn’t like it when he saw Abigail was hanging around a guy like that again.

He replayed the voicemail. “Fuck,” he said out loud. “I fucked up.”

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trevorzegras the plot thickens

jamie.drysdale omg that’s me

abyabynathy @/jamie.drysdale sniped

cam.york we have fun

abyabynathy @/cam.york so much fun

philadelphiaflyers Have we converted you to a flyers fan??

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user1 what is going on

January 8, 2024

messages 10:36 pm

jack: if you’re trying to make luke mad it’s working

jack: but i can tell he feels guilty for whatever he did

jack: it’s actually a weird combination and i don’t like it

jack: pls fix it

abigail: i tried to fix it but he’s an ass idk what to tell you

abigail: i’m not trying to make him mad but it’s not my fault he freaks out when i breath near anyone else

jack: why the fart are you in philly then

abigail: bc i wanted to see my friend jamie

jack: and you had to do this in the midst of this drama

jack: you and luke need to figure this shit out cuz i’m tired of you hurting each other

jack: shit pisses me off

abigail: okay i admit i knew it would make him mad but he fucking screamed at me and hasn’t spoken to me since his tantrum

jack: he will he just needs time to cool down

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coolprettyleo · 1 month

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summer's day was starting off horrible.

first she missed her alarm and slept through her pilates class, so to make up for it she went on a run, where she tripped and fell, and then to top it all off she got a call from her councilor who advised her to take french, if she was going to go through with her studying abroad trip to france. meaning she had to drop one of her classes and replace it.

it just wasn't summers day and she was quick to see that.

she quickly went home and registered for the class to see it started in twenty minutes. the class was about a thirty minute walk from her apartment.

great.

she quickly freshened up and got her bag and dashed to class, trying to remember the fact that it was all going to be worth it when she met a rich man in France and they rode off into the sunset.

bitch u wish.

___

she walked through the doors of the building already running ten minutes late. she looked through the window of the class to see that there was no other than twenty five people in the class.

she opened the door and all eyes were immediately on her.

"and you are" a woman said, obviously displeased with the fact summer had interrupted her.

"rachel summers. I just registered like twenty minutes ago, so I don't know if it's in the system yet" she said when she saw the professor look confused.

"well. you can take a seat over there" she pointed to a seat that was next too-- no there than gabe perreault.

this day can't get any worse

she kept a straight face as she put her things down and listened to the professors lecture on their assignment.

"didn't know you were into french, rache'" gabe started.

summer ignored him not looking to make her day any worse and start the immature banter they seemed to always do.

"your ignoring me now? I guess praying really does work"

keep ignoring him

"is there something you two would like to share?" the professor called them out.

gabe stifled a laugh as summer turned red.

"no-- ma'm. i'm sorry" she got out as the professor hummed and kept on talking.

"so, as i was saying; whoever is to your left of you will be your partner for this assignment. exchange socials or emails or whatever and go from there. you are dismissed after!"

gabe is too the left of me

the class got to talking as gabe took a overly obnoxious breath.

"I guess you can't ignore me forever then...darn it" he said smiling.

"let's just get the assignment over with. here's my number" she said as she wrote a note and handed it to him.

"geez rachel. talk sweet to me at least, if your gonna give me your number-"

"don't" she said annoyed.

"don't what" he said faking innocence.

"just don't" she said as she packed up her things and he held his hands up.

"do you even know any french?" he asked standing up as well.

"no. but your not one to talk, I doubt you know any either"

"I beg to differ actually" he argued

"'bon appetite' does not count" she said sarcastically laughing at her own tease.

"I'm fluent, Rachel" he said seriously.

"yeah and im Canadian!"

"im canadien french. born in Quebec"

summer stayed quite for a moment seeing as she didn't know what to say to that

"new gabe lore? oh thank you so much" she said overly dramatic.

"ha ha." he said as he opened the door for her to walk out.

"are you going to the darty later" he asked. he would never say it out loud but he liked when summer would attend things.

it's not because I want her there though

gabe told himself.

"aww. missing me already?"

"is... rachel summers... flirting with me?"

"trust me, thats not me flirting" she said getting red once again.

"oh yeah" gabe said eyeing her. nodding his head as he held his chin up. obviously trying to look hot and he was one hundred percent succeeding.

"stop! doing that" summer told him.

"doing what"

"bye. I have to go" she said parting ways from him before she said something embarrassing.

"I'll see you later?" he yelled as she sped walk away.

"we'll see" she rolled her eyes smiling. feeling something she hadn't felt in a while.

you cant feel that way about him summer. I'm pretty sure he hates you.

she told herself, but oh how wrong she was.

meanwhile, gabe went home thinking about the blonde girl. the girl giving him a feeling he's never felt before. a feeling that gabe could feel forever and ever.

#nhl imagines #nhl imagine #hockey fic #gabe perreault #bc hockey #gabe perreault x reader #gabe x summer #will smith hockey #ryan leonard

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ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀꜱ || ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ||

Author's note: Sick on Xmas, but hope y'all out there celebrating and staying safe <3 have been incredibly busy lately my calendar has been BOOKED so im super super sorry for not getting back to anyone regarding tumblr; just havent had the time lately;;; in happier news, im travelling tomorrow! (haha still sick.)

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Sunday | 11.30 AM |

“The birds are chirping, the trees are tree-ing, dogs are barking, and my brain is farting.”

“That was so poetic.” Michael nods, clapping slowly as he moves away from the streetlight he’d been leaning on while waiting for you to arrive. You had texted the group chat the night before, asking if anyone wanted to grab lunch before meeting up with the rest for bowling.

“Is Nicole coming?” He asks, pulling out his phone to check.

“She’s probably still sleeping.” You shrug, tugging off the thin lavender cardigan you’d put on before leaving the house. You sense Michael’s raised brow, looking up to see his incredulous stare at your outfit.

“Dude, it’s like, hot.”

“It’s for the fit,” You defend yourself, adjusting your jeans and tank top.

“Some fit,” He snorts. He doesn’t even get a moment to defend himself before you sock him in the arm. He winces, rolling his shoulder back and massaging his arm with a grin. “Seriously though, it’s like sweltering out here. I don’t know how you’re going to survive bowling.”

“Watch your words, you’ll just end up being left in the dust anyway.” You cross your arms smugly, holding out the cardigan. He instinctively takes it from you, helping carry it in his arms while you check for lip balm in your bag. Luckily, you grabbed it just before you left the bedroom, stuffing it into the depths of the unknown black hole that is your purse.

“In those jeans?” He scoffs in retaliation.

You pause in the middle of the sidewalk, glancing down at your jeans in case there was any stain you had missed in the wash. “What’s wrong with my jeans?” “...Everything.”

Michael laughs when you move to pummel his stupid face, shielding himself until your punches subside. “Are you excited to meet Miles?” He asks, running a hand through his hair and checking his reflection in the passing shop windows.

“W-why would I be excited to meet him?” You ask, stammering only slightly and disguising it as a cough. The reminder only serves to make you more aware of the growing pit that begins to form in your stomach. Suddenly you aren’t so hungry anymore. “I mean, it’s great to meet him and all. Maybe we’ll be best friends, who knows? No one can resist my charms.” As if to prove your point, you flash a bright smile at Michael who hums absentmindedly. “Right, because that’s exactly how we became friends.”

“Yeah! Remember when you walked down the hallway and tripped over my foot, then I helped you up?”

“Uh, wrong. I tripped over Nicole’s foot and you stood there while she laughed.” Michael corrects with a shake of his head. “The audacity to claim to be a saint.”

“I was shy and it was my first day!”

“I saw that smirk on your face, pinto. And it’d already been a week since you transferred to our school at the time. I knew it was a bad idea for Nicole to be your buddy. See, if we were paired up on the other hand, we could’ve gone and gotten some gazpacho.” He nudges your shoulder with raised brows, smiling suggestively.

“You’re disgusting,” You laugh in response, shoving him away as he grins. The day had gone just as Michael described, but it was mainly because of how funny Michael’s face had looked when he processed the large white stain on the side of his shirt when he stood back up and dusted himself off. The dismay soon faded once he processed your presence, offering a friendly smile and fist bump before proceeding to flirt shamelessly with Nicole.

Their dynamic confused you at first, but you soon came to the realisation that they were in fact, crushing heavily on each other. Nicole would never admit it though, but she definitely treated Michael differently from other people. The moments were rare, but on occasions when you did witness it, they were sickeningly sweet and oblivious to the point you wanted to puke (politely, of course).

“Is Nicole already there?”

Speak of the devil. You pull out your phone, subtly glancing at Michael’s slightly eager expression as he waits. “I think so. She read my message two hours ago, so I think she’ll be reaching earlier than us.”

“She was up at ten? Is she sick or something?” He frowns, trying to hide his worry. However, the way he cups his chin and scrolls through his phone for homemade remedies suggest otherwise.

He really isn’t subtle at all.

“Yeah, I think she mentioned needing lozenges the other day.” Simply pushing them together isn’t enough. You need something solid, something more concrete to gently nudge them. “Didn’t you mention a brand you liked the other day for lozenges when you were sick with that flu?”

“I did?” He pauses. “I did! I’ll be right back.” He calls out, entering the convenience store right next to you. Hiding a chuckle, you choose to lean against a wall, pulling out your phone to check for notifications.

aCT on it AcT on it [ 11.45 AM ]: a little birdy told mike that ur sick

Mother is mothering [ 11.45 AM ]: what did u do and why

aCT on it AcT on it [ 11.45 AM ]: he asked, i replied. He has the problem, i have the solution.

Mother is mothering [ 11.45 AM ]: this is the opposite of hlpeful. Why r u doing this

Mother is mothering [ 11.45 AM ]: helpful*

aCT on it AcT on it [ 11.45 AM ]: r u at pepercino’s?

Mother is mothering [ 11.45 AM ]: yea why

Mother is mothering [ 11.45 AM ]: u didn answer my question

aCT on it AcT on it [ 11.46 AM ]: see u there babes <3

You ignore the next few notifications, shoving your phone back into your pocket with a satisfied grin. Michael exits the shop just as you do, holding a small red plastic bag. You lean over as he opens it to show you what he bought, raising a brow at the bottle of honey lemon tea inside along with two boxes of lozenges.

