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taytrashmouth · 4 months

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Request: Hiiii first comment on tumblr EVER…I really love 19 and 14..with peeta would be so cute (I’m in a peeta chokehold rn..) I LOVR YOUR WRITINGS SO MUCH I CANT GET ENOUGH💕💕💕🙏🙏🙏 -@bigbootysniffer

Prompt 14: slow dancing by a fire

Prompt 19: person B is insecure about their scars and person A makes them feel better about it

This is adorable, I’m so in love with this request!!! Hope you like it!!!! Thanks so much for all your kind words it really means a lot to me ❤️❤️

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Peeta x reader. Set during mockingjay after Peeta is rescued from the capitol.

It had been a rough few weeks. First you lost Peeta, which made you pretty unbearable to be around. Then you saw him on TV saying all those things, using words that weren’t his.

Coin had to lock you in your room when they went to rescue him. When they finally did let you see him, you ignored everyone’s warnings including snows. He tried to kill you which was hard to deal with.

Two weeks later and no real developments had been made in the rebellion and they finally let you be alone with Peeta for an hour. You sat in the fake garden in the base of district 13.

And watched as the guards escorted him over to you. He didn’t look like himself. Thin and covered in bruises.

“Call us if you need to.” One of the guards handed you a buzzer. You nodded.

Peeta sat down on the picnic blanket next to you. You felt nervous around him. Which made you want to cry, you were scared of Peeta.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“Hi.” He didn’t look like he wanted to be here.

“I got your favourite bread. And orange soda.” You showed him.

He just stared. “I can’t remember what’s real and what’s not.” He spoke just above a whisper. He sounded so depressed.

You thought for a moment before answering. “Ask me.”

“Green is your favourite colour. Real or not real?” He stared at you.

“Real. Yours is orange, like the sunset.” You smiled at him.

He almost looked relieved. He sort of smiled and took a sip of the soda. His colour.

“I missed you.” Tears filled your eyes.

He looked at his lap. He couldn’t say the same thing. Still confused as to why he believed you wanted to kill Him.

“You used to make me bread like this all the time. It was my favorite part of the week. Not because i liked the bread, that was just a bonus, but because I got to see you.” You spoke, trying to break the tension.

You tore a piece of bread off the loaf and hit it in your mouth.

“I threw bread at you.” He spoke.

“I was starving, you saved me.” You assured him.

“I burnt it on purpose. And my mother beat me for it. If I didn’t care about you I would’ve had a lot less suffering.”

Tears filled your eyes and regret washed over his face.

“It’s all fuzzy. I’m sorry.” He began to cry, holding his head. He repeated that he was sorry until you held him and he slowly hugged you back.

“It’s okay. I’ll help you remember.” You assured him and brushed some hair off his forehead.

“Thank you.” He half smiled.

You just nodded.

“You want to hurt me. Real or not real.” He wiped a tear off his cheek.

“Not real. I swear.”

He nodded as if telling himself it was okay.

“I couldn’t hurt you even if I wanted to. You’ve always been there for me. With the bread. At the Capitol, in the games, back in 12. Always. The only time I ever saw you hurt anything or anyone was to protect me. You are the sweetest person I know.” You squeezed his hand.

He smiled a little wider now, like he was more sure of himself now.

“I love you…real or not real?” He asked again.

“You never said it to me. But I like to think that you did. You showed it. The way you protected me, the way you kissed me, the small things. You planted daisy’s in my front yard because i mentioned I like the smell. You Gave me a pearl in the games…I hold it when I’m scared and when I was missing you.”

“Do you love me?” He asked simply.

You hesitated for a moment. “Yes. So much. I wish I could explain how much I love you but I don’t have the words to describe it. You’re my favorite person in the whole world.” You were teary.

Very carefully he held your cheek. And kissed you gently. You smiled into the kiss. It was over too soon.

“I think I love you too.” Peeta told you.

That was enough for you. You almost laughed in relief.

“That’s good.” You giggled.

You spent the next 2 hours talking, no guards ever came to get him.

You walked with him to his room, and as you said goodnight, and turned to leave he spoke up.

“Stay,”

“Okay.” You smiled.

He gave you a shirt of his to sleep in and it swallowed you whole. You were sure he would also drown in it after losing so much weight.

He hesitated after watching you lie down on his bed.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

He fiddled with the hem of his shirt. You immediately knew he was scared to show you his body.

“I’ll close me eyes.” You told him and you did.

You heard some shuffling and then after a minute or two he asked you to open your eyes.

His bare chest was shocking. Scars and bruises littered his body, weeks after returning. You could see his ribs.

Tears filled your eyes and your hands came to your face.

“They don’t hurt anymore.” He told you.

“Are you sure?” You asked sadly gesturing for him to climb into bed.

He did. “Some are worse than others.”

“You’re perfect. I hope you know that. The scars just prove how strong you are. What you’ve gone through but didn’t deserve. I love you Peeta.” You told him and put your head on his bare chest.

“Thank you.” He was teary too. “I love you n/n.” You smiled through some tears. It was an old nickname that you hadn’t heard for months.

He was remembering.

You were inseparable the next few weeks. Despite Peeta having a few episodes or panic attacks he was doing much better. You were always there to calm him.

You sat with him at Finnick and Annie’s wedding.

“You’re beautiful.” He told you. You smiled, Effie had picked out your dress and to your surprise it wasn’t over the top.

“Do you wanna dance?” You asked with a smile.

“I don’t know if I know how.” He replied.

“You do.” You smiled remembering the victors tour. “But I’ll teach you if you don’t remember.”

He picked it up quickly. Your hands around his neck, his on your waist. You swayed to the music, occasionally spinning or clapping.

He was yours again. Peeta was back. You smiled as he kissed your head.

#peeta supremacy #peeta mellark x reader fluff #peeta mellark x reader #peeta x reader #y/n #the hunger games peeta #peeta mellark #thg peeta #i love peeta #team peeta #peeta my beloved #thg series #thg fanfiction #thg #the hunger games

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elliewlums · 2 years

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what are some examples of bully!eddie being nice to her if there are any btw i lovr your writing so much :))

content warnings: bullying (not from eddie surprisingly), r has a bloody nose, mild cursing, eddie’s mean but also very sweet

the first time eddie is kind to you, it’s because someone else isn’t.

although he’s rude and mean and sometimes downright revolting, you find comfort in his big presence, the confidence he exudes so naturally. so when someone else picks on you, you run to him.

eddie’s ready to start pulling your pigtails and teasing you until he spots your crumpled features, fat, round tears spilling from your waterline as you crash into his front and bury your face in his chest.

“what is it?” he asks, wrapping his arms around you on instinct. you sniff and mumble something he doesn’t catch. “c’mon, you gotta talk to me so i can fix it.”

“cheerleaders are so mean,” you mumble. eddie’s brow knits as you rub your face against his chest. it must’ve cut deep if you’re seeking reassurance from him— of all people.

“what happened?”

you tell him a condensed version of the story, how they cornered you and called you all sorts of names, picked at your insecurities and then smacked you around, left you with a bloody nose and a trembling bottom lip. eddie’s so different, eons gentler and quieter with you, though you can sense the pent up energy simmering behind the facade he’s put on; his thumb comes up to wipe at your nose and you feel his lips at the corner of your mouth.

“it’s okay. i’ll teach those bitches a lesson.”

“don’t leave me.”

“okay, okay,” he says, chocolate eyes wide when your arms tighten around his middle. “let me take you home, alright?”

“‘kay.” you sniff and pull away as he starts to walk, instead reaching for his ring heavy hand and linking your fingers through his. he cocks an eyebrow at you. “sorry,” you mumble.

“i didn’t say anything,” he laughs, squeezing your hand and rubbing a soothing thumb over your knuckles. you preen at the positive attention, a far cry from your usual interactions.

“you’re a good girl, you know that?” eddie asks suddenly. you gaze up at him through thick lashes and pout. he mimicks you, thick brows furrowing in a way he thinks likens to your bratty expression.

“you makin’ fun of me?”

“no,” he breathes out, amused. he leans down to level his eyes to yours. “you’re a stupid little shit, but you’re mine. no one else is allowed to talk to you that way. i’m proud of you for comin’ to me.”

“you mean it?”

“yeah.”

he presses a sweet kiss to your lips, his hair brushing your face. when he pulls away, he pinches your cheek. “i’m gonna kill those cheerleaders. bitches think they can mess with my girl.”

#eddie my love #bully!eddie #bully!eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #fic #writer #writers on tumblr #fanfic writer #fanfic #fanfiction #fic writing #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic

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k3rm1e · 3 years

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hiihi !! ive been loving all the stuuf yoube been wirting latley its so good :^D i ws wondering if i ciuld have some hcs ,or just a onrshot either or i dont mind, of reader geeting sick and mumza nd dadza take care of them ?? bc i lovr mr and mrs minecraft <33 liek like reader like "ahh im finr mr minecraft" and they have 102° fever Nd have a runny nose and mr minecatft is liek "mmm no i dont thnik so m8" nd yaeh !! they/them pronouns but i thnk uve benn doing that arleady - :^) anon

sickly

:^) anon my beloved;;;;; i love your brain. this could go two ways depending on whether you’re staying with phil or if you guys are online so i went with your staying with him. i also did a one shot but if you want hcs i hv no problem writing some :) i hope this is good!

cw: cursing

mumza and dadza take care of you:

it had finally happened. while covid wasn't fully over just yet, many had gotten the vaccine and conventions were opening up again. which meant two things: meetups and twitchcon. finally, you could meet some of your supporters and see your friends.

“mom, are we almost there?” your mom was driving you to the airbnb you’d be staying at with a few of the other dream smp members. at first, you assumed you’d all be staying in separate hotel rooms. but, this way, you could spend more time with friends, save money, and your mom wouldn’t have to be with you the whole time. there had already been many long conversations between philza and your mom to make sure you’d be safe staying with everyone.

“yes, sweetie. almost there. we’re just two minutes closter than when you asked earlier.” ok, sue you, maybe you were a bit excited. but really, who could blame you? making in person friends had never been easiest, so the majority of your friendship were with people online. not being able to see or meet anyone for so long had been excruciatingly painful.

within ten minutes, you had finally arrived at the airbnb. quickly jumping out you ran to the door, obnoxiously ringing the doorbell. through the door, you heard an accented voice yell out, “i’m coming, i’m coming!”. at this point you were springing up and down on your tippy-toes, ready to spring out of your skin.

the door opened and you were greeted by a very tired and annoyed looking wilbur, “hello?”.

` “WILBURRRR!!!” you were screaming in his face (unintentionally), waking him up from his drowsiness. you launched yourself in his arms, not paying attention to your mother’s bewildered expression. you quickly let go of him and shoved past him, “i’m gonna go say hi to everyone!” distantly you heard wilbur begin to talk to your mother, explaining what you guys were doing.

while running around you said hi to tommy, tubbo, ranboo, eret, fundy, niki, techno, phil and kristin. the others were either staying in another airbnb or in their own hotel rooms. after about thirty minutes, wilbur had finally stopped talking to your mom.

“yes, ma’am. i can promise you they’ll be completely safe. you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” wilbur was calmly talking with your mother, looking more and more tired by the minute.

“alright. thank you.” your mother called you over. “come give me a hug and say bye!” slowly dragging your limbs over, you let her hug you. behind you you could hear wilbur and phil laughing at you.

“bye mom…” she was holding onto you tightly, petting down your hair.

“oh, sweetie, i love you so much. i’m so happy you found something you're passionate about and made so many lovely friends while doing so.” as much as you loved your mom, the small snickers behind you were getting quite embarrassing. you could hear that tommy had joined in on the laughing.

“... i love you too, mom. can you let go now?” you tried pulling back, but all she did was pull you closer.

“oh, but i just don’t wanna let you go. i love you so much, you know that right?”

“i know, mom. i love you too. but you’ve gotta get home and i have to unpack and get ready for meeting with fans tomorrow.” you finally got her to pull away, “i love you mom, okay? thank you for letting me do this.”

