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simluvbot · 3 years

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Sunghoon as your boyfriend

a/n: as usual with these bf headcanons, im sorry it was so messy TT also thank you so so much for over 100 followers !! <33

open to read <3

tbh it got to a point where literally everyone but you two knew that you were crushing on each other..

Sunghoon can very oblivious sometimes, and so can you

tbh it was literally until jake had to spell out to sunghoon how he obviously had a crush on you which is what prompted him to actively make moves on you (lmao)

And, sooner or later, you both ended up dating :D

Sunghoon is be pretty awkward early on in the relationship so it’s just so so precious ):

so every small moment of skinship between you both has butterflies instantly swarming in your stomachs and your cheeks heating up like crazy ):

And sunghoon will think about it for ages in his bed later at nighttime, replaying the moment you took his hand in yours and interlocked your fingers with his

He’d think about how soft your hands felt in his hold and how fuzzy the feeling made him feel, and sunghoon isn’t one to freak out easily but gee the butterflies you made him feel (he will never tell you about that though)

Many late night dates!

I say this for literally every enhypen member but to me this concept just fits so well with all of them

Sunghoon likes going on late night walks with you in private (and safe!) parks where he knows that you two will be completely alone

He loves walking around with you for hours, chatting away about random weird topics and sharing shy eye contact with each other

Or he will also like to lay down on the grass with you, backs on the plush ground and stargazing together 💔

He’ll admire your side profile and smile at your awed expression as you stare up at the stars, thinking about how pretty you look under the moonlight

But then when you turn to face him he’ll look away and pretend he was never looking in the first place🙄

To me sunghoon seems the type to silently appreciate you and the small moments he shares with you.

You could be sitting across from him eating messily while ranting about your day and he’ll simply nod, barely listening and instead watching the way your moth moves and how prettily your lips create shapes as you talk

Or you could be simply doing nothing at all, instead laying on the sofa on your phone and he’ll look up from his own now and then, quietly reflecting and feeling thankful for how you’re in his life

In public he is very much the silent observer! but not in a creepy way, it’s all loving of course, especially since hoon has said before that he’s not the best with expressing his words and feelings

So he instead shows his love and appreciation to you through small acts of service and gifts!

It’s small things that he does for you, such as tying your shoelaces for you, pulling you onto his other side when you’re asking along a busy road so he is the one one the road side instead or buying what he knows is your favourite snack to surprise you with!

I think that he will also ask jay for tips on what to cook for you hehe. He likes to surprise you and pls I just see him standing wearing an apron as he tries to follow the recipe jay gave him so he can make you your favourite food for you to eat the next day )):

Many cafe dates!!

Have you seen that picture of him sipping from a drink as he sits at a cafe table?? yeAH WELL

takes you out to his favourite cafes all the time 😁😁

going on the lookout for best cafés on your dates is YOUR THING i see it

Sunghoon honestly treasures you so much and although he doesn’t express it in words often, he really thinks about you a lot ): so many little things remind him of you its ridiculous.

he’ll see something and go like “oh!” which confuses the other members but its just because he saw something that made him think of you lol

He is comfortable enough with you to be vulnerable in front of you!

At first when you both started dating he was reallyyyy shy since he is an introvert.. but ofc soon the ice boy melted and he eventually became so much more comfy around you :D

so yes park sunghoon does share a lot of his weird thoughts and personality with you lmao

but its just bc he trusts you and knows that you wont judge him ):<

Takes you on ice skating dates where he teaches you how to skate

Will come up with a simple routine with you

I’m gonna cry I’m gonna pass out I can’t take this I’m tearing up TAKE MY PHONE AWAY FROM NE AT THIS

he will come up with ): simple ice skating routines with you ): where he spins you around and holds both your hands steadily as he skates backward and guides you forward, making breathless eye contact while he rests his forehead against yours, smiling softly

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although when you do end up falling he laughs 🙄 he is so rude i stg

but he then helps you back up of course, holding your gloved hands in his softly since they took the most impact of ur fall

he’ll massage them gently in his, concerned and telling you to be more careful next time and showing you how to regain your balance when you feel yourself slipping.

“aha like you will even need to use that technique anyways y/n because your ice prince will save you from falling.”

sighs. anyways

Whenever he catches you staring at him (which is 99% of the time when you’re with him because well, duh), he will the hELL out of you lmao

He teases you pretty often anyways

“If you’re just going to continue staring at me this whole time then just take a photo instead y/n, it lasts longer you know 😐.”

“I know I’m handsome y/n. Instead of making it so obvious with your googly eyes then don’t be afraid to say it too. I don’t bite 🙂👎.”

Is so proud of himself whenever he gets you flustered at his comments because as much as it embarrasses you, what he says is true </3 and you don’t deny it

But then when YOU tell him how attractive he is in a teasing way it’s HIM that starts blushing LMFAO

“The view is so pretty.” You said, sighing out as you stood next to sunghoon on the top floor balcony.

“Yeah, Seoul is so beautiful.” Your boyfriend commented, nodding as he looked down at the blinking lights from down below.

Frowning, you tilted your head as you stared at him. “Oh, I wasn’t talking about that.”

Looking up, sunghoon looked at you in confusion. “What do you mean then?”

“I meant the view is so pretty. You’re the view.”

Gets so flustered PLSJDKSJS he looked away from you and ignored you for the next 5 minutes while he tried to compose himself and pretend like he was not affected by what you said

You simply laughed at how red his ears had become and how he ignored your teasing remarks indifferently when he was actually dying inside at what you said

Or other times when you compliment him he will be really smug about it too lmao

He values your opinion, even if it’s something about the new jacket he wore and how it looks nice on him

You bet he will wear that jacket 372837 more files after that and uploaded it on Twitter for engenes too (;

All because you complimented him once

It gets to the point where jay and jungwon tease him about why he is constantly wearing the same thing every day and whether it’s something to do with you LMAO

boy gets so shy 😭😭😭

Sunghoon likes it when you run your hands though his hair ): especially at the back of his head where you tug at his strange gently, especially since his hair is pretty long rn

It’s so soothing to him to feel your nails gently rake through his mullet and massage his scalp, it instantly makes his eyes shut and sleepiness take over.

I feel like sunghoon isn’t that big on cuddles? But when you both sleep together he always pulls you in closer to him subconsciously ):

Head pats from sunghoon ✔️

Kisses with sunghoon!

When you both first started dating you had to initiate everything and he would get so flustered after

But after you had been dating sunghoon for a while and you kiss, he’ll do this thing where he looks at you with lidded eyes and stares at your lips and he kNOWS how good he looks when he does that

Such a tease..

Will cup the back of your neck and bring you in

his hands gently roam around your waist or place themselves onto your back to hold you close to him

Kisses with sunghoon are usually pretty slow and can last a while, so you’re always left feeling breathless when you finally pull apart

Nibbles your lips to tease you hehe

He doesn’t really give you short kisses apart from when he’s feeling bursts of happiness and really excited about something! Or when he wants to thank you

Also Hoon likes to also keep your scrunchie on his wrist if you wear any

Idk, he just likes it [:

Hoon also likes to take many pretty photos with you too, it’s so aesthetic TT

Kisses your forehead whenever he says bye to you on his way to complete his schedule for the day 🥺

Shows Jake and jay pictures of you all the time lol

The 02z definitely don’t miss the blush on his cheeks whenever he tells them about how cute you are 🙄

Sunghoon cutest bf ): he doesn’t reall like to show affection for you in front of other people but when y’all are alone?

Phew, the boy might be an ice prince but whenever he is around you.. let’s say that perhaps you seem to melt him a lil bit (:

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yourmidnightlover · 3 years

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holding hands

never stop loving me part 2 :)

summary - after reader and spencer make it home safe and almost sound, spencer decides to show her just how much he loves her touch.

tw - smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (yea, ik i do this a lot), teasing?, fingering, oral (female receiving), soft dom!spencer, fluff

wc - 2,671

a/n - you could totally read this as a stand alone piece, just know that spencer is kinda in the doghouse rn bc he said mean things to reader abt her being all touchy and annoying (even tho she isn’t). happy reading 😌

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spencer had said he was going to make it up to you.

did he know how yet? not really. would he figure out how? absolutely.

you had been rather distant after you had solved the case and on the plane ride back home. you still sat beside him, but you didn't make any move to touch him or lay your head on him as you normally would. maybe it was because you just didn't feel like it, but spencer knew better than to think that.

"do you want to order takeout tonight?" you turned towards him to ask the question.

"yea, of course we can," he agreed, his arm reaching around your body to pull you closer to him. he felt you stiffen under his touch. "are you alright?" it was his turn to look at you, you nodded up at him.

"i'm alright," you clarified, giving him a tight-lipped smile that wasn't very convincing. eventually, you settled into his arm, leaning your head on his shoulder and succumbing to the sleep you needed.

when you woke up, it was to spencer swatting away morgan's hand while shushing him.

"morgan, she needs her rest in order to heal properly!" he whisper-yelled while trying to move morgan's hand away but failing. "don't touch her, only i can!" he clarified, morgan threw his hands up in defense as he turned to sit back down.

"y'know you get more protective than i thought you would be," morgan shrugged with a chuckle.

"what's that mean?" spencer argued defensively.

"it means that princess there is well taken care of. you just don't seem like the possessive type of guy," he reiterated as he pulled out his headphones.