“Hm.”

“What? Why? Do you think I got a flavour she didn't like? I knew the grape one was better.” He mutters, only for his entire body to stiffen when he remembers that you’re there. “I mean, it’d just be a waste of my money if she doesn’t take it,” He rolls his eyes with a scowl.

“Right,” You nod your head, playing along with his little charade. “Wouldn’t want your money to go to waste.”

You spot the sign for Pepercino’s up ahead, grabbing the cardigan back from Michael and wearing it over your tank top once again. He doesn’t question it, already knowing your intentions. Upon entering the restaurant, the air conditioning’s cool relief hits you with full force as if someone rammed a truck against you.

You loved it.

Bounding over to a tired Nicole slumped against the window in the booth seat, you slide in right next to her with a bright grin. “Like the fit?”

She blinks, registering you and Michael’s presence, the latter arriving at the table and sitting down opposite the both of you. She scans your outfit, nodding in approval. “The lavender was a nice touch,” She admits.

You laugh delightedly, leaning your head on her shoulder. Surprisingly enough, she allows you to do so without complaint. “Here.” You glance up at Michael who places the red plastic bag from earlier in front of Nicole, whose eyes widen slightly at the sudden gift. She opens it and pulls out the bottle of honey lemon tea, a grateful smile ghosting across her lips.

“Don’t waste my money. I could’ve used it to take another girl out.”

Moment? Ruined.

“Whatever,” Nicole scoffs, her gaze hardening as she opens it with brute strength, chugging it down and slamming it back onto the tabletop. You automatically move away from her shoulder, shaking your head at Michael’s baffled expression.

“I already ordered for us,” She informs you, proceeding to ignore Michael’s presence.

“Pancakes?”

“With bacon on top.” She nods. The server arrives just as she finishes her sentence, placing three hot plates down on the table and giving Michael a fist bump which he slowly returns, his gaze still trained on Nicole. “Here.” She shoves Michael’s plate toward him, and he snaps out of his thoughts before beginning to shovel the scrambled eggs into his mouth at the speed of light.

You and Nicole both dig into your own plates, and you hum happily at the soft, yet fluffy and perfectly cooked pancakes drenched in maple syrup and whipped cream. A single bite has you reeling in pleasure from the mildly sweet tinge of strawberries cutting through the richness of everything else. The whipped cream melts on your tongue as if you just bit into the softest cloud.

There’s only one word to describe this: Euphoria.

You blink, looking down at your empty plate, fork and knife poised and ready for more. Michael had already placed some of his scrambled eggs and toast on Nicole’s plate in exchange for some of her pancakes, taking the last bite with a satisfied smile.

She pops a lozenge into her mouth, glancing briefly at the flavour before sticking out her tongue. “Lime?”

“The superior lozenge flavour of them all.” You nod, taking one for yourself before handing the server twenty five dollars. He takes it with a smile, waving goodbye to all three of you as you exit. “I think it’s about a ten minute walk from here.” You pull out your phone to check, Michael absentmindedly taking the cardigan you hand to him once more.

“This way.” Nicole instructs, navigating through the streets without worry. A short while later, you stop in front of a tall building, relishing the moment of shade it provides, shielding you all from the sun.

Right. This is it.

You take a deep breath, straightening your top and posture, adjusting your jeans and subtly checking your reflection.

“You coming or what?” Michael calls out, raising a brow at your strange behaviour. Nicole is already inside, talking with the receptionist. You plaster a smile on your face, trying to push aside the sudden nerves that have your palms clammy with sweat.

“Coming!” You reply cheerfully, though you're feeling anything but. This is the moment you finally meet the elusive Miles Morales. Not as Ray Paynt, not as his kidnapper, but as you.

You, your raw, unfiltered self. You with your trusty sketchbook that doubled as a weapon in times of need. You, with the very contract that basically had freaking spiderman bound to you stored safely in the locked drawer of your bedside table.

Everything will be fine, you reassure yourself, though your smile is uneasy as you grab the bowling shoes Nicole hands to you. You can’t help the way your gaze darts around as if being chased, trying to spot him before he has the chance to find you.

“Yo,” Michael greets a group of people clustered together, and you grin when one of them holds up his fist for a fist bump. You tap it lightly with your palm, grinning at them.

“Glad you could make it,” Ally says happily, taking your bag and placing it on the bench. She holds out her arms, the many bangles dangling on it making a little jingling sound as she waits for a hug. You wrap your arms around her briefly, pulling away with a hug smile.

“You kidding? I wouldn't miss this for the world.” You reply enthusiastically, noticing a stray fleck of dust on her cheek and using your thumb to gently wipe it away before looking around to see who else had arrived.

“I wonder why.” Michael says sarcastically, narrowly making his escape by darting away to the snack counter with Jeremy who snickers under his breath, giving him a fist bump.

“Where’s Morales?” You overhear Nicole asking, pulling out your phone to check the time. “He’s late. He better be coming, or I’m gonna drag his ass here.”

“You called?”

Oh. Oh no. Not now. Hide. You need to hide.

“Hey guys,” Miles says, giving an ecstatic Ally and nonchalant Geoff a quick hug each and pretending to block Nicole’s punches with a playful grin. “What’s good…?” His smile fades once his eyes land on you, his words trailing off.

“Right! Miles, meet our little pinto.” Michael introduces you cheerfully, Nicole murmuring your real name into his ear. “She transferred into our school a while back. Fair warning though, she’s more capable than she looks.” He laughs, oblivious to the way Miles’s shoulders tense, fingers curling into a fist as they rest at his sides.

“Yeah, I know.” Miles mutters under his breath.

“Bless up,” You greet weakly with a small smile, your high five going unreciprocated. You awkwardly lift your other hand up, high-fiving yourself instead as the group stares at the both of you. You slowly lower yourself down into your seat, clearing your throat and pretending to not notice how very, very tense the atmosphere had suddenly become.

Good save, you mentally compliment yourself on the sheer nonchalance of the action.

“Have you met before, or…?” Ally glances between you both with a clueless smile.

“Uh, well-” Miles spots the subtle shake of your head, “No. This is our first time meeting actually. Nice to meet you.” He draws out your name, the angry glint in his eyes enough to make you look away.

You never knew bowling alley lights could feel so much like one of those police interrogation rooms you’d only ever seen on TV. But hey, that’s what you get for manipulating the city’s superhero, you suppose.

Okay, so maybe the entire situation is your fault indeed. That much you can admit.

You look back at him when he scoffs out a sigh of disbelief, sitting down opposite you as the surprise in his eyes shifts to betrayal. You avoid looking him in the eyes, focusing on anything and everything around him instead. You’re pretty sure he’d love to sit anywhere but here, but it’s the only seat available.

Pressing your lips together, you risk a glance and immediately regret it. He’s already looking at you, arms crossed and the corners of his lips hinting at a frown. You gulp, pulling out your phone.

abuelita [ 01.30 PM ]: hi :) ?

His phone chimes with a text and you lift your head. He checks the notification, raising a brow and glancing momentarily at you.

You gesture to his phone with a sheepish smile. “You gonna get that, or…?”

bug [ 01.31 PM ]: what

You wince at the hidden bite in his text.

abuelita [ 01.31 PM ]: i was gonna tell u, i swear

abuelita [ 01.31 PM ]: i just didnt kno when…?

bug [ 01.31 PM ]: who even is ray paynt then

abuelita [ 01.31 PM ]: repeat that to urself 3x

He quickly mutters the fake name you gave him under his breath, eyes widening in realisation once it hits him.

“Spray paint.”

“Don’t you already have some?” Michael asks, suddenly making an appearance and choosing to sit next to Miles with a grin. “If you need some, I know a guy.”

“I don’t need spray paint. I need answers,” He mumbles the last part, Michael shrugging and grabbing one of the bowling balls. “Do what you gotta do, dude. But know that you are going down today.”

He chuckles slightly at that, his jaw tense and shoulders stiff. You allow your gaze to trail over him, observing every nook and cranny that the shadows of his face settle in, the lighting of the bowling alley casting a light neon that reflects in his eyes.

Your fingers itch for your pencil and sketchbook.

You flinch when he turns back to face you, locking eyes. Your first instinct is of course, to smile.

Besides, only a lunatic would get angry at someone smiling at them.

The lunatic sitting across from you suddenly stands up, moving over to grab your wrist and tug you up as well. You stumble, balancing yourself and about to question him when the look in his eyes makes you fall silent.

“Where’re you guys going?” Geoff calls out, and you glance up at Miles who makes no move to turn around.

“It’s nothing, we’re just gonna get some nachos!” You call out with a nervous chuckle, Geoff nodding in approval at the prospect of his beloved snack and oblivious to the fact that you’re being dragged away.

He finally stops at the snack counter, queuing up for the aforementioned nachos. He drops your hand and turns around with the most anger you’d seen in his eyes. There was also wariness, but it’s overshadowed by the tight-lipped smile on his face.

“Okay, what’s your angle?”

“What angle?” You purse your lips into a frown, trying to make sense of what he’s saying.

“Your angle! Everyone has an angle. Look, when you made me sign the contract I already knew this isn’t gonna end well. I thought I could’ve persuaded you to rip it up or something, but you keep somehow venturing away. I take my eyes off of you for one minute and bam! You’re gone!” Miles rants, running his hand through his hair in irritation and sheer frustration.

What happened next is definitely not your fault. Not even in the slightest.

“Are you saying you’ve been following me, Morales?” You gasp, holding your hands up to your mouth as your eyes widen in playful shock. The words and actions were instinctive, and happened faster than your brain could process.

There’s no choice now. You have to follow through.

“Do you have a crush on me or something? I mean, I’m flattered, but damn, at least ask me out first,” You laugh, patting a very, very stunned Miles. His lips are parted but no words escape, wide eyes trying to comprehend the utter ridiculousness of your very sentence.

“What would you like to order?” You glance at the chirpy cashier who waits patiently, then back at the boy who’s still clearly in shock. You take one look at the menu on the counter, making a quick decision when you realise you’re the next ones to order.

“Nachos and some popcorn chicken please.”