“oh, i love you too, sweetie.” and with that, your mom left. after watching her pull out of the driveway and down the street, you whipped around.

“not. a. single. word.” you stared dead in the boy’s eyes, seeing just how much wilbur was about to burst out laughing.

“what? personally, i think it’s very sweet.” tommy was smiling, purposely pissing you off. “so sweet, how much your mom loves you.”

“shut your fucking mouth, tommy.” you stared deadpan at him and began walking inside and over to the kitchen.

“what? i didn’t say anything wrong! i was just simply commenting on your very, very sweet relationship with your mother.”

kristin moved forward to talk to you, “for what it’s worth, i do thing you hae a very sweet relationship with your mom.”

“thank you. you’re the only good one in this house, kristin minecraft.” with that she laughed, and you all continued on with your evening. after staying up late watching old youtube videos, you all went to bed. in the morning you would have your first day of three at twitchcon, meeting fans and other creators alike.

for around 10 hours, you stood in booths signing fanart, prints, notebooks, and the like. meeting so many different people was eye opening, just learning who supported you. at the end of the day everyone went to a restaurant to eat dinner after so long.

“this food… is so… fucking good.”

“agreed.” you and the rest of the so-called ‘bench trio’ were eating at what wilbur had deemed the ‘kiddy table’. after eating so much food you were all tired. the rest of your friends had already left, walking back to the airbnb. when it was finally time to leave the restaurant, it was pouring rain.

“WHY IS THE RAIN SO COLD IT’S LITERALLY SUMMER”

after running home you had gone to sleep while the others had changed and taken showers. after sleeping for around ten hours, you had finally woken up. frankly, you felt like dogshit. you could barely breathe out of your stuffy nose and your head felt like it had been shoved full of wet cotton balls.

instead of staying in bed, you got up and tried to get ready. on the way downstairs to get food and see who was making so much noise, you fell face first down the stairs. “owwwww…”

hearing a ruckus, phil and kristin left the kitchen, where they were making pancakes. “holy shit! are you alright, mate?”

pushing phil over, kristin walked over to you, “obviously they’re not okay phil! the poor kid is lying on the floor.”

slowly getting up, you try to reassure both of them that you’re okay. “no, no, no, don’t worry. i am perfectly okay.” while you don’t know exactly how you sound, based on the expression on phil’s face, you don't think you sound very good.

“uh, yeah, how about no. you sound like you’ve draken a whale bottle of vodka.” phil walked over to you and grabbed you by the arm, trying to hold you up.

“i’m fineeee”

“no, your fucking not. you’re burning up.” phil looked at you, angrily. “you need to go to bed.”

“but i don’t wannaaaaa. i feel fineeee.” you felt like crying, for absolutely no reason. with that, you passed out on the floor.

phil and kristin somehow managed to get you back up the stairs and into bed. once you were safely in your room, with no risk of cracking your skull open, phil took your temperature. “mate, your temperature is at nearly 102°. you’re lucky i don’t take you to a hospital.” he started at you, disapprovingly.

“i’m sorryyyyy dadza. are you mad at me?” in your deluded state you pouted at him, like a child.

“no, i’m not mad at you. just disappointed. you should’ve known not to do that. you’re old enough to know when you’re sick.” he stared at you with a disapproving look.

“but that’s even worseeeeee” you felt like balling your eyes out. out of embarrassment, you tried to hide under your blanket. “can you tell mumza i’m sorry for worrying her?”

above you, you heard phil laugh. “it’s not that big a deal, kid. i’m just upset. you could’ve seriously hurt yourself. i was worried.”

“you were worried about me? awwwww, i love you too dadza.” you moved your head out of the blankets, smiling at him with dried tears and sweat on your face.

“yeah, yeah. now shut up and go to bed.”

kristin walked in, hearing what he said. “phil, don’t bully the kid. they already feel like shit.” out of the corner of your eye, you saw her look over to phil and smile at him.

“i’m not doing anything, swear on my life!” he put his hands up in defense of himself, making you laugh.

turning away from him, she directed her next question towards you. “how you feeling, kid? took quite a tumble there.” she smiled at you and ushed your hair out of your face.

“i’m sorry for worrying youuuuuu. i love you, mumza. promise.”

laughing, she leaned down to kiss you on the head. “love you too, kid. now, want me to sit with you and we can all watch some netflix or something?”

you silently nodded and the two of them joined you on the bed, not caring very much if they got sick. after not even an hour, you all passed out.

a few hours later, everyone returned back from the convention. let’s just say wilbur now had some very valuable blackmail.

hope you like it! this was so wholesome i- wfowcsjvri

i want parents like dadza and mumza now

#:^) anon #mcyt x reader #philza x reader #mumza x reader #is that a tag?#idk

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persimmonteas · 3 years

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managing chaos | Ch 1

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summary:

You stared at your inbox in despair. It felt like just an hour ago that you had emptied it out and now here you were again with 50 unread emails. "Look, I’ll do a lot to be left the fuck alone," you groused.

You work for buzzy health startup Plus Ultra and talks around town are that you'll become the next unicorn company. You're on a project supporting their new customer account, Lovr - your project pod is insane but is somehow keeping your sanity intact.

multi-chapter. slow burn pairing TBD

tags: startup culture/office/business!AU, slice of life, crack, humor, power of friendship, program manager pain, y/n is absolutely done and is only here for the $, catharsis writing. all HS characters are aged up to 22+

note: unicorn means a startup with a $1bil valuation. we're just two tired ex-PMs who are now catharsis'ing out on a fic. shoutout to @andypantsx3 for being the ABSOLUTE most hype for this

You were wondering how you got here. You found yourself sitting in the middle of an all-glass conference room watching the woman standing in front of you.

She had cheeks flushed from excitement, her eyes sparkled brightly, and her hair was smooth, shiny, and straight. You were lowkey jealous, as your hair never even came close to being so orderly.

You could see company-hoodie-clad people walking past the conference room, peering at you curiously. This gave you serious fishbowl vibes, and you resisted the urge to puff up your cheeks and pull a face at the passerbys.

Branded t-shirts, notebooks, and pens laid neatly in front of you on the table. You dutifully clicked the pen and opened a notebook, ready to take notes.

“My name is Ochako! I’m the Director of Happiness. Or, in boring terms, I’m Head of People Operations. Welcome to Plus Ultra! We hope we can become your family.”

Even though there were only two people in your cohort, Ochako sounded like she was giving a speech to a whole crowd. It was impressive.

You’d typically groan at the cheesy family term—like, family where bitch?—but Ochako seemed so sincere that you almost felt bad. Almost.

You exchanged a look with the purple-haired dude next to you - he subtly shrugged with one shoulder. Good to know you both were mildly apprehensive about the sheer amount of good-natured cheer seeping out of Ochako’s pores.

“Let’s talk about company culture. You’ve probably already met our Office Manager, Hawks, during your interviews. Hawks is incredible and you’ll love him. He’s the reason why our company is fun to work at.” You nodded - you could see that. Your interviews had gone well, but you noticed that Hawks had brought a certain levity and smoothness to the part that he had conducted.

“We have a bi-weekly happy hour and quarterly cultural event. Budget is allocated per function or project pod so you can do whatever you want—within reason, of course,” Ochako chuckled. All right, alcohol and party money! It felt like the adult version of being bribed with free pizza in college. Looks like some things never changed.

“We have a keg in office but we encourage all of you not to abuse it. Only two drinks maximum per day. And have at it after hours but do not consume alcohol if you cannot behave appropriately.” Ochako paused and then smiled, but it felt more like a warning. It sent a shudder down your spine. You were sure there was a story there, but you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to know what it was when it put such a sharp expression on Ochako’s face.

“Since we are a growing company, our PTO is modest. You’ll have 15 days a year, with three sick days. There are 10 holiday days, with one of them being a floating holiday decided by management at the start of each calendar year, although it usually ends up being sometime around Thanksgiving or Christmas.” She covered the insurance policy briefly, as well. You nodded as you jotted this information down.

Ochako paused and her eyes flicked down to the notes in front of her before she continued. You were surprised, as you were sure that she had given this speech many times before. Then again, you understood the occasional brain fart. If nothing else, it made Ochako more human in your eyes, instead of a borderline ethereal HR entity.

“Why don’t we go around the room and get to know each other? Name, title, team. Basic stuff. Then we want to know your favorite vegetable and workout!”

You groaned internally. Was this the penance you’d have to pay working for a health and fitness-oriented startup? It felt like you already had done so much to seem health oriented. Before your interview, you even bought an Ultrabit in a panic to make it look like you used the product. You fiddled with the “smart fitness product that helped improve personal health metrics” on your wrist.

“I’ll be a Junior Account Manager.” You introduced yourself before continuing to describe your role. “I’m not sure which team yet—” stupid NDAs; it was fun not knowing what you’ll be working on until starting day— “but I’m excited to join Plus Ultra! My favorite vegetable is brussel sprouts and I love running.”

“What’s your favorite dessert?” Ochako asked. “Can’t be totally healthy all the time!”

You paused and thought about it. Look, dessert was great but you were honestly just making money to fund your boba addiction. “Does boba count? ‘Cause boba.”

“I love boba too! We should get boba sometime,” Ochako casually remarked. The comment gave you whiplash.

Oh, wow. Gotta remember that you don’t work at a place with a clear hierarchy anymore. You smiled and nodded. Ochako seemed nice, and maaaaybe she could give you the lowdown on the prime boba spots nearby.

Purple-haired dude absentmindedly rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m Shinsou. I’ll be starting on the IT team as an IT Support Specialist.” Support specialist, huh? Sounded like code for a poorly-paid errand runner, and you hoped for his sake that your interpretation was wrong.

You took a moment to look at him closely, your eyes traveling from the top of his head, down the rest of his face, pausing at his shoulders before taking in his general composure. He had wild, slightly gelled up purple hair, and under-eye bags so deep they could be luggage. He carried the unfortunate air of a creature of the night forced to participate in society.

Underneath that veneer, you could sense that he had a snarky vibe. He reminded you of your roommate in some ways, which made sense. You had heard of Shinsou through the roomie but had not met him in the flesh before today.

“I like ants on a log. My favorite workout is either aerial silks or bicycling. One of these is a lie.” Ahhh, there was the snark. He paused, leaning back in his chair a fraction.

“And my favorite dessert is lavender ice cream.” This was spoken almost as though he was a little unwilling to share. Either way - nice. You could respect color coordination.

“Nice to meet y’all! Again, my name is Ochako and I’m HR. My favorite vegetables are carrots, I love going rock climbing and my favorite dessert is mochi ice cream.” Ochako beamed. Huh, made sense. She kinda reminded you of a bunny with her straight blinding white teeth and rosy cheeks. You wondered if they were natural or brought to you by Invisalign.

“It’s cool to meet you. Mochi is great,” Shinsou offered. He stretched and spun his chair once.

“Yeah! Thank you for going through this presentation with us,” you smiled at Ochako. She returned your smile as she stacked her notecards together and turned off the laptop in the conference room.

“Alright! Now that introductions are over, you can meet your managers over there.” She gestured to someone behind you.

You looked over and it was the blonde guy from your interview. Hizashi, you think? He enthusiastically waved at you with a bright grin.

Grabbing your onboarding stuff, you left the conference room and walked over to greet him. He felt like an oversized golden retriever just bursting with energy. Between him and Ochako, you weren’t sure how you’d survive; they gave you strong Morning People vibes and you very much were not part of that group.

“Hey! Hizashi, right?”

“Yeah, yeah!” He lit up more than you thought possible at the fact that you remembered his name. It blinded you. “You can call me Mic though. How was your orientation?”

“It was good! Learned a lot of fun facts.” Mostly food facts, but that was all that really mattered.

“Let me show you your desk, get your headshot taken and then we’ll get started on team introductions and training, ‘kay?” Mic rattled off. He clapped his hands together and rubbed them with glee.

You grinned back, hoping to match Mic’s level of joy.

He walked you through a maze of people sitting at their desks typing away. Some were chatting, but most were focused on the task at hand.