"i'm not being possessive," he defended himself. "i'm being a good boyfriend by not letting you wake her up just so you can ask her a ridiculous question," spencer looked down at you in your peaceful sleeping position.

you hadn't slept well in the hospital. spencer knew this because each time he went to sleep you were awake, and you would be awake when he woke back up. the night before you were in the hospital he heard you cry yourself to sleep and you woke up before him. so, in his mind, you needed as much rest as possible if you wanted to heal properly.

that, and he wanted to feel you cuddled against him as you slept for the first time in a week.

"i think it's more than that, genius," the bald man scoffed.

"what do you think it is?" spencer sassed.

"well, i think it has something to do with the fact that you and pretty girl there," he nodded towards you, "were in a fight and you missed her."

spencer sighed, "is it that obvious?" he used his free hand to move a piece of hair from your face, his hand lingering there for a second longer.

"look, kid, i may or may not have heard what happened thanks to a little someone. you should let her know how much she means to you, alright? she's probably feeling like you're doubting your relationship because of her, so make sure she knows that she's it for you," he advised his curly-headed friend.

"she's not 'it' for me, derek," spencer sighed once more. "she's my everything."

you stirred in your 'sleep' to alert them of your presence, slowly sitting up in an attempt to not hurt yourself.

"hey, princess," spencer whispered, moving that same annoying strand of hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear.

"mmm... hi," you stretched your arms over spencer so you wouldn't hit him. "how long until we land?"

"about half an hour," he informed you, whispering as the other team members slept. "if you'd like to go back to sleep i'll wake you up before we land."

"i'm alright, thank you," you smiled.

you could be mad at him while being a nice person. you just didn't know if you were ready to get over what he had said to you.

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you had gone straight home after landing, permittable by hotch who saw how tired the two of you were.

both of you were laying together on the couch, you slightly on top of spencer because of your still bruised rib that slightly hurt, he angled his head down and started kissing your neck softly. your breathing got heavier, your breaths being few and far between as your hands reached back to grasp spencer's curls.

"spence?" you asked, more like whispered. he continued his actions, the only thing that signified he actually heard you being a small hum against your skin. "i-i... can we...?" you trailed off, not sure how to ask for what you wanted.

"can we what, princess?" he asked his hands reaching around to the front of your body, lightly ghosting over your bare legs.

"you know what, spencer," you huffed in annoyance as you rolled your eyes. he squeezed your thigh firm enough to know he had done it, but gentle enough to know it wouldn't leave any marks that were too bad.

"and you know better than to roll your eyes at me," he whispered in your ear, nipping gently at your lobe. "now... tell me exactly what you want."

"i want whatever you'll give me," you turned your face towards him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes before adding, "please?" you pursed your bottom lip into a pouty position.

that was apparently the magic word because as soon as they had left your mouth, you could have sworn you heard spencer growl in your ear before continuing to kiss and nip at your neck, leaving his marks all over your body. you felt his erection twitch in his pants as you whimpered from the touch of his lips on you which spurred you to grind your ass against his hips. he grabbed your hips to still their movement before sitting up with you, slowly as to make sure he didn't hurt your ribs.

"can you walk to the room by yourself?" he asked in his normal, sweet, non-dominating spencer voice, to which you nodded your head yes as you began to walk where he had asked.

you knelt by the door naked in wait for him, hoping he'd give you something to take your mind off of your injury. when he walked in, he could've sworn he felt his heart grow with even more love for you, something he thought was already impossible.

"princess, why're you on the floor?" he questioned, kneeling down to get eye level with you.

"why isn't your dick in my mouth?" you countered, a smirk growing on your face.

"i was gonna be nice tonight since you're not well so i wouldn't push it, doll," he gave you a stern look that told you to watch it. "i still have some making up to do, i believe?" your smile returned even brighter than before as he helped you back to your feet and into the bed.

once you were comfortable, he was practically worshipping your body with each kiss and hum against your body.

"i can't imagine never touching you again, y/n," he made his way down to your chest, his lips wrapping around your nipple. he gently tugged on it with his teeth before releasing it and doing the same to the other one.

"these tits," he sucked a hickey onto one of them before moving to the other.

"this stomach," he kissed all over your torso, being extremely careful of your bruises as your hands around through his locks once more.

"love the way it feels when i lay on it," he made his way down to your thighs, loving the way you squirmed underneath his touch. he hovered right over the place you wanted most and gently bit down on your thigh, your hips bucking upward subtly from the shock.

"god, these thighs," he huffed as he squeezed them once more. "love the feeling of them wrapping around my head when i'm between them."

"then how about you get between them, then?" you sighed sarcastically, your neediness getting the better of you

"so very impatient," he mocked before pressing one final kiss to your inner thigh. "but what the princess wants, the princess gets. for now, at least."

he licked a thick stripe up your slit, tantalizingly slow just to hear the whimpers that left your lips from the feeling. your hands flew to his hair, gripping it tight as he continued to lap at your pussy.

"so good, sir," you moaned out. "please don't stop. don't stop!" you cried as his lips wrapped around your clit. "uh- right there! yes!" you shouted as your thighs strained to remain still. "yes! oh fuck, yes!" you yelled as the high hit you like a train, his hands grasped your hips so they would stay in place, working you through that euphoria. "oh, thank you, thank you so much..." you trailed off, running your hands through his hair once more as he began making his way up your body, peppering kisses all around you.

"mmm, you did so good for me, y/n," he praised before connecting your lips to his in a passionate kiss. you whimpered into his mouth greedily. "someone's eager, yea princess?" he chuckled. you nodded your head as you bit your lip. "what do you want? i need you to tell me," he whispered, his hands trailing down your body once more and connecting with your sensitive center.

"pl-please," you whined, your hips bucking into his hand. "you, i want you," you informed him as if he hadn't already known.

"you have me now," he chuckled.

"no, no. i want you inside me," you pouted, your hands pulling the hair at the nape of his neck for punctuation.

"you want me inside you?" he asked as he pushed his fingers inside you, your mouth widening to form an 'o' from the surprise. "there, i'm inside you," he teased once more as he began thrusting his fingers in and out. you held onto his arm, a way to ground yourself so you could stil talk without sounding like a baby.

"your- i want your... shit... your dick. i want your dick inside me, please," you practically begged as his fingers began curling inside of you in that perfect spot.

"ohh, is that what you meant?" he asked like a smart ass, you couldn't find it in you to be a brat about it, so you just nodded your head as he worked you through your second orgasm of the night.

"yes! ohhh, fuck, yes," your hips rutted up against his hand from the pleasure. "please, please," you asked once more. "can you please just fuck me now? i want your cock..."

"aww, of course, princess," he said with a bright smile.

he got up from the bed only to remove himself of his remaining clothes before adjusting himself, lining his dick up with your center. he ran his dick through your already wet folds before slowly pushing himself inside of you, knowing you'd still need to adjust to his length.

"so beautiful, y/n," he grasped your hands, interlacing your fingers with his as he began to push himself inside you once more.

it might've been the feeling of being in submission for him, but you felt overcome with emotions. the intimacy of the moment you were sharing was more than just the sex you normally had. it was beautiful. the way he looked at you with awe each time he thrust himself back inside of you. the way you held onto his hands tightly in order to tell yourself that it was real... that he was real.

"god, i love you," he groaned as he kissed you fervently, his pace still set relatively slower than usual. "so much, y/n."

"i love- i love you," you moaned, removing your hands from his only so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling his body closer to yours. "spence, spence i'm so close," you whined in his ear, which only egged him on.

"i've got you, y/n," he pulled back to look at you as you came on his dick. "let go. let go for me," he moved a piece of hair from your face once more as your mouth flew open in pure bliss. your nails dug into his back as your pussy clenched around him, bringing upon his own orgasm, spurts of his releasing covering your walls. "fuck, y/n," he groaned, burying his neck into your shoulder before you pulled it out, wanting to observe him in such a vulnerable state.

"i love you," you whispered, only him able to hear it.

"i love you," he whispered back, pressing your foreheads together as he caught his breath.

when he managed to pull out, he found a new pair of underwear and pulled them on before going to grab you a fresh pair of his clothes to wear to sleep - you liked that they smelled like him, it helped you sleep better.

"where're you goin'?" you whined from the bed, trying to sit up abruptly but only finding a shooting pain going through your abdomen.

"shhh," he whispered, rushing to the side of the bed to guide you back to laying down. his hands found your shoulders and right before he was going to release them, you grabbed his hands.

"are you leaving me again?" you asked pitifully, tears welling in your eyes.

"no, sweetheart," he furrowed his brows. "i'm never going to leave you," he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"i know... i know i can be annoying like you said and i'm working on it," you looked down at your hands, which were now in your lap. "just please be patient?"

"you don't need to work on anything," he wiped the tears from your cheeks. "i never should have said those things to you, whether or not i was upset. i'm so sorry i made you doubt yourself," you found yourself wiping his own tears away. "now let's get you into the bathroom, okay?" you nodded as he helped you get up, guiding you to the bathroom to relieve yourself.

while you were doing your business, he went and got you that change of clothes you needed and brought them to you once you were done. he used a damp, warm washcloth to clean up between your legs and made sure to wash your face for you. he helped you get changed, letting you use him as a balancing bar, and then directed you back to the bed. he rest his head on his pillow, looking over and seeing you still on your side of the bed, not curling up into him as you usually do.

"y/n," he whispered. "i know you're probably still mad at me, which is totally fine because just because we had sex doesn't mean i'm done making it up to you. but... it's kind of harder to sleep without you cuddling with me than i thought. so if you're alright with it can we just..." he trailed off.