“Would you like the nachos with or without beans-?”

“I do NOT have a crush on you.” Seemingly recovered from his earlier dumbfoundedness, Miles hisses the last part of his sentence with some venom, hands curled into fists as he shakes his head, trying to gain some semblance of calm.

‘With beans’, you mouth at the cashier who’s watching this exchange with an awkward smile. She nods, moving to prepare your order even though there’s already staff behind allocated to making the food. You didn’t blame her for waiting to move away from this, wishing desperately that she’d take you with her.

Unfortunately, luck isn’t on your side today it seems.

“Dang, that’s too bad. I was gonna turn you down nicely too.”

“Is this a joke to you?” Miles crosses his arms. Now that you have the chance to observe him up close without his mask, it’s intriguing to see how much of an open book he truly is. His tone is laced with disbelief, and is that a twinge of hurt at the end you hear?

A hint of distress flits across his features, disappearing as quickly as it came. The corner of his lips is twisted downwards, his brows furrowing as he waits for an answer.

“I’m not trying to joke. I’m sorry,” You sigh, letting your arms fall to your sides in defeat, “I just thought that like- I just kinda- Look,” You wring your head in your hands for a brief second, trying to formulate the right words to say. “I’m sorry I lied to you about my name, okay? I didn’t even know I’d ever meet you as myself. Not in this situation, anyway.” You add the last part, gesturing to the bowling area where the rest of your friends are.

He takes a moment to contemplate your words, and you notice the cashier’s not-so-subtle gaze from afar, not wanting to be a part of whatever the conversation is, but still curious nonetheless.

“I’m sorry I lied to you.” You repeat once more, taking out your wallet in preparation for the nachos that are slowly making their way over in the hands of the reliable cashier. Miles stays silent, chewing on his bottom lip in thought as to whether or not he should even accept your apology. You hope he would, seeing that it’s not half-assed after all.

“That’ll be 8.50.” You pull out a ten-dollar bill, handing it to the cashier who places the plate of nachos down on the counter. She’s about to ring it up and hand you back the change, when Miles takes two packets of M&Ms, glancing briefly at you as he mutters, “She’s paying.”

You happily nod, spotting his slightly more relaxed shoulders, though there’s still some tension in his jaw. “Does this mean we’re good?” You ask, the both of you walking back to the group.

He pops a few M&Ms into his mouth, taking his time to chew before side-eyeing you. “You better increase my pay, and I want a full explanation next time.”

“Of course,” You breathe, relieved that he’s not as angry as you thought he’d be. Sure, the fragile bond that you’d gradually developed with him is definitely back in it’s starting stages now, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t become civil again.

Cheered up by the thought, you hand the nachos to Geoff who immediately starts inhaling them piece by piece, Tiff smacking his arm and scolding him to make sure there’s enough for everyone.

Taking a seat next to Nicole, you lean your head on her shoulder. “You good?”

“Yeah,” You nod, your eyes following one specific person who’s interacting with everyone else. “I hope so.”

It’s silent for a while between you both, before Nicole realises who you’re looking at and snorts.

“Y’know, you didn’t hear it from me, but he has cooties.”

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Mother is mothering [ 09:45 PM ]: sent a file [selfie1.jpg]

Mother is mothering [ 09:45 PM ]: sent a file [selfie2.jpg]

Mother is mothering [ 09:45 PM ]: sent a file [selfie3.jpg]

aCT on it AcT on it [ 09:46 PM ]: god ur naming skills have gotten so much worse

Mother is mothering [ 09:46 PM ]: u literally named your vacuum ‘roundy’

aCT on it AcT on it [ 09:46 PM ]: touche.

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abuelita [ 09:55 PM ]: sooooo u good? U free next week?

abuelita [ 09:55 PM ]: was thinking of going to the bowling alley again i kinda like the lighting

bug [ 10:00 PM ]: we just went thr today?

abuelita [ 09:55 PM ]: yes but like lighting and i didn have my sketchbook with me :(

bug [ 10:00 PM ]: idk hv to c

abuelita [ 10:02 PM ]: betbetbet, sweet dreams

abuelita [ 10:02 PM ]: try not to follow me tmr if u can help it :)

bug [ 10:05 PM ]: ok

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@oh-kurva @queerponcho @sleepingnova @1theestallionyas @horologiumwise @ken-zah @sockgoblin @itstooearly-its3am @anuncalledbridge @ditto737 @sophipet @mirophobic @dilucpegg3r @urmotherswhor3 @arraxthatsonjah @ameliabs-world @superiorbyfar @swaqlover @janyiahsucks-blog @choco-malk-blog @akemiixx01 @a-cult-leader @berryunderscore @scarletrosesposts @stargirlhayven @bellstwd @edgyficuselastica @psyche404 @sukisprettyface @brunnetteiwik @axeoverblade @amo-a-los-postres

#spiderman: into the spiderverse #Into The Spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x you #into the spiderverse x reader #spiderman: into the spiderverse x reader

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melancholyshadow · 11 months

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Reprimand

pairing: john price x female!reader

word count: around 1.4k

content warnings: kinda mean!price in the beginning, spanking, overstimulation possibly, no actual sex but definitely smut. MDNI

an: more cod stuff! woohoo! this is my first time writing something like this so bear with me. its not a full blown fic, just s little something. i got inspired by a tiktok i saw, but i can’t find it now. im still working on some request from about a month ago, but if you see this and want to send some more, feel free!

There were three tell-all signs that the Captain had which let you know when you had fucked up, and he was displaying them all for you right now.

One, he sat back slowly in his large office chair, causing a slight squeaking noise. The chair was physically taller and broader than him, but in that moment he made it look puny, meant for a child.

Two, an elbow propped up on the arms of the chair, stroking the length of his mustache. While he appeared to be in deep thought about all the forms of punishment he could put you through.

Three, using his other hand, he rhythmically tapped the solid, oak desk with his fingertips, clearly trying to calculate exactly what he needed to say next. He was a man of few words, but when he did speak, everyone listened.

All that cockiness, stemming from a successful mission, that resided in your body, exorcized itself almost immediately. You had been on this side of Price a time or two before. What exactly had you done? You couldn’t say, on this last mission, you were quite reckless. A usual occurrence, even putting Soap to shame. It could have been leaving your post early, after it was made very clear not to. Or it could have been the jokes you made over the communication systems. You were never one to take things very seriously. Well, that was the case for everything, except for this.

“Captain, I–” You tried to speak, defend your actions, but he stopped you, holding his palm out towards you. “I think you’ve done enough talking.” He barked, his accent sounding rougher than normal. You knew how this was going to end, the same way it always did. You just wished he would get on with it, because the anticipation was killing you, and you could feel the mix of dread and excitement building in the pit of your stomach.

Price and you had a thing, an indescribable thing, but it was definitely a thing. Finally, after a long, thick silence, he beckoned you forward with his index finger. Your legs felt like they could crumble at any moment as you walked towards him, rounding the side of the desk, and coming to stand next to him. Twisting in the chair, he faced you, one hand still messing with his mustache.

“Be a good girl and bend over the desk.” It was like your body was entranced, buckling forward at the hips, chest coming to rest against the hard surface of his desk. The oak was cold against your exposed arms, which were bent at the elbow and palms flat. Exactly how he liked you. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear his movements as he stood up from his seat, the wheels of his chair scratching against the wooden floor as it rolled backwards a few feet.

The heavy footfall of his boots were deafening in the otherwise silent office as he paced behind you somewhere. “How many times are we going to have to do this, Sergeant?” He asks rhetorically, he knows you’ll never learn. “Never again, sir.” But your promise falls of deaf ears. “Ah, we know that’s not true. He chuckles. He wasn’t wrong, but you would never admit that to him. “We both know you like this a little too much.” Your body spoke louder than any words possibly could, and he was a great listener.

Still unable to see the Captain, you heard his pacing cease, coming to stand directly behind you. You could practically feel the heat radiating off his body. He was close, but not close enough to actually be touching you. One of his boots kicked the insides of your feet, instructing you to widen your stance, which you did. His index fingers loop around the waistband of your thermals, shoving them down your legs with no warning. Your panties going with them.

You tense under the sudden decrease in temperature, cool air traveling between your legs and to the apex of your thighs. Your fists ball up beside you, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to suppress any of the noises threatening to pass your lips. “You were certainly more chatty earlier, sweetheart. What happened?” He mocked.

“Sir, I–” Was all you could muster out, before one hand came down to graze the newly exposed skin, causing you to let out a small gasp. Another laugh passes his lips from behind you, his thumb rubbing over the soft skin. You were putty in his hands, and he had barely even touched you yet.

Leaning over you, he placed his mouth right beside your ear. “Good girls get rewarded…” He whispers, his long, slender fingers crawling closer to your cunt, the pad of his index finger makes contact with your cunt. He presses forward, between your soaked folds, until he’s satisfied by the amount of slick he’s collected on the tip of his finger. And just as you think he’s about to push one of his fingers inside you, he speaks again, “...bad girls get punished.”

That’s when he pulls away from you, voiding you of any contact. A strangled groan falls past your lips, “I-I’m sorry for misb-behaving, s-sir.” You apologize profusely. “I-It won't happen again.” You echo your promise from earlier, but Price still doesn’t buy it. He knows you’re just saying that to get your way, but he wasn’t budging that easily. “You know the drill, sweetheart…” He said, completely ignoring your pleas.

“Count.” That’s when you felt the first smack come down on your ass, the left cheek. The sound echoes off the walls, your body jolting further against the desk. The handles of the drawers digging into the fronts of your thighs. “One!” You squeak out, eyes screwed shut, the pain simmered on your back side. It was a pleasurable feeling, it was like adding oxygen to the fire inside you.

That was until his large hand came down again, across the same cheek. There was a trend that each swat got harder and harder as time went on. “Two!” You called out, hands reaching out to grip the front of the desk for support. “You sure do know how to take direction now.” He quipped. “Price, I promise I-“ Another smack, harder this time. “Three!” The Captain was very particular about the use of honorifics in this type of situation. He definitely enjoyed the power dynamic between the two of you, and used it to his advantage.

