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#but that doesn't matter you'll still say you're married anyways

angelltheninth · 1 year

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MCU characters having a wet dream about you?

About me, oh I'm so flattered, I would explode. As would all of you I'm sure.

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, King Valkyrie, Shuri, Xu Xialing, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, wet dream, morning wood, kissing, cuddling, naked cuddling, cold showers, blowjobs, teasing, fingering, cunnilingus, morning sex

A/N: Put in a whole lot of characters in here. In other news Ant-Man was fun. The jello alien was my favorite.

Steve will try to say that he was just having nightmares, not moaning, of course he wasn't moaning. Must have been one hell of a nightmare if it gave him that big of a boner. Nah, that's just... morning wood, just that... well, fine, he was always a pretty bad liar, at least to you. He's pretty embarrassed, you just started dating and he's already getting hot and bothered with you just sleeping next to him. If he's this hard just from a dream a part of you can't wait to actually have his cock inside you. You can wait for that, as long as you get to tease him about this.

Bucky has no way out of this situation. He was pressed against you as the two of you slept, you can feel his cock against your ass when you woke up. He doesn't let you turn around and see how red his face is right now and tries to distract you. His bulge is pretty hard to ignore, given how it pulses and twitches in need against you. You'll gladly help him take car of it, he just needs to let you under the covers. You won't make a mess, and if you do you're more then happy to clean it up. This kind of talk is doing nothing but reminding him of his dream. Is he even awake? Well it doesn't matter when he gets to feel your mouth around his cock, sucking him off with gusto.

Sam quickly gets out of bed and scrambles for the showers. No need for you to get up and join him, he'll take care of this by himself, and then he'll talk to you about this. He could hear sounds from the bedroom while he was in the shower but he thought it was just his mind still playing tricks on him. Upon walking out he finds you with your legs spread, fully naked and inviting him to tell you all about his dream. You'll gladly share yours too. It might actually be filthier then his.

Clint couldn't believe this happened now. He has a mission to get to in half an hour. He's not embarrassed about the dream, why would he be? You're gonna be married soon, but the timing is just very inconvenient for him. Any other day and the two of you would have joked and laughed about it before getting down and dirty. His eyes widen when you push him down and take your panties off, you have half an hour right? You can make him come in half that time. Clint smirks at you, his rough hands settling on your hips. After this he better finish, or else he's never gonna hear the end of it.

Natasha does not shy away from it. She's been used for her feminine charms for a long time, not in control. When she does feel horny for you, no matter what time of day she is always honest about it with you. That goes for her wet dreams about you as well. In fact when she wakes up and you notice what she's been thinking about you she will lean and whisper what she dreamt about. She's not shy about her desires around you, and neither are you around her, it's not just her whose horny. You've had a more then your fair share of dreams about her.

Thor isn't shy about it at all, he's had this happen before many times although this is the first time it happened with you sleeping next to him. He sleeps naked most of the time anyway so there's a big cum stain already forming on the sheets as he wakes up from it. You've seen him with morning wood before but you never asked if it was prompted by a dream or not. You've had your fair share of your own, and some did start just like this. Oh? He'd love to hear more about these dreams of yours. Better yet, why don't you show him? And then he'll show you.

Loki is the one who ends up teasing you about it rather then the other way around. He's got his magic swirling around the two of you, pulling you close to him and into his lap, depicting scenes from his dream, in great detail too. It makes his cock even harder when he notices that you're rubbing your legs together as you watch the images dance before you. He's already hard, and by the looks of it you're quite wet yourself, so won't you bend over for him, let him do away with both your problems.

King Valkyrie kisses your neck as she holds you close, still dreaming, deep in her sleep, saying the filthiest things to you, riling you up without even knowing it. When you can't take it anymore you shake her awake, your face flaming hot, no, your whole body as well, most notably between your legs. She's never had much of a filter around you, there was never any need to so why would she start now? She takes your had and presses it to her pussy, letting your fingers feel the wetness as she does the same to you, her middle finger already teasing your entrance. You ease onto it before you even know it, bracing on her shoulders to ride her hand to your orgasm.

Shuri is only embarrassed by it because she knows that there is a chance that guards might come in and see her being so horny for you. The two of you have fooled around before of course but always with the door closed. Now she's only in her shirt and pajama bottoms, a wet stain on them. If anyone were to walk in there would be no doubt as to what she was dreaming about. Thank god you were still asleep so she can just change and get back to cuddling with you. She's still horny as hell from the dream but she can wait until you wake up and then lock the door to be sure.

Xu Xialing almost chokes you when you try to wake her up, thinking she was having a bad dream. Only when you're under her do you feel how wet she is, see how blown out her pupils are and how her eyes keep flickering to your lips. Ah, so it was a good dream then, very good judging by the state of her. She lets you go, apologetic of her actions, not the dream but of choking you, she would never do it without your consent. Well... she has it now. With a knowing smirk she takes off her tank top and underwear, letting you see how sticky and wet they are with her slick arousal. Before she gets to choking you she wants to get you ready for some other things she has planned.

Kate wants to sink into the bed when you question her about it. Yes, it was a wet dream about you, no it wasn't the first time she had it. She's blushing hard, avoiding your eyes as you try to coax her out of her hiding spot with cuddles and kisses and teasing words. Would it help if you told her about your wet dream? Now that gets her attention, yes, it would help a lot actually. She would love to know if your dreams are... compatible. Just to see if your tastes match of course, it has nothing to do with the fact that she's slipping further and further between your legs as you talk, making it nearly impossible for you to get words out as she licks and kisses your increasingly wet pussy.

Peter is very careful when he slips out of bed, he makes sure you're not disturbed by him. Little he know that you're awake but you let him do what he needs to and come back to bed. You trigger his spider sense when you jump him, giggling as you push him against the bed and grind in his still noticeable hard on. Why didn't you say anything? He's been dying of embarrassment this whole time, and now again, only worse because you're staring down at him with those knowing eyes and still, fuck, still rubbing against him in the best way, getting him fully hard again in no time. This time, you will do something about it.

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animehideout · 5 months

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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

PART ONE.

read part 2 here

GOJO SATORU X FEM! READER.

a/n: Here's part one, since all of you voted for Gojo satoru arranged marriage. Once I'm done with this story I'll start writing Long distance relationship x geto suguru.

Let me know if you want to get tagged in the next parts🫶🏻

"You can use the main bedroom; I won't be home much anyway," Satoru casually said glancing your way.

You silently agreed, carrying your bags to the spacious new bedroom.

The house was fancy; everything looked classy and pricey, but it's Gojo Satoru we're talking about.

You didn't exchange many words. It's your first night together after saying your vows. Still in your wedding dress, changing felt awkward with his intense gaze, so you began unpacking instead.

Leaning against the door frame, he observed you before finally speaking.

"Let's agree on something, okay?" he said.

"Huh? What agreement?" you asked.

"Listen, I have no idea how I ended up in this marriage mess, and I think you feel the same, even though you're the one benefiting. But let me be clear—this marriage isn't real."

"But how the curse will break?—"

"It doesn't matter how. The prophecy said it will so you can save playing as real husband and wife to yourself," he interrupted. "I'm not interested in you, and I don't need to know more about you. I already know enough," he added.

"I'm not interested in you either, and you know it Satoru."you spat.

"Yeah, right. That's why you needed my help." he mocked.

"I DIDN'T. I was fine with not breaking the curse, but my family and the higher-ups insisted for some stupid reasons."

"Yeah, right. STOP LYING. I know you wanted this; otherwise, you could've refused."

"If I had any power to do so, I wouldn't have wasted a second" you glared at him, feeling offended.

"You just confirmed that y/n, I really don't wanna see your face, you can wander this house as much as you want. I'll be in Jujutsu high” he said closing the door forcefully, leaving you all alone.

You removed your dress, changing into comfier clothes.

You were more than relieved that he left, you couldn't stand him anyway or stand his annoying voice. You wanted peace and you finally had it.

You couldn't understand why your family and the higher-ups insisted on breaking your curse, you were completely fine with it. With not being a sorcerer, breaking the curse will only bring a huge responsibility on your shoulders and you'll end up like every one in your family...A jujutsu sorcerer, exorcising curse day and night to help those who can't defend themselves.

Even though you weren't capable of seeing curses, you still could sense them roaming in the space..

It scared you at first, knowing that something is near but you can't do anything about it, unlike your other siblings.

But you grew to accept it and see the whole situation as a blessing not a curse.

But here you found yourself, marrying Gojo Satoru the strongest sorcerer, by an order of both your family and the higher-ups, saying that this bond wouldn't only break your curse that's stopping you from using your Jujutsu but it will also bring a new balance to the jujutsu world.

You're stuck with him, stuck with Satoru. You don't know him well, all what you know is that he's extremely powerful and from what you've seen, he's also a dick and a pain in the ass. Only a few hours in your marriage and he managed to offend the shit out of you.