"spence?" you asked with a giggle.

"hmm?"

"i'm not supposed to sleep on my stomach or side," you held back a laugh, knowing it would hurt. "i mean, i'm glad we're on the same page about you still making it up to me, but it's kinda doctor's orders that i don't sleep like that."

"oh..." he bit his lip, trying to keep himself from feeling too embarrassed. "right. can we hold hands while we sleep then?" he asked, acting as if he had found a loophole.

"now who's touchy?" you joked, hurting your stomach from the laughter but finding that it was worth it.

"ha-ha," he mocked. "very funny, y/n," he groaned.

"yes, darling," you joked once more. "of course we can hold hands while we sleep."

and you did.

and for the first night in a week, you slept peacefully.

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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WOAH WOAH is your MHA reqs open?? So I wanted to request a Todoroki x Reader Angst where Todoroki sees his s/o getting stabbed by a villain with countless sharp spears like in Chiaki’s death video in danganronpa along with 1-A and just loses it? I’m sorry I’m craving for angst rn ✨✨ also love your writing and remember to stay safe <33 💕💗

My requests are open yes!! I have actually missed receiving them (and tbf I’m prolly not getting them because I’m doing daily updates on History of Us hahaha). So thanks for the request anon. I’m also really touched that you love my writing 🥰 I hope this lives up to your impression of me!

I had never seen danganropa but I just looked up what you were talking about and w o w I am in ✨pain✨ 🥲 I’ve got you anon. It’s going to hurt but I got you. Did I drag out (y/n)’s last words? Yes. Would they realistically already have died before saying all that I have them say? Probably. But this is fanfic and if movie writers can do it then goddamn it so can I!

CW for angst, somewhat graphic description of major character injury and death (reader), non-major character death, and canon typical violence

Nothing has been the same since the fall of the hero commission and the loss of faith in the Symbol of Peace’s generation of heroes. It’s been two years since Shigaraki wreaked havoc and Dabi exposed Endeavor’s crimes. As pros unused to that level of violence retired or quit, hero class students have been forced to step up and fill in the spaces they left behind. As a result, even as their faith in the pros waned, the public started to see the students as a beacon of hope. All Might, they whisper, spoiled the current generation of heroes. They argue that Endeavor is now too old to keep up, that Hawks and Mirko are too burdened by their mentors’ failures, and all the heroes aged in between are too used to the relative peace of the golden era to be effective. These current students though? Students like the famous UA hero class A, now third years who’ve already seen so much? They are the new hope. They’d grown up in the fires of a post-symbol of peace era and as such they are the only ones who can drag society out of it. It would be flattering if not for the overwhelming pressure that comes along with it.

Shoto thinks he would have been crushed beneath that pressure if not for you.

The two of you had started growing close your first year during the provisional license exam make up classes. Spending so much additional time together over the weekend had allowed Shoto to slowly open up to you until a beautiful friendship had blossomed. Even still, both of you had secretly yearned for something more. It was only after the destruction of Jaku City and the Todoroki family secrets were aired to the whole of Japan that the two of you finally acted on your feelings. You’d been such a source of support for him afterwards that eventually he hadn’t been able or willing to hold back any longer and had confessed his feelings to you late one night in the dorms. The two of you have been together ever since and fully intend to open a hero agency together after graduation. He knows the two of you are still young but sometimes when he looks at you with your blinding smile or when you’re sleeping peacefully beside him, he swears he can hear wedding bells. If the civilians of Japan can consistently forget how young you all are as they urge you to take over for the pros, then it seems only fair he should be able to forget too.

His mother was ecstatic when he asked her about engagement rings. Endeavor had said it was too early, that marriage is too large a commitment to make at 18 years old, but Shoto insisted and eventually a compromise was reached. He’ll wait until after graduation but then he’s determined to make you his forever and always.

It’s an otherwise normal Saturday afternoon in the dorms when Iida and Momo get an urgent distress signal to gather the entirety of the class and head into the city. A large group of ragtag criminals, determined to become the next League of Villains, is terrorizing Musutafu and the number of casualties is climbing rapidly. The other heroes usually responsible for that area had been called away to handle a different disaster and all attempts made by the civilians to defend themselves had only led to more chaos. The entire class mobilized in seconds. Calls like this aren’t uncommon now. The villains have been banding together more and their bloodlust seems to have grown exponentially with civilians’ continued lack of trust in the current pros. By the time you all arrive to the scene there’s no time to waste. “Be careful,” you tell Shoto, carefully running a hand through his hair before resting it on his cheek. He brings his hand up to cover yours before promising, “I will.” He presses a kiss to your palm but before he can do more Bakugo sharply barks “Hurry it up lovebirds we got a fucking job to do!” before racing off. You both know he’s right. “I love you,” you tell Shoto. “Love you too,” he promises before you both steel yourselves and then take off into the fray.

It’s an absolutely grueling battle. Every time someone takes one villain down, another comes to take their place. “Pinky! On your left!” you call out, causing your classmate to sharply turn. Mina just manages to dodge a punch one of the villains throws her way and swiftly counteracts with an attack of her own, calling out a thanks. There’s no time to breathe though and almost as soon as you’re done warning Mina, you have to dive in to keep another villain off Ojiro’s back. It’s chaotic but slowly you’re starting to pick away the forces as many of the remaining villains start fleeing. Once it looks like they’ve all retreated you instinctively look for Shoto, having not seen him since the fighting had properly started. You catch sight of him and heave a sigh of relief. You call out his name to catch his attention and although he initially offers you a soft smile you notice his eyes suddenly widen. “(Y/n) behind you!” he calls out.

Every moment after that seems to happen in slow motion.

You turn around just in time for a spear to fire clean through your shoulder, knocking you off balance. You start to fall backwards but before you can even hit the ground at least a dozen more rise up from the asphalt and impale your body. You hear Shoto’s broken cry of your name but it sounds so distant to you. After a moment stuck in place the spears suddenly drop back into the ground. Shoto is next to you in a second, pulling your broken body close as you bleed out. One of your other classmates tries to call for medical support but all he can focus on is you and the sheer amount of blood you’re losing. Shoto knows his training. He knows that when a victim has been stabbed it’s crucial to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding, but how can he when there’s so many fucking wounds. “You’re going to be ok. You’re going to be ok. You’re going to be ok.” He says it over and over again like a mantra. It’s both a plea to you and a desperate attempt to deny the harsh reality that the love of his life is bleeding out in his arms.

You press a bloody hand to his cheek, looking lovingly up at the man you’d do anything for, and shush him quietly. “Sho,” you rasp, voice already weak as your body tries and fails to cope with your injuries. “Don’t,” he warns. “Sho, baby, look at me,” you try again but he shakes his head, shutting his eyes tightly as tears start to run down his cheeks. “Please?” you ask and he can’t deny you, never could, so he opens his eyes and looks down at your glossy ones as you fight to stay awake just a little bit longer. “There they are. I always did love your eyes,” you tell him wistfully as your thumb strokes his cheek, smearing your blood there, though you don’t seem to notice. “You can’t leave me. You have to be ok,” he whispers but you shake your head. You can already feel yourself fading and with medical attention still several minutes out at least you know there’s no fixing this. “I need you to promise me something,” you tell him. “Anything,” he replies immediately and it brings a sad smile to your blood stained lips. “Promise you’ll find someone else after me,” you say and the scandalized look on his face would have probably made you laugh under different circumstances. “You’ve got too much love to give to let it die with me,” you tell him but he shakes his head again. “I could never love anyone else like I love you,” he swears and he means it with every fiber of his being. You chuckle wetly. “You always were stubborn. Fine, then promise to never forget me,” you compromise, tears welling in your own eyes now too. “I couldn’t even if I tried,” he swears before leaning down to press one last kiss to your lips. He can taste the tang of iron and feel your tears and his mingling on your cheeks. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips as he pulls away, but for the first time since he first said the words to you, you don’t say them back. “(Y/n)? Baby, I love you,” he tries again, pulling back to look at you properly now. Your eyes remain shut, your hand falling limp from his cheek, and when he looks to your chest the rise and fall of it has ceased.

Devastation claws up through him like a rabid animal, tearing him apart as his whole world shatters around him. He feels his grief like a physical ache in his chest, radiating out to each of his limbs as if every cell of his body is violently rejecting the fact that you’re gone. “Todoroki-kun?” Midoriya asks cautiously, putting a gentle hand on Shoto’s shoulder. Shoto’s head snaps up as he cradles you closer, as if scared your body will be taken away from him too. Before Midoriya can say whatever he was going to, Denki’s voice cuts through the tense silence. “I got him!” he crows, shoving the villain down to the ground in front of his classmates. Shoto’s eyes land on the villain and instantly his grief twists into a searing rage. He gently lays your body down but his eyes are cold and lethal as he stares down the man that took you away from him. Midoriya realizes what’s happening a beat too late and by the time he reaches out to grab Shoto, the grief stricken man has already launched himself at the villain and grasped hold of him. His right hand closes around the man’s throat, ice wrapping around it like a vice grip. He’s vaguely aware of his classmates calling his name but he doesn’t care. This man stole the love of his life from him. For that he will pay. Before Todoroki can finish the job he’s suddenly being yanked back by Midoriya and Bakugo. “Let go of me!” he demands as he fights against their hold, ignoring their warnings and empty platitudes. He manages to wrench his left arm free for a brief moment and that’s all he needs. His flames shoot out, preventing Midoriya from getting a good hold of him again, and the man who murdered you goes up in flame. His howls of pain echo around the buildings around them but the sound is music to Shoto’s ears. Let him suffer. It’s a fate he deserves.