An annoyed wail instinctually leaves your mouth. “Where are your manners, sweetheart?” He scolded. “Sir, sorry, I just wanted to sa-“ Another swat. Between the momentum and his calloused hand, the stinging sensation grew quickly. After the fourth slap, his fingertips dig into the reddened skin, which was beginning to swell from the mishandling. He kneads the flesh, causing you to suck in a quick breath. “C’mon, Sergeant, you’re doing so well.” He praised you, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head. “F-Four…” You whimpered.

This continued well into the double digits. Each one getting more difficult to count out loud, but with each smack he seemed to get more lenient with you. From experience he knew, anything after fifteen was hit or miss. You had started seeing stars at around eleven. “Eightee-en.” You weren't sure when the tears had started, but they stained your cheeks. You could taste the saltiness on your lips.

Luckily Price knew your body well enough to know when you were at your tipping point, and he could tell you were nearly there. “You’re being such a good girl, you can make it to twenty, yeah?” You contemplated for a moment, the burning sensation on your ass was intense, you knew there would surely be bruises and sitting would already be a challenge. “Y-Yes, s-sir.” You mewled. “Atta girl.” He cooed.

Another slap. “Nineteen.” You said through gritted teeth, you were sure your knuckles were white because of how hard you were gripping the desk to steady yourself.. Your legs had started to go numb, they were overcome with that familiar buzzing sensation. Your brain was foggy, you weren’t even sure how you were keeping track of the number you were at, you were just spouting out numbers and hoping for the best. “So good.” The Captain reiterated, “Last one.”

Smack.

“Twenty!” You sobbed out. “Alright, you’re all done.” He murmured, “Stand up.” He ordered softly. It took a few moments for your brain to register his words, but once they did, you used your hands to push off the desk. As all your weight distributed back onto your legs, that's when they crumbled, luckily Price was there to catch you.

“It’s alright, I gotcha, love.”

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aayakashii · 11 days

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I'm going through the Sinostra chapter right now and I can't stop making theories omg there might be spoilers below so be careful, although I'm just enumerating my questions tbh lol

According to one of Taiga's home screen dialogs, there might be some sort of time loop happening which he's KINDA aware of? Or maybe just aware when triggered somehow.

He said "long time no see! You decide to ditch this future too? Sorry I'm not dead yet" which is INCREDIBLY ooc as to how he behaves during the story which leads me to

His extreme memory loss, which apparently lasts less than 24 hours. Why is that? Did he go through so many time loops that it started affecting his memory? There was one small moment in which he remembered Ritsu because he saw the MC face though...

The Clash. What the fuck was it

What's Taiga relationship to Haru? Haru sounds eerily nonchalant regarding Taiga even though the man keeps on threatening Peekaboo. And aftewards, Rui briefly mentions that Taiga has a "destroying what others hold dear" schtick, which leads me to believe that Taiga is seeking revenge for losing something important maybe???? Is the fanfic brainrot too big rn

WHY DOES HE HATE LIKE DOVES??????? I dont wanna go full romantic mode, but is he just resentful of seeing a bird that is the physical representation of someone else's feelings or something......

The spy. Honestly no idea. There's some theories floating around that Haku is the spy, but I would rather see him during the Hotarubi episode before jumping to conclusions, but it's understandable how people might think that I guess...? He IS very nice and helpful and randomly finding the MC fleeing by train was way too much of a coincidence... he does seem to always tie the MC to Darkwick somehow, firstly by KIDNAPPING her and then by talking her into staying. If the MC is the trigger to a bigger event, then one could see that as suspicious. But I would like a bit more evidence first lol

Back to Taiga, why is he. Like why

Okay no but seriously. If we take the timeloop thing seriously + Haku being a spy, here's the theory:

Taiga knows the MC is the trigger for an awful event and tried killing them back in the Prologue in order to cut the problem on its roots. Haku, if we consider him as the spy, WANTS the event to happen (considering he could also be aware of the loop), which is why he saved us and took us to Darkwick, therefore letting it all play out once again.

If Haku isn't the spy, then we would have to chalk it up as Taiga knowing and trying to kill us, but destiny (???) being a bitch, therefore putting Haku there as a pawn to make things play out again

Maybe the spy can control other ghouls? Who know tbh

Finally, what is going on during the first scene we see in the game? Darkwick on fire and the first character we choose jumping off of the building? I wonder what would happen if we choose Taiga as our first card....... maybe I should create a sub acc

Anyway if anyone has more questions/theories PLEASE SEND THEM MY WAY IM OBSESSED WITH THIS GAME I NEED TO THINK ABT IT

There is also a good theory on reddit made by u/imonlybr16 that states this:

"Before the prologue, when you open the game for the first time, you're greeted with the opening scene involving MC running through the halls of a ruined Darkwick. The question is asked "When the world is collapsing around you, whose hand will you take?"

There you're taken to your character choice screen. The guy you choose is later shown on the railing of a balcony, about to jump off.

Now I think I have a very far fetched and vague idea as to what is going on.

In chapter 2, we learn that the person that Alan killed was Dante or at least he thought he did. But we meet Dante and he's very much alive.

This comes theory number one.

***You can't actually die on campus.***

Note the use of actually here. You can 100% still die, you just end up coming back to life.

If Rui is your home screen he talks about accidentally killing someone else in his dorm and being annoyed with having to lift them back to Obscuary. This struck me as a particularly odd dialogue because Rui's curse causes people to die.

Unless, you can't die on campus.

This would explain Dante pretty much instantly. Yes Alan killed him but yes he's alive.

The campus itself is an anomaly, stopping people from dying doesn't sound too far fetched. I expect this to be revealed with the other two members of Obscuary, as that dorm seems to have a connection to death. One of the things that always pops up is that ghouls aren't immortal, no matter how quickly they heal.

Also explains how Calamari didn't die in chapter 3. Ren ran from the dorm > the caves > the jetty and Calamari was already pretty dehydrated in the beginning.

But OP you might say, aren't all the guys talking like they believe they're going to die.

Luckily, that brings us to vauge and far fetched theory number two.

***The campus is on fire due to a rebellion***

In the very last chapter of the prologue we get to see Kaito's wickhive. There we see three pretty interesting threads.

. There's gonna be an uprising soon

. One of you is a demon

. There's a guy who could see the future

Kaito is surprised at something he sees in this scene but we don't learn what it is. This chapter's 'preview' is one of the scenes we see in the very beginning. Blood and a Lily.

I believe that the first thread is foreshadowing and will . After you meet your chosen guy standing on the railing you get a line of dialogue (or not if you picked Towa) that changes depending on who you picked. Some imply that what they're doing is going to save you(Jiro, Zenji and Sho), some apologize stating that they could protect what they cared about until the very end (Luca,Kaito,Haru and Yuri) but three characters caught my attention

Leo: Life sucks and then you die,right? I just want to make the assholes responsible regret it.

Ren: This is exactly why I didn't to do this! I knew this was how it was going to end.

Subaru: This is all my fault. I don't expect you to forgive me, but this is the least I can do. Please take this as my final act of good faith.

Especially Subaru's and Ren's, that seemingly imply either the MC's (Ren's) or their (Subaru) involvement in the current situation. Now what does this has to do with a potential uprising?

One of the things we learn from the very beginning is the inter-politics of the houses and by extension the ghouls. Especially after the fallout of the clash. Things are pretty tense and an uprising or rebellion seems to be the most likely thing.

As to what happened and why? I have no clue. Though one thing to note is that according to the prophecy, as long as the ghouls are in Darkwick, they prevent a disaster from coming. If Darkwick is destroyed however, the prophecy can't be fulfilled, or can it?"

This is such a good theory too, I really think u/imonlybr16 has probably gotten a lot of things right.

Although it's weird that death is such a big threat to us specifically, but maybe the Academy can't prevent death by curses, much like the Mesmer Matches dont work on someone who's cursed. Hhmm...

#tokyo debunker #haru sagara #taiga hoshibami #rui mizuki #haku kusanagi #sinostra #hotarubi #Jabberwock

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hyunribbon · 10 months

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texts and kisses- felix x reader

includes- some jeongin x reader, jealous lix, make up kisses

genre- oneshot, friends to lovers, slight angst, fluff

warnings- none except slight cussing

a/n- this is my first fic on tumblr, so I hope you enjoy! ♡

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You sat infront of Felix, your best friend of two and a half years, crossing your legs and putting on your best poker face. It was Saturday and you were on the floor of Felix’s living room for game night. A few weeks ago, you told him about your minor crush on Jeongin, a boy you met through one of your other friends, Han. Once you took a break from playing Jenga is when you decided to tell him what had happened yesterday.

“Felix.”

His eyebrows raised, slightly surprised at the use of his first name since you always called him “Lixie”. “Why are you looking at me so seriously?” he lightly chuckled.

You raised an eyebrow, “because this is serious.”

He rolled his eyes and rested his chin on his palm, “okay, what is it then?”

Your mouth suddenly broke into a giddy smile, “okay, so.. as you know, Jeongin and I have been talking for about a month. Well, he finally asked me out yesterday and I said yes.”

As you watched Felix’s face, waiting for a reaction, you noticed that his mouth turned into a slight frown, but not enough for you to make a comment. The truth was, he felt like his heart just got ripped out of his chest.

“Oh, when you told me that you liked him I thought it was just a little crush. I didn’t know you would actually, like, date him.”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised from his unexpected reaction. You thought he would throw his hand across his mouth and you would excitedly gossip for the rest of the night.

“Well, I like him a lot. don’t you think this is great?”

He shook his head a few times once he understood the impression you were getting. “No no, yeah, of course! I’m so happy for you.” His tone almost seemed ungenuine. You nodded swiftly in response and Felix opened his arms, joining you for a hug.

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Jeongin’s hand lightly brushed against yours, which caused your cheeks to turn a rosy pink. You were walking down the street to a small cafe he had recommended, he also mentioned something about the fact that his friend, Hyunjin, owned the place.

Your thoughts were interrupted once you felt Jeongin’s fingers link with yours. Your head rapidly moved so your eyes met his.

“Is that okay?” he asked cautiously.

You smiled, as if this was the happiest moment in your life.