“its just a matter of time” you said to yourself, while getting under the covers.

The night was truly terrifying for you, you weren't used to spend a night all alone in a big house like this, but it was 100 times better than spending it with Gojo.

So you just shut your eyes, hoping to fall asleep before falling apart.

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•In Jujutsu High•

“Huh Gojo what are you doing here?” asked principal Yaga.

“What?” he answered coldly while shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Its your wedding night, why'd you let your bride alone?”

“Hah bride?” he laughed raising an eyebrow. “And I thought she's the only one being delusional.. I did what all of you wanted, I married her, but thay doesn't mean I wanna live with her” he added.

“But Goj-”

“Sensei- I did my responsibility as the strongest sorcerer for the sake of the jujutsu world.. you can't ask for more”

“but if the higher-ups learn that you'-”

“Well screw the higher ups hehe” he laughed then headed to his room, reserved on Jujutsu high to spend the night away from you.

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ginnsbaker · 2 months

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fic: if i bleed (you'll be the last to know) (3/?)

Part summary: Leigh develops an unhealthy habit as she hits closer to rock bottom

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x Fem!Reader | Word count for this part: 5.370 | Warnings/Tags: Some hetero stuff | A/N: Things will pick up after this part. I think there's going to be a total of 6 parts, but let me confirm that in the next update :)

Masterlist | Part I Part II | Next

Leigh is ten minutes late.

It makes sense. Her willingness to attend this meeting was surprising, because if you were in her shoes, you doubt you'd have agreed to it. Listening to the entire history of a relationship can be exhausting, and it's hard to imagine what it feels like to hear about one that arguably should never have existed.

But just as you're about to think she's bailed or intentionally left you hanging, you spot her sprinting toward the cafe from across the street. She's a mess—hair soaked and sticking everywhere, face bare, missing its usual touch of makeup. But even like this, Leigh doesn't look much different from her usual self. You can't help feeling a bit envious of that.

She rushes into the cafe, attracting a few curious looks, but she barely registers them, her wide green eyes quickly finding you.

“Sorry I'm late,” she pants, struggling to catch her breath, “I got caught in the rain and then missed my bus.” The lie slips out effortlessly. True, it had rained, but the real reason was far more personal—something you didn't need to know.

You shrug off her apology with a smile, signaling the waiter for a menu for Leigh. “No worries, I'm just glad you made it,” you say.

Leigh gives you a quick once-over, then forces a smile and thanks you. Once her coffee order's in, she gets right down to it. “So, Matt,” she starts, her voice dropping to a whisper, “how did you two meet?”

You lean back, carefully thinking about what to say next. You didn't practice your answers ahead of time because you weren't planning to lie about anything. But you're wary of how you word things, not wanting to upset her. Being caught up with a married man is embarrassing enough as it is, and having to relay the details to his widowed wife only adds to it.

“Actually, our first meeting was totally by chance,” you say, bringing your steaming cup of tea to your lips. “I quite literally bumped into Matt one day. It was so brief, I barely gave it a second thought.”

You take a deep breath before continuing, “Then, about a week later, Matt showed up at my clinic with the same friend from before. It turned out, they were there for his friend's dog, who needed a check-up. Matt was just tagging along, helping out.”

Leigh’s face remains passive, making it hard to read.

“The friend was the one who interacted with me the most that day. He even asked for my number, saying they were grateful for the help with the dog. I assumed he was interested,” you say, the memory coming back to you clearer now as you speak. “But, to my surprise, it was Matt who texted me later, not his friend.”

You barely manage to suppress the slight twitch of your lips, recalling how everything once seemed magical to you. Leigh on the other hand, takes a slow sip of her coffee, buying a moment to process.

“Who was that friend of Matt's? Do you remember his name?” she asks.

You pause, racking your brain for the detail, feeling its importance to Leigh. “Yeah, I think his name was Nick or something,” you say, scratching your head. Whether the name ‘Nick’ rings any bells for her or not, she doesn't let on.

“Strange,” you mumble under your breath, but then shrug it off. “It doesn't really matter, he's not the one I—” You stop yourself just in time, realizing you're about to say something potentially hurtful about a situation that still feels raw, especially to Leigh.

Instead, you quickly pivot. “Anyway, that's how it all started. On the day of the dog’s follow-up, it was just Matt who came by. We struck up a friendship from there, and one thing led to another until he, uhm, asked me out for dinner.”

At this, you notice a subtle change in Leigh's demeanor. Her entire frame becomes more timid, the first real sign of emotion she's shown since this conversation began.

You’re about to go on with your story when Leigh suddenly speaks up.

“So, you just said yes, even though he was your client? Don't veterinarians have professional boundaries?”

Ever since meeting Leigh, you've found it challenging to predict what might trigger her reactions—it's like navigating a minefield. Occasionally, you’d find yourself wondering what it would be like to know her without the complications currently defining your interactions. You think about the roles you both involuntarily play in each other's lives, roles neither of you auditioned for but somehow ended up performing.

You feel a lump form in your throat, and your gaze drops to your lap. “Well, he was persistent,” you say, feeling the need to defend your decision. Nevertheless, it sounds weak to your own ears. “But I made it clear nothing could happen until the dog's treatment was complete. And I insisted he'd have to find a different vet for any future appointments. It was... complicated.”

“I bet,” Leigh scoffs, crossing her arms. After a beat, she asks, almost too casually, “So, how quickly did you two... you know, have your first kiss?”

The question hangs awkwardly between you. You know you can’t answer it in any way you could avoid her judgment, so you just decide to spit it out.

“First date.” Under Leigh’s scrutinizing gaze, it feels like admitting to a minor crime.

Leigh stares at you with unblinking eyes. “And how long after meeting him did this first date happen?”

You draw in a slow breath. “Three weeks,” you mutter. “It was last fall.” You add that bit, proactively laying out the timeline as if it could somehow soften the blow or make the situation less complicated. Leigh, however, looks like you've just knocked the wind out of her. She looks away, her expression shifting into something like shock or deep pain. Alarm bells ring in your head at the picture before you.

“Hey, did I say something wrong?” you say in a rush. “I mean, this whole situation is messed up, but if I—”

Leigh’s eyes are glass as they return to you. When she speaks again, her voice is so soft you almost have to lean in to hear. “Last fall... That's when I told Matt we should start trying for a baby.”

The words drain the color from your face. And suddenly, all the pieces of your story with Matt feels even more tainted.

You're not sure what your face gives away when you hear this news, but Leigh's expression quickly shifts from tearful to furious. “Stop feeling sorry for me,” she hisses. “I don’t need your pity.”

Leigh's tears start to spill over, and it's only 7:30 in the morning. It feels way too early for tears, especially here, in the middle of a coffee shop where the day is just beginning for most. You try to shrink into your seat, wishing you could make both of you invisible as the few other patrons start throwing curious, if not outright concerned, looks your way.

You never realized a simple conversation could cause someone so much pain. You thought providing Leigh with answers would help, but it looks like you're just making things even harder for her. Maybe keeping your distance from her is the kindest thing you can do.

“You know the worst part?” Leigh brushes away the tears that keep streaking down her face.

Clearly, she isn't looking for an answer, so you stay silent.

She makes sure she catches your eye before saying, “He agreed, and we started trying.”

Leigh catches her breath after wrapping up her class at the Beautiful Beast.

She took a day off yesterday, immediately after talking with you, spending the whole day in bed just trying to sort out her thoughts and feelings. Surprisingly, wasting away for a whole day seemed to help, and her concerns gradually drifted back to her fight with Jules. It’s been days, and Leigh feels the urgency of reconciliation pressing on her. By this point, they should be on speaking terms again. By now, Jules should have let go of her anger, right? Leigh knows she can't afford to have her sister hating her. At least not right now. She needs her family, or what’s left of it—on her side.

“Hey, Jules, got a sec? About the schedule…” Leigh tries, hoping work might be a safe enough topic to get her sister to acknowledge her existence once again.

Jules barely glances her way. Her hands keep moving, adjusting a strap here, aligning yoga mats there, as if the very act could shield her from having to engage. “Sorted. Check your email,” she replies, her voice cold and detached.

Leigh nods, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot. “Great, great... um, did you consider adding that beginners' workshop we talked about?”

Jules stops for a beat, and Leigh thinks, maybe she's going to drop it. But no, Jules resumes fussing over items that hardly require any attention. Then, without even looking up, she says, “Yeah, it's on the list. Anything else?”

Leigh tries to keep her cool, wishing Jules would just cut to the chase and tell her what needs to be done for all to be forgiven.

Trying a different tactic, Leigh goes, “Hey, found a Starbucks card in my bag. How 'bout I grab us some coffee? My treat.”

Leigh’s trying. She really is. Why can’t they see that?

Jules just gives her that look, the kind that doesn't need words, and heads back to her desk. And there's Leigh, offer of a beverage truce just floating in the air, going nowhere.