You tried to keep your soul from instantly recoiling in disgust. Ugh, open floor plans. You knew what you were getting into by interviewing at a baby startup, but the reality still made you cringe.

Just think about why you were here and where it could take you. You’ve seen worse. Open floor plans ain’t shit.

They.

Ain’t.

Shit.

(This would become your mantra whenever you felt eyes upon you.)

Overall, the vibe felt pretty welcoming, but that was from the outside looking in. You would see how this impression held up a couple of weeks into the job.

As you walked, Mic pointed out the kitchen, vending machines, and various doors decorating the edges of the room that led to conference rooms, C-level offices, customer offices, and other various and sundry rooms.

As you approached the heart of the wide room, he pointed out the various teams before gesturing to a cluster of ten white tables. “You’ll be sitting over here with our project pod. Looks like they’ve gone on their typical coffee run. You’ll meet them soon enough!”

You gulped, seized by a flash of nerves as you looked at the random assortment of stuff on everybody’s desks. You spotted:

Five succulents, a cute crocheted superhero plush and a stack of clearly abused notebooks

You swore you saw multiple veggie mini-figurines but they were obscured by a monitor and cookbooks

The tidiest desk you’ve ever seen, stationary so neatly laid out it was almost a work of art, and a picture of a smiling man

Krav maga gear and a jump rope. Motivational quotes littered the person’s monitor

A desk tear-off pinup calendar omg

Pretty sakura blossom reusable Starbucks cup, a Muji campus notebook, and colorful pens

Nothing, not even dust. Just three monitors and a laptop

Washi tape and what must be a bullet journal and a pyramid of stacked oranges

Mic pointed at the empty desk next to a desk that had headphones that looked like they cost more than your actual life and merch from a popular podcast on it. “You’ll be sitting next to me! Put that hoodie on so we can take your headshot.”

You dropped your orientation materials on your brand spanking new desk and scrambled to throw on your company branded hoodie, as Mic was already halfway across the room at a makeshift photoshoot area.

Before you knew it, a photo had been taken and you prayed that a.) it was better than your driver’s license photo, b.) you weren’t blinking, and c.) you didn’t have a stupid or murderous look on your face.

You glanced over your photo and sighed in relief as you gave Mic a thumbs up. With that done, he led you back to the desk cluster.

By this time, it seemed like your new teammates had returned, cheerfully chatting with each other with drinks in hand. You were dying to know which desk belonged to whom.

Mic joined the group like a bowling ball scattering pins.

“Welcome back, y’all!” he boomed, introducing you by name. “Here’s your new junior account manager.”

He turned to look at you, with a glint in his eyes, “You’ll be working on Project U-A.”

#bnha slice of life #bnha startup!AU #bnha office!AU #bnha business!AU #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #pomoboba writes #ghost writes #bnha humor #bnha crack

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Congrats on 100! Can I have ✨ blurb for George weasley please? Where he has a crush on the reader and he’s all shy & stuttering

Thankyou so much!

Here's your fic:)

Stuttering secrets

George Weasley was not known to be the quiet sort. He was loud and bold and outspoken, though not as much as his twin brother Fred. So when he developed a crush so strong that he couldn't form a coherent sentence around the girl, he became the butt of all the jokes among his brothers and sister.

The girl he liked was a pretty (hair colour) (y/h/n) named y/n l/n She was like George in many ways and the two got along very well. They weren't as good friends as George and Lee were but they were close, so when y/n saw a change in George's behaviour around her she got suspicious. She tried to ask Fred what was up with him multiple times but he just laughed and walked away.

Meanwhile as George sat with Lee and Fred in their dorm, he sighed, "Oh why can't I find the courage to ask her out! She's so pretty and amazing and I can't help but forget how to think around her." Fred snickered at his brother. "That's it. You're asking y/n out tomorrow."

The next day after potions, Fred pushed George toward y/n and motioned him to ask her out. George gulped and tapped her shoulder. "H-hey y/n, i-i was w-wondering if you uh you could uh um give me your potions notes? Yeah um that's it." He said nervously. She looked a bit deflated after he finished his sentence but smiled and said, " Yes ofcourse! Here it is. Give it back to me soon alright?" She patted his shoulder and left.

"you idiot!" Fred yelled at his brother. "I know!" "You're doing it the next time you see her or I swear I'll ask y/n out for you!" "NO! I'll do it myself." "Good."

The next time George saw y/n was after their last period of the day. She was heading toward the black lake with her notes in hand. George nervously walked beside her trying to get her attention. "Hey George, what brings you here?" "Uh I um I actually uh w-wanted to a-ask you something..." "Go ahead.." "will you go uh I mean will you help me with potions?" "Uh sure. How about right now?" George nodded and ran to the potions room.

When y/n got there started explaining the properties of the potion they were doing in class. George seemed to know everything and y/n started to get suspicious. "George you know everything, why have you asked for my help?" "To be honest? I've developed a huge crush on you since a while now and I can't get you out if my head. Finally Fred convinced me to ask you out but I kept chickening out and changing the topic but I guess here I am now confessing my feelings for you." He chuckled shyly. "oh George you don't know how long I've waited to hear those words from you. I really like you too." She grinned.

"really?" "Yes" "can I kiss you?" Y/n nodded and they slowly moved toward each other and pressed their lips together. It was soft and sweet. It was perfect. They pressed the foreheads together and looked into each other's eyes. "I think I'm in love with you." George whispered. "I think I'm lovr with you too."

******

I hope you liked that nonnie!

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sunflowersunshinevol6 · 4 years

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Pomegranate

Part One

Pairing: Harry Styles x OC

Warnings: gang activity, drinkng

Summary: A retelling of the myth of Hades and Persephone with a modern mob twist.

Word Count: 4.1k

Stephanie has spent the first twenty four years of her life sht in away from the world by her worriesome mother, who refuses to let anyone hurt her daughter after her lovr abandoned them. But when Harry Styles, one of the big three Olympi ‘brothers’, stumbles upon her, he has to have her, at whatever cost

A/N: I really loved this one. It’s one of my favorites. I hope you guys enjoy it. PLEASE send me feedback, questions and asks are always appreciated. Love you all!

“What if the real story was completely different? What if it was Persephone in control and not Hades at all? What if she was bored of the flowers, discontent with her situation and wanted to make more of her life than the grass and trees could offer her?”

-Nikita Gill

24 years ago

Demetra shook as the tears rolled down her face. Her fingers flexing on the steering wheel as she watched Zeke kiss Hellen again. Every look of fondness, every touch, was another stab to her broken heart.

She watched them enter their home, as the door shut all the promises he had made to her falling down all around her, she placed a hand on her swelling belly, rubbing in smooth and slow circles. She hated him. She hated men.

“I promise you little one….You will never ever feel this pain.” she narrowed her eyes as she put her car in drive. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Present Day

“Find me in the garden there, meet my eyes with lovely stare, take my heart and take my love, a wonder of my life,” Stephanie sang quietly to herself as she brushed her long black hair. Today was an important day for her and she wanted to look her best, it was the day her mother would be bringing her into the family business and teaching her how to run it. She gazed at her face in the ornate gold mirror on her vanity, studying her features, trying to gauge if she looked like a mature woman or rather a scared little girl.

She felt like a scared little girl.

The family business was ruthless, cutthroat. And she had never been one for cruelty, she had a kind soul as her mother would say. But a kind soul could weaken the Kingdom they built, and as a woman, this high up, anyone was looking for an excuse to snatch the Kingdom keys from them.

Stephanie had never been told exactly what it was her mother did, but she knew people feared her. Overhearing phone conversations and hiding under the table at dinner parties, she heard the way people spoke to her and the way she spoke to them. She knew what her mother did was dangerous and she knew it was a big responsibility for her, to make sure she held the Kingdom up with as much grace and cutthroat as her mother did.

She just wasn’t sure she had it in her.

“Never trust men. Men are cruel, evil. Once they get what they want from you, they toss you aside.” her mother brushed her fingers along Stephanie’s cheek fondly. “That’s why I have to keep you hidden away. To keep you safe.”

Her mother’s words rang in her mind.

She never knew her father. Her mother never spoke of him. The only thing she knew was that he headed an organization that worked in conjunction with theirs. She didn’t know if he knew of her existence or if he and her mother ever worked directly together. Any attempts to ask about him were shut down swiftly and harshly.

“Stephanie?” her mother’s voice rang through the door, accompanied by a light knock. Stephanie stood, smoothing down her pink and yellow sundress as Demetra opened the door. “Oh look at you.” she smiled wide, making Stephanie feel proud, Demetra locked her arm through her daughter’s, pulling her out of the room. “Are you excited today?”

“Yeah, it’ll be nice to go out and see what you do.” Demetra was an overprotective mother. When Zeke, Stephanie’s father, went back to his wife and abandoned them, she vowed her daughter would never experience the hurt and rejection she had faced. And so, Stephanie had been homeschooled, had limited access to the outside world and people. Her friends were her books and her films. She had been hidden away.

A guard stood outside the front door, and one stood next to a white buick with the backdoor open. Stephanie held her mother’s hand as they walked to the car.

“Hi!” Stephanie said pleasantly, the guard only nodded, shutting the door after Demetra climbed in beside her daughter.

“The Warehouse please.” she said to the driver. The man started the car and Stephanie looked outside with fascination.

“I’ve never left the property before.” she said absentmindedly, Demetra only smiled, extending her hand to her daughter.

“I know you’ve waited years for this.”

-*-*-*-

“What do you mean you can’t find him Niall? That’s your job.” Harry turned away from the boxer practicing, he was going to ring necks if someone didn’t find Hayden, and they better find him fast.

“Look all I know is that Amelia said he was going to Demetra to drop some product off and then he’s going to Zeke. I can text Zeke-”

“No,” Harry interrupted, grabbing his coat, Alan was a winner, he would be the one to bet on in the fight so he wasn’t worried. Business before pleasure. “I’ll go to Demetra’s Warehouse, maybe catch him outside.” he ended the call after Niall said good bye.

Harry had been apart of the Olympi Gang since he came to America. It felt like years ago he’d arrived with dreams of being a musician, but rejection after rejection left him heartbroken and destitute. That’s when he’d met Louis, another Brit from Doncaster,a sassy motherfucker who had helped him learn how to navigate the streets and do what needed to be done to survive. His initiation had been one hell of a beating, but he got that OG tattoo the very next day, busted eye lid, cracked ribs and all. The pain had been worth it. He’d moved up quickly, hustling with his good looks and charm. Zeke had said he was born for this when he finally made him one of the ‘brothers’. He was the youngest-by years. But he had sharp tongue and a wisdom of the streets that couldn’t be matched. He couldn’t even remember why he really came here in the first place.

But only sometimes.

Demetra’s territory was on the other side of the city. Rural area. The last place you’d expect major operations like theirs to go down. But she had a green thumb, and worked her magic in gardens, growing vegetables and fruits, grains, flowers, she single handedly fed the city with her crops, having bought out all the farming land. It was the perfect cover.

-*-*-*-

The car pulled into the warehouse parking lot. ‘Demeter Organics’ was painted in bright red above the warehouse doors, trucks were being loaded, people were walking about here and there. Stephanie was excited and amazed, she had never seen so many people in her life.

“Come on sweetheart,” Demetra said, touching her daughter’s arm lightly as the car door was opened. Stephanie followed her mother out, taking her hand once again as Demetra led the way into the warehouse.

Stephanie was amazed. It was huge, large fluorescent lights hanging overhead, people standing at tables or on forklifts, lifting and loading boxes, shelves stacked high with an assortment of things. As Stephanie looked around she could see many of the people were manufacturing weapons. Demetra cleared her throat, grabbing her daughter’s attention.

“I know this must all be overwhelming for you,” she said, walking Stephanie down between the isles of workers. No one dared look up, everyone continuing to work hard as they walked by. “I want you to know I’m not a bad person. When your father and I started this years ago...This,” she waved at the workers around them. “Is what we had to do to survive. To thrive….All of it for you.” She smiled at her daughter. “But as the years past I was able to step out on my own. To create something of great value to this city and the world.” The stopped outside another door. Demetra turned to Stephanie, taking her daughter’s hands in hers. “Are you ready?” she asked. Stephanie’s hard was pounding.