“Yeah, it is.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

You got up from your seat and made your way to the door with Jeongin. You had been dating for a few weeks and made a habit to have mini coffee dates at Hyunjin’s cafe every Thursday.

“see you next Thursday, lovebirds!” Hyunjin hollered, waving from the counter.

You felt yourself cringe at the name but simply waved back and chuckled when you saw Jeongin flip him off in the corner of your eye. You walked out to the street, hand in hand, approaching his car. You made your way to the door of the passenger seat and crawled into the seat, closing the door behind you.

“I had a nice time, despite Hyunjin bugging us the whole time.” He giggled as he got into the driver’s seat.

You giggled in response. “Me too. Maybe we should sit at a table far from the counter next time.”

He nodded in response and you felt a subtle warmth creeping up your cheeks as he started to get lost in your eyes. He took your hand in his, stopping you as you tried to untuck your hair so he couldn’t see how red your face was. You felt a wave of confidence rush over you, as you leaned so that your lips would meet for your first kiss.

Moments later, he pulled away, awkwardly chuckling. He smiled warmly at you before he turned on the car engine to take you home. You pulled out your phone and opened snapchat, going straight to Felix.

☀️💛 Lixie💛☀️

LEE FELIX.

LIXIE

what do u want im in the middle of genshin

GUESS WHAT JUST HAPPENED FGDEVDF

LIXIE

wait arent u on a date with jeongin rn why r u texting me

FUCKING LISTEN TO ME FELIX

LIXIE

ok ok

I JUST KISSED JEONGIN AHHHHH

LIXIE

wait what

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

LIXIE

damn u had that much confidence?

STFU

also are we still on for game night tomorrow?

LIXIE

of course

okay, talk later!

Before you knew it, Jeongin was parked infront of your house. You shyly turned to him, “Thanks for taking me home.”

He pulled you in for a short hug. “No problem, I’ll text you later, okay?”

You nodded and pulled away, giving him a kiss on the cheek before stepping out of the car.

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Felix hasn’t showed much emotion regarding the fact that you were dating Jeongin, but every time you brought him up it was like he got punched in the chest. He kicked himself for not confessing his feelings for you sooner, before you had laid your eyes on someone.

Your traditional game nights every Friday have often been cancelled because you scheduled some dinner plans with your boyfriend. He wishes he was the one who took you out to dinner. Who holds your hand everytime he sees you, cuddles with you as you drift off to sleep, places gentle kisses on your soft lips. The same lips that he had a hard time taking his eyes off whenever your eyes slipped his gaze. Once you told him you kissed Jeongin, he tried his best to sound excited through text but knew it should have been him who kissed you in that car. It should have been him who placed his hand on the side of your face to pull you closer into the kiss.

Once he heard a knock at his door, he briskly got up from his sulking in bed and went to answer the door. His eyes met your face, remembering how gorgeous you were from the amount of days you haven’t spent time together, due to planning hangouts with Jeongin.

“Hi,” he said, an unfamiliar wave of shyness washing over him. He had never felt shy around you. Maybe it was caused by the days on end of him imagining you as his, which were now separated with reality right infront of him.

“Hey, Felix! It’s been a while.” You joined him for a hug, soaking up the feeling of being with him again.

He felt a sick feeling in his stomach as you addressed him by his first name again. Nonetheless, he tightly hugged you back, breathing in your scent and wishing he could wake up to the same scent every morning. Interrupting his never-ending thoughts, you pulled away and stepped into his house. He closed the door and followed you to the living room, sitting next to you on the couch.

“What game are you in the mood for?” you asked.

Felix blushed lightly, knowing that he bought Twister last night for this exact moment. Hoping that it would bring you close together and create some type of tension that would finally encourage him confess to you.

He cleared his throat, “Well, I bought Twister last night and I thought it would be fun to play it.”

You rose an eyebrow, knowing that this game could get interesting but didn’t think much of it. “Yeah, sure!”

Felix set up the game with you and after deciding who would go first, he spun the arrow and moved one of his legs to a yellow circle. You followed after him, moving one of your legs to a green circle directly infront of him. A few minutes later, the position you were in had your body right above the ground with both of your feet firmly next to eachother, while one of your arms was reaching behind to touch a circle. Felix spun the arrow and he felt his stomach do a few flips, as the instructions would end up with him hovering over you and his arm reaching behind you. He followed, slowly, trying to keep you from feeling uncomfortable.

You felt a familiar warmth rise in your cheeks, and your eyes wandered over Felix’s face in thought. Your face has never begun to heat up around him, and your stomach has certainly never been filled with butterflies when you’ve been near him.

Felix’s eyes lowered to gaze at your lips, for a split second. You felt his breathing slowly begin to speed up, which is when you realized how close his face really was. You started to admire how beautiful his freckles were, scattered on his cheeks and nose. Your eyes slowly moved down to his plump lips. His lips. You’ve never taken time to admire how pretty and full they were, how gorgeous they looked when slightly parted. Before you knew it, Felix’s legs started to loose stability and he fell ontop of you, breaking the tension.

He stumbled to his feet, blushing in embarrassment. “I’m sorry!”

You shook your head, “No, no! You’re fine!”

He looked down at his feet, regretting everything and hoping he hadn’t ruined your friendship. You opened your mouth, expecting something to come out but nothing did. A few moments later, you gathered your thoughts.

“I know it’s game night, but do you want to watch a movie?” you cautiously said.

Felix looked up, surprised that you were even still standing there. “Oh. Sure.”

The both of you sat on the couch and decided on a k-drama. About seven minutes into the movie, you snuggled up into him and layed your head on his shoulder. You had always cuddled on movie nights, but this time it felt different. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled the blanket up so you could get more comfortable.

Ding

Slightly started by your phone, you pulled it out of your pocket and saw that it was from Jeongin. You unlocked your phone and went to text him back. Felix’s eyes were glued to your phone, as he felt anger rise inside of him.

“What’s wrong?”

He rolled his eyes and moved away from you, trying to contain his anger. “Nothing.”

Your eyebrow rose and you decided to confront him. “Goddamit, Felix. You’ve been acting like this for two weeks. Why won’t you tell me anything anymore?! It feels like you’re just pushing me away.”

Ding

Your phone went off again, Jeongin’s name popping up on the screen.

“It’s because of him!! Fucking hell. You only ever spend time with him. Don’t act like I’m the only one causing us to be isolated.”

You raised your eyebrow, moving away from him and throwing the blanket off of you. You were fighting the urge to just walk out. “You’re fucking jealous that he’s hanging out with me more??”

Felix shook his head, “No. You don’t understand, it’s not about you hanging out with him more. It’s more than that. You’re his girlfriend. You’re not m-”

“I’m his girlfriend, exactly. Why are you even surprised that I’m spending this much time with him?? This is the happiest I’ve ever felt and you’re not happy for me. Felix, fuck.” You stood up and begun to turn away.

His hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you down again, smashing his lips against yours and using his other hand to hold your face. You gasped and strangely enough, started to kiss him back with more force. Without even attempting, you felt your leg link over his and your hands moved up to pull at his hair. He moved his lips with yours, passionately, and it hit you. The same feeling you felt earlier while playing Twister arose, except even more strongly.

You finally parted, panting against each other. Felix rested his forehead against yours and caressed your back. “I love you.”

Slightly taken aback, you pulled away to meet his eyes and took one more moment to catch your breath. “I’m sorry, Lixie.”

He furrowed his eyebrows but the corners of his mouth lifted at the nickname as he took your hand in his. “Why, beautiful?”

“For not seeing how you felt. For not listening. It’s a new feeling, but I think I’m in love with you, too.” You placed a kiss at the corner of his mouth and he sighed.

“I’ll forgive you if you do one thing for me.”

You smiled, “And that is?”

“Kiss me again?” He smirked slightly.

“Will do, Lixie.” Your lips met in a softer, more gentle kiss but still with a hint of passion.

Ding

He smirked against your lips when your phone went off again and threw it off of the couch, grabbing your waist and continuing to kiss you. You chuckled against his mouth as you kissed him, letting the night slip away as you melted in his touch.

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Hope you enjoyed my first fic!

I’ve wrote some fics a couple years ago but I’m kinda rusty. I’m not a professional writer at all, so I tried my best with this one. I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST JEONGIN AND WILL MAKE IT UP BY WRITING A SHORT FLUFF FIC ABT HIM SOON.

Please let me know if you liked this! 💗

~natalie

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askew-d · 2 months

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Can I ask, who are your top favorite romantic couples (can be canon or non canon) of all time from any media? Why you love them? Thx :D

here i go with another grand list that i was very happy to write! i’m in love with these asks, really. i’ll mention all of them, but at first i was in doubt if i could include one that isn’t ‘canon’, but rather rpf. either way, i added bonus couples for good reasoning! let’s go.

1. wangxian (lan wangji x wei wuxian), from mo dao zu shi — they are THE moment, they are THE couple, they are THE goals. who ever could have imagined someone would come up and write a troublemaker who falls into demonic arts and gets reincarnated to fight together with a sucker-for-rules expressionless man and make it work? they fit into any au as well, this fandom rocks. my lovely cultivators!

2. kagehina (kageyama tobio x hinata shouyou), from haikyuu!! — i dont even play volleyball. i dont even like sports! why do i love this anime and this duo specifically so much? they are so passionate about their hobbies, the rivalry and frenemy relationship? the POTENTIAL. the STORY they have. the "someone better will come and find you" promise. sheer beauty. they are silly and fresh and cute and i dont think i'll ever get tired of it.

3. yizhan (wang yibo x xiao zhan), from the untamed cast rpf — i know all the problematics about writing real person fiction. i KNOW, okay?? but people, let me like them and support them in peace?? 😔 i have so much love for these men, and its overall hella fun following their life unfold, even if they are not working together anymore. nonetheless, they are my dose of serotonin when i need it.

4. daiharu (kambe daisuke x katou haru), from fugou keiji: balance unlimited — i will not scream for a seson 2 here. i will scream for more FICS of them here! there ain't enough! its not even about the 'sugar daddy' appeal, its more about the 'partners in (solving) crime' appeal. oh and also the 'i hate you you arrogant prick but i WILL do anything for you' part. everything and every detail of this show.... seriously though: gold.