Getting ignored really gets under Leigh's skin. Back in the day, Matt's habit of brushing her off would drive her to the edge. She'd respond with over-the-top demands or twist things around just to make sure he’d always pay attention to her. She didn't start off wanting to be that person, but looking back, she sees the lengths she'd go to just to keep his attention from straying.

Unable to control herself, she heads straight for Jules, grabs her arm despite her trying to wiggle free, and yanks her into the backroom.

“What the hell is your problem?!” Jules explodes, not caring if anyone’s heard her outside.

They're both standing there, kind of shocked by how heated things got so fast. Jules’ shout might've turned a few heads outside, but right now, that's the least of Leigh's worries.

“How many times do I need to apologize, for you to get over this?”

Jules’ eyes are wide in disbelief, her mouth twisting into a sardonic smile, like she can’t believe what she’s hearing.

“You’re so fucking full of yourself, Leigh! This is exactly why I’m not talking to you,” Jules hisses, but keeps her voice down this time.

“What—”

“Do you even know what you’re sorry for?”

Leigh's initial scoff dies in her throat as she watches Jules' expression twist with hurt. “Yeah, okay, I said sorry about the crap I pulled the other day. I know I was out of line, talking about your past like that—”

Jules doesn't let her finish. “You weren't just being ‘out of line’, Leigh. You threw the worst time of my life in my face! Do you have any idea how hurtful that is? Coming from my own sister? From my own family? What, just to win an argument? To cover up for acting like a jerk at the club?”

Leigh goes quiet, but her face hardens, trying not to show how much Jules' words hit her right in the gut. What she said, laid out like that, it sounds…well, unforgivable.

“I'm trying, okay?” Leigh blurts out without thinking.

“Shouldn't be that hard to just be a decent human being, should it?” Jules shoots back, her dismissal sharp as she exits the cramped space, leaving Leigh reeling.

Under her breath, almost like she's talking to the walls, Leigh mumbles, “I'm really sorry…” It's quiet, almost lost in the room, but she means it the most at this very moment, even if no one's around to catch it.

Leigh clocks out from work, her day's fatigue hanging off her shoulders like a weighty cloak. Instead of heading straight home, she veers off her usual path, her feet bringing her to places that made breathing difficult the first few weeks after Matt's death. She's walking the same old route she always did when he was still around, back to when her home address was different and she'd pick up takeout from his favorite places along the way.

There’s the park first, the one where she and Matt spent countless afternoons sprawled on the grass, lying side by side as they watched the sky blush into shades of orange at sunset. She allows herself only a fleeting glance at the familiar paths and the bench they claimed theirs, feeling the same regret, the same hollowness as she remembers the good times they had there.

In the back of her mind, she can't shake off the worry that maybe you've been here too, making your own memories with him. She doesn’t feel the surge of anger at this thought however. Instead, a part of her is almost willing to share these sacred memories if it means holding onto him in any form. She wants to believe that her jealousy has faded into a quieter acceptance that others might also carry pieces of him, pieces she's learning to live with.

Pulling herself away from the park, Leigh's walk inevitably leads her past Matt's favorite Italian restaurant—a quaint, cozy place where they celebrated most of their birthdays and, on occasion, anniversaries, especially when neither felt like cooking (which became an increasingly common choice in the months leading up to his accident).

She remembers how Matt's face would light up at the prospect of their rich, creamy carbonara and the tiramisu he claimed was unrivaled in the city. She recalls the numerous times she attempted to recreate the restaurant's tiramisu at home, aiming to surprise Matt at least once a month. Despite her efforts, if she truly wanted to indulge him, she knew there was no substitute for the real thing. So, on special days, or whenever she felt an extra burst of affection, she'd stop by the restaurant on her way home, picking up takeout.

A waitress from the restaurant notices Leigh's lingering gaze and asks if she'd like a table. With a shy smile, Leigh declines, then pauses before finally deciding to order a tiramisu to go.

When she returns to her mom's house and eats the tiramisu alone, it tastes different.

Leigh can't decide if the difference in the tiramisu's taste is good or bad, but that doesn't stop her. She finishes the entire slice in minutes. But instead of feeling full, it makes her feel emptier. Perhaps, it’s not the flavor that's changed; it's the experience of eating it without Matt's enthusiastic commentary, without him lighting up at the first bite or playfully claiming the last one, despite his generous offer to let her have it.

Suddenly, tears just start pouring out of Leigh as she sits there with an empty plate. She didn't see it coming, no chance to stop it or shove it down. Then, she finds herself laughing—a deep, throaty laugh—because she's grieved for him in countless ways, but this, crying over a dessert, has to be the most absurd. It's exactly the kind of moment they would have laughed at together.

Deciding that that would be her dinner, Leigh cleans up the small mess she's made and considers the evening ahead. But just as she’s about to sink into the couch for a quiet night, her phone buzzes, making her jump.

Seeing your name flash on her screen, she sighs, sensing a familiar bitterness creeping back in, disrupting the soothing moments she had just spent reminiscing about Matt. She lets it ring a few times more before picking up.

“Hi, Y/N,” Leigh says, managing to keep her voice steady over the phone.

“Hey,” you start, unsure how to break the ice after everything. Especially with what you’re about to say next.

“Listen, something happened today at the clinic. Someone came in looking for their lost French Bulldog, and they had a picture,” you pause to breathe. “Leigh, it looks a lot like Visitor.”

On the other end of the line, you can practically hear Leigh's heart skip a beat.

“Hello?” you ask, checking to make sure she's still there after she doesn't respond for several seconds.

“Are you sure?” Leigh’s voice cracks slightly.

“Yeah, I'm pretty sure,” you say softly, feeling a surge of empathy. “I'm sending you the picture now. Check it out and tell me what you think.”

You hit send and then wait for Leigh’s confirmation.

“It's him. It's definitely Visitor,” she says a moment later.

You're relieved but also concerned about what comes next. “So, what are you going to do?”

Leigh hesitates, and when she speaks again, she doesn’t give a direct answer. “Thank you, Y/N,” she says, and you pick up something in her tone. Something somber.

“Everything alright?”

But the line's already dead, leaving you staring at your phone, wondering what she is up to.

Leigh stands outside the community center, her hand lingering on the door longer than usual. It's been weeks since she last came to a session. First, there was the shock of uncovering Matt's darkest secret, and now, there's the issue of the man inside, already looking her way, waiting to see her next move.

Danny appearing at her doorstep earlier in the week caught her completely off guard—and not in a good way. The moment she realized it was him, Leigh didn't hesitate to close the door in his face. After she shut him out, it escalated to the point where she threatened to call the police because he wouldn't stop pounding on the door and shouting for Leigh to let him in, insisting he just wanted to talk. His last attempt to get through to her fell flat when he flooded her inbox with texts and missed calls, pushing Leigh to the point where she blocked his number for good.

Despite the problem of Danny being here tonight, Leigh isn't willing to walk away from this just because of him. She's already given up so much lately, most recently Visitor—or Chico, as she found out his real name was—and his absence carved a fresh ache in her heart that she hadn't seen coming.

So, she takes a deep breath and pushes the door open, ignoring the smirk on Danny’s face as she proceeds to pretend like he doesn’t exist.

Somehow, after the meeting, Leigh ends up saying yes to a quick chat with Danny. He reels her in with the news that he submitted Matt’s remaining works—which he got custody of—to his publisher, and they were keen to publish them posthumously.

Leigh can't help but throw in a bit of shade. “That's nice of you, doing something good for your brother, even if it's a bit late.”

Danny's face drops a little. Her words were sharp enough to hurt him, but he doesn't bite back or get in her face about it, which totally throws Leigh for a loop. After all the time she'd spent ignoring him, she had expected him to be at his worst around her.

And then he surprises her even more when he says, “Let me give you a ride home? It's the least I can do…”

Leigh arches an eyebrow. She didn’t bring the car tonight because Jules had a thing with Tommy, and she didn’t want to give her sister another reason to resent her. A ride from Danny beats the alternatives of walking or shelling out for a pricey cab, especially now that her phone's battery has given out, nixing the option of booking an Uber.

But this is Danny. Matt’s brother, and the guy she hooked up with because she thought she’d get back some semblance of her dead husband. After Jules pointed out how messed up it was that they'd slept together, Leigh's been all over the place. The rules around what they were doing either turned her off or, weirdly enough, made the whole thing more enticing, taboo and all. That's a big part of why she's been steering clear of him. Hanging out with Danny feels like reaching for a cigarette long after she's sworn off smoking.

Even with all that swirling in her head, Leigh ends up saying, “Sure, why not?”

Before she knows it, she's also agreeing to a drink at his place.