His classmates watch on in stunned horror until the villain is burned down to ash. As his flames die out so too does all the fight seem to drain from Shoto as the crushing grief returns. Bakugo let’s him go once it’s clear he’s not a threat anymore and Shoto uses his freedom to drag himself back over to your lifeless body. It’s not fair. You’re so young. He’s so young. Why was this fight even you all’s responsibility in the first place? He’s been excitedly planning his proposal to you for weeks. Now he’ll have to plan a funeral. The thought makes him physically ill and he has to turn to the side as bile climbs up his throat and he retches onto the asphalt beside him.

How is he supposed to go on without you?

Midoriya returns a hand to his shoulder as the paramedics finally arrive. It’s too late. Far too late. One of them approaches cautiously and like a dog protecting his master Shoto immediately lashes out. “Don’t you fucking touch them,” he warns, eyes cold and voice lethal. The paramedic jerks backwards, his hands up in surrender, as he cautiously looks to the other class A students for advice. They have none. They’ve never seen Todoroki like this. They can’t even begin to imagine what he’s going through. It’s Eijirou who steps up in the end. He approaches Shoto carefully, as if his classmate is a feral animal, before kneeling down to his level. “They need to take (y/n) to the hospital on that stretcher over there,” Kirishima tells him carefully, jerking his head in the direction of the waiting ambulance. “Can you carry them there for the paramedics?” he asks. Shoto stares at Kirishima blankly as if trying to process his words before slowly nodding. “Ok. Let’s go then, yea?” Kiri asks. Another nod in response before Shoto carefully gathers you into his arms. He ignores the way your body has already started to go cold as he carries you over to the stretcher. He tries to pretend they’re just rushing you to the hospital, that they’re speeding you over to recovery girl and in a few hours time you’ll be tired but cheery, teasing him for being so worried about nothing. But as he lays you down and then watches them zip you up into a black bag, he knows it’s a hopeless fantasy. You’re gone and you’re never coming back.

A few days later he sits in a black suit with a black tie and a silver chain carrying an engagement ring around his neck. He leans against Fuyumi, who sits on his left side, while his mother grasps tightly onto his right hand. Behind him Natsuo rests a steady hand on his shoulder. His father hovers nearby, unsure how best to offer his support or if his support would even be welcome. They are the only thing that keeps Shoto from falling apart. When the time comes, he stands on shaky legs and approaches your open casket. At first he’d been insistent he wouldn’t look, but his mother had argued his last image of you shouldn’t be your broken body, riddled with holes. So he looks down at you, pieced back together by some mortician, lying motionless in the nicest outfit you own and he traces every detail of you. He tries to patch over the memory of you broken on the ground that haunts him every night since it’s happened with this image of you now. He pictures all of the good and beautiful moments you’ve shared together, let’s them swell in his chest until they’re too large to contain and pour out of him through his silent tears. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your too cold forehead and mumbles to you again his final promise:

“I love you, (y/n). I’ll never forget you.”

#this hurt me so fucking bad to write oh my godddd #it’s so long too oh man I really said ‘you want pain? I’ll give you pain’#🤡🤡🤡#anyway even though it hurt I loved writing this #thanks for the request anon #hhrequests #shoto x y/n #todoroki x y/n #shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki

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aceinspace691 · 3 years

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Techno and Wilbur with 20?

Sorry that this took so long! I'm working on a ton of thing rn but I hope you enjoy! This turned out way angstier than I intended but ahhh hope it's good enough!

Prompt from here! ( prompts are currently closed but I'll reopen them soon I promise :] )

Warnings for swearing, injuries, fear, keeping a person against their will, angst Word Count ~1100

------Like a Rat in a Trap------

When Wilbur had begun his day, he hadn’t really planned on getting caught. Not that any sane borrower would plan on it, but still, it completely threw off his life plans. Those consisted mostly of just staying hidden and staying alive, but who cares about details?

It started when he ventured into the human’s bathroom, into the cabinet under the sink. He needed to get more floss to make rope with, and it seemed like a safe bet to do it now. It was well past midnight, likely around 4 in the morning. But in the darkness of the space under the sink, Wilbur couldn’t see much.

This usually wasn’t much of an issue; Wilbur knew the path by heart now, so he’d be able to get through and to the cabinet door without an issue. But as he neared the door, he was stopped as something threw him off balance and onto his side, hearing a loud snap echo in his ears and feeling weight on his leg.

There was a moment of pause where Wilbur thought hey, that sounded a lot like a mouse trap, and then the pain started. It felt like his leg was on fire and it hit him all at once. He was screaming before his brain caught up, and even as it did, he found he couldn’t stop. He shoved his hands over his mouth, willing himself to shut up, shut up, shut UP! before the human woke up and came to investigate.

But god, that was so hard to do. His face was soaked with tears and he drew in shaky breaths between sobs.

And then, as if things couldn’t get worse for him, he felt vibrations of footsteps, and they were getting closer. No, no no, no no no no no. The sound of the light being flicked on was the only warning that Techno got before the cabinet door opened and light flooded into the dark space. He cursed and removed his hands from over his mouth, pained whines and gasps leaving him. And then he steeled himself, and moved quickly, reaching for the metal bar that was on his ankle, trying to pry it off of himself and failing to do so.

A cry escaped him as the human reached for him, and he flinched as a rumbling voice said something, but the cloud of terror in Techno’s brain didn’t allow him to actually decipher it. But it sounded panicked, for some reason.

Another whimper escaped him as the human moved his hand back closer again, and Wilbur shielded his head with his hands, curling into himself as much as he could. And then, he felt more pressure on his ankle and he instinctively tried to jerk away, biting back another cry as it sent another wave of pain up his leg. The human grumbled again, sounding displeased, and then, a moment later, the weight was off of him.

His head shot up in shock, but it meant that he saw the hand coming. It didn’t matter; he couldn’t go anywhere, couldn’t move fast enough, and the hand wrapped around him.

It was surprisingly gentle, with obvious care taken to avoid his limp ankle yet keep him firmly in his hand. He was sprawled on his back, a thumb bigger than his torso gently pinning him down and lifting him into the air. Wilbur blinked spots out of his vision as he was lifted, and his vision slowly refocused on the human holding him. His body was wracked with trembling. He tensed as he felt the vibrations of the voice as the human spoke.

This time, he actually made out what the human was saying, even with his mind fuzzed with panic and pain, and it sounded distant despite the proximity.

“I’m so sorry.” The voice was monotone, but no less genuine than one would expect. “I didn’t think – I mean, you’re definitely not a mouse, and you’re a tiny person.” A sharp laugh that made Wilbur flinch escaped the pink-haired human. “I’m not entirely sure I’m not dreamin’. Or hallucinatin’. Maybe I’ve just been awake for too long.”

“I-I’m real,” Wilbur found himself saying with a shaky voice, “please don’t hurt me. My foot, I can’t move it.” He could feel the panic bubbling up inside of him again as the human began walking, jostling him and pulling a whimper from this throat. He heard the human click his tongue in concern before he was placed onto a counter.

“I think it’s broken.” The human was saying, pushing his pink hair out of his face as he leaned a bit closer. “I’m really sorry about that. I’ll fix it, I promise.” He gave the borrower a considering look for a moment before pulling out his phone.

“Wh-what’re you doing?”

Techno glanced up at the boy on his counter, frowning slightly. “Figurin’ out how to reset your bones. I think it was a clean break, so it shouldn’t be too difficult.”

“Don’t!” The little dude sounded panicked again, not that he had ever really calmed down, but still. “I’ll be fine, just let me go.”

“Listen,” Techno leaned a bit closer, and Wilbur cringed away as much as he could, “it’s not safe for you to not have a functional foot. I’ll fix it and keep an eye on you until you recover.”

“But-“

“No.” Techno said sharply, and it almost made him feel guilty with how the little guy flinched. But it was the tone that said ‘that’s it’ and ‘that’s final’ and the little humanoid just ducked his head. “I’m sorry, but I need to fix this.”

He reached forward and hushed the borrower as he tried to protest, and before long, the bone was reset.

“You still need to stay off of it, okay?” Techno was saying, and the little guy died nothing for a second before immediately getting to his feet and trying to run. He stumbled almost instantly, and Techno steadied him with a finger. “Hey, what did I say? Listen, I’m not above sticking you in a jar if I have to.”

Wilbur fell silent at that, slumping defeated back onto the counter.

“So, what?” He challenged weakly. “I’m like, your petor some shit?” He spat the word and continued, trembling. “Or some kind of pity project?”

Techno let out a sigh, loud and long, as he fixed the borrower with a stare.

“It’s just until your foot is healed properly,” Wilbur pressed his lips into a line at that, “I swear.”

And Wilbur just had to hope that the human wasn’t lying

#mcyt gt #bitty ask #ace reply #ace writes #giant!techno #tiny!wilbur #there were several different ideas #and this is the one that I decided on #maybe I'll go back and flesh out the other ideas #idk we'll see

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angelanimedesaray · 3 years

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hey i saw your requests are open and i have the BIGGEST dad levi brainrot rn, can i request Levi and Reader in a long term relationship, reader’s sibling has a newborn kid and reader takes care of the kid and Levi sees how motherly reader is being, how would he react? i’m curious about what you think!