5. hilson (gregory house x james wilson), from house m.d — oh, my sweet stupid and repressed doctors, i would do unspeakable things for you. wilson has been through every hard moment of house's life. you can name them, he's been there. through every ridiculous situation of his too. it is overwhelming, honestly. the ending couldn't have been more reasonable and fitting for them, in my opinion.

6. hannigram (hannibal lecter x will graham), from hannibal — this gif alone of them with scratches and smiling conspiratorily to each other sums up their entire dynamic. they're toxic and no one's doing it like them. like, yeah, no shit, who would even dare, right? murder husbands can do anything and eat the rude as much as they want, i will be sipping on my drink and watching intently. (man truly looked at this detective he framed for murder and said he would remember their moment together forever??? just dont throw him in jail then???)

7. shiguang (lu guang x cheng xiaoshi), from link click — these pretty boys traveling through time invented the concept of yearning, and i will not explain more to not give season 2 spoilers. i fell in love with them as soon as i saw the first shot of the anime. it doesnt help that they have the same dynamic as wangxian, too. cheng xiaoshi, my beloved, you would never do anything to harm anyone (not purposefully) and i (as well as lu guang) worship you 🙏

8. renga (hasegawa langa x kyan reki), from sk8: the infinity — let's be true tho, can they never do a sports anime without pulling up homosexuals?? not that im complaining at all. please continue, in fact. every couple in this story is valid (adam does not exist), and i love this spirited, young concept of redescovering the beauty of a hobbie. lovely, all of them, but most specially my langa and his admiration for reki. their dynamic has no complications, its just so sweet.

9. moshang (mobei jun x shang qinghua), from the scum villain self-saving system — i will not share a pic of moshang official art because i find shang qinghua appearence too much childlike and annoying, meanwhile i find him much more interesting in the book and fanarts. in any case, i love this couple more than the main couple simply because our airplane-bro can make everything so hilarious. there are fics of them out there which are peak entertainment (check this one!). mobei's tsundere attitude and shang qinghua's shamelessness are a great combo.

10. hualing (hua cheng x xie lian), from heaven official’s blessing — the longing is unbearable. hua cheng loves this man so much, for real. waiting 800 fucking years?? being his most devoted believer? can you believe the audacity?? my man, though he has low self-steem, does anything to protect his god. he doesnt care about any realm. he only cares for xie lian, his dear god. they are the cutest couple.

bonus: aziracrow, johnlock, tododeku, victuuri, blackbonnet, mafuyama, redblue (from this is how you lose the time war).

these are my favorite ships ever! they are what i scream about alternatively, and when i say so, i'm not joking. one week i'm freaking out over new link click content and in the other one i'm reviewing house m.d episodes. my life's a circle with my favorite ships in it and i ain't regretting anything.

thank you for asking, by the way! big hugs! 🤍

#bjyx #yizhan #hualin #moshang #renga #shiguang #link click #hannigram #murder husbands #daiharu #kagehina #hilson #wangxian #mdzs #couples #lgbtqia

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unidentified-ending · 9 months

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"Out of the Shadows"

Part 4

Guys, this might be the last one, if not then part 5 definitely wil be so, stick around for the next one :D

Tw: violence, injuries and (harsh?) transphobia. Not for the easily upset

Aizawa and Class 1a x ftm!bullied!reader

Before we start, I just wanted to say thank you all for the likes and follows, it may not seem like much but I really appreciate it. Thank you for supporting my work

And with that being said, let's do this

"I think you'll want to see this" It was strange for Katsuki to be quiet so something serious must of happened Aizawa thought so he walked outside and closed the door behind him.

He widened his eyes in shock.

"What...What happened?" He said, looking at your limping form on Izuku's shoulder.

"We're not sure. According to the nerd (Deku) one of Minato's friends, Kyou, called for him and me to go to the locker rooms and we found Y/n lying on the floor, nearly unconscious" Bakugo explained.

"It wasn't even that bad, it was just a little miscommunication that led into a fight. Im literally fine.-" You said but Bakugo shouted

"Well what the hell was all your lunch, stationary and other stuff doing all over the ground huh!!"

"Alright Bakugo and Midoriya, thank you. I would like to talk to him alone. Midoriya could you please hand out the worksheets to everyone? Do what you want just dont cause much trouble. Y/n can you walk?" Aizawa concluded.

"Yes, but I think my foot is injured" You said while Bakugo and Midoriya walked back into class, all your classmates asking them questions before they walked filly into the class.

"Alright, let's go to recovery girls office, she'll heal you." He said as he walked by your slightly limping figure.

Once you guys got to recovery girls office you sat down at one of the beds.

"Alright, please tell me what's going on. I need no lies at this moment forward" He said seriously, looking at your nervous eyes, waiting for some answers.

You sighed shakily but finally gave him the truth

"Well, these kids have been bullying me, since the day I saw them. They've been picking on me and hurting me. I know I've been keeping this a secret. I'm sorry" You say, tears starting to well in your eyes.

"It's ok, let it out I'm here" he said as he stands up to hug you, you grip onto his hero costume like its the last thing on earth and sob in his shirt until you calm down, sniffling and red-eyed.

"It's alright, I've got you. Recovery Girl will heal your foot, get some rest kid. You need it" He said after you calmed down,

"Y/n, we will get these kids expelled. For you. For all the victims"

You nodded and climed into one of the beds, you couldn't resist the cozy comfort of the bed and quickly fell asleep, in a matter of minutes.

You woke up and it was evening, you could see it through the big class windows which were shining through a yellowish orange glow inside.

"Good evening dear, your teacher left a note for you. Its just by your side" recovery Girl said as she noticed your were awake.

Your foot had been healed though you felt very tired, she handed you the note that read

"Hey kid, come to the dorms as soon as you can. Your classmates have something for you"

You sighed and got ready to leave, your bag and your belongings beside the bed you were in. You said your goodbyes to recovery girl and left the room, wondering hat your friends and classmates had done for you.

You were so drifted out of your thoughts that you never noticed Kyou who accidentally pushed passed you. "Sorry dud......" when you saw who it was you froze.

"I'm not gonna do anything to you, I need to go" he said rushing away in a hurry, you had so many questions for him that were unexplained but he just ran off so you saved it for the next time you saw him.

You were so lost in your thoughts, again that you didn't realise you ran into someone else, two people. When you tried to apologise, the only word your mind could conjure up was

"shit"

Minato and Haruki.

As soon as they saw it was you, Minato slammed you right into the wall. You really couldn't catch a break..

"What the fuck did I tell you, you fucking freak" Minato said as he opened the door to an empty classroom and threw you in there.

"You stand guard and get Riku to come with weapons. Im finishing this now" He said, eyes glinting with rage and malice, his true intent was to get rid of you.

Forever.

"Please man, I haven't done anything to you."

"Your existence alone is enough reason to make your life miserable." Minato said and Haruki added on from the side

"Pathetic. Trying to fit in won't change what you really are. A girl, A female. A woman"

Your heart shattered into a million broken pieces as the reality of what they said sank in. It was true, that's all you were. After years and years of trying to fit on and be a real man, just shattered over a few words.

He threw you at a table and desk and you slammed right into it, your body aching with pain. He lifted you up and slammed you back down on the ground, the nerves in your back shooting all the way to your brain.

He then towered over you.

You felt the cracking of bones and the gush of blood as the punches rained down upon you, your face becoming a grotesque battlefield of pain and blood.

The ringing in your ears just wouldn't stop.

Just then Riku, Asahi and Kyou walked in.

Riku's eyes glinted with mischief as he reached into his duffel bag and pulled out a collection of bats, one for each person. With a sly grin at you, he started handing them out, creating an unwatchable atmosphere in the room.

"I want him gone"

Ahhhh, cliff hanger. This is the 4th part.

I kind of got lazy with this one considering it's 3:18 in the morning so forgive me if any silly mistakes were made.

The final part is coming tomorrow, or today so stick around for that

And remember:

Always drink water and eat something, You deserve it :DD

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ghostofskywalker · 2 years

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Hi!! first off, i just wanted to say that I’ve always admired ur writing!!!! U HAVE LIKE THE BEST PORTRAYALS OF NAT AND WANDA,,, and there’s so much content! IM SOSOSOSO HAPPY! thank u for writing! AND also i saw that u were taking requests, so (if ur feeling up to it :DD) maybe a story involving both prompts (or whichever one u prefer!) “do you mind if i observe you guys for a day? i have to write a romantic scene for my creative writing class and i need some inspiration.” “um, that’s fine, but we’re not dating.” “you’re not?” “nope.” “…are you sure?” AND/OR “this brings our relationship to a whole new level.” “dude, i’m just keeping a toothbrush at my house for you.” “EXACTLY!” with nat or wanda!! THANK U AGAIN FROM THE VERY BOTTOM OF MY HEART!

you are the sweetest and seeing this ask really made my day, it was an absolute pleasure to write something for you!! this is a college au with wanda, and i was able to use both prompts!! i really hope you enjoy this :)

words: 1,884

summary: [College AU] You’re harboring a wicked crush on Wanda Maximoff, and it doesn’t help that you’ve been spending more and more time with her this semester. But when one of her friends assumes you’re a couple, you find out just how oblivious you actually were to her feelings.

Taking It Slow

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Once you started hanging out with her, it soon became clear to you that Wanda were not the best at holding her liquor, and that she was really affectionate when she was drunk. Thankfully she was usually easy to herd around at the bar (with the promise of either more alcohol or some kind of snack), and then you could help her make it back to her apartment without seriously injuring yourself.

This time though, she kept a tight grip on your hand as she walked with you onto the street, the chilly night air nipping at any skin that you didn’t have covered. “I don’t wanna go home,” she whined, moving closer to you.

This was definitely a new side of Wanda, but it wasn’t unwelcome. You had met when you were assigned a project together the previous semester and you really liked her. She was smart, kind, and beautiful, and you hoped to consider her more than a friend eventually, but right now you would have to settle for a platonic relationship.

“Come on, we can go back to my apartment,” you said, and you watched a smile light up her face.

“You have snacks right?” Wanda’s face was serious, as if you were discussing the most dangerous of missions rather than whether or not you had food in your fridge.