The second they step into his apartment, something inside of Leigh snaps. Acting on impulse, she grabs Danny by the collar and kisses him fiercely. She clenches his shirt in her hands, practically tearing it in her grip. Danny's initial surprise melts away in seconds, and then he’s kissing her just as hard, his tongue prying open her lips, taking control of the kiss right away. His hands find her waits, pulling her closer, practically already half-lifting her against the wall.

Leigh, caught up in the moment, begins to move her hips in a rocking motion against him. The action is effective enough to distract him from where he’s kissing every inch of Leigh’s neck, and he retaliates by suddenly pressing her more firmly against the wall, pinning her with his hips, their chests are tightly pressed together.

But as Leigh's fingers begin to fumble with the button of Danny's pants, he catches her hands gently and, panting, says, “Wait, Leigh, hold on for just a sec.”

Leigh’s eyes fly open at his voice, irritation and impatience coloring them. “What?” she gasps out.

He ignores the hard edges of her tone. He wants more—something real—and he's hoping she does too.

“I can’t do this again unless I know it’s going somewhere,” Danny says. He gently lets go of Leigh and takes a step back, trying to collect himself. It's a tough task, though, with Leigh looking the way she does—hair all tousled, lips slightly swollen and marked from when he got a bit carried away, her cheeks tinged with a warm flush. He could’ve made her come in the next two minutes, he’s sure of it.

At Danny's confession, Leigh can't help it; she bursts into laughter. The idea of him catching feelings now, of all times, seems absurd to her. As she laughs, Danny's jaw tightens, but he waits patiently for her to finish.

When Leigh finally notices the seriousness etched across Danny's face, her amusement evaporates almost instantly. The realization that he's not joking strikes her, and it doesn't sit well. Not one bit.

“What, you think because your brother's gone, you get to... what? Step in? Take his place?” she spits out, incredulous. “This is never going to be anything more than a quick fuck, Danny.”

In his desperation, he calls her bluff. “You’re lying.”

Leigh's reaction morphs into a cruel sneer. “If you're going to insist on something more, then we're just wasting our time,” she mutters, turning to leave.

Danny's not ready to let her walk away, not yet. He grabs her arm, and for a second, they're just staring each other down, a silent battle raging between them. Leigh’s resolve is impenetrable.

It’s Danny who cracks first, exhaling a defeated, “Fine.”

But Leigh's not having any half-measures. She whirls around, fire in her eyes. “Nope. Say it properly,” she demands.

With a sigh that feels like he's giving away a part of himself, Danny looks at her, worn and resigned. “This doesn't have to mean anything,” he says even if it’s the last thing he wants.

Leigh locks eyes with him, a storm brewing in her look. Just when Danny thinks it's better to just drop it, she throws him a question out of nowhere.

“Did you know?”

“Know what?” Danny asks, genuinely puzzled.

“About Matt and me... trying for a baby when he... you know.”

“He... he never mentioned anything like that,” he says, feeling the pain she’s radiating. Leigh looks like she’s about to fall apart and all he wants is to be the one to gather her pieces and put them all back together.

No more words follow from Leigh. It's as if the question drained what was left of the conversation. Without warning, she surges forward, her lips meeting Danny’s in a bruising kiss, then she grabs Danny's hands, placing them firmly back on her waist. He gets the message loud and clear, and together they quickly shed their clothes, letting them fall in a heap around their feet. She comes about twelve minutes and thirty seconds later.

It's been eight days—not that you're keeping track or anything. But after giving Leigh the heads-up that someone’s been looking for a dog that looks exactly like Visitor, you were kind of expecting she’d at least update you if it really was him or not.

So, when a client strolls in later with Visitor, who's actually called Chico according to the file your secretary slips you, you're a little disappointed it's not Leigh showing up instead. It must have been incredibly tough for her to return Chico to his real family. She invested her heart, time, and not to mention her wallet, into that dog, caring for him as if he were her own.

Thinking she’d be relieved to know he’s in good hands, you send her a text to update her about Chico's visit to the clinic today. You mention how healthy and content he seems, yet you hazard a guess that he's probably missing Leigh too.

She sees your message right away, and then leaves you on read.

Her thing with Danny turns into a late-night ritual, particularly after Drew fails to respond to her following their conversation, not even offering her a guest column in the weeks that followed their talk. Drew continues to invite her for coffee and dinner dates along with his fiancée, but he avoids the topic about the column, so Leigh stops asking.

The hookups are always a post-midnight impulse. She’d find herself sneaking out of her mother's house to meet him, driven by a mix of need and escape, or occasionally, by insomnia. After their moments together, she never lingers in Danny's bed for too long once she's found her satisfaction, eager to shower away his scent from her skin.

Back at home, she ensures there's no trace of their deed by the time she slips into bed, allowing herself to sleep deep into the middle of the day. This pattern of nocturnal activity and daytime slumber has led her mother to adjust Leigh's responsibilities, moving her to take charge of the afternoon classes instead. This behavior earns her suspicious glances from Jules, but Leigh chooses to ignore them—if Jules isn't interested in reconciling, then she has no right to concern herself with Leigh's personal affairs.

Leigh doesn’t know how she got here, back at the beginning, in an ever messier situation. She can't stop fucking Danny, her emotions for Matt are a rollercoaster—she finds herself forgiving him and cursing him interchangeably a couple of times a day.

She's astounded this is her life now, seemingly unable to talk herself out of decisions that pull her deeper into chaos.

A month later, Leigh becomes a distant memory. Following a series of tumultuous encounters, your life gradually returns to its normal rhythm—quiet, ordinary days filled with clinic work, attending to various cases, meeting new clients, and addressing the myriad issues of small animals. All of these tasks prove easier to deal with than anything involving Leigh Shaw.

The sole noteworthy event in your generally uneventful life lately was your latest visit to a physician for an annual physical exam. The blood tests revealed some numbers outside the normal range, notably elevated cholesterol levels. Consequently, your doctor advised you to integrate exercise into your daily regimen and to reduce your consumption of takeout meals, specifically pizza and Chinese fast food.

It’s a big sacrifice, considering your day usually flies by without much thought for food, except for dinner. It’s the one time in your day you actually look forward to. So, to hold onto that bit of happiness, you've been looking at fitness classes that are actually enjoyable and help burn those extra calories to keep you in shape.

Yoga stands out as the top choice for you, mainly because it all unfolds on a mat. You assume it'll demand the least amount of effort compared to the other options (specifically spinning), which all seem to promise nothing but pain and suffering.

Deciding to give yoga a shot, you choose Beautiful Beast, swayed by its stellar reviews. You secure a slot for a 6pm class, feeling pretty good about this decision.

That is, until Leigh Shaw walks into the said class, clad in a sports bra and tight-fitting leggings that highlight her toned legs. She’s busy on her phone, and without looking up, she walks to the front of the room.

What are the chances you'd both be in the same class at the same fitness studio? The plot thickens when she pockets her phone and turns to face the class, gesturing for everyone to get their mats ready as the session's about to start.

You swallow hard. Leigh isn't here as a joiner—she's running it.

It takes about a quarter of the session for Leigh to notice you’re in her class. It's only while she's making her rounds, observing each student's camel pose, that her gaze finally lands on you. Struggling through your lack of core strength, you can't quite catch her initial reaction, but then she calls out your name. The surprise makes you gasp as she places her hand on the curve of your spine, just above the small of your back, and gently pushes you upward, deepening your arch.

The stretch draws a grimace from you, but then she says, “Good, that's it,” and suddenly, you're determined not to let her down. You focus on the pose, on Leigh's instructions, and on not falling apart under her watchful eye. Leigh keeps everyone in the position a few moments longer than expected before instructing the class to transition into the child's pose for recovery. At her cue, your arms collapse, and you find yourself breathing heavily, grateful for the brief respite.

Something tells you it's not the high cholesterol that's going to be the end of you, but rather this yoga class and Leigh's merciless teaching style.

You're all packed up and ready to leave, still reeling from what could easily be the toughest hour of your life, when someone calls out to you.

“Hey, Y/N.”

It's Leigh. Her tone is softer, more fatigued than you remember. She’s still in her gym clothes, looking like the workout barely touched her except for a few strands of hair sticking to her forehead. And somehow, she smells more like a rose garden than the gym floor.

“I didn’t know you work here—” you blurt out, almost apologizing. But before you can add anything else, Leigh just shakes her head, something like amusement in her smile, stopping you mid-sentence. Her smile, warm and a little teasing, eases some of the tension you didn't realize you were holding.

“Are you a mind reader or something?” she teases. “Cause yeah, I was going to ask if you were following me.”

You’re quick to deny it. “I wasn’t.”

Leigh lets out a chuckle like she's getting a kick out of seeing you on edge. You shuffle your feet, still unsure if she’s trying to scare you off or welcome you to her tutelage.

“Look, if it's weird for you, me being here... I can find another class,” you offer, the words tumbling out before you can think them through.

Her reaction is swift and a bit surprising, “Why would I want that? So you can duck out and be a rubbish yogi elsewhere and ruin my reputation?”