AN: Ohhhhhh I love some Dad!Levi, I’ve got at least two or three fic ideas with eventual Dad!Levi, so it’ll be good to dip my toe into the waters a little earlier than I otherwise would have :D I had these two little short scenes almost immediately come to mind when I read this and while I was at work, and its the first thing I started to do when I got home :D Thank you for the request--I don’t get many <3

Plus, I think everyone needs some happy fluff after the two story whammies I just delivered XD

Fanfic One-Shot Request is below the cut.

~*~Different Kinds of Gifts~*~

*Levi’s POV*

He was midway through his day, finished with his daily cleaning routine (besides his own room) and finished with helping with morning training. He was giving himself a bit of a break, and by break, he meant he was going to spend a few hours in his office doing paperwork.

When he opened the door to his office, he was met with an unexpected sight.

It wasn’t the same office that he used to have--once the two of you had solidified your relationship as a serious one and started practically living with one another, Erwin had moved the two of you into a larger space that was more like a small apartment than a simple office and bedroom. The main front room was still his office, but it doubled as a living room as well, with a couch, fireplace, bookshelves, and lounge chairs taking up a portion of the room off to the side, though Levi’s desk and workspace was still center, and a straight shot from the front door with nothing in the way. Instead of one branched off room there were three--the bedroom, of course, off to the right, as well as a washroom and a small private kitchen whose doorways were along the left wall.

Practically the lap of luxury by Scout standards.

However, right now the little sanctuary you two shared was occupied by more than just you.

Levi paused just in front of the doorway, his hand still on the doorknob and the door hovering open just a crack as he processed the sight in front of him.

You were sitting on your usual spot on the couch, somewhere he actually knew to look for you whenever he needed to find you. However, in your arms was a small, carefully wrapped bundle, tiny arms hanging free and moving involuntarily around in the air, coming to curious stops whenever they collided with your chest, neck, or chin, little fingers curling instinctively against the human being they found. A small face of soft and not-yet defined features was peeking out from the bundle, the cloth wrapped around its head like a snugly fitting cloak, and its eyes were open, staring widely at your face as you peered down at the babe with a soft smile, a mouth that could probably be covered by the pad of his finger working as if it was trying to copy the sounds you were making as you spoke softly to the little one.

For a moment, Levi was just...confused. What were you doing with a baby in his office? Where had the baby even come from? He was pretty sure that whole thing about storks coming to deliver swaddled babies to expecting parents was an out for parents who weren’t ready to have the babies talk.

He was pretty sure. The sudden appearance of a baby in your arms made him doubt for a couple of moments.

With the initial surprise passing, Levi shut the door behind him much more quietly than he initially would have, though you had already looked up by now to see him entering the room, that soft smile still on your face.

“Hey--didn’t expect to see you for a couple more hours, at least,” you said, as if it wasn’t noteworthy that you had a baby in your arms.

“Paperwork--what’s with the...”

Levi was dismissive about why /he/ was here, considering he was much more interested in why the /baby/ was here. You only chuckled at his confusion, though, one of your fingers brushing against the baby’s little cheek and making the baby try and look to see what touched them, eyes following the finger as it traced lazy circles in the air in front of the baby’s face.

“You know how my sister had her baby the other week?” you said pointedly, and the pieces clicked into his mind. Ah, /that’s/ what was going on. Babysitting.

“I thought their boy already had a reputation for his lungs,” Levi said wryly, moving over to his desk and taking off his jacket, draping it carefully over the back of the chair for the time being until he was ready to put it back on and get back to work /outside/ his office.

“Oh, believe me, he does--he came here screaming and crying and people kept checking in to see what the hell was going on,” you said with a chuckle. “But we got pretty well acquainted. He seems to like me, now. Don’t tell my sister, though--she’ll want to know what my secret is.”

“What is your secret? They were having a rough time getting him to quiet down,” Levi remarked as he took a seat, remembering the tired circles under your sisters eyes the last time he’d seen her and how she’d been running through an exhaustive list of what they’d already tried to calm their newborn son down.

You shrugged. “There is none. I guess I just have a gift for it,” you said with a twinkle in your eye, turning your attention back to the newborn as he seemed to be burying his face in your chest. “Hey, that’s not going to give you any food, I’m not your Momma! Where’s that bottle.”

“Hey, hands off, those are mine,” he grumbled at the baby as he pulled a stack of papers towards him. You shot him a look which he returned with the ghost of a smile flickering across his face, a bit of amusement in his eyes as he kept track of your movement through the office and apartment as you sought out the bottle to feed him.

Levi’s attention turned back to the paperwork he was planning on doing once his curiosity had been satiated, a relative silence falling over the room. For the most part. There was the occasional noise from the baby that got to eagerly suck on the warm milk after you’d disappeared briefly into the kitchen to heat up the milk. You walked in slow, directionless lines around the room, wandering around to keep the baby entertained and in motion while you fed him, and a few minutes afterwards when you burped him (Making sure there was no mess left behind, of course), and as you simply hummed or talked to him, finger brushing against his lips, or his ears, or his cheeks, just giving him little reassuring touches until one of his hands curled around your fingers. The smile you had when that happened was heart-melting, even if you had prompted it by letting your finger brush against the baby’s tiny hand, and it might have been a reflex more than anything else.

It wasn’t long before the baby was sleeping, but instead of laying him down on, say, the bed in the bedroom, you simply brought out a crescent moon pillow from the stash in the bedroom your sister had apparently given you while you were babysitting, and sat on the couch. There you cradled the baby closely to you, mostly laying him on the pillow so he was securely held to you and you wouldn’t have to keep a hold of him with your arms, though they rested around him along the rim of the pillow. Once he was safe and secure, you leaned your head back and closed your eyes, letting out a soft sigh and slipping off into a light sleep, something Levi could tell by the sound of your breathing.

The entire time, his attention kept getting drawn off the paperwork in front of him, watching you out of the corner of his eyes so you wouldn’t catch him, gaze following you as you paced around the room, watching how you interacted with the baby that seemed so content in your arms. Now that you were asleep, he gazed more openly, even putting the pen down for a few moments with his arms lying loosely in front of him on the table, a small smile curling across his lips as he watched you and the baby sleeping soundly, the peaceful silence in the room somehow warmer than the sun outside.

A few days later, and the sight of you with your sister’s baby still hadn’t left his mind.

Currently, the image was plaguing him as the two of you stole some time for yourselves, the door to the apartment/office locked, with you sitting properly on the couch and Levi stretched out along the couch, his head in your lap as you gently threaded your fingers through his hair in a relaxing, soothing manner, allowing him to relax and stew in his own thoughts as he gazed up at you.

He was thinking about that peaceful moment when he’d watched you after you’d fallen asleep with the baby situated securely within your arms on the pillow. He thought about that warm smile and the bright look in your eyes, how quickly the baby had taken a liking to you, how you’d said you had a gift for it. He was looking at you in the present, but his mind was projecting an image that had been slowly solidifying in his mind since that day, of what it would be like, what it would feel like.

“What if we had a baby?”

You blinked, thrown off by his sudden question as you looked down at him in your lap, your hand pausing halfway through his hair. “What?”

His cheeks colored with a light blush as he realized he’d just blurted that out loud without any context or explanation, just dropped it on you without warning. “Not right now, there’s too much risk, but...eventually. What if we had a baby? When this is over?”

Your eyes were wide with surprise, lips moving without words coming out as if you were seeking for the right thing to say. Suddenly, he got worried he’d somehow said the wrong thing, that he’d simply assumed, that he’d let his little fantasies run away with him without stopping to see what you thought about it.

“Unless...you don’t want kids,” he said, quickly trying to retreat and take back his blurted out question, already mentally kicking himself for springing this on you.

“No, I...I think I do, some day, I just...wasn’t expecting to be talking about it right now. Honestly, I thought I was going to be the one to bring it up, not you,” you said with a slight laugh, hand running much more tenderly and intentionally this time through his hair to soothe him and any worries your hesitation had caused him. “I do. I’d love to have a child with you one day, Levi,” you promised him quietly.

Levi took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing his eyes to conjure up that mental image of you holding a child you’d had with him, that same warm look in your eyes--no, warmer. Sparkling. Like they were right now as you promised to have a child with him.

“One day...” he agreed in a low murmur.

Levi Tags: @clary-quinn @humanitys-hottestsoldier @whalerus @sunny-flo @thirstyforsometea @hauntedhousecat @peaches-and-clouds

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aliasimagines · 4 years

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Insecurity // Dick Grayson

requested by a lovely anon!

1/2 Hi! Can I please have a dick Grayson x reader who is insecure and anxious and hasn’t told dick about it because apparently boys don’t like insecure girls. She feels she’s not good enough for him. She gets recognised in public as ‘dick Graysons girlfriend’ and the person says ‘he’s SO FAR out of you league. Haha you’re ugly and your relationship won’t last for long.’ 2/2 the she goes home crying and goes to sleep. Dicks comes to sleep and she in eventually she starts crying lying down and she tries not to disturb dick but he wakes up and says ‘what’s wrong oh noo?!!! And the reader tells him everything and how he could have anyone so why would he want her? And he comforts!!! And says cheesy lovey things and says how much the reader means to him and kisses!!! Thank you!!

word count: 1685

a/n: i'm sorry you had to wait for this, I ak having a hard time rn. But thank you so much for the request! I love getting requests! Also I kinda altered it and it's more angsty but I hope you like it dear! ❤️

You were already having a bad day. You had to wake up early for work. Had to leave without saying bye to Dick, as he was sleeping in after last night’s patrol. But you made a little time to admire your boyfriend. Peacefully sleeping with pieces of black hair covering his beautiful face. You glanced at your reflection in the mirror at the corner of the room. Despite wearing one of your favorite outfits you didn’t like what you see. It was just... One of those days.