“Im ready mom.” a guard opened the door behind them. It creaked and groaned as it moved, the warm summer breeze hitting Stephanie’s face, as sunlight shone in.

“Welcome to the garden Stephie,” her mother pulled her outside.

Two large greenhouses stood side by side. Men in white suits with netted hats, tended to bees just to the left of them and beyond that was fields of vegetation. Tractors pulled and people picked fresh food and flowers, working at benches to clean and package the fruit. The smell in the air, the heavy scent of flower perfumes invaded her senses. She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face.

“It’s beautiful.” she whispered in awe. Demetra wrapped an arm around her, kissing the side of her head.

“I know I’ve been difficult. But everything I’ve done was to protect you.” She let go of her. “But now I think you’re old enough. All this,” she waved a hand at the beauty around her. “It’s yours. The workers work for you. Everything but the business deals and contracts you are in control of.” She looked around in wonder.

“Thank you momma.” she hugged her mother tightly, burying her face in her shoulder.

“Hello Ms. Demetra.” Stephanie turned her head to see an older woman with thinning white hair and wrinkles walked up to them. She shook Demetra’s hand, before turning her grey eyes to Stephanie. “You must be Stephanie. Pretty as a lily you are,” her hand felt rough and hard, she was a woman used to hard laboring.

“Hello,” Stephanie chirped with a grin. Demetra watched her daughter with fondness.

“This is Annabeth. She’ll be working directly under you. Whenever you have a question or need something go to her.” Stephanie nodded, glancing behind her mother to see a security guard approaching.

“Ms. Demetra, Hayden is here to see you.” Demetra let go of her daughter.

“Alright. Set him in my office,” she touched Stephanie’s cheek gently. “Are you going to be alright?” Stephanie nodded, stepping back away from her mother.

“I’ll be fine. I want to explore the garden if that’s alright?” Demetra chuckled.

“Of course.I’ll find you when we’re done.”

-*-*-*-

Harry pulled up at the back of the Warehouse. Whenever he came to visit Demetra, he always went through the garden entrance. Something about it felt so comforting and familiar. Maybe it had to do with his mom, he wasn’t sure, but Demetra could be a handful and he needed the walk to relax.

Soft giggling met his ears when he shut the car door. It was a beautiful sound, like a melody. he looked over into the sunflowers, blooming proudly and felt himself take in a sharp breath.

The girl was like a vision. He watched as she walked through the flowers, touching them gently, with reverence, her long dark curls flowing behind her. She was barefoot, in a pink and yellow dress, it was the simplest thing, and it made his heart pound. Never had he felt that way before.

He didn’t realize he had approached her until she gasped, startled by his appearance.

“I’m sorry,” he said, she had beautiful dark eyes and full pouty lips that were turned down as she frowned at him. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

She smiled, “It’s alright.” he liked that it met her eyes, he watched her visibly relax. “Do you work here? In the garden?” he shook his head.

“No. Actually I’m here to see Demetra.” he stepped closer, unable to keep much distance from her. There was something warm and safe about her. He wanted to be around her and feel like this always.

“She’s talking with Hayden right now.” So he is here. That was good. Harry could see the freckles beneath her eyes, that crossed the bridge of her nose. His hand twitched, he wanted to touch her, caress her face, play with her hair. Was this what love at first sight was? He hoped so. He smiled down at her. It was small and private. Just for her.

"What is your name?" He asked, reaching up to brush his fingers against her rosy cheek. He couldn't help it, he hadn't meant to. But there was something about her that made him weak. Weak in the knees. He would do whatever she asked, no request was to great.

"Stephanie. I'm Demetra's daughter."

"Oh?" He was surprised, "I didn't know she had a daughter." The girl blushed, looking away from him and down at her feet. She was good. So sweet.

"She kept me hidden very well." There was slight pause, he studied her features, big brown doe eyes, looking anywhere but at him, soft pink, pillowy lips, long lashes, she had the cutest little nose, golden brown skin. She was soft. He wanted nothing more than to take her home with him.

"Look at me little one." He put his finger under her chin, tilting her face to look up at him. Their eyes met once more and he watched as her body visibly relaxed at his touch. She was astounding. "You are....a masterpiece." He leaned down, nose brushing against hers. He could hear her heart pounding in her chest-

"Steph!" Harry pulled back sharply as she whipped her head around. Hayden was making his way towards them, a suspicious look on his face.

"Hayden," Stephanie's cheeks were full on red with embarrassment now, hands clasped behind her back. Hayden put a protective arm around her shoulder.

"Your mother asked me to take you to Hollyn. We've been looking for you." He turned his eyes to Harry, stood expressionless. "Harry."

"Hayden....please come see me after you're done here with Demetra. I have some packages for you." His expression changed when he looked back as Stephanie, it softened. "It was lovely to meet you my dear." She smiled. It was breath taking.

"Likewise Mr. Styles." Hayden steered her away, back into the large warehouse, once out of earshot, he gripped her arm.

"You listen to me Stephie. You stay away from him. Understand?"

"But he was so nice. He was kind. Why?"

"Just remember your mother's teachings. And stay away from that man."

Harry called Zeke as soon as he got into his car.

"What?" Zeke's tone was annoyed, Harry heard the whimpering of some poor fool in the background.

"Did you know Demetra had a daughter?" He asked, he heard the sound of bones cracking and a scream of agony.

"Yes. She's my daughter. What of it?" Harry felt his blood run cold. It had taken him years as an affiliate to gain the position he had now, as one of the kingpins of this organization, but he still worked under Zeke. He would have to be careful.

"Nothing I just....I was surprised is all." He finally said, chewing his bottom lip nervously.

"She's beautiful isn't she?" Zeke asked, a fondness Harry had never heard in his tone before.

"Yeah. She really is."

"Harry? Do you like where you are? Your position in my family?"

"Yes. I'm grateful for it. I worked hard you know that."

"I do." Zeke hummed. "So let me give you some advice. You want to last long with us, you stay away from my daughter."

-*-*-*-

The ride to Hollyn’s house was quiet.” Stephanie thought about what Hayden had said. He didn’t press the issue and when they said good bye to her mother he didn’t mention their encounter with Harry Styles. So she kept silent, hand on her chin, gazing out the window and soaking in the new sights all around her.

Hollyn lived in a little cottage in a neat suburban area. There was a lake and forest behind her house. When Stephanie was little she would bring trinkets and spells for her that she made herself. And pictures of the cottage so she could picture it in her mind. She was a self proclaimed witch and healer but was also Stephanie’s God mother and dearest friend.

“We’re here.” Hayden said. He pulled up beside the cottage. It was cobblestoned, ivy climbing high up the side, the terrace wrapped in blood red roses, shrubs covered the front yard, a willow tree hanging over the roof. And fairy lights, leading all the way up to the house.

“Wow.” Stephanie whispered, going to unbuckle her seatbelt.

“Stephi.” Hayden put his hand over hers, she looked up into his hazel eyes. “You know...I’ve known you for years...what I said about Harry...I just want to keep you safe.” Stephanie leaned forward, kissing his cheek lightly.

“I know Hayden. My mom couldn’t have gotten on without you. I love you too.” With that she hopped out of the car, bounding up the steps to her Godmother’s house.

-*-*-*-

“Did you know Demetra had a daughter?” Harry asked Niall. They sat in his living room, watching football, Niall shrugged, taking a sip of his beer.

“I mean, doesn’t everyone in this bloody gang have kids?” Harry rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious.” He couldn’t get her out of his head. “Nobody even knew. How fucking crazy is that? She kept her hidden.”

“Not to be an ass but why do you care so much?”

“I don’t.” Harry defended, he could feel himself blushing, Niall giving him a knowing smile. He licked his lips. “She’s Zeke’s daughter.” Niall raised his eyebrows at that.

“My advice as your friend then...stay the hell away from her H. That can and will only bring trouble.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Harry snorted. “I just wondered if you knew.” They watched the rest of the game quietly, only commenting on it here and there. When it was over Niall stood up to leave.

“You doin’ the ball thing tonight?” Harry rolled his eyes. Of course he was. He was one of the Big Three. Any major event he would be in attendance. “You bringing Marlene with you?” Marlene. The girl he fucked on the regular. Not his girlfriend, but familiar enough she usually went with him to events like the Ball.

“Of course.” Harry said. Niall gave him a cheeky grin.

“Just checking.”

Alone with himself Harry’s thoughts went back to Stephanie. The way his stomach flipped when he pictured her face made his hands twitch. Why did he have to want the one person he could never have.

-*-*-*-

“Welcome home Stephi.” Hollyn said, embracing her Goddaughter gently. Stephanie held onto her, breathing in the familiar smells of Frankincense and lavender. She felt like she was home.

Hollyn was older, around Demetra’s age. Her hair was jet black, tight curls that ran down her between her shoulder blades, and was always frizzy. Never one for makeup, her skin was smooth and soft, albeit there were some crows feet around her brown eyes. She always wore tank tops and long flowing skirts, gems dangled off her body. She was the most magical person Stephanie knew.

The house smelled of patchouli and sage. Plants grew and hung all over the place. Stephanie felt an odd calmness fall over her as Hollyn led her to the living room. She took the Laz-boy, while Hollyn sat on the couch.

“So how are you? Today was your first day off the grounds.” Hollyn smiled. She loved Demetra dearly, but felt her helicopter parenting style was harmful. It broke her heart to never be able to take Stephi anywhere. A real life Rapunzel, except her mother wasn’t evil, just afraid.

“It was so exciting!” Stephanie gushed, her face lighting up. She talked about the garden and her mother believing she could do a good job managing it and how she couldn’t wait to get started.

“It’s all so new I just...I want her to be proud.” Hollyn smiled.

“I’m glad Stephi. Truly.”

“Hollyn?” Stephanie asked nervously. “Do you know who Harry Styles is?” she watched Hollyn stiffen, she sighed, setting her cup of tea down.

“I do….You met him today?” Stephanie nodded. “You like him don’t you?”

“N...No! Of course not!” Hollyn chuckled, amused at how red her Goddaughter’s face went.

“I would never tell you what to do. You’re a woman now. You make your choices but,” Hollyn lifted a finger, a small smile on her lips. “I caution you my dear. Just be careful. I’ve heard things. Though I’ve never met him, so who’s to say they’re true. I just ask you to use your head as well as your heart.”

“You make it sound like we’re dating.” Stephanie said playfully. Hollyn shrugged.

“Call it an old woman’s intuition.” she laughed. “Now,” she stood up, walking around to extend her hand to Stephanie. “Did your mother tell you why I wanted you here?” she shook her head. “The Summer ball is tonight. And you, my darling, are going.” Hollyn flinched as Stephanie let out a squeal, throwing herself at her Godmother.

“How many strings did you have to pull?!” Hollyn nuzzled Stephanie’s nose affectionately.

“A true witch never tells.”

-*-*-*-

Harry checked himself over in the mirror. A lavender colored suit with black velvet flower designs. He liked this one a lot. He was adjusting his pants when a soft knock on the door let him know his date had arrived.

Marlene was a lower level dealer, but she was cute and they had met at a party about a year or so back. She was blonde, with green eyes and beautiful red lips. Some likened her to Marilyn Monroe. Harry didn’t really care, she was a good fuck.

“Hey.” Marlene leaned up to kiss him, sighing when he cupped her cheek and kissed her back, but he wasn’t into it. Stephanie’s face flashed in his mind and he wondered what it would be like if he had kissed her. How soft would her lips be?

“Hello love,” Harry said, pulling back to take a look at her. Red bodycon dress, with matching pumps and a clutch, didn’t really match him, but they weren’t a thing so that didn’t matter.

“You ready to go?” she asked. “The driver is waiting downstairs. Harry nodded, locking his apartment behind him.

The balls were usually held at Zeke and Hellen’s home. A mansion on the outskirts of town in a gated community. Harry could have been their neighbor. But he liked his little loft apartment and the noise the city made at night.It was his lullaby.