You’re taken aback by her response. Clearly, Leigh's not pushing you away; it's almost as if she's egging you on, daring you to stick it out. And if there's any hope of moving past this... whatever it is, leaving now because it might get awkward doesn't seem like the right move to make a fresh start.

“All right, I'll stay,” you find yourself saying, more to your surprise than hers.

Leigh's got this look of triumph, chin lifted just so, when you agree to stick around. “See you at 5:30. Greenway Park,” she throws out casually.

You're there blinking, trying to piece together what she means. But before you can even get a word out, she's one step ahead.

“We have to work on your endurance,” she clarifies. “Make sure you’re wearing real running shoes. No sneakers.”

#unbetad #my writing #my fic #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw x female reader #leigh shaw #sorry for your loss au #leigh shaw x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #sorry i had to tag wanda x reader for visibility

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7ndipity · 1 year

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Dating Jin headcanons

Seokjin x Reader

Warnings: swearing, teeny bit suggestive

A/N: More headcanons because they're fun and I can't sleep🤷. Working on these lists is making me so soft for the members all over again, it's crazy. Anyway, hope you like them!

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Dating Jin is like dating your best friend.

Cause, I mean, you basically are.

He is a hopeless romantic, in every sense of the phrase.

A Classic Gentleman. Opens doors for you, holds your hand on the stairs, shows up for your first date in a suit with bouquet of flowers(even though your just going to the fair or smth)

So awkward when you first start dating, his ears probably stayed red for a solid three weeks.

Does that blushy, flustered laugh thing anytime you complement him. Like yeah, he knows he's Mr.WWH, but hearing it from you just hits different, man.

He admitted before to getting so lost in daydreaming about his future s/o that he's burned food, and I think that would still happen(hopefully to a less severe degree) now that he has you.

Like, you'll be talking about something and look over at him, and he just has that distant look in his eyes. And you're like "Hello?" And he just blurts out something like "We should get a cat." "What?!"

You've heard his dad jokes, now get ready for the cheesiest, cringiest pick-up lines ever.

"I'm not a photographer, but I can picture me & you together." "Please stop." "Are you from Paris? Because Eiffel for you." "That doesn't even make sense!"

His flirt game is actually pretty good tho, he's just so nonchalant about it, that it tends to catch you off guard.

You:*walks in room* Him: "Wow." You:"What?" Him:"I just forgot how gorgeous you were."

Likes taking you on fancy dates, but usually prefers cozier, lowkey dates with you.

Like, one day he'll take you to the nicest restaurant in town, the next, he's dragging your ass to some lake to go fishing.

Cooking dates that start out pretty cute and sweet, but become increasingly unhinged as time goes on(there's a korean youtube channel TryToEat, that I swear is what he would be like)

Calls you things like 'Jagi' and 'Honey', as well as more weird, Jin-esque names like 'Bubble'(he thinks it's cute, just go with it)

Couples outfits that range from matching sweatsuits to those t-shirts that say "if found, please return to Jin" & "I'm Jin".(He claims it's for safety reasons because what if he loses you at the mall or smth?)

Y'all pick on each other constantly.

"You look like a Pokémon." "Big talk for someone built like fucking Dorito."

Like, you've seen him with Jungkook, he's a menace. But now, he's your menace. (Imma pray for you)

But he's the only one allowed to pick on you. Anyone else who tries is in for the cussing out of a lifetime.

House Husband Vibes.

Takes pride in looking after you, whether that's taking care of you when you're sick, or just making dinner on a random Wednesday. It makes him feel needed.

Speaks as if you're already married.

"Think about the kids." "What kids?!" "The cats!" "We don't have cats yet!" "Aha, yet! So we are going have some eventually!"

Has the tendency to finish every conversation by giving you a lil smooch. (Doesn't matter if he was talking to you or someone else, you're getting kisses)

Needy

Literally hangs off of you whenever he's tired or wants attention.

Long, drawn out kisses where he backs you against the wall or counter that can make you forget about anything else other than him.

Likes to lay on you rather than with you. Like, you are his favorite pillow, and he will whine if you don't let him have his pillow time, cause he's a dramatic mf.

"AGH, Y/N-AH LOVES ME NOT! HOW WILL I GO ON?!

The other members don't call him the actual maknae for no reason, he's kinda baby.

You're one of the only people who get to see his more serious sides though, however brief their appearances may be.

Argues with you over the dumbest shit, but avoids actually fighting with you like a plague.

Overall, he's very sweet though and would do anything for you. Idk, he's just so, 💞ugh, yeah Imma go now.

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digenerate-trash · 5 months

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for the polycule, what if an exhibitionist pc decided to hide naked somewhere in town and whoever finds her, gets to keep her that week?

setting up a competition like this is a guaranteed way to get mauled first of all but yeah!!!! what if???? Town love interests only for now!!!!

Whitney

Whitney loves the idea and is even open to sharing if he finds you but no one but Sydney agrees. and Sydney is only willing to share if Whitney finds you first. he mainly checks the park and places around the brothel and pup. if you love him you'll hide somewhere easy for him to find

-your week with Whitney is spent naked and as his accessory. he shares you out anyway and you're the most marked up you've ever been.

Sydney

Sydney is delighted and even asks if he finds you first so that he gets to use you as a test subject at the shop for the week. but it doesn't matter what you say he's planning on using you anyway. he frequents locations that you two like to go to and even brings a spare t-shirt with him in case he finds you cold.

-your week with Sydney is pretty demanding he's very insistent on a real human display for the shop and even Sirris seems to be tentatively fine with it.

Kylar

Kylar keeps trying to get you to call this off and just hide out at his place. he insists you'll be safe and happy there and he promises that he'll be good for the week you stay with him. he won't even use ropes or anything. which no one brought up. he's the most thorough while looking for you. he searches everywhere systematically even asks around business and strangers.

-the week with Kylar is spent tied up in his basement. he keeps you there and cuddles you the whole time. even tries to marry you again just to keep you to himself. he's the least okay with the polly thing

Robin

Robin is in favor of the idea until you mention that he won't just be competing with the other school's love interests. He's panicking the whole time now. stressing out and trying to find you in every place you might be.

-the week with Robin is all about self-care. insists on making sure you're happy comfortable, and fed. gentle sex and Ghibli movies.

Avery

avery is an asshole about it. He is not a big fan of sharing and when you bring up the contest he hires people to find you. like a lot of people. he's got the resources for it and he's not a big fan of getting his own hands dirty for this.

-the week with Avery is pretty pampered but he still makes you beg and keeps you basically under his desk for the week. he's very happy to have a little desk pet and he's proud of you for making things easy on him.

#degrees of lewdity #kylar the loner #sydney the faithful #whitney the bully #robin the orphan #sydney the fallen #avery the businessperson #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #x reader #gn reader

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bywons · 15 days

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moots as songs

𓈒 ୭ৎ 🖇 — 𝒎oot games !

sorry i took a bit long bae :( </3

♡ @euncsace as always forever by cults ( you and me always forever, we could stay along together say you'll never be separate )

♡ @atrirose as salvatore by lana del rey ( i adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me? summer's hot but I've been cold without you )

♡ @leaderwon as white ferrari by frank ocean ( i care for you still and I will forever that was my part of the deal, honest we got so familiar )

♡ @voikiraz as you get me so high by the neighborhood ( we could be the greatest it doesn't matter if we're never rich or famous )

♡ @haknom as lover's rock by TV girl ( you like a pretty boy, with a pretty voice who's trying to sell u something )

♡ @hoonvrs as stargirl interlude by the weeknd and lana del rey ( and i shouldn't cry but i love it starboy, i just wanna see you shine cause i know you are a stargirl )

♡ @lilacnini as remember when by wallows ( do you remember when we felt like the only two alive? don't let me be one of the people that seek a lost romance )

♡ @copyhanni as good looking by suki waterhouse ( baby, I'm high octane, fever in a shock wave, my core vibrates in an opium haze )

♡ @weoris as pain by pinkpantheress ( i expected to see you on your morning run again i know i shouldn't be watching 'cause every time i feel the pain )

♡ @lheebra as washing machine heart by mitski ( toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart, baby bang it up inside )

♡ @bambisite as melting by kali uchis ( so you'll smile at everything i say you got some soft lips and some pearly whites )

♡ @isoobie as the perfect pair by beabadobee ( 'cause I would anyways we'd end up like always you know me, you better show me )

♡ @okwonyo as show me how by men i trust ( show me how you care, tell me how you loved before, show me how you smile )

♡ @wonifullove as stupid in love by max, huh yunjin ( let's get married in vegas, we don't need guest list i don't wanna think too much )

♡ @naespas as are you bored yet? by wallows, clairo ( 'cause we could stay at home or watch the sunset, but I can't help from askin', "are you bored yet?" )

♡ @rsmura as tek it by cafuné ( i watch the moon, let it run my mood, can't stop thinking of you )

♡ @yeokii as i must apologise by pink pantheress ( Your paranoia, it happens all the time, and that's 'cause lying's a big problem of mine )

♡ @sainns as dancing with your ghost by sasha sloan ( im still your girl, holding on too tight, head up in the clouds )

HELP i hope i didn't miss out any of my pookies 😔 if i did don't be sad bae, it's prolly becuz i dunno ur vibe yet as we don't interact much! SO TALK TO ME BAEEE :3

#` ` ౨ৎ 🗯 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 ⋆#— ( ✶ ) ◞ 𝓘nbox #` ` ✉️ anons ⋆#— ( ✶ ) ◞ 𝓜oot 𝓛ovelies 👩🏻

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greatbritishsimchallenge · 2 months

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That night, Maggie cried while Frankie attempted to console her.