Normally you’re okay with yourself but every once in a while you get extremely insecure and that’s when all those mean thought get to you. You tried to brush it off as you walked to work. To think about something else. And.. It kinda worked? You weren’t feeling extremely well but you put on some good music while walking and focused on the lyrics rather than you thoughts.

You stoped at the bus stop waiting for it to arrive. Watching a puddle in front of you heard some chatting from behind you.

„.. No. It’s not her. I mean look at her! The fuck! A top shot guy would date that. No, that is not Grayson’s girl.”

„She is I’m telling you! I saw her on a pic he posted. But you know what? Imma go and ask.”

You froze, hearing the conversation and hoped they weren’t talking about you. Sure you did know they were talking about you but still.

You felt someone gently touching your shoulder causing you to curse mentally.

„Hello, sorry to bother but me and my friend were wondering.. Are you y/n y/l?”

You swallowed the spit you had in your mouth and turned to see a woman. She had long fair hair and a pair of shiny green eyes, she is around your age.

„Uhm yes. That would be me. Can I help you with anything?”

The other woman you heard stepped closer.

„Are you really dating Dick Grayson?” you heard her voice. Like she didn’t believe it.

You took all your strength and nodded.

„Yes, yes I am.”you said, surprising yourself by not having a shaky voice. You were so close to a breaking down...

The both giggled.

„Aham, all right thank you!... Oh wait one more question... How do you do it? Are you using some sort of magic? It’s Gotham I wouldn’t be surprised..”

Your lips trembled.

„I.. I don’t know what you mean.”

„Come on girl. There us no way in hell a guy like Dick Grayson would date you. He is sooo out if your league. He is so damn hot and a son of a billioner! I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that you, a gray little nobody is dating him. No offense, dear, you’re just nit a good fit for him.”

You thanked every living creature because in that moment you heard the bus pull up. You manged to excuse yourself quickly and quietly from those bullies and ran to the bus.

The remaining part of the day is kind of a blur. You honestly have no idea how you managed without breaking down. You felt like someone was clenching your stomach and had the urge to cry the whole time. But until the moment you stepped in your apartment you did not.

You knew Dick wasn’t home yet. He works late. Gets up late. And latley... Your interaction with your own boyfriend was so damn little... That it was just another excuse for you to feel insecure.

Let’s be honest. He is such a beautiful man, amazing body, breathtaking eyes, always so kind and sweet to everyone. What if he is only with you because he feels sorry for you.

You never talk to him about your insecurities because in your mind that would only make his choice of leaving you easier. In your mind, guys don’t like insecure girls. Dick is an amazing human but.. Would he be different? Would he still love you if he knew how anxious you were? You keep telling yourself, no, he wouldn’t.

You only bothered to get off your shoes and coat and throw your bag somewhere. You made your way to your shared bed, lied down and hugged a pillow.

The bitter sound of your crying was the only noise in your home for... Hours? It easily could have been hours. You kept wishing Dick was here to comfort you but that you kept reminding yourself that if he saw you like this he would straight up leave you.

You don’t know when but you fell asleep.

Dick opens the door to your apartment so delicately, so quietly. He does not want to wake you. Ah, you. All day he waited for this moment so he could finally get home and cuddle up next to you.

With him working and being on patrol a lot he.. He doesn’t see you as much anymore as he would like. He feels bad for it. He tries to leave patrol earlier or skip it, when he can but still... When was the last time you woke up together? Or when did you fall asleep together? It’s been too long and he... He misses you.

After cleaning himself up and changing clothes he walks in the bedroom and climbs next to you. It is too dark in there for Dick to see your tear stained cheeks. But what he notices is that you are still in your normal clothes and not your sleepwear.

Maybe you were just too tired to change. He excepts his own little answer and goes to sleep.

You woke up with one of his arms around you. You have a moment of joy. A moment of forgetful happiness before everything hits you. You can make out his silhouette and that alone is enough for you to break down. You try to be quiet as much as possible.

You cry, thinking if he saw you... He could leave you. You wouldn’t blame him. You feel like there’s just problems with you.

You heart practically stopped beating for a second as you heard Dick shift in his sleep.

„Babe..” he mumbled.

You collected all your strength and answered, hopefully without a shaky voice.

„Go back to sleep, baby.”

But.. He didn’t. He turned fully towards you and still half asleep caressed your cheek.

„I missed you all day Y/N.. Are you crying?” he asked suddenly sitting up, forgetting about sleeping.

Damn it.

„Yeah... But it’s fine, Dick. Go back to sleep.. I’m fine” you couldn’t actually say the lats words because you started crying so loudly. You felt him hugging you close.

„Shh, y/n. You can tell me. That’s why I here.”

„I.. Can’t... You’ll hate me.” you whispered between sniffing and crying.

„What? No! I love you, silly! I won’t hate you!” Dick responds. He starts to think though. What could make him hate you...? Maybe you cheated...? No, he knows you didn’t. You love him.... you love him, right?

„Promise?”

Dick tries to be funny and offers you his pinky.

„Pinky promise.”

„I... Lately... I just feel so awful! All the time! I’m so anxious Dick. It’s so so bad. Every morning I avoid looking in the mirror because I hate what I see. I can’t even believe why would you even consider dating someone like me. The women I met at the bus station were right. You’re so far out of my league.”

In a way this was worse than cheating. Dick felt heartbroken. He failed at being your boyfriend. He was supposed to make you feel safe! Loved! To be a safe place for you, to make you feel trusted. He failed at that. What else hasn’t he notice?

Dick felt hot tears streaming down his own face. He pulled you closer to himself.

„Y/N... I feel so ashamed. I can’t imagine how badly I must have treated you to feel like this. After all I’ve done, or rather not done I extremely worried that you want to get up and leave me. I mean I would understand but...I love you! You have to know that. I am sorry for not telling it to you enough. I need to show my love for you more. And if that is what it takes for you to realize how an amazing woman you are than I will. Because you are, amazing, I can’t imagine coming home and not finding you here. You are the single most important thing in my life. I just... Me being out of your league? Hell! You are out of my league! I don’t deserve you. I know these oast few weeks we... We barley talked. Like really talked. I was so busy with everything but that’s not an excuse to leave you alone. I can’t even ask for your forgiveness... „

„ Dick... „

„ No, really I don’t. I am supposed to make you feel loved yet you think I would leave you because you are insecure? Because you are anxious? Those are more reasons for me to stay and help you. But you feel like I can’t help you with these and that is purely my fault. But... I promise if you give me a chance, I will make up for it. I’ll be the man you deserve. Shower you with love, listen to you, help you in every way you want. Because I love you,so, so much. I can’t stand to lose you. „

You bury your face in his chest and don’t even try to hold back the tears. He doesn’t either. You cry but you are happier that you got it off you chest. Dick cries, afraid of losing you. He won’t. You won’t leave him. It will take some time for you to fully open up and talk about every insecurity you have but Dick is willing to wait for you. He will wait for you till the end of the times. Because he loves you. And you live him. And for now, on this quiet September night, love is enough.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x you #nightwing imagine #nightwing x reader #dick grayson one shot #dick grayson oneshot #dick grayson imagine #dc imagine #dc x reader #dick grayson angst #dick grayson fluff #batboys fluff

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what is something that the cgs or roman can do to quickly calm vee down / make her feel soft and safe? like if fae is scared of something, does patton have a specific phrase he uses to calm faer down? or something that will always make faer stop crying. (sorry this is weird & specific i rather really want fluff rn hshdhshd) -🌙

everyones stop-the-baby-crying tricks

patton

baby bounces, 75% effective

patton uses his strength to his advantage and swoops vee into his arms the moment he sees a tear or hears a whimper. then like in the last chapter of LABD, he bounces faer on his hip and coos at faer softly. this babying and the physical affection is pretty effective, it definitey always reduces the tears; faer sobs turn into sniffles

but the thing is patton treats the cooing and bouncing and singing nursery rhymes as a priority, when he really should be more practical and think if he can fix whatever it is that made vee upset in the first place. he will bounce faer and coo for a couple of minutes before realising that the room is too bright and fae needs the blinds closed, when he could have realised and closed the blinds sooner which wouldve stopped vee's tears

logan

silly faces, 50% effective

logans the least equipped at stopping vee from crying, he panics a little and doesn't really know how to combine affection and comfort with being practical and addressing what actually upset her. like if she hurts herself, logan is focussed on treating any injuries and has a very serious air about him that freaks vee out and makes her cry more.

but he does his best to be silly and make the baby giggle, because he feels awful seeing her so sad. the thing is even though roman loves his mom being silly, vee gets a little thrown off because she sees mama as a calming and sincere person, not a silly one who blows rasbarries and crosses his eyes. when shes happy she can enjoy it but if shes upset it just surprises her. sometimes thats enough to stop the tears, but not too often

roman

interactive toy performances, 90% effective

roman used to hold the title of 'best at getting the baby to stop crying'. he leaves the practical stuff up to the cgs - like if vee's diaper needs changing, if fae needs milk, if fae has a bruise that needs kissing - so he has got a slight unfair advantage, but hes found a way that has gotten vee to instantly stop crying almost every time he does it

he'll take whatever they were playing with when vee got upset (like ro's teddy bear Aladdin, the purple wooden car vee likes to spin the wheels on, maybe even hestia the dragon softie) and make up a song for the toys to perform for vee. he makes the toys bounce around and wiggle to the song, then he gets them to interact with vee.