The house was already bustling with activity, lights shining in the driveway as couples chatted, and butlers served horderves. The gang would have these parties once every season, to bring the ‘family’ all together and to discuss how the business was running,the profit turns and fatalities.

Hollyn squeezed Stephanie’s hand as their car pulled up outside of Zeke and Hellen’s house.

“You look beautiful.” Hollyn complimented her. Stephanie took a shaky breath.

“I’m nervous.” she confessed. Hollyn chuckled, brushing hair back out of her Goddaughter’s face.

“Don’t be. You’ve got this.”

The Ball was in full swing. Harry stood with Marlene on his hip, talking politely with Zayn and his girlfriend. A few more minutes of chatter and maybe he could convince Marlene it was time for them to head back to his place. He had some big shipments coming up and exhaustion wouldn’t be an excuse if he fucked things up.

“Oh my God.” Gigi gasped, she was pointing at someone behind the group. “Who’s that?” when Harry turned, he had to force his jaw not to drop to the floor.

It was Stephanie, Demetra’s daughter, coming down the staircase with Hollyn, arm in arm. She wore a simple white dress with spaghetti straps and a slit that went just above the knee on the left side. It looked soft, like it was made of silk, white sandals on her feet, her toes and fingers painted a baby pink. Her hair was pulled into a simple messy, but classy bun and the only makeup he could see on her face was the ruby red lip stain on her lips.

Stephanie’s heart was pounding as she ascended the stairs with her Godmother. She held onto Hollyn tightly, terrified she would fall over. She could feel the eyes on her and when she did look up she saw a pair of familiar green eyes staring back at her, her heart fluttered and her lips parted in a silent gasp. Harry looked as handsome as he had in trousers, a black t shirt and sunglasses. She couldn’t help but smile at him and give him a little wave. And her stomach flipped when he gave her the tiniest smile back and winked.

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles one shot #harry styles x reader #harry styles friends to lovers #harry styles serial killer au #hs #hs imagine #hs one shot

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bakusoftie · 5 years

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What would the LOV's reactions be to Kurogiri warping in a new recruit for the League and when she sees them all she whispers over to Kurogiri (quite loudly), "Sir, I'm sorry but I don't want to join your f*cking circus."

I FUCKING LOVR THIS REQUEST PFFFTTTT

Kurogiri

Giran was the one who found you and recruited you for the league and since he never let the league down, he thought you’d be a good fit

But

The moment you got warped into some broke ass ‘Bar Rescue’ reject

You just straight up was like

“Hell the fuck nah”

“Y’all bitches ugly as fuck”

“There’s no fucking way I’m going this freak show”

“Please say sike”

Kurogiri was so offended like he care out here to have a good time and

You call his bar

uGLy?!?

He’s so tempted to slap you upside the head with his $1000 Versace shoes but

You ain’t even worth it

He’ll give you one more try

“Bruh why that man look like Barney fucked a oil diffuser”

kurogiri : 😲

Dabi

He’s a Todoroki so of course he’s gonna clap back

Dabi: I thought we asked for a villain but it seems like you’re just a clown

“Bitch, who the fuck are you called a clown? You look like the burnt McDonald’s French fry that nobody wants to eat so they just leave it when they go to throw it away. I bet you’re used to being thrown away though lmao”

bitch

you did not have to expose him

I mean you right

his face says ‘daddy issues’ all over it

He kinda likes you though

You call shit out like it is and don’t hold anything back

He kind wants to burn you alive for that last comment tho

All the league members know not to bring up the topic of fathers but you out here trying to say his eyes remind you of Endeavwhore

Take it back a notch, sweaty

he’ll make you the burnt French fry

She thinks you’re cute at first

and then you open your mouth

And now she wants to make you even cuter by spreading your blood all over face

“Why is this blonde bitch staring at me like a fucking cat? Y’all get your fucking nico nico nee THOT out my face.

aw you said she looks like a cat

cats = cute

awww you called her cute !!!

Now she really wants to get her knife and go to work on you

especially if you struggle

nothing you say will offend her because she just thinks that your way of wanting to be best friends

“I will pull your raggedy ass buns out your hair if you don’t stop pointing that knife at my asscheeks, little bitch

Shigaraki

he thinks you’re an annoying pest

he wants to lay all five fingers to your throat and watch you shut the fuck up forever

you took one look at him and said “ew.”

“Is that a fucking hand on your face? Damn you must be mad ugly if you have to put that nasty ass rotting flesh over it like how the fuck do you breathe?”

how dare you insult Father?!?

that’s his job, bitch

If he ever decides to take it off,,well

“HAHAHA I WAS RIGHT YOU ARE SO UGLY OH MY KAMISAMA PUT IT BACK ON AND PUT SOME DAMN CHAPSTICK AND LOTION ON WHILE YOURE AT IT”

kurogiri warp this ignorant slut away from his sight before he attacc

he honestly cannot believe someone can be so stupid to call the leader of the League of Villains ugly

“Crusty, you ain’t the leader...All For One is.”

he about to end your whole life

R U N

Twice

(this is the first time I’ve written for him ugh this is cringe)

“wow that person is really mean...fucking bitch”

“Who the fuck are you calling a bitch, you Great Value Deadpool wanna-be”

you hurt his feelings

like he cry 😢

he’s baby and he sensitive

don’t do this to him

“And your costume looks like the fucking leather suit from American Horror Story like I’m kinky but you’re on a whole new level”

BITCH

HE MADE THIS COSTUME HIMSELF

just

get the fuck out of his sight, peasant

#league of villains x reader #league of villains #dabi x reader #bnha #boku no hero academia #toga himiko #dabi #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura #kurogiri x reader #twice #jin bubaigawara #bnha x reader

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eitelle · 3 years

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hey! i was wondering if i could get a hq matchup? im 5’4, bisexual, an enfp, cancer sun scorpio moon virgo rising, my favorite color is either green or pink n my fav food is fried rice! to describe myself im basically like, really sarcastic in a to tease my friends, but i’m still very nurturing. i also tend to be very indecscive but im doing my best! GSVSBSB to wrap this up so i dont just ramble, i love making playlists + theatre/acting! i hope this helps, and thank you so much!

HIHI!! so i was writing something for u amd i mf forgot to save but its ok!! u remind me a lot of iwa just sweeter, so ive matched you with: oikawa tōru!!

ok so some hcs:

ok so yall yell at each other bc u both overwork too much :(

def have like such petty arguments pls

fangirls would def like adore you idk why i just feel like it

some would hate u but u cant please everyone 🙄👎

HE MAKES U MAKE PLAYLISTS FOR YOU TWO!!

will help u recite lines when practicing for an audition

he teaches u how to interact w iwa who teaches u how to spike so u can help oikawa w late night practices 🥳👍

mad dog likes u.

and tolerates oikawa bc of u

kinda scared hr using him sometimes but then u ✨ h u m b l e ✨ him so then he remembers youll never be a fangirl 😭🤚

yall are like that it couple that are so cute but mot super popular but also rly popular at the same time

P. D. A. ALL DAY EVERYDAY.

learns how to cook for u <3

very cute couple and he def calls u princess or baby

HIS FITS>>>>>

imagine: tw: angst ｜genre: hurt/comfort

its 11:34 pm and tōru oikawa the “grand king” was still not in your bed with cuddles like he normally was. of course as his girlfriend of 1.5 years, you knew him and he knew you. so u called iwa.

“haji?” you question once the ace picks up after the second attempt of calling him. “is oiks there?” already dreading the answer.

“oh... hey,” you hear iwa say obviously mouthing something to someone near him. “uh- yeah. he is,” he admits with a sigh.

you quickly hang up, keys already in ur hand as u drive to aoba johsais gym. once you arrive iwa is standing by the door, a faint hearing of volleyballs being dribbled on the gym floor and a smack: tōru’s favorite serve. you nod at iwa telling him silently, ‘you can go ive got this. dont worry, im so beating his ass.’

as you storm inside you dont see ur confident, cocky, gorgeous boyfriend practicing serves as you thought you would. instead you see a shell of the man you know, someone staring at their hands seeming to bear the weight of the world on their shoulders frim their posture. as you see what was happening, him comparing himself to kageyama, all anger lf him overworking himself were long forgotten as you rush to him, hugging him as he let out a sob that wracked through his body.

“am i- am i just not good enough princess?” he asks, the chocolate haired setters normally clear eyes swarming with unshed tears. “wouldnt u like someone like iwa more?”

you shush the setter and hug him murmuring how much you love him, why you love him, and why u dint love anyone else.

by the end of the night in the car, oikawa driving, music is blasting, the two of you are singing along; until u yell out of the blue “GODDAMNIT TOORU NEVER EVER DO THAT AGAIN OK I LOVR YOU SO MUCH AND UR OVERWORKING URSELF AGAIN. I WILL MURDER U IF U KEEP DOING THAT.” as oikawa looks at you with admiration and fear in his eyes. “now keep ur eyes on the road goddamnit.”

and the two of you drove home to cuddle some more, conflict resolved.

BRO???? ARTBREEDER!!!

SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG ANON🙄👍 HOPE U ENJOYED !!

#michelles 60 follower matchup event #this is one of my fav ones ive written for the imagine part of this event

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“Sayu, what on earth are you looking at?”

He glances back to look at her in confusion.

“Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” she lets out a slightly nervous giggle, “I just, um, zoned out a bit, I think.”

“Well… alright then.” He turns back to his work, leaving Sayu to continue staring at the back of his head. She honestly can’t help herself. The way he looks bent over his work. His dark hair (which is a bit longer than it was in high school) is a mess, the tips of his ears are a bit pink (it happens when he concentrates), and every so often his earrings will clink together making the prettiest sound. Sayu sighs and bites her lip to hold back a smile.

He’s gorgeous.

“Sayu, honestly why are you looking at me like that?” He turns around fully this time, and her breath is almost taken away at the realization that the front of his head is just as gorgeous as the back. With his bangs hanging over the front of his glasses, his deep, green eyes partially hidden. The sunlight shone just right and cast a glow over his entire face, highlighting the small freckles scattered along his cheeks. His tongue poked out just a bit from his lips (the same ones that Sayu is currently analyzing), and ran over his teeth.

“Sayu. Sayu! Snap out of it,” he chuckled a little and leaned back in his chair, “and my eyes are up here, darling.”

She pouts a little and turns away.

“Fine. Didn’t want to look at your stupid, pretty face anyways,” she mumbles, “didn’t want a kiss either.”

He laughs again and motions her forward. She rolls her eyes in protest, but obeys.

“If you wanted a kiss, you could’ve just asked for one, my love.” She almost retorts (wanted to wipe that stupidly attractive smirk off of his face), but is quickly cut off when Keiji pulls her face down, kisses her softly. When he finally pulls away he places his forehead on hers.

“Better?”

“Not quite, I think I need a few more.”

He laughs, then pulls her down to him again. Work didn't matter that much anyway.

-kuroo anon <<33

WHATNROFUE FKCOKC U CANG KFK IWHA TRBE FUCK I LOVE GOY THIS IS SOBCTE THANK YOU NONNIE I’M DOWN ON MY KNEES FOR YOU HELPFK I LOVE KEIJI I LOVR YOU I LOVE HIS NECK AND HIS HAIR AND HIS EARFJNGS AND HIM

#OH MY GOD #I AM SO UNWRLL BC OF THIS #I WILL NOT STOP THIBKING ABOIT IT #I CAN’T TYPE #SORRT IF YOU CAN’T COMPREHENDIY #SOBBING THANK YOU MY LOVE #kuroo anon <3 #from the stars #sayu’s fav

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whaticannotshowyou · 3 years

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Real softboi hours here: thoughts on you and age regressed lambert? The first time it happens is a lot, to watch such a big man act so vulnerable is unnerving, but youre determined to give your boyfriend the childhood he never had. Maybe you get him special pjs for when he has these episodes, or a big dog plush he can cuddle and suck his thumb as you pet his hair. He feels so safe with you watching over him, helping him bathe and cooking for him, relaxed even as his adult self, bc of you!!