"Ignore them! They're just being so sour because they've forgotten how good cake tastes. If they knew, they'd eat so much they'd end up the fattest nobles in all England!" insisted Frankie.

"It's not about that! I don't care about cake! It was a stupid second of superficial gluttony and now it is costing me my future reputation as the Lady of Newcrest and my soul's place in eternal paradise! What if word gets out that I am a glutton? Who will marry me then?"

"Someone with some common sense!" Frankie replied.

Maggie sighed, "You still don't get it."

"I don't, Mags, I really don't. When I age up, I'm not going to care if I am the size of a waif or a whale. That stuff doesn't matter. You're a good person and that's what matters. Any Lord who cannot see that is not worth being with anyway."

Maggie sniffed and wiped her eyes, "You sound like Peggy."

Frankie suddenly felt deeply uncomfortable and shifted topic: "Besides, I don't think you should even get married -"

"Frankie", complained Maggie, "Don't start all that again."

"What do you need a spouse for? You saw Peggy's marriage - she was the smartest, most beautiful, most brilliant woman on the planet and her husband did nothing but cause her trouble! Then she has a baby, and what happens? Dead! You don't need any of that."

Maggie did not reply, but continued preparing herself for bed. Frankie's anti-marriage lectures had become so regular that they were practically part of the night-time routine.

"I say we both forget getting married. We wait for mama to pass so you're the Lady of Newcrest and then we ditch all of this and go see the world. You'll have all the money for us to buy a ship and hire a crew and go on endless adventures!"

"I don't want endless adventure!" snapped Maggie. "I want to be a good leader of Newcrest and a true follower of the Pure Faith. That means staying here and doing what is right for my lands and the people I lead. I'm tired of you bugging me with these childish dreams. I cannot wait for your birthday so you can grow up and understand the world as I do!"

As Maggie got into bed, pulled the covers over her head and returned to crying under the covers, Frankie crossed her arms in a huff. She did not bother to continue her argument with Maggie, but she wanted to retort that she would never understand the world as her mama and Maggie did, no matter how old she was.

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#sims 4 history challenge #great british sim challenge

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blakeswritingimagines · 1 year

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Dating Izuku Midoriya would include

Cheering each other on even when he didn't have a quirk, and if you have one, he loves to study and help you anyway he can than celebrating when he gets a quirk.

Being each other's go-to for most things, like when he was getting bullied and he gets nervous trying to help you during hardships, but after enough time, he's confident.

Enjoys sitting next to you in class and going over everything with you but does get flustered when you pull him out of his deep thinking.

Him going to his friends for help when it comes to date ideas or gift ideas for you.

He loves the idea of working together as heroes and working at the same agency, but if you don't wanna get into hero work, he'll excitedly tell you every detail.

In school, he always wants to partner up with you or be on the same team. Out of school, he enjoys being your partner or being each other's dates to hero events.

Going adventures or traveling with each other regardless if it's for school or work he treats you to whatever you where ever you both go.

Being very domestic with him and already acting like a married couple after enough time in your relationship.

He wants to join in on your hobbies if he doesn't grasp the concept (baking, knitting, gardening, etc). Whatever it is, he simply just wants to join you.

His favorite dates are: Dinner and a movie, going to the zoo/aquarium, taking classes for something new, cooking together.

His love languages are: Acts of service he loves helping others or doing something nice for you, Physical touch because he loves cuddling and holding you close, Words of affirmation because he's had to build himself up he can do it for you too.

You'll be getting a pet together, which most likely comes out as two if your views differ on what kind you both want/like.

Everyone having a hard time believing that you're dating him, but you both get teased relentlessly because of it, especially more him with Katsuki.

If you're not a hero, he's cautious about letting people know your dating because he doesn't want anyone hurting you or the villains getting to you.

Even with all of his hero work, he enjoys cooking and cleaning for you he'll go as far as to prep you a nice relaxing bath with candles and soft music if you've had a bad day.

Living together and having to understand an extra or two will simply be for all of his all might things and collections, and no, he can't pick anything to get rid of.

Pouty when jealous but doesn't say anything either he holds you close and gives you kisses or he'll sit and sulk somewhere as he overthinks about it.

Adores having sacred traditions that just the two of you do together and will tell others but doesn't want anyone else to join unless you have kids.

Let's you take care of him when he's hurt or overwhelmed and highly emotional even if you make fun and tease him about it since he thinks it's cute.

Had to wait until he had the confidence to ask you out unless all might had set something up to make Midoriya look great which probably failed and made him look like a dork but still got a date with you.

He's got a thing for the school uniform and enjoys getting to use it with you.

Into bondage not heavily but enjoys seeing it done on you or the feeling of it done on him.

Already cries over so much and has come to enjoy the feeling over too much pleasure as he cries about it when he can't tell if he wants it to be over or continued on.

You being charge or at least making the first move gets him hot and bothered under the collar.

Praising you no matter what, even if your bratty that just causes him to be condescending as he speaks sweet words to you.

#dating would include #izuku midoriya #izuku mydoria x reader #mha deku #deku #bnha izuku #my hero academia #bnha

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betweenthings2 · 20 days

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13 for the one word prompts!

Thank you for the ask!! The list is here if anyone else wants to see it =)

One word prompts- Dancing

Matty stops, shaking his head and laughing, and says, "Dancing involves not tripping over each other, ya'know."

George frowns, his hands on Matty's waist feeling far less sure. "Maybe you should lead," he suggests.

Matty shakes his head. He could lead, he supposes, but he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to worry about being in control of everything for once. He wants to follow. "You'll get it," he promises. "There's a learning curve."

"You should lead," George repeats. "You know what you're doing."

It suddenly dawns on Matty how nervous George really is. He doesn't see George nervous very often--he's usually very level-headed and even, a realist. "Are you nervous?" Matty asks, taking his hand from around George's neck and cupping his jaw, thumb running over his cheekbone.

George isn't the problem, Matty knows. Sure, Matty is the one with any kind of dance training between them, but slow dancing really isn't all that hard. The problem is more that they haven't come to an agreement on what they'll actually end up dancing to and the fact that they're both a little bit tipsy and trying to dance in the kitchen in their socks.

"A little bit," George admits. "I don't wanna get it wrong. Not something that matters to you."

"Aw, love, you're not gonna get it wrong. I promise you that," Matty murmurs. "'s just dancing."

"I know," George agrees, "but it matters to you."

Matty stands on his tiptoes and leans in for a short kiss, then says, "You matter to me. I could take or leave dancing. It's just what people do. We don't have to do what everyone does. I mean, tradition isn't really that important and nothing about us is traditional."

"It is tradition," George echoes.

"That doesn't mean we have to. You know how I feel about tradition. We could stand there and make out and I'd be happy. We could sneak out for a smoke and I'd be happy," Matty counters. "It's our wedding. Do you even want to do a first dance?"

"Do you?" George counters.

"Only if you do. Like I said, we could leave after dinner and I'd be happy. We could leave after the ceremony and I'd be happy. I mean, you should let me know if you wanna leave after the ceremony sooner rather than later 'cause I'd change the wine pairings and you'd have to buy me dinner eventually, but I'm happy as long as I'm with you."

"You'd doom our friends and family to subpar wine?" George teases, hands a little more firm on Matty's hips now.

Matty nods, shameless. "I'm not paying for it if I don't get to drink it."

"God, I love you," George murmurs. "I can't wait to marry you."

"I love you, too," Matty responds. "We're gonna be a horrible old married couple."

"I can't wait," George repeats. He resettles his hands on Matty's hips and says, "Let's try again."

Matty drapes his arms back over George's shoulders, and agrees, "'k."

He lets George take the lead again, murmuring quiet instructions and suggests as the need crops up. "Am I gonna distract you if I tell you how much I like this?" he asks quietly.

"Maybe," George answers. "Tell me anyway?"

"Ok. I really like this," Matty says. "It feels," he pauses, "intimate, like there's no one but us. I like just being close. I like loving you. Loving you is the best thing I've ever done. If I did nothing else with my life, I think it'd still be a life well lived."