“Yes, I have snacks, don’t you worry.”

“Good, I love a woman with snacks readily available.”

You tried not to read too much into her comment (she was drunk after all), but you couldn’t help the little scenario that flashed through your mind as she said that, where Wanda wasn’t just your friend. She laid her head on your shoulder for the entirety of the cab ride back to your apartment, and you were really starting to wonder if you were dreaming. Her hand was so soft and it felt so perfect intertwined with yours, but the occasional tiny burp from her brought you back to reality: that she was simply drunk, and this was how she acted when she was under the influence.

When you made it back to your apartment, you helped her up the stairs. She had been to your place before, so it wasn’t like you were worried she was going to get lost, but her steps were a little wobbly from the amount of liquor she had drank tonight. “You should go to sleep,” you said gently.

“Y/N, it’s barely midnight!” she said brightly. “And besides, you promised me snacks!”

She decided soon after that she wanted an ice cream sundae, and thankfully you had the ingredients. The two of you sat on the couch together, enjoying a comfortable silence as you ate. You wished that more moments could be like this (though you’d prefer it if Wanda was sober), and you wished you had the confidence to admit to her how you felt.

“Hey Y/N,” Wanda’s voice broke the silence and pulled your attention back to the present. “Guess what.”

“What?”

“I like you.”

You laughed, wishing she meant that statement in a different way than she probably did mean it. “I like you too Wanda.”

“No no no,” she said. “I like you.”

“What?”

“Yeahhhhhhh,” Wanda said, stifling a yawn as she slurred slightly. The last bits of her ice cream were completely melted by now, and you gently took the bowl from her hands and placed it on the coffee table before she accidentally spilled it on herself.

She didn’t elaborate, so how were you supposed to take that? What if you bore your soul to her, only to realize that she only likes you platonically, and you were the one who took her drunken words the wrong way? Where would that leave your friendship then? But at the same time, if she really felt the same way, what if she never admitted it again?

Unfortunately, right as you made up your mind on what to say, you turned to see her eyes closed, with soft snores escaping from her mouth and a peaceful look on her face. Well obviously the universe had made that decision for you.

***

After that night, Wanda invited you out with her and her friends more often. You got along well with Natasha, Carol, and Peggy, but they knew that you were there for Wanda. It got to the point where Wanda would invite you out with them pretty much every time, and you also ate with them in the dining hall whenever your schedule allowed it.

You were waiting for Wanda to meet you for lunch after her class one day when Carol sat down at the table and took a big bite out of her sandwich. “Do you mind if i observe you and Wanda for a day? I have to write a romantic scene for my creative writing class and I need some inspiration,” she said. “I know it’s weird, but I already asked Natasha, but she didn’t want me following her and Maria around and Peggy just broke up with her boyfriend, so I’ve got nothing.”

You were completely and utterly shocked, not sure what to say to that. Did she really think you and Wanda were dating? You could understand why someone would make that assumption who didn’t know you, as you had been mistaken for a couple a few times at the campus coffee shop, but not by someone you knew. “Um, that’s fine,” you said, still wondering if this was all some kind of joke. “But Wanda and I aren’t dating.”

As much as she tried to hide the surprise in her voice, it didn’t really work. “You’re not?”

You shook your head in response. “Nope.”

“...Are you sure?”

“Last time I checked, yeah.”

“Does Wanda know that?” she asked, and that comment threw you for a loop even more than her question did in the first place.

“What do you mean? Of course Wanda knows we’re not together,” you said. “We’ve always just been friends.”

“Y/N, I am probably breaking some kind of friend code by saying this,” Carol responded, looking around to make sure no one else was around before she spoke again. “But Wanda really likes you, and she’s just not very good at showing it.”

“I really like her too,” you said softly.

“Then why don’t you make sure you’re on the same page?” she asked, and before you could respond, she was already standing up and waving to someone else. You followed her gaze to a girl with brown hair who was walking with who you presumed was her boyfriend. “There’s Jane, I’m going to see if she’ll let me follow her and Thor around for this stupid assignment.”

She was gone seconds later, and you had just begun to process what had been said to you when Wanda sat down and started to eat. “Hey,” she said with a smile.

“Hey,” you responded, but your mind was still catching up to the last conversation. You almost asked her about what you were right then and there, but you just couldn’t get the words out, a somewhat common predicament you found yourself in when Wanda Maximoff was in your general vicinity. And once you got your bearings back, you decided to keep your feelings hidden for a little longer.

***

Believe it or not, you didn’t always have time to ponder your relationship with Wanda, because the two of you were incredibly busy. With classes, jobs, and other commitments, you tended to see her only when there were others around, and that wasn’t exactly the best time to ask her what your relationship really was. This was definitely something that should be done in private.

So when you opened the door one Friday evening to see Wanda standing on the doorstep with a bottle of wine and a smile on her face, you immediately let her in. “What’s with the wine?” you asked.

“Unfortunately, it comes with the fact that I need a place to stay for the weekend,” she said quietly, and you caught a glimpse of the duffel bag she had with her. “The power grid for my apartment is down, and maintenance says they won’t be able to fix it until Monday.”

“Wanda, you’re always welcome here!” you said. “And besides, I have a surprise for you!”

It was a stupid thing really, but lately whenever you would go out with her and her friends, she never wanted to go back home, so you spent many night together on your couch, eating ice cream sundaes. She also tended to fall asleep on your couch and would go to class from there the next morning, so you picked up a toothbrush for her one day while you were out. It was a small gesture, but you hoped that it was something that could lead you to finally tell her how you felt.

When you presented her with the present, her eyes widened. “This brings our relationship to a whole new level,” she said, solemnly at first, but there was a smile on her face less than a second later.

You laughed at her expression. “Dude, I’m just keeping a toothbrush here for you.”

“EXACTLY!”

“So we have a relationship then?” you asked, and the words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them.

Wanda looked at you like you were crazy. “Of course,” she said. “And I’d really like you to be my girlfriend, but I know you don’t want to move too fast-”

“What?” Well, that could have been phrased better, but there was nothing you could do about it now. “You like me?”

“I thought that much was obvious,” she said, reaching down to take your hand. “Don’t tell me you didn’t realize it.”

There was a sheepish look on your face. “I really like you too, but I thought we were just friends.”

Wanda laughed out loud at your comment. “I can’t believe we’ve been so stupid,” she said, leaning slightly closer to you. Her face was now closer to yours than it had ever been before, and you really wanted to kiss her. As if she read your mind, Wanda’s gaze flickered to your lips. “Can I kiss you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” you breathed, and when she placed her lips on yours, you couldn’t believe it had taken you this long to figure everything out.

After a few seconds (of utterly perfect bliss) you pulled away, finally putting the pieces together. “Wait, is that why Carol wanted to observe us for her creative writing assignment?”

Now it was Wanda’s turn to look sheepish. “I may have told everyone we were together when I first introduced you to them, but I just thought we were taking things slow.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss her again. “I could tell that now,” you said. “And I probably ruined your little white lie when I asked her what the hell she was talking about.”

Wanda laughed. “That’s okay, we can set the record straight next time.”

“You don’t want to call her now?” you asked playfully.

“Nope.” She shook her head as she spoke. “Right now, all I want is to kiss you again.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

- the end -

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x female reader #marvel #marvel x reader #wlw x reader #college!wanda maximoff

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k4katsujin · 7 months

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on the verge of dying falling

🦕miguel x reader

authors note: HENLO MY LOVES I MISSED YOU SM ITS BEEN MONTHS SINCE I DIDN'T POST ANY WORK IM SO HAPPY TO FINALLY BE BACK

author's note 2: i pet a dog today. life? completed.

author's note 3: does that mean my mental health is better? probably not. but we up 🗣‼️

author's note 4: i physically hurt myself while writing this. also dedicated to @unabashedcroissanttreefan (ly pookie wifey)

synopsis: he's on the verge of dying. you're the hq nurse who healed him. you saved him,but it seems he wants something more from you.

content: miguel x gender neutral reader (though fem reader was in mind), reader is hq's nurse, mention of dying, hospital talk, ooc miguel? injury and angst

“Lyla, do you have any tips for migraines?” asked Miguel,

- I don’t, she replies with a smile, but I have to remind you you have to go to the nursery for your weekly check-up.

-Do I really have to go? Asked Miguel with a pout. You know they scare me and -

-Seriously? You’re fighting anomalies all year long and you’re scared of a little check-up? (she laughs) you’re really strange.

- I know but-

-No buts! I booked you an appointment at 2:30pm!

-It’s no fair (he does the same pout as he did before) why don’t you have to go?

- That’s the perk of having no physical body! (she winks) plus I heard they’re super nice!”

While Lyla and Miguel waited for their appointment, you were doing some stuff in your office. Once 2:30pm arrived, you head a gentle knock on your door.

“-Hello! Is this your first time there? You ask with a smile. I don’t remember seeing you there. Lyla told me you’d come but she didn’t tell me your name. You are?

- I’m hum, I’m Miguel O'Hara. He stutters, uncertain.

-Nice to meet you then! (you smile as you wave his hand, check your files and notice he never came to the supposedly mandatory weekly check-ups.) No wonder why I never saw you there! You exclaim on a light-hearted tone. So-

-No need to worry about that! He hurries. I just came there because of my migraines, they’re pretty frequent and-

-Oh! You cut him off. It’s simple, you just have to take this! (you hand him a little box of painkillers.) But if I were you, I’d be careful as frequent migraines can be a sign of early stage brain cancer. So I’d recommend you to do a full body check up, so that we could notice (déceler) some tumors. But if you want to go, I’m not forcing you to stay!

The desperate look Miguel gave you made you understand he was willing to stay.

-Do we really have to do this? He uncertainly asked as you got him laying down on a dentist chair.

-Yes! You say as you put on a surgeon mask. A full body check-up isn’t a full body one if I don’t check your teeth too! Now open wide!

A few moments go by as you inspect his teeth, when all of a sudden you feel a sharp jolt of pain go through your hand.

-I’m sorry! Miguel hurried, I didn’t mean to do that!