he will roll the cars wheels gently on vee's arms (a way of grounding faer) or he will get aladdin to wiggle his butt then boop vee on faer nose with his paw (a soft sensory feeling) and almost always it manages to get the baby giggling and smiling with no more tears. he's usually in charge of cheering vee up when fae has an accident, distracting faer and getting faer to laugh while the cgs clean up and run a bath

janus

nana's special sensory cuddle, 100% effective

it was actually first mentioned in this post, but janus has a very special trick up his sleeve.

when he was raising vee, she used to have meltdowns a lot both as a child and as a teen, and janus helped her through enough of them to make plenty of mistakes but also to learn from them and find ways that helped vee get through the meltdown faster and safer

so his method for if vee is ANY kind of upset, whether its overwhelmed or fussy or genuinely sad, is to sit behind vee with his legs around her, wrap his arms around her chest and pull her back against him, and firmly cover her eyes with his hand. he knows exactly how tight to squeeze so that the pressure soothes vee but doesnt restrict her breathing, and he knows exactly how to cover her eyes so she doesnt feel stifled but also so no light gets to her eyes and bothers her hypersensitivity

this works every. single. time. no matter how upset vee is, even if shes in the middle of sensory overload and was hyperventilating and growling and yelling, if janus does this (with vee's consent) it immediately makes her breathe easy and slump into janus. if its done when vee is regressed and was a crying baby then it works just as well, making her coo in confusion then sigh calmly and snuggle back against nana and wiggle into his lap. she usually falls asleep within fifteen minutes or so

#little/big concepts #also pls dont apologize for it being specific !!! specific concept requests are the best because it actually gives me a proper prompt to -#- work with !!#i love ppl sending concept prompts but when someone just says 'logan and roman' or 'vees toys' i rly dont have anything to work with there #so ye thank u for this !#asks #🌙 anon

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talk-geek-to-me · 4 years

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Betrayal

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader. eventual Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Anxiety. depression, abandonment, hella angst man, fluff, second-hand embarrassment, swearing, some violence, but it’s super mild. I think that’s about it.

Word Count:4,359 (I’m so not sorry)

Disclaimer: I’m so sorry this took so long for me to get out!! Life’s kinda really crazy rn. I’m moving across the country and I’m trying to keep up with school. It’s a super busy life rn. But I really hope you guys enjoy it!! It’s probably not as good as I hyped it up to be. There is totally enough room for me to make a part 2 but, Idk. With how I left it, I think it doesn’t need it. But I hope you guys love it as much as I do!! @buckysknifecollection prompt is in bold.

*** = time has passed

~~~= same day. different perspective

"I'll be back, I promise" Steve caressed your cheek, lips quickly brushing against yours, pulling away just as fast as they came. He staggered away from you, getting one last look.

Your brows pulled together in confusion, eyes searching his blue ones, only finding determination instead of love and care that was there a few days ago. You watched him hug Bucky and head towards the Quantum Tunnel.

Once Steve was in place, he glanced at you, heartbreaking at your confused stare. He knew if he had given you a real kiss, he wouldn't find it in him to go back. He knew he wouldn't be able to provide the answers to your questions you'll be cursed with.

"Gonna miss you buddy" Bucky stood next to you, hand coming to rest on your shoulder.

"It's gonna be ok Buck" your gaze snapped between the super soldiers.

"What?" You stepped away from Bucky, looking at Sam for an answer, only for him to meet your gaze with an equally confused look.

"Going Quantum in 5...4...3..2..1" Bruce counted.

"Wait-" You stepped towards the machine. You felt a cold hand wrap around your wrist, gently tugging you back. You snapped your head to Bucky, finding his baby blue eyes are filled with sadness and guilt. You stopped struggling.

"Bringing him back in 5..4..3..2..1" Bruce pushed a series of buttons before looking up at the platform to find it empty.

"Where is he?" Sam barked, eyes flicking to you before going to Bruce.

"I don't know, he must've blown past his time" panicking, Bruce began typing different combinations in hopes it would do something.

A few seconds passed, but to you, it felt like hours before your hope vanished and was replaced with pain. Your heart breaking when you realized that Steve left you for her.

Tears pricked your eyes, compromising your vision. A ringing filled your ears, muffling the conversation around you.

Turning on your heel, you quickly made your way towards the cabin, tears now spilling into hot streams down your cheeks. You yanked own the screen door just to slam it shut behind you. The echo of it made Sam and Bucky turn towards where you had disappeared.

"How long do you think she'll be upset?" Bucky sighed, the guilt in his eyes traveling to his heart.

"I don't know man, I don't know.. She'll need us though. C'mon, we gotta catch her before she leaves us here" Sam made his way towards the cabin, stopping to put the shield by the door.

Stepping inside, Sam found you scrambling around, grabbing your jacket, bag and the car keys that had been discarded on the coffee table before you had ventured to the platform.

"Y/N" Sam stepped in front of you, hands up, showing he meant no harm. His voice soft. "You're not suitable to drive, please let me."

You glanced at him before your eyes landed on the Brunette leaning against the car. He immediately opened his arms for you.

Lips quivering, you placed the keys in Sam's hand and bounded down the stairs and straight into Bucky's arms. Safely in his arms, your shoulders began to shake, and sobs broke out of your throat. His hand cradled the back of your head, keeping you close. Tears formed in his eyes, making him hide his face in your hair. He didn’t feel the same pain you felt, but he did know how you were feeling. Steve didn’t just leave you, he left him, Sam, his friends, the family he created here.

Sam had made his way to you two when you felt another pair of arms wrap around you. It was going to be hard, but you can get through this... Together.

***

Due to the compound getting rebuilt and thanks to Sam’s good heart, he took you and Bucky to his DC home. Even when you reassured him that you’d be fine and find your own place to stay, but he insisted you stay with him.

Inevitably, you locked yourself in the room Sam had given you. Bucky had tried to get you to come out, but each try left him with silence. Eventually, he’d leave a tray of food out your door, checking every few hours to see if you’d eaten any. At first, you didn’t. Soon enough, he’d found the plate had been picked at.

It was weeks, 3 to be exact, before you decided to venture out of your room.

Sam was the first person to greet you one Friday morning. He handed you a cup of coffee and wrapped an arm around you in a side hug.

“How are you holding up?” He ruffled your hair before he moved back to the other side of the counter.

“I’m okay, been sleeping a lot, crying... Ya know, depression stuff” Bringing the cup to your lips, reveling in the warmth the coffee provided as it coursed through your body before it settled in your stomach. You scanned the house, looking for a certain Super Soldier. “Where’s Bucky?”

“Dimwit went on a milk run. We were running out of ideas of bringing you out of that room.” He places a small bowl of yogurt Parfait in front of you.

“Dimwit?” You giggled over a mouthful of berries and yogurt.

“He’s been getting on my nerves.”

As if on queue, Bucky steps through the front door, drawing all attention to him. His eyes met yours, and a smile blessed his lips.

“Oh my god," He quickly set the bags down, the sound of plastic bags and cans hitting the table filled the room before he quickly made his way to you. Engulfing you in a hug, he lifted you off the barstool and twirled around earning giggles to escape your lips. “When did you come out of your room?” He sat you back on the stool, stealing your coffee in the process.

“Actually, just about 20 minutes ago.” He glanced at Sam, who confirmed your statement with a nod.

“Good! I bought movies and junk food. So, go” He pulled you off your chair “Go shower and change”

“Please!” Sam laughed as Bucky pushed you in the direction of the bathroom.

“Do I really smell that bad?” You pulled your shirt to your nose, crinkling it. You did smell that bad.

“Sweetheart, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you reek.” Bucky opened the door and lightly pushed you into the entryway.

“Wait, I don’t have any clothes” You turned to make your way back to your room, but the Assassin was in your way.

“Don’t. I’ll do it. Just shower” He pressed his lips to your forehead, and quickly padded off to your room.

You turned towards the mirror, your brows were slightly raised, mouth turned in a slight smile, and cheeks faintly dusted with pink. “What the fuck just happened?” you questioned. Sighing when you got no answer, you turned on the shower and waited for it to warm.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, slowly coming to the realization of how bad you looked. Bags under your eyes from lack of sleep and crying too much, skin pale and greasy, lips insanely chapped that no amount of chapstick would fix. You didn’t look or feel like yourself. Depression turned you into a different person, and you didn’t like her.

Fog crept its way across the mirror, eventually covering your reflection. Letting out a sigh you turned away from the mirror and began undressing.

You were about to step into the shower when a knock came at the door. Quickly wrapping a towel around yourself, you opened the door enough for you to see who it was.

“Um, I brought clothes” Bucky mumbled, eyes looking everywhere but you, a light blush cascading across his cheeks.

“Easy there Sarge, don’t get too excited” You giggled, taking the neatly folded clothes. Fingers brushing against his, sending another shade of red up his neck. “Thank you, Bucky”

“Yea, of course, um..I’m just gonna” He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder indicating he was going to leave.

Nodding, you closed the door and laid out the clothes. Noticing that he didn’t bring you jeans but had brought you your favorite joggers and a tank top, made you smile. One that reached your eyes.

“He cares”

***

Stepping into the living room, you found the boys dressed the same; sweatpants and t-shirts. They were standing in the middle of the living room, yelling at each other. Movies scattered on the coffee table, food placed in the middle.

Giggling, you moved around Sam and plopped down on a couch and scanned through the selection.

You popped it in the DVD player and let the opening scene stop the bickering behind you.

"The Mummy?" Sam question

"Yes, because you two wouldn't shut up. So please, sit down and enjoy the beauty of Brendan Fraiser."

It went on like this for weeks. Watching movies, arguing who got to pick the movie.

Soon enough, you started feeling better, well enough that you started jogging with the boys in the morning.

***

It was 5 am when Wanda called you, pulling you from a blissful sleep.

"Maximoff, I swear, if you're not dying, I'll kill you." You huffed, moving towards the heat source in your bed.

Laughing at your empty threat, you could hear Strange tell her to calm down even though he was chuckling himself. "The compound is finished, you guys can move in today"

"You couldn't wait till a decent hour to tell me this?" You groaned. Feeling an arm wrap around your middle, you looked up finding confused baby blue eyes locked onto your features.

"Wanda" You mouthed earning a nod from the super-soldier. His arm slide up your back and cold metal hand under the strap of your tank top.

"Well, I had just gotten off the phone with Pepper and-" She was still talking but Bucky had plucked the phone out of your hand and pressed it to his ear.

"We'll be there later Wanda, goodnight," Bucky said. You could hear her gasp and begin to talk, only to be cut off by Bucky hanging up.

"Bucky" you lightly scolded as he pulled you closer to him after throwing your phone to the other side of your bed.

"Sweetheart, its 5 am and I plan on” He moved to hover over you, fitting between your legs, hips resting against yours, forearms supporting him. “Spending a bit more time with you before the sun rises.”

Smiling at his comment, you wrapped your arms around his neck, hands falling into his hair. “Well Sarge, the sun is beginning to rise and Sam will want to know.”

Bucky scanned your face as he brushed stray hair away from your face, smiling softly when you leaned into his touch. “I know. Are you feeling better?

You nodded, pulling him closer to you. “I feel” you brushed his nose with yours “So much better, thank you”

“My pleasure” He closed the small gap between you with a kiss.

A couple of hours later, you had packed your things and were packing the car when the boys came out of the house, bickering about who's driving.

"I'm not letting you drive, Grandma, and little miss speedster over there will kill us!" Sam shouted, taking the keys out of Bucky's hand. His head snapped towards you, feigning a hurt expression.

“I’m an assassin!” Bucky exclaimed

"You stole my steering wheel and that makes you an assassin?" Sam joked

"Boys! Listen, you both drive super slow, so I'm driving" Snatching the keys out of Sam's hand, you slide into the driver's seating.

The drive to the compound was a long one. You may drive fast, but with Sam and Bucky arguing over the music, it felt longer. On many occasions during the drive, you had slapped Sam’s hand away from the radio and asked the boys to stop arguing.

Arriving at the new compound was like arriving at Disneyland. The boys had stopped arguing and stared in awe as you pulled up. It was bigger, more windows, a pool. Everything the old one had, this one had too. It was just bigger.

Parking the car, your door was immediately ripped opened and you were being pulled out into the crisp October air, and into a certain witch’s arms.

“I missed you so much!” Wanda squealed, tightening her grip on you.

“Wanda, I missed you too. But I think I’m going to miss breathing if you don’t let me go” You wheezed as she released her hold on you. She looped her arm through yours, pulling you away from the car. But not before she shot a glance at Bucky, wiggling her eyebrows as if she knew what had happened the night before.

“What the hell happened last night?” Wanda questioned as she leads you to the compound.