George stills, quiet, then tugs Matty close, into a proper hug.

"Was that the wrong thing to say?" Matty asks after a few moments of quiet

"No," George murmurs. "I love you. I love our life and I'm really glad you said yes."

Matty smiles and moves so that he can kiss George. "Did you think I'd say no?" he asks.

"No," George admits. "I'm just glad you said yes."

"Me too," Matty agrees. "Me too."

#my fic #matty healy #george daniel #matty x george #sun to me m+g is that you

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ivoncu · 2 years

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—𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐒 A. RINNE

☆ ,, SYPNOSIS 𝄒 You are Amagi Rinne's no. 1 enabler.

〝 𓈒 CONTENT 𝄒 fluff(?), headcanons, crackfic(?), mentions of gambling, dumbasses in love/chaotic best friends trope.

( n. ) — note rinne is a loser who gambles so i decided why not make a reader who's like him just slightly okay in the head. i😭m nlt exactly the proudest of this but i really wanted to make a headcanon about rinne and reader whos chaotic

God help everybody around you, you would be the most chaotic people to ever exist. No matter just how hard you try to put on your calm and collected persona, you're still the same as he is—a reckless idiot who gambles.

You two are absolutely the best friends/lovers people wished never met—let alone exist in the same universe.

HiMERU hates you, Kohaku tolerates you to some extent and Niki also tolerates you. Niki only does so because he knows you have way more common sense than that Rinne could ever have and trusts you to watch over him when he cannot.

He's wrong; you're actually just as stupid as Rinne is. You're his no. 1 enabler.

Is Rinne about to do something stupid? Yes, and you'll be there right behind him to give some words of encouragement and watch it unfold!

We don't even talk about your gambling addiction, though. You're not exactly a gambling addict, but you are a gambler. Just not an addict(?)

It's a funny coincidence how you two first met each other while gambling. It's also a funny coincidence how he gambled against you and lost and still hasn't paid that full sum of money he owed you. He's been pulling shit out of his ass about the money, so I wouldn't go against the idea of forcing him to pay you back.

You guys are dramatic, of course. One time, you two acted like you were married in front of the whole Crazy:B and almost made HiMERU cry, puke, shit his pants, cry and puke.

Despite your bickering, he does genuinely love you; whether platonic or not is up to you. He truly does think your appearance in his life all of a sudden must means the god of luck loves him. (Or something he says)

He'd be genuinely sad if you had to go somewhere far away from him. Like for real.

But he doesn't have to worry about that, he thinks. You aren't leaving him soon anyways, right? No way he'd let you leave, life without you would be so mundane—he wants to risk it all away with you!

Bonus, have you seen that clip where Rinne and Niki are imitating the truck sounds in sudden death? You've also done that a lot of times before, just... Try not to do that in front of HiMERU, though. You know how he thinks about you, he's probably gonna punch the two of you in the face after that.

#ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #rinne amagi x reader #i hate him #hope he explodes

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nukaberries · 2 years

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Hey! I love your writing, you capture the characters so well 🙈 I was wondering if you could maybe write about what a wedding between a f!Sole and Hancock would look like??

Hey! That's so sweet, thank you!! I was worried about writing anyone out of character so I'm glad you think I was accurate <33 This is so wholesome though, I love Hancock so much!! I'm also loving these wedding/proposal asks, they're so fun to write!! (Plus I associate weddings and marriage with Lover by Taylor Swift, which might be one of my favourite albums atm!)

Hancock Marrying a F!Sole Survivor

Nobody has ever seen John Hancock this stressed out in his entire life, desperate to make sure that not only does his big day go down smoothly, but that it's the best day of your life. His determination is actually quite intimidating to a lot of the residents of Goodneighbor.

He's never actually been to a wedding before, so he's completely out of his depth if he's doing anything right. He just hopes that at the very least, you'll appreciate the thought he put into everything - and he'll never stop apologising that a bloatfly flew onto the cake when he wasn't looking.

He's also pretty sure that Daisy was lying when she said she's qualified to officiate a marriage, that apparently she married her brother and his wife way back when. Not that Hancock cares much about pre-war traditions, the marriage doesn't need to be legally official, so long as you know how much you mean to him.

It's safe to say that John isn't a particularly conventional guy but if you really want him to, he'll dress up in a suit and tie (just don't ask him to take the hat off). He'll also be more than happy, no matter what you choose to wear, whether that be a dress, a suit or if you just wear casual attire, so long as you're comfortable.

For the most part, he stumbles his way anxiously through his vows, which is hard to believe, considering most people have only ever known him as the charismatic mayor of Goodneighbor. But you don't seem to mind all that much, so he doesn't really care what anyone else might have to say about it.

And, yeah, he definitely tears up during your own vows - although, he tries to hide it. It doesn't even matter what you say, you could be speaking in a language he doesn't understand and he'd still stare lovingly at you, in awe of the fact that someone as incredible as you actually wanted to spend the rest of their life with him. What did he ever do to deserve you?

The first kiss the two of you share as a married couple instantly goes down as the best kiss of his life. Just knowing what it signified, that you were willing to be by his side for all eternity, is enough for him to treasure it. It makes the entire wedding feel all the more real to him, instead of a dream of some perfect life he'd never get. You're actually married, he's actually your husband.

He manages to pull himself together for the party after, it's only small, a few of both your close friends and some Goodneighbor residents. For a Goodneighbor party, it's actually pretty peaceful, which he's grateful for. Although, half way through, Hancock does end up regretting asking MacCready to be his best man when insists on getting up to make a speech - minus the one story he tells about the time John got high and thought he could fist fight a Yaoi Guai, it's actually not all that embarrassing.

Depending on your own preference, Hancock will stay at the party until the early hours of the morning, or he'll leave early if you decide the two of you need the space. He cares more about being around you than anyone else anyway, and he'll find a way to excuse the both of you.

Hancock won't leave your side for the next few days . . Or weeks. Still unable to believe you're his wife, and not wanting to waste one second of it, as though you'll disappear if he leaves you alone for too long. He will understand if you need the space though, don't worry, he'll do his best not to smother you.

#KSFGK sorry this took so long #i promise not to go inactive and then i do anyways #but this was so fun to write #i love hancock sm #fallout #fallout 4 #john hancock #john hancock x reader #fallout companions #fallout headcanons #fallout imagines #fallout x reader

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viilpstick · 4 months

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Alright alright-- I blame me having too much free time on my hands😔

Hope you have fun and don't think your pookies are free I WILL write and draw for them as well👀

•••

"I’ve told you, you should just give up already.”

“And lose to a mouse?” Leona scoffed as he straightened his back, finally needing to think a bit more at a game of chess. “I don't think so.”

He moved his tower, taking another one of Isabelle's pawns, she had nearly none at this point. She heavily sighed and put a finger to her chin, wondering what her next move should be. Leona held back a smile as he watched the features of his fiancée shift to a more puzzled look. He had trapped her into a corner, he just needed to wait until she realized it.

As he waited, his green irises traveled along the room, noticing the details Isabelle's castle had. Her country, and by extension her home, was the complete opposite of his: Sunset Savannah was hot, warm colors everywhere, and clothes that replicated that to prevent those living there to have an accident; meanwhile Roseneuve was cold, its people wearing clothes that resembled that, with long sleeves and an air of… well, it was all too snobbish in Leona's opinion, but not on Isabelle. No, as much as he hated to admit she looked good in almost anything.

They waited for Sunset Savannah and Roseneuve’s kings to finish their meeting, and welcome the two people who were actually going to be affected by their decisions, — thank you for not including them in a conversation about their future, dear Falena — so they could finally have a banquet together.

Today… was gonna be a bit different than usual.

“So?” He asked, staring at a frustrated Isabelle, who moved a random piece on her chessboard and crossed her arms in annoyance, knowing she lost. Leona chuckled and finally corned her king with another piece. “Checkmate.”

“Don't think this changes anything, we’re still in a tie.”

“Doesn't matter if we're in a tie if I won this time.” he said and the girl got up, fixing her long dress and walking towards the window of the room they were currently in. “You running away or something?”

“I'm merely taking a look outside. Are you already missing me?” She teased and Leona got up, holding the small box in his pocket as he walked to stand beside her. It was silent for a moment, until Isabelle couldn't stand it anymore. “If you're unhappy with this we can try voicing our opinions and cancel it.”

“What?”

“If you still don't want to marry me.” She says, trying to sound calm and collected, but he could tell by her slightly shaky voice and how she avoided his gaze that she was very much nervous about this. “I mean who thinks about getting married at 18 and 20? That's insane.”

“You said that was your duty to your kingdom.” Leona said, Isabelle finally looked at him with a slight frown on her face. “Do you no longer believe that?”