- It’s fine don’t worry! You reassure him as you put a bandage on your hand where he bit you. At least I found the issue! If your head hurt so much it was simply because your teeth are moving.

- So the whole brain cancer thing was a lie?

-Partly, but I told you this because weekly check-ups are important! You say as you pout lightly. I was starting to think you never came because you hated me… Anyway, can you please fill in this? It’s a medical about me sheet! The more honest and accurate you will be, the better I will be able to heal you! I know I may look scary, but I mean no harm really! Just see me as a friend, okay?

“A friend?” Miguel thought to himself, and a strange warmth invaded his heart. He has been a loner most of his life, but it sure felt nice to know he could reach out to someone whenever he needed to.

- You WHAT? Lyla exclaimed as you were away to get some medicine.

-I bit them. Miguel admitted shamefully.

- Now they’re the one who’s going to be scared of you! Lyla chuckled between laughter.

- I like you a whole bunch but if you don’t shut up right now I’ll turn the WiFi off.

- Say what you want, I saw how hard you blushed when they got you sitting down!

- Aight that’s it I’m turning you off-

- You better not-

A few moments later, you came back in the room with some syringes and a plaster mold.

-Uhh, what is all that for? Miguel asked, unsure.

- It’s because you need braces! You say as you hand him the plaster mold. Instead of biting my hand, bite this instead please!

-I need… braces?

- Mhm! It’s because of your fangs! For some reason, when they grew they pushed back your other teeth and that’s where all your migraines came from! If you came more often, you would’ve not needed these!

///…A few moments later…///

-There we go! Don’t hesitate to come again if they’re too tight, but normally the painkillers should be enough!

Once Miguel was gone, you treated your other patients until the end of your day, and decided to check Miguel’s file.

-Lyla?

- Yes?

- Can you tell me more about Miguel’s past? I noticed a weird mark on his shoulder and he didn’t mention anything similar in his file.

-I love you a whole bunch sunshine, but you know I can’t do this.

-Please? I need to know if I want to heal him more efficiently!

-Fine, Lyla sighed. Before the whole spiderverse protection thing, he worked at Alchemax and found out some bad stuff happened, his boss found out he knew so he forced him to take some shitty drugs which turned him into an addict.

-But why didn’t he tell me?

Lyla raised an eyebrow and smiled.

- Well sunshine, you know how he is! She chuckled, Always grumpy and never wanting to admit his weaknesses! And probably because he wanted you to have a good first impression of him!

-Ohhh. You think out loud. That makes much more sense now.

-One last thing sunshine! (you turn your head towards her) You didn’t hear this from me,

okay? Don’t mention any of this unless he speaks about it first!

-Mkay! Thanks, you’re the best Lyla!

A few weeks later, you kept on meeting and healing random patients, but you had no sign of Miguel.

-Is there anything new today? You ask Lyla, feeling like boredom getting the best of you.

-Nope, still nothing sunshine. Are you okay? She asked with a hint of worry in her voice.

-I’m fine, you sigh as you laid back on your chair, it’s just… Not being a spiderperson is boring.

- You know, by healing all those heroes, it’s as if you save people as well!

- I mean, if you put it that way… You chuckled. Thank you Lyla, you truly know how to cheer up people! (someone knocked on the door) Miguel? What are you doing here?

- I came here uh… Because I ran out of medicine.

-Oh! Of course! There you go!

-Thank you, he mumbles. I also got you this by the way, he stutters, handing you a wildflowers bouquet. As an apology for uh… Your hand.

-Oh! Thank you, but you really didn’t need to! You thank him with a genuine smile. Did you need anything else from me?

-I’ll be fine thank you!

-Lyla?

-Mmh?

-You’re the one who gave him the idea right?

- You wouldn’t believe me if I told you I didn’t, right?

-Not in the slightest, you chuckled, but it’s still cute though!

A few weeks pass as you find yourself daydreaming again while Miguel and the others were on a mission.

- What do you think of Miguel? Lyla asked you on a soft innocent tone.

-What do you mean by that? You ask her back, intrigued.

- Well, he got you your favorites flowers, and ever since that day he seems like to get injured pretty often, even if it’s just small cuts…

- I see the point you’re trying to make and – don’t you give me that look, you say as you notice Lyla smirking, he’s my boss, OK? He’s probably acting like this because I’m the only person bringing him some comfort and-

-That’s the exact reason he would fall in love with someone! Think about it! I see how he is with you, it’s as if he’d trust you enough to talk to you about his daughter!

- Really? You ask in disbelief.

-Yes! Even though he sucks at showing so, I can assure you he cares about you! I’ve known him for years now, and he acts with you like he acts with nobody and-

At this exact moment, Miguel abruptly came in the room, badly injured? He had a lot of cuts all over his body and was losing so much blood he was on the verge of passing out.

- Please… Need… Healing… he murmured.

- Lyla, scan his vital lifeline and tell me which ones need healing first! You hurried, trying your best to keep your calm.

- There’s a serious wound near his heart! Be quick, he’s losing a lot of blood!

- Lyla… Miguel said, barely whispering. Am I going to die?

- Of course! But not today! You say as you kept on pressing on his wounds, making a fortune bandage out of random fabric you found. Lyla, call Pablo and tell her to come here and put Miguel in intensive care.

-Lyla… Miguel whispered, his eyes closed, tell y/n I love them, OK? Thank you… For every… thing… Think I’m going… to sleep … a little now…

He then put his head on your lap, waiting for the robot to arrive, while you cupped his face, crying silently.

- It’s not your fault, sunshine, you did your best, Lyla tried to reassure you as you both waited in front of Miguel’s hospital room.

- Apparently, it wasn’t enough… you sigh, defeated. Be honest, do you think he’ll survive?

- I don’t know sunshine, I don’t know…

A few hours passed as you both nervously waited for any doctor to give you news of Miguel, but every person you asked didn’t know or simply ignored you. You then started to fall asleep on your chair, the exhaustion getting the best of you, when a doctor gently patted your shoulder to wake you up.

-Y/N? I have news for you. You brought Miguel… (he checks his files) Miguel O'Hara, right? (you nod as you feel your heart miss a beat). He got seriously injured and he lost a lot of blood, so we had to put him in an artificial coma. We don’t know if he’ll make it, but I’m sure he would appreciate some company. Would you mind following me please?

The doctor then led you to Miguel’s room before softly closing the door behind you.

- Hi, uh, I hope you’re doing OK wherever you are. The doctors said you would like some company, so I’m staying here for a while. I don’t know if you can hear me, but if you can, well, I’m sorry. I really did try my best to save you. And… if I failed… (a knot starts forming in your throat) if you joined your daughter, well, I hope you’re happy with her. And I hope what you told Lyla earlier, the ‘tell Y/N I love them, was true. Because, even though bringing a smile to your face is the hardest thing to do – you know I always like a challenge! You chuckle with a faint smile, I still want to see that grumpy, but lovely, face of yours. Anyway, I’ll stop talking for a while, but I’ll stay here until I have news from the doctors. Please don’t leave us. The multiverse needs you. I need you.

You then kept on telling him random details of your day, as a way to convince yourself he was still alive. You kept on doing so for so much time you ended up falling asleep with your head on his chest, listening to his slow and steady heartbeat.

- Y/N? Softly murmured Miguel after what seemed to you an eternity. He looked a bit taken aback seeing you like this, slowly waking up from your head on his chest.

- Miguel!! you happily exclaimed as you hugged him, wiping away your tears. I thought you were – you know- I thought you didn’t make it and it would be all my fault and-

- Hey hey, he reassured you, softly patting your back, secretly surprised someone cared about him enough to visit him in his hospital room. I’m alive see? I’m a big boy! (he coughs) can you please go ask the doctors for more painkillers please?

A few moments passed as the doctors gave Miguel more medicine. You and Lyla were now talking with the doctors to see when Miguel could go out of the hospital. By a shared agreement, it has been decided that Miguel could leave the hospital only if he lived with a near caregiver.

- There is my apartment! You say as both reached your doorstep. It’s not that big but it’ll -

-Thank you. You truly saved my life.

- That’s my job, silly! You replied with a bright and relieved smile. At least, by living with me, I’ll be able to heal you right away! However, I have a bad news: now, check-ups won’t be weekly anymore but daily!

- But -

- No but! Now get your ass on the couch and relax before I force you to, and r e l a x! You've been through hell today and you need some rest!

You then headed to the kitchen to make something to eat for the both of you, but to your surprise, when you came back, you found him asleep on your couch, it was truly an endearing view.

///…The next morning… ///

-Time to change those bandages, you say to yourself, as a way to give yourself courage.

You then got on top of him, putting your legs on both sides of his hips. You started to take off the bandages on his face, taking endless precautions to not hurt him.

You didn’t notice Miguel was awake until you felt his hands on your waist.

-You’re cute when you’re on top of me, he chuckled with a sly smirk, we should do this more often.

You firmly push him back on the couch before adding:

- Not now big boy, making me flustered won’t make this faster for both of us, now stay still, will you?

You then lightly push his hair back to not hurt him while taking off his bandages. You tried your best to stay focused, but the thing is he still had his hands around your waist, and you would be lying if you told yourself he didn’t look cute underneath you…

After a few moments, Miguel finally broke the silence:

- I didn’t tell you, but you look very cute, carinõ

You rolled your eyes, but your blushing cheeks betrayed you.

Once you were done healing him, you headed to the kitchen to make breakfast for both of you.

Your thoughts were racing like crazy. What if Lyla was right? What if Miguel did see you as more than a friend? Even worse, what if you reciprocated these hypothetical feelings?

A few more days passed as Miguel could now take care of himself on his own.

- Well, there you go… you sigh, your heart aching a bit from seeing him leave. I’m glad you’ve fully recovered now, don’t hesitate to come agai-

He interrupted you by kissing you, having you slightly pinned against the wall of your apartment’s doorstep. It felt like a relief to both of you, as if none of you dared to do it, yet it was like the physical contact was a life threatening need for the both of you.

The kiss was fierce and passionate, yet there was something – you couldn’t quite put your finger on it – you couldn’t help but find cute.

You both stayed in this position for what seemed eternity, but what is an eternity when you are in love?

On the verge of dying falling

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