Absolute softboy hours! This is so adorable 🥰😩 In love with this not gonna lie! Just... the first time he regresses is, as you said, a lot. Like, while I’m not much into the whole littlespace/caregiver scene I have some basics down and I would... be confused. But what can you do when your boyfriend is suddenly shrunking in on himself and just wants to be held?

Eventually we figure it out, a lot of talking and making sure we are not making one another uncomfortable. We trace it back to him being a witcher, where most of his stuff originates anyway, and his lack of a proper childhood. Particularly difficult days trigger his need to regress, to be carefree and happy and leave everything else behind. He is still very off about it happening around others, sometimes even behind closed doors at an inn being too much for him to let himself go into littlespace, but it’s okay. I ensure him he is safe with me, that I will take care of him no matter what or where.

But yes, Lambert having a pajama!!! Thise few times he regress at an inn I make sure to give him a proper bath, tickling his belly and blowing bubbles at him to see him giggle and smile. I get the dirt off him and towel him down, kissing his forehead(after asking him to be a good boy and bend down far enough so I can reach) before I take out his sleeping garments. While I am absolutely in lovr with modern au Lambert is a onesie, I think canon Lambert would have a nightgown. A white, thin, long and formless tunic with long arms, perfect for him to cuddle up in as I read him a short story from one of the books of tales I got him.

And a plushie? You are killing me. It’s a small, stuffed dog that we keep deep down in his backpack, but it has it’s wear and tears despite being cared for greatly. I would probably sew it together after some tantrums, the legs at different lengths and an eye a bit angled. But he loves it, come up to be and asks for his puppy with that shy pout and thanks me as he holds it close to his chest. And I like him playing with it at times, me getting back into our room with a tray of food and Lambert happily telling me what little story he made up with his dog. And I listen and smile, asks him about it and offers to play along, but only if he eats all his food.

As we travel together it becomes more of a given thing to happen, never questioned and Lambert slowly leaning into it as often as he’a comfortable to do so. He sits by my side as I cook over the campfire, asks to hold my hand in big cities when he feels littlespace creeping up, allowing himself to be little at Kaer Morhen because he knows I will take care of him and also give his pack a good, long talk if they dare to as much as comment on it.

#THIS MADE ME SOFT AND ALSO TENDER #answer #husband #sfw #💣

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coffeecomicsgalore · 4 years

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Unveiled Love

@smutember

Ao3

Chapter 15 – Naked Photo Shoot

“Fuck.” Adrien moaned out as he watched his fiance saunter towards him from the doorway. She wore a lacy gown, the fabric leaving nothing to the imagination, and Adrien knew he needed to save this image forever. He needed to document this momentous evening of becoming engaged to the love of his life with a photo of her beauty, and he would just save it in the secret photo album that he kept locked on his phone. Picking up the device, he turned on the camera app, pointing the lens towards her and took a picture.

“What are you doing, kitty?” Marinette called to him with a purr.

“They say a picture lasts longer, so I thought I would capture this moment forever.”

“You mean like this?” Marinette slowly turned around and bent down at the waist, the gown lifting ever so slightly over her plump ass. Adrien hummed at her smooth derriere and “accidentally” turned on the video recorder, taking a snapshot of her ass at the same time.

“Yeah, princess. Put on a show. I want to catch you in all your gorgeous glory.”

Marinette began to unhook her heels, but Adrien called out to her to keep them on. She then turned her head towards him, her blue gaze peering through partially lidded lashes. She slowly made her way back to a standing position, gliding her fingers along her legs and around her hips until she reached her navel. As she continued to make her way up her torso, she turned towards him, then continued to slide her hand up until she reached her breasts.

Adrien bit his lip as he watched her seductive tease, letting out a low growl in anticipation. He laid there on the bed in only his black boxer briefs, spread eagle as he waited for her to reach him. He stretched his arm out and placed his phone on his leg to keep it steady, then quickly gazed at the screen to make sure it continued to record. Her smirk made the moment so much better.

As soon as she reached the edge of the bed, she pushed one strap over her shoulder, then looked to the other shoulder to do the same. She held up her gown with her arms underneath her breasts, then let out a cute whoops when she let the fabric go. Adrien watched as her gown fell to the floor, his gaze then following her athletic form back up as he took in the woman in front of him. There she stood in only a black lace thong, one that matched the gown perfectly. His eyes slid further up until he met hers, and then motioned for her to make her way towards him.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He gasped out, his hand reaching out for her. When she straddled his thighs, she took his phone and switched the camera, then leaned it up against the lamp on the side table.

“I want you to capture this moment,” she crawled over him until her hips straddled his, the feeling of his hard cock rubbing against her core, “because I’m going to fuck you so hard, that you’re going to scream out my name.”

Adrien moaned as his head tilted back to the pillows, his eyes clenched tight as she began to grind against his dick. She placed kisses to his chest and made her way towards his jaw, nibbling and sucking on the skin until she reached his ear. He tilted his neck to grant her more access, and she happily obliged as she suckled on the perfectly tanned skin.

She placed one passionate kiss against his lips before she made her way back down to his thighs, sliding her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, and kissing the exposed skin on the v of his hips. He gasped at the contact and she quickly pulled the fabric off, watching his swollen cock spring from the confines of his underwear with a hungry gaze.

She kissed the tip and ran her hand along his length, feeling the warm member twitch in her palm. She ran her tongue against his length, then engulfed his cock with her warm mouth. She licked and sucked until her jaw grew tired, then swirled her tongue around his head to hear his response. Every moan and mewl that spilled from his lips only enticed her to play with him more, so she continued to lick and suck his cock while pumping him in between.

“Fuck.” Adrien moaned out as he reached out to grasp her hair, wrapping the strands around his palm. He cupped the back of her head until he helped her fuck his dick with her mouth, then moaned when she slid her tongue against his slit. She moaned as she tasted the precum that began to split, vibrating his cock as she did so.

His hand released her hair to grasp onto the duvet on the bed, and she took the opportunity to release his cock with a wet pop, placing one last kiss to the tip.

Adrien groaned as he felt the cool air tickle his wet cock, but it quickly warmed up again once she hovered over his body until she straddled his hips. She hastily removed her panties before making her way up, kissing the exposed skin on his torso in the process.

Focusing on his erect cock, and placing her hands on his shoulders, she slowly teased the tip with her wet entrance. He moaned as she continued to play, his eyes opening to give her a pleading gaze to just fuck him already. She gave in to his kitten eyes, kissing his lips with fervor as she helped his cock slide into her core. They both gasped at the sensation and Marinette tilted her head back in ecstasy.

Adrien wrapped his hands around her waist, tightening his hold on her as she began to ride him. He loved the feeling of her pussy, the tender touches as she held onto his chest, and the sweet kisses as she kissed his lips and sucked on his pulse point.

Every so often, Marinette would lift herself off of his cock, only leaving the tip of it in her pussy, then would sway her hips to help in his pleasure. Adrien cried out, the deep coil beginning to form as she continued her rhythms.

“Mari. I don’t- I’m not- fuck. I’m going to cum.”

Marinette smiled as she could feel him swell, and increased her ministrations as she fucked him faster and harder until the feeling of his orgasm blinded him.

Adrien grasped her cheeks and brought her down to his lips, kissing her as she sped up until he felt her clench up and gasp, and he knew that she had reached her climax too. They fell over the edge together; she continued to rock him until they fell back down to reality. Sweaty and panting, Marinette placed a slow kiss to his lips, then placed her forehead against his until their breathing leveled out.

She reached over and turned off the camera, smiling as the still image of her in the lace nightwear displayed on the screen. Adrien took the phone from her hands and placed it back down to the table, then wrapped her arms around her body to help his fiance lay on her side. That sat there in silence for a moment as they were gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Shit, Marinette.” He finally whispered. “That- that was amazing.”

Marinette smiled with a sleepy grin and kissed his shoulder before snuggling into his side. Adrien grabbed the blanket at the end of the bed and covered their naked forms, giving her one last kiss before drifting off to sleep for the night.

#Unveiled Love #smutember #smutember 2020 #adrienette #lemon #ml fanfiction

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janellion · 4 years

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so you have the most beautiful hair, most incredible eyes, cutest nose ever, gorgeous lips, perfect eyebrows, absolutely radiant skin, and on top of all that you are the kindest most hardworking and loving person i’ve ever known. bokuto and i are about to fight over you i’m sorry it’s had to come to this

LEXEE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OML LIKE TRULY YOURE AMAZING AND I FEEL THE SAME WAY ABT U

whenever i get to see your face my heart skips a beat i hope u know that 🥺💗✨

NO I DONT WANT YALL TO FIGHT!!! we can all lovr each other, kags included 💗✨

the way you put a smile on my face whenever we chat, i’m so lucky to know you 🥺💗✨

#lexee bb!!#lexee lovely ✨💗#moots 💗#i love lexee 💗✨#me @ me: show ur face u coward

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softguks · 5 years

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Please

a/n: angsty piece for you anon! thank you for the sweet words. Sorry, i accidentally deleted the ask, but here you go!

Anon requested: Can you write an imagine based on the Shawnmila kiss? But please make it angsty with a happy ending. Thanks, i lovr your writing.

warnings: angst, cheating???, fluffy ending

pairing: shawn mendes x reader

Her voice is hoarse and watery, her tired eyes glancing up at shawn as he tugs at his curls, fighting back the tears, and trying to keep than at bay. His jaw is clenched, eyes dark and watery as he holds her hands, begging her to stay.

“I promise you there was nothing involved between us, honey. Please, just please hear me outlook.”

“You were fucking kissing her, awkwardly slobbering all over each other! What am I supposed to think? And you say it’s only for publicity. Trust me, I love Mila, but she’s only my best friend, okay? Even the fans thinks it’s wrong, hello, I’m your girlfriend, not Mila.”

her voice cracks as she closes her eyes, taking deep breaths in an effort to stop never ending flow of tears. The lump in her throat burns so badly, and her voice is so choked up and watery that her cheeks heat with embarrassment and anger. Because she hates crying like this when she wants to be firm and harsh. But she can’t, not with him, because she loves him so much.

“I’ll talk to them, it’s only to promote Señorita! I promise, I love you so much, please don’t give up on us. Please, you’re my soulmate, my ride-or die, you are my love. I want you to be the mother of my children, the light to my life. So, please, stay with me.”

He’s holding on to her hands, with the intention of never letting go, but there’s softness and gentleness in the way he clutches onto her fingers, a pained look on his face as he brings her closer. Closer, and closer, until she’s in his chest, hearing the steady beating of his heart, their scents mixed together.

She’s hesitant at first, but gradually her resolve slips like grains of sand through her hands. And soon, they’re sobbing in the comfort of each other’s arms, trying to rekindle the flame of everlasting love that seems to have been frozen cold. He’s wondering why he ever let it go out, why he didn’t try harder, why he didn’t fight harder for her. But he knows, it’s really because he didn’t know how much he truly loved her.

“Stay with me, don’t leave. Please don’t go. You promised, you promised to never ever ever break my heart, remember? And we promised to never let each other go, do you remember?”

“Yes, Shawn. But that it seems that you’ve broken my heart, and I’m not letting you go. Not quite yet, but we are not meant to be.”, she murmurs softly, resting her head against his chest as he shakes his head frantically, clutching onto her for dear life.

“No, no, no! Don’t you understand? You are my-my other piece! My soulmate, the fucking other half of me! I cannot let you go, no, because I love you so much, I would do anything for you.”

She’s shaking her head wistfully, like he’s a curious child full of wonders that’ll never happen. She strokes his cheek gently, their thighs brushing against each other with each feathery touch that they grace each other with. And then she’s holding him as he sobs into her chest, shaking his head, curls tickling her neck.

“You aren’t supposed to do anything for me, Shawn. It should be you. I don’t think we’re meant to be, bub. We’ll come back to each other if we’re meant to be.”, her quiet words snap sense into him and he’s screaming now, voice raspy and desperate as he holds her close.