~~~

“Hey,” Sam tossed Bucky his bag “Is she ok?”

“Yea, she was in one of those depression moods that I used to get” He watched you and Wanda interact with each other before Strange came up to the two of you.

“You stayed the night in her room, man. What was that about?”

“She asked me to stay. I wasn’t going to leave her alone with her thoughts” Leaning against the car, Bucky crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Sam.

“I see you two getting close,” a smirk was forming on the new Captain’s lips “I saw the kiss before we packed the car” Sam wiggled his eyebrows at the Sergeant.

“Oh, c’mon man! You weren’t supposed to see that!” exclaimed Bucky as he hit his shoulder, making Sam laugh.

“Ohoho! Then don’t do it in the middle of the living room!” Sam's smirk turned to a wicked grin "And when you kissed her hand in the car, or the time you held her while she made dinner! Or-!" He was cut off when Bucky threw his sweatshirt at him.

“C’mon man!” Bucky laughed, a light pink dusted his cheeks.

“Or! the shower incident” Sam faked a gasp, a smile broke across his face as the former Winter Soldier turned a bright red.

~~~

“That’s all that happened last night” You explained to Wanda, who didn’t believe you despite what you confirmed.

“Yea? Then why is he turning into a tomato over there” Strange pointed towards the car.

Turning towards the car, you saw and could hear Sam howling with laughter, and Bucky? Well, Strange was right. Bucky’s face was, in fact, turning into a tomato.

“I-I don’t know. Sam likes to pick on him sometimes.” You mumbled, brows furrowed together as you watched Sam lean against the car for support and Bucky hide his smile behind his hand.

***

It was around midnight when you decided to sit in the living room, music softly floating through the tv speakers. Footsteps drew closer, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Ya know, it’s not polite to play music without someone who was alive when it came out” Bucky’s voice came closer until you feel the couch dip with his weight, signifying he was sitting next to you.

"I thought you were asleep" You countered, shifting to lean on him, back to his side, your head laid on his shoulder. Bucky had moved his arm around you and had begun tracing designs on your arm.

"I don't sleep when you're not next to me" He mumbled into your hair. Your heart skipping a beat, a blush crept across your cheeks, and you began to relax more against him.

Sitting in comfortable silence, you two were enjoying Frank Sinatra’s Come Fly With Me play when Bucky cleared his throat.

“Wanna dance?”

You looked up at him, seeing a smirk playing on his lips, making you smile.

“You gonna dance with me as you did with those girls in the 40’s Sarge?” You watched him stand and hold out his hand. “Cause I wouldn’t say no”

“Come here then,” Placing your hand in his, he pulled you to your feet. Sliding his hand around your waist, it rested it on your lower back. His gaze shifted to the distance between you two, and back to your eyes. “We’re gonna have to get a lot closer than this, Sweetheart.” Feeling his grip tighten on your waist, you sucked in a breath when he pulled you closer. Chest pressed against his.

“Now we dance,” Bucky began swaying, his eyes never leaving yours. He led you in a classic waltz, occasionally spinning you, earning giggles to escape your lips.

Pulling you tight against him, you rested your head on his shoulder, your hand falling on his shoulder, savoring the moment.

“I need to tell you something” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“Of course Buck, what’s wrong?” Worry laced your voice

“No, no. Nothing’s wrong. I just need to get something off my chest” Breaking apart from you, he ran his hands nervously through his hair.

“Bucky, what’s going on?” You took a step towards him.

“ty oblegchayesh' zhizn' kazhdyy den', ty vyyavlyayesh' luchsheye vo mne. Ya snova nachinayu chuvstvovat' sebya staroy. ya vlyublyayus' v tebya” Bucky panicked, eyes searching yours.

“Bucky, you’re speaking Russian” Bucky has never seen a more confused face than yours at this moment.

“I panicked!” He exclaimed

“If your plan was to throw me off, then it worked!” You laughed, stepping closer to him, you placed your hands on his shoulders. “James, tell me what you said”

Hearing his first name roll off your tongue, made his worry disappear. He wrapped his arms around your waist, rubbing little circles in your back.

“I said,” Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before looking you in the eyes. “You make living every day easier, you bring out the best in me, Sam’s noticed it. I’m starting to fall in love with you Sweetheart. I know it’s not the right time, but I wanted to tell you”

“Bucky-”

“No, I need to tell you. I need you to know and if you don’t feel the same then-”

“Bucky!”

“It’s ok if you don’t feel the same. I totally get it” He rambled. Realizing he wasn’t going to give you a chance to talk, you crashed your lips to his.

You two have kissed many times before, but this is different. You don’t know when you realized you had feelings for him, but you do know that he’s always been there for you. He’s made everything easier. Easier to breathe, to get over you know who, to adjust. Somewhere in there, you’ve grown feelings for him.

Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his. “I feel the same way”

“Really?” Bucky’s face nearly tore in two when the words filled his ears.

“Really” You agreed.

~~~

A crashing noise pulled Sam out of sleep. He poked his head out his door, finding yours and Bucky’s door opened and music coming from the living room. Sam decided that he didn’t want to know what it was, so he headed back to bed, but a light outside his window caught his attention. Ripping the shades opened, he saw a familiar figure standing on the Quantum Tunnel platform. Doubt filled him, there was no way he was back... Right?

Watching the figure look around, Sam ran out of his room, as quietly as he could, down the back staircase and out to the backyard

“Sam?” The figure called.

"Steve? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in the 40's" Sam questioned.

"I know. Peggy and I.. We didn't work out. It wasn't right. Peggy wasn't-" Steve began, his mind racing.

"Wasn't what Steve?"

"She wasn't y/n" Steve sighed. He knew Peggy wasn't