“I do, but how is it fair for you? What- what if this marriage means you'll spend your whole life miserable, anyway?” She questioned and Leona was surprised, he didn't realize how much she cared- but then again, he should've figured. Isabelle wasn't one to enter a relationship — a relationship with him — if she didn't care. “If you don't- I mean if you're still uncertain about your feelings we can-”

"I was never uncertain about my feelings.” Leona says firmly, holding eye contact and the girl blinked, relieved to hear such words. “Yeah most people don't think about getting married that young. But we're not most people, are we? And while I do hate how things are set in stone…” he takes the small box and places it in her hands. “I'm quite glad that I’ll get married to you.”

He turned around, a bit embarrassed by being so cheesy. Isabelle stared at the box in pure confusion until she realized Leona wasn't gonna say anything else. She slowly opened it and her eyes widened in shock.

“You're not serious.”

��We're engaged. It's about time you have a ring.” He chuckled at her surprised tone, turning his head to her and resting it on his hand. “You like it?”

Isabelle stared at the ring for a moment, a small diamond placed exactly where the wedding ring made a slight curve, looking like the setting sun. She chuckled, unable to keep her smile off of her face while putting the ring on her finger.

“Where did you get the measurement of my ring finger?” She asked and Leona groaned out loud, making her lift an eyebrow.

“Your friend might know a lot of stuff about you but she rivals Ruggie when it comes to sharing information.” At that, Isabelle laughed. Yup, that was Adeline for you: a menace to her boyfriend — well, fiancé — despite being their biggest supporter.

Isabelle rested her head on his shoulder, staring at the ring.

"Thanks."

"Pay me back at our honeymoon."

Then, she slapped his arm in embarrassment while he howled with laughter.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?!!?!????????

WHEN I READ “The small box” I WAS ALREADY: BITCH- NO HE IS NOT.

AND THEN HE GIVES THE RING TO HER UGHHHHHH I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEEEM 😭😭😭🤎🤎

YOU WRITING IS SO GOOD MAH BTW, never failing on impress me, istg-

AND BTW THEM???? THEY ARE JUST QKXHQNXGQJXGNWYZJAGXNEHZN

I LOVE THEM?????-?-?1,-?,1?-?1???:

#Adeline cameo was truths only #𐙚 moots 🤎#inbox 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ✧#⋆ ࣪ 𖥔 . leona kingsholar #⋆ ࣪ 𖥔 . isabelle #🤎 ! mah’s writting #🤎 ! mah

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Imagine trying to convince heethan to let you out with the girls without him and saying “if you let me go I’ll marry you!” to try and convince him and he just raises an eyebrow and says “we’re already married? And even if we weren’t, you’re guaranteed to be mine anyways”

- loaf

oh dear fluffy loaf,

it's pretty much just as you said it. it wouldn't matter if you tossed an ultimatum, he'd just look at you like you're dumb because...quite frankly...you really dont have a choice.

"you're not going, so drop it. leave it alone."

once he notices you're still mad, he'll try to comfort you by having you come sit next to him and watch your favorite shows or movies, order your favorite food and snacks, and will even rub your back and lay you down on his lap so he can stroke his fingers through your hair.

but if you're soo mad that you dont even want him to touch you, fine, hell just go downstairs, but you remain in the bedroom and stay there until things cool down.

he really doesn't give you much choice but taht's because he loves you too much. its really insane tbh. but i personally love it.

heelel imo.....that woud be one that i would try to avoid bc heelel is soooooooooooo beyond insane...plus he's the devil....he's a maniac......you'll see.

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ryozaki21 · 2 years

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the promise - k.dy

"and i'll kiss your lips as a seal of ownership, you'd be mine and i'll be yours, forever and always."

genre: angst, lil fluff, wedding au

warnings: none, wc: 782

an: another one of my old stories lol dw i'll be posting a long fic soon!

(lower case intended)

seeing him standing there, at the altar, makes everything you've ever dreamed of come true. it felt like heaven, the sight of him waiting at the end of the isle.

his white fitted tux that hugged his figure perfectly, with slight touches of black at the collar, and his perfectly combed hair. his eyes glisten as he stood there, obviously nervous about the whole ceremony.

you looked around, seeing the entire garden covered with pink roses and daisies, exactly what you've imagined back when you two were highschool lovers.

the promises you made, and the idea of the future that you two imagined, is now in front of you. everything you two ever wanted.

*ten years ago*

"baby, break's almost over. we gotta go back to class." you slapped his bunny cheeks slightly, trying to get his attention.

"can we just skip it? history sucks anyways." he mumbled with his eyes still closed, no signs of standing up. he was laying on your lap as you sat in the ground of the roof top you two snuck into.

"we have a quiz." you said sternly.

"for like what? five points? come on baby let's just rest here.." he said, smirking.

you rolled your eyes and sighed, "get up. mr. choi will notice right away that we're not the--"

"i think i'm gonna marry you."

you froze, hearing what your boyfriend just said.

"what now?" you asked, confused looking down at him.

slowly, he opened his eyes, gazing straight at you. "i said, i want to spend forever with you."

you don't know exactly what to feel, all of this being so sudden. yet one thing's for sure, you know you're overwhelemd.

"doie, babe, we're literally seventeen." you slightly chuckled as you caressed his hair.

"yet i'm sure that you'll be the one for me. aren't you?" he sounded like a baby with his last words, as he looked at you with his doe eyes.

slowly, a smile crept on your face. "i want a garden wedding, then." you chuckled, playing along.

"i want a beach wedding, tho." he said, as he closed his eyes, imagining his dream wedding.

"the wife gets to decide. garden." you said.

"you're right. my wife wants garden wedding, we shall have a garden wedding." he said, smiling through his words. you can feel the sincerity with the every word that came out of his mouth.

just then, you slowly imagined your life. it would be nice spending eternity with this man. it's wouldn't be rainbow and butterflies everyday, but being with him just feels... perfectly fine.

"you'd be wearing a white dress." he mumbled again.

"of course. what dress do you want me to wear, hubby?" you had a slight joking tone.

"everything fits you perfectly. you'll look beautiful with everything. so it doesn't really matter."

you blushed, looking upwards to avoid him catching you flustered.

"even if i don't wear anything at all?"

"now, we gotta save that for honeymoon, babe. don't be too excited now." doyoung stated with a slight touch of teasing.

you jokingly hit his arms. "pervert?"

"you're the one who wants to walk naked at the altar."

"i was just proving a point !" you defensively stated.

"anyways. your parents are in the first row, your mom would most definitely bawling. my dad would secretly cry too, for sure. hyung too, i know he'd be crying but would try his best not to. tsh." doyoung, explaining every detail which automatically translates onto your imagination, seeing everything in front of you.

that just filled your heart with emotions, imagining everything.

"we'll say our vows to each other, and then i'll lift your veil, see your beautiful face, hope you'd be crying aswell, and kiss your lips as a seal of ownership. you'd be mine, and i'll be yours, forever and always."

it took you a couple of seconds before reacting to what he just said, feeling overwhelmed.

"i love you so much, doie." that was the only thing that left your mouth that day, doyoung responding with "i love you more, y/n."

and now, seeing the flowers scattered all over the garden, the arch that is beautifully decorated above where doyoung is standing, the pink roses that complimented the daisies.

again, everything you've ever wanted.

except you were at the back, witnessing the ceremony you once thought was yours.

doyoung is marrying your best friend. you two did not end up with each other. all of those promises were made by two kids, hopelessly inlove with each other at that time.

yet you still remember how he promised you this exact moment.. not thinking he'd also make that exact promise for somebody else.

#nct imagines #nct aus #nct doyoung #doyoung x reader #doyoung x y/n #doyoung x you #kim doyoung #kpop au #kpop imagines #nct 127 #angst #kpop oneshots #nct oneshots

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zeldaelmo · 6 months

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How about a director's commentary on the opening scene of "Crown of Lies". There's a lot happening there and Link's inner monologue runs through my mind from time to time. Mainly because I really love the expression 'asshat' and have used it myself, on occasion, so it was funny to hear him use it.

Haha, the first chapter, especially the first half of the first chapter of 'Crown of Lies' is still one of my favorites this year.

Link is so, so pissed. 😆

Well, of course, he's mainly hurt, but that's blanketed by a lot of anger.

Imagine the woman you've loved for years announces her engagement while you're on a rare home leave! And then she doesn't even have the guts to tell you because you never ever acknowledged the feelings that buzz between you two like electricity. She doesn't say anything because she tells herself it can't be true that you love her. What does it matter anyway if you can't be together?

But it does matter. Oh, it does matter. You've made your peace with the fact that you are no marriage material and that's nearly fine. You'll grow to live with it. But she doesn't want to marry this asshat, you see it with every desperate inch that she brings between her and her fiance. And that's when you snap.

You do the unthinkable. You speak up. You touch her. And then, when everything, everything is lost, you finally kiss her.

It changes nothing.

It changes everything.

#crown of lies #ask game #this story will get a little epilogue eventually #✌️

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