“No, no no no no. I can’t stand it! I-I...there’s no other girl who will give me my good luck kiss before my shows, you know why? Because you are my lucky charm, and I only have one of those! There’s no one else who smells like you, who’s eyes shine like yours do, who’s hair is so easy and silky to braid. No one else that I want to wake up with, no one else I want to binge watch movies with. No one else I want to go midnight shopping with, no one else that can make me eat tomatoes! I would eat a million tomatoes for you, do you know what kind of pledge that is? I wouldn’t do that for anyone else, well maybe for your pasta, but please, baby. There is no one else I want to be with, no one more than you. Aaliyah calls you her older sister, Mum and Dad call you their daughter.”

Her eyes are glossy once more, but for a better reason and she smiles softly at him, sighing quietly as she nods. “Okay. Okay, but only because you said Aaliyah calls me her older sister.”

“Y/N! I literally pledged my soul to you, do you know what I said about freakin tomatoes?”, he whines, a pout jutting out on his bottom lip as he hugs her.

“I know bub, so let’s go to bed, now, hm? Take a shower and...let’s try this “us” again. Hm?”

There’s relief that glints in his honey eyes as he nods tiredly, eyes drooping heavily while he curls up in her lap, mumbling softly to her.

“I would eat a million tomatoes for you, love.”

She smiles, feeling emotional not only because of their fight, but also because of the stirring in her stomach caused by the small life that’s growing in her tummy. One surprise that Shawn doesn’t know of yet. So, she just kisses his forehead with a mere hum and fingers with the rose gold band that sits on her finger.

“I love you too, bub.”

#softguks #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes blurb #shawn blurb #shawn mendes fluff #shawn fluff #shawn mendes angst #shawn angst #shawn mendes x reader #shawn fic #shawn mendes fic #shawn fanfic

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croatian-nt · 4 years

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Mafia au-Part five

Summary: When an unassuming artist saves a man’s life at the shooting at the gallery, he ends up in the midde of the war between two mafias and as he gets dragged deeper into the whole thing, he soon learns the line between the sides and right and wrong blur more than he expected.

Pairings: Livi/Bruno

Word Count: 3417

Warnings: mentions of blood, fighting, threats of violence and torture, mentions of broken bones

Notes: I apologize for the longer wait for this part, last week has been a bit hectic and this chapter was supposed to be from Suba’s pov but I legit scrapped it bc this made more sense so. Yeah. Here it is at last. As always, thank you @lovren-la-vida-luka for editing this, you are a life saver. To everyone else, enjoy :)

Livi

Livi was pacing. He was well aware that Bruno was getting more agitated by the second, but he couldn't help it. It helped him think. And there was one question that kept bothering him.

How did Josip know there would be a shooting at the gallery?

Josip was only a byki, and he wouldn't know if someone from high up ordered an assassin. Unless, it wasn't an assassin, and someone from the mafia decided to do the job themselves, which either meant it was personal, or they didn't want anyone to find out. Or both.

Livi shivered, despite the fact that he wasn't cold. He could only imagine this kill being personal for one person. Suba.

He closed his eyes and pulled on his hair, hoping the pain will make him concentrate.

Why would he want to kill Luka, after all this time? What could have Luka possible have done that- suddenly that train of thought ground to a halt and Livi froze with it, stopping his pacing.

He started training Livi. Throwing knives, catching them. Making Livi show him how Lovre and Suba taught him to fight. He was training him to fight them.

And Livi talked about it to Josip.

Livi leaned against the wall, suddenly feeling sick. Luka was using him, preparing him to take out people he used to call his family. And Josip... Josip might have reported everything he said to Suba.

Livi was certain his legs were going to give out under him.

"Livi? Livi!" Bruno's voice and his hand on his shoulder got him out of his frozen state.

He turned around, but just enough to hug Bruno and bury his face in his neck. He willed himself to concentrate on Bruno's heartbeat, to let it calm him down, but he couldn't stop his thoughts from spiraling.

If Suba planned this,and Josip knew he wanted Luka dead, why send him a message? Was it regret or...

They didn't know about Bruno. They didn't know Bruno would convince him to call Šime. So what did they know?

Livi closed his eyes, trying to see himself through his best friend's eyes. What would he expect him to do? What would Livi do, two years ago?

He would go alone. And arrive just in time to be killed as well.

This time his legs did give out and he clung desperately to Bruno not to fall. Bruno caught him, carefully carrying him to the couch, and then lifted his chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes.

"Please tell me what's going on, Dominik. You are scaring me."

Damn. Livi knew it was serious when his boyfriend used his full name, but as much as he wanted to share everything with him, he didn't even know where to begin. And should he even tell him? What if Bruno gets killed as well, just because Livi got him involved in all this?

"Don't do that."

Livi snapped his gaze back to Bruno, raising his eyebrows. He still wasn't sure if he could speak without his voice betraying him.

"Don't shut me out and deal with whatever is going through your head alone. And before you say it, I don't care if you think it's better for me that way - that's not your decision to make. I am your boyfriend, please let me in. Let me help you."

And Livi told him everything. He didn't plan to, but when he started talking, it all just poured out of him, and as he talked he realized how many secrets he was actually carrying.

He told Bruno why he really defected, how the only other people who knew that were Luka, Dalić and Josip. How he and Josip stayed in touch. How he suspected Luka had ulterior motives for training him. And how he thinks Suba wanted Luka dead because of that.

The silence rang loudly in Livi's ears after he finished his speech. He was too scared to look at Bruno, but the longer the silence stretched, the more his anxiety grew.

"So what do you plan to do?"

Of all the questions Livi was anticipating, that was not one of them.

"What? After all that, that's the only thing you are going to ask?"

Bruno shrugged, and squeezed Livi's fidgeting hands between his.

"That's the only one that matters right now. I mean, I'm not going to lie, this is a lot to take in. But I trust you, especially after you trusted me with all of this. But, from what you told me, we can't really trust anyone else, and we need to act quickly. So... what do you plan to do?"

Livi chewed on his bottom lip, thinking. He grabbed his phone - the one he used to talk to Josip. But he didn't dial the number or start typing a message. He just stared at it for what seemed like an eternity.

Bruno stood up, letting go off Livi's hands. Livi already felt cold.

"If you'd prefer me to leave so you can talk to him..."

"No!" Livi shouted, startling both of them.

Bruno stared at him, willing him to tell him what he decided. What he wanted. Whose side he was choosing. Livi was so tired of choosing.

"I am just..." Livi sighed, ruffling his hair. “I am so tired of choosing."

Unable to bear the sight of the screen any longer, Livi threw the phone. It fell to the floor with a loud thud, followed by a silence that stretched for a long, long moment as he stared at it.

And then Bruno walked over and gently took Livi's hand in his, rubbing soothing circles in his palm.

"Then don't. Just choose this… choose us. There is no right or wrong here anymore. We both know better than that."

Livi turned his head to the side, trying to make sure that he got what Bruno was saying.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... we could disappear. We need two days max, just to pack everything and leave. We’ll figure out where we’re going on the way, and I can easily get us everything we need."

Livi met Bruno's fierce, unwavering gaze. Livi saw Bruno as his anchor, but he sometimes forgot he could be a storm as well.

"But your sister..."

Bruno smiled, shaking his head.

"It would be better for her to get away from this city as well. Somewhere safe. Somewhere where there are no sides to pick."

Livi could see that life, so perfectly clearly in front of his eyes. A life that he wanted so badly growing up. And Bruno was offering him all that on a silver plate. And yet...

Livi squeezed Bruno's hand tighter.

"I want that, I swear I do. This isn't a no. Just a not yet."

Bruno nodded, but Livi could see his face fall slightly. To anyone else, the change in expression would have been undetectable, but Livi knew each feature of this man’s face like the back of his hand, and the almost imperceptible droop of his eyes and mouth sent a pang of guilt through Livi’s chest. He closed the distance between them and kissed Bruno slowly, trying to put all of his love and gratitude into that kiss. Once they parted, Livi pressed their foreheads together, looking intensely into Bruno’s eyes.

"I just need to know first. I need to know if my best friend lied to me all this time. And I need to know if my dad-" Livi realized his mistake, and quickly tried to swallow a lump in his throat, "if Suba ordered a hit on me. I need to know, before I move on. Or I will carry my past wherever we go."

It was Bruno who kissed him this time. Livi pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. He wanted to have this moment frozen in time and keep it forever. He wanted to forget about right and wrong, about choices, about a murky past and uncertain future and everything inbetween. Just for one perfect moment.

Neither of them said anything for a moment after they parted. Bruno gently stroked Livi's cheek with his thumb and then pressed one more quick kiss against his lips.

“So for the third damn time,” Bruno said with a hint of a smile, “what's the plan?"

Livi grabbed the phone from the floor and took a deep breath.

"First, we find out what's really going on. One way or another."

***

Livi tried not to think about all the things that could go wrong. If Josip suspected anything and didn’t arrive alone, the whole plan would fall to pieces.

He looked around the apartment while he waited. It looked almost the same as it did when he left it two years ago, just emptier and with dust heavily settled over everything. The comfortable brown couch stood in the same place, and while some of the furniture was turned over, probably in search for clues after his disappearance, it still looked too similar to how he left it for his liking.

The front doors opened with a soft click and Livi froze in his hiding spot, tensely waiting. Josip entered the room and Livi held his breath for a heartbeat, and then another. Nobody came in after him. Livi exhaled.

And then he grabbed his gun, and ignoring the guilt churning in his stomach, pointed it at Josip, stepping into the room.

"Don't move," Livi said, making Josip spin around to face him.

He eyed the gun in Livi's steady hands, and Livi could practically feel him calculating the distance between them and how fast he could disarm him. Too bad Livi counted on that.

"Don't bother. We both know I can shoot much faster than you can move, and I don't think you want a bullet wound."

Josip pressed his lips into a thin line, slowly raising his arms in surrender.

"What the fuck are you doing, Dominik?"

Livi almost laughed at the use of his name - no one except Bruno really used it, unless they were mad at him. He supposed pointing a gun at someone was a good enough reason to be mad, though.

"Getting some answers. How did you know about the shooting at the gallery?"

Josip paled, and his hands twitched, as if he was resisting the urge to fidget. Or reach for Livi's gun.

"Didn't we have an agreement about not asking each other about what we do and what we know? So no one can gain the upper hand?"

Livi cocked his gun, and the sound rang in the silence.

"Tell me how you knew about the shooting or the next question I will ask will be if you'd prefer me to shoot you in the leg or in the arm first."

Josip clenched his jaw, and focused on Livi, analyzing him for a moment. Probably calculating how likely he was to pull the trigger.

Livi felt numb. The only thing he concentrated on was the weight of the gun in his hands, and his steady breathing. Nothing more, nothing less. It was a trick Suba taught him when was younger. Focus on things you can control, and let them ground you.

"I was supposed to be a backup, if anything happened. The plan changed last minute," Josip bit his lip, "but something was off about the whole thing.

"Off how?"

"Off like... it was very rushed. Sloppy almost. Kalinić wanted it to be over with quickly-"

Josip's speech got interrupted by the doors slamming open and Livi, in his startled state, took about two seconds to turn and aim his gun at the intruder and shoot. Too slow.

He missed.

The man moved so fast Livi didn't recognize him at first. Not until they both stood opposite each other, each looking down the barrel of the other’s gun.

His long blond hair pulled into a ponytail and the way he held a gun were unmistakable. Domagoj Vida. Shit.

"Livi. Put the gun down. You really don't want to make this worse for yourself."

Livi tightened his hold on his weapon.

"Make what worse for myself? What exactly did I do to make you decide to point your gun at me?"

If he was being honest, he was stalling. It wasn't hard to guess why Domo was here. Livi acted too suspicious lately, leaving too many clues for someone to pick up.

Knowing information he shouldn't, then showing up with backup to save Luka from the hospital... he was getting sloppy and someone - either Luka or Dalić, he supposed - caught on. Stupid.

"Luka told me to keep an eye on you. That you might be getting information from people," Domo titled his head towards Josip, "that you shouldn't even talk to anymore. And it seems he was right."

Livi clenched his teeth, studying the man in front of him. He’d seen Domo fight a few times, so he knew what he was dealing with. He was brutal and reckless, but his main goal was to cause damage. Which meant his blows wouldn't be as precise as Livi's. If he could give a few precise hits fast enough...

"He didn't specify if I should deliver you and your friend dead or alive though. Which is unusual, but I’m taking it to mean it’s up to me, so you might think about what you are going to do."

Livi's blood froze in his veins as something clicked in his head. There was no way Luka could have said that. Livi spoke to Šime before all of this mess and Luka was asleep. And if he did that after he woke up, there’s no way Domo would have the time to follow him here.

Someone was setting him up. Livi couldn't think past the roaring of blood in his ears. Josip's words from earlier echoed in his ears. Kalinić. His brother was somehow involved in all this, but he couldn't have ordered Domo… not unless he had help from someone from their side.

Livi pushed all of his thoughts and suspicions aside, acknowledging that he really didn't have the time to think about this right now. He needed to focus on keeping himself - and possibly Josip – alive for now.

Domo glanced at Josip for the briefest second, but that was all Livi needed.

He threw himself forward, knocking Domo's gun out of his hands, but losing his in the process as well. They both scrambled for their weapons and landed clumsily on the floor with Livi on top of Domo.

"Run!" he shouted to Josip, which earned him a hard punch in the mouth for his moment of distraction.

Pain spread through his jaw and he tasted blood from his split lip. He jabbed Domo in the ribs with his elbow, and by the crack and the grunt of the pain, he probably broke at least one.

Domo retaliated by kicking him square in the solar plexus, and Livi gasped, trying to catch his breath through the sharp pain. Domo pushed him off, and Livi rolled on the floor, barely getting up in time to stop Domo's next blow.

He blocked the punch, but wasn't fast enough to stop Domo from grabbing his wrist as he did so, slamming his left hand to the wall. The sickening crack and pain that erupted from his wrist told him it was broken. Well shit.

Livi reached blindly with his right hand, grabbing the first thing on the counter next to him and slamming it into his opponent’s head. He saw that it had been a vase, but it shattered as it connected with Domo, sending shards of ornately painted ceramic clattering to the floor.

Livi pushed him away hard and Domo stumbled, shaking his head to stay conscious. Livi didn't give him a chance to recover - he jumped, spun in the air and kicked Domo right in the head. The blond dropped to the floor with a loud thud, and then there was silence. Livi's breath was ragged, but he didn't have the time to get it under control.

He grabbed his and Domo's gun from the floor and ran to the door. Bruno was waiting for him with a parked car and his eyes widened when he saw his boyfriend. Livi realised that he probably looked awful, with blood on his face and his left wrist hanging limply.

"Drive!" Livi ordered as soon as he sat in the car and Bruno complied, eyeing him nervously.

Bruno was about to say something but Livi interrupted him again.

"Not to our apartment. Drive to the safehouse where Luka and Ante are. If I am right, they are equally in danger as I am."

Livi reached for his phone, hissing in pain as he remembered his left hand wasn't functional at the moment.

"What danger? Livi, what's going on?" Bruno asked, gripping the wheel tighter.

"No time to explain, sorry" Livi said, dialing Šime's number, "I need to call Šime and tell him he needs to be there as well. Something is very, very wrong."

Before Livi could press call though, something else happened. Josip was calling him. He never called him on this phone unless it was an emergency, but Livi supposed this whole situation was one. He answered immediately.

"Josip? Are you alright?"

"Yes," The other man's voice was breathless from running, "I needed to check if you were alive. I am almost at the main house now but, God, Livi what the fuck was that?"

Livi sighed, not being sure what to say. How could he even explain when he wasn't sure what was going on?

"I am not sure myself. Just...be careful, alright?"

"There is something else that I need to tell you. I remembered-"

Josip's voice was suddenly cut off, and Livi could hear distant voices and shouting from the background. What was going on?

"Who is this?" a different voice asked sharply.

Livi's heart stopped for a moment, his blood turning to ice. This voice was all too familiar… a voice that he had been hearing almost his whole life. The voice of his brother. Lovre.

"Lovre?"

The question escaped him without his permission and he wanted to kick himself instantly? What kind of stupid idiot...

"Livi," Lovre's voice was icy, and he didn't ask, he knew it was him, "I see you found a way to keep tabs on us. Congratulations."

Livi gripped the phone tighter, his breath catching in his throat. Hearing his brother’s cold, detached tone hurt him more than he thought possible, even after all this time.

"I hope you got all the information you needed. Your friend Posavec might be... otherwise preoccupied for a while. A little tied up, one could say."

Livi could practically hear the sadistic smirk on Lovre’s face, and it sent a shiver down his spine. Images of Josip being tortured flashed through his mind, making him feel so nauseous that he thought he was going to throw up right then and there.

"But since I’m such a good brother, I'll give you a choice. If you show up in the next 48 hours, I'll let him live. If you don't... well I’m sure you get the idea, but I'll send you a video just to make sure."

Livi breathed in sharply, biting his already split lip until blood was all he could taste. His head was spinning.

"Lovre, wait! You can't-"

A dull beep told him the line had gone dead, and he let the phone slip through his shaking fingers. God, what had he done?

He glanced at Bruno, who, by the look on his face, was definitely still looking for answers of his own. His mind quickly went through Luka, Šime and Ante's possible reactions, and realised that he knew what he had to do. He picked up the phone from the footwell and opened a new text message… Bruno couldn't hear this conversation.

I need your help. Text me as soon as you wake up.

Livi had hoped to be able to talk to Luka in person about this, but the way things were going, he didn't want to risk it.

Livi smiled bitterly. Who better to ask how to fight his brother, than the person who’d been training him for that exact situation for months?

With that thought, Livi's exhaustion and injuries finally caught up with him and he fell back into his seat, drifting off into a turbulent sleep.

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Pairing: Dominik Livakovic / Karlo Letica

Summary: Karlo is feeling bad and goes to Livi for comfort

Wordcount: 1300

It was late and Livi was already fast asleep when someone crashed through his open window. He jumped out of his bed, scared to death, ready to grab the nearest object to protect himself from a burglar. However, as his eyes grew accustomed to darkness, he realized he knew the intruder sitting on the floor and massaging his hurt legs, a sheepish look on his face.

“Karlo? What are you doing here? I thought someone was trying to rob me!”

“Sorry, it’s just… I needed to see you and I wasn’t sure if nocturnal visits were allowed here at your club, so…”

“So you climbed all the way to my window. You’re crazy, Karlo! What if you had fallen? You could have gotten yourself injured and then you wouldn’t have been able to play and…”

“It’s okay, Livi, I’m here and I’m fine, please don’t freak out over this. I just… I needed to talk to you.”

As he helped the other goalkeeper to his feet, Livi noticed a shadow on his face. He didn’t hesitate a single second and pulled the taller man into a hug, with Karlo almost crushing him in his embrace.

“What is wrong?” He whispered against his ear.

Karlo moved so he could stare at him, shock written all over his face.

“How did you guess…?”

Livi offered him a small smile, before putting a hand on his cheek and leaving a butterfly kiss on his lips.

“I know you. Just tell me what’s bothering you, I hate seeing you like this.”

“I… It’s complicated, and no one else but you would understand.”

“Let’s get comfortable, then you can tell me everything. Did you at least eat something? You look so pale. Maybe I should cook you something?”

“No, it’s alright, I had dinner, I promise. It’s just… This is plaguing my mind and I don’t think I’ll be alright before letting it out.”

“Alright, then come here.”

Livi took his hand and led him towards the bed. Their tall bodies barely fit on the small mattress and they ended up squeezed against one another, with Livi’s face on his boyfriend’s chest. For a few seconds, he got distracted by listening to his heartbeat and enjoying his warmth. He missed this, missed being so close to him. However, he quickly focused again, well aware that Karlo didn’t come here only to cuddle with him.

“Do you think you can tell me more about this now?”

“Yes, it’s… It’s about Lovre.”

“Lovre? Did something bad happen between the two of you? I thought you got along well.”

“We do and he really matters to me. It’s just…” Karlo stopped for a few seconds to take his breath and Livi didn’t miss the tears starting to gather in his eyes. “During that last game against his team, we won 4-0, you know.”

“Oh, so that’s the matter. Is he mad at you?”

“No, not at all, he’s too nice for that. But… It will certainly sound stupid to you, but I feel bad about my team winning. He already conceded six goals against Spain, and now this… I’m so afraid it’ll break his confidence. I know I should be happy for my team, but I just can’t manage that, not under those circumstances.”

Livi sighed and raised a hand so he could caress his boyfriend’s hair, trying to make the touch as gentle and reassuring as possible.

“I understand why you’re feeling bad, but none of this is your fault, Karlo. That’s how football is. Listen…”

“No, you don’t understand how hard this is!”

“Of course, I do. Don’t you remember that time my team defeated yours? I just had to come and comfort you in the middle of the field because it hurt me too much to see you like that. Maybe it was even worse, since I was already crushing on you at the time. So trust me, I completely get it. It won’t change the fact that it isn’t your fault, though. You’re not even a striker Karlo, you’re not the one who scored those goals against him.”

“But you should have seen him, Livi… I couldn’t take it, to see him being so sad and to know that I was partially responsible for that…”

Karlo started shaking in his arms, tears running down his face, reminding his boyfriend that despite his tall body and already mature appearance, deep down he stayed younger than him. Livi held him close, squirming in the bed until he managed to put a kiss on Karlo’s forehead, all while caressing his back in a comforting gesture.

“You only did your job as a goalkeeper and managed to get a clean sheet. You should be proud of yourself, Karlo, not crying. I’m sure Lovre wouldn’t like to see you like this either.”

For a moment, the taller man didn’t manage to catch his breath to answer and Livi just kept on comforting him, whispering little words of love and reassurance in his ear. It took a while, but Karlo’s tears slowly reduced, until he was only sniffling, with his eyes red and puffy.

“I’m sorry to be such a burden, you have games ahead and here I am bothering you…”

“No, don’t say that. Ever. You’ll never be bothering me, Karlo. I love you and I’ll always be thankful for every single second I get to spend with you. Also I want to be here when you’re feeling bad so I can help you through it.”

“Thank you so much, Livi. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” The other goalkeeper trembled in his arms, burying his face in his boyfriend’s neck.

“Anything for you, Karlo. Would you like to spend the night here? You could leave in the morning, before I get to training. I don’t want to know you’re outside so late while feeling this bad.”

“I… I’d like that. Please.” He whispered back.

“Do you think you’ll manage to sleep, or are you feeling too bad for that?”

“On my own, no. But if you hold me, I think I can fall asleep.”

“Good, then just close your eyes and try to relax. I’ll be there in the morning to take care of you, okay?”

“Yes, thank you Livi. I don’t know what I would have done without you. I’m sorry, usually I’m strong enough to handle everything on my own, but…”

“You don’t have to. I love you, Karlo, and I’ll always be here for you whenever you need it. The defeat against Spain sucked for us all, I know, but we’ll bounce back from it, and Lovre will too. This is not your fault, so please stop feeling bad over this. I hate seeing you like this.”

“I’ll try. Thank you, Livi, just being here with you makes everything so much better.”

“You don’t have to thank me for anything, I’m just glad I can be here, taking care of you.” The smaller man whispered before leaving a quick peck on Karlo’s lips.

His boyfriend then engulfed him in his huge arms and Livi smiled when he found himself trapped in his embrace.

“Just to be sure, you are aware that I’m not a human sized plushie, right?”

“Really? You could have fooled me.” Karlo laughed back, though the tremolos in his voice betrayed the sorrow lingering in him.

“Then just keep me close to your heart until all your sadness washes away.” Livi replied, wiping some tears out of Karlo’s cheek.

“Don’t mind if I do just that.” Karlo murmured, closing his eyes and slowly falling asleep to the sound of his lover’s breathing.

It didn’t take long for Livi to follow suit, all cuddled up against his tall boyfriend. His heart felt lighter, knowing that he managed to bring some happiness back to the man he loved.

I have no idea who here ships Karlo x Livi, apart from some no good gang members, so just ask if you want me to be tagged if I write another fic about them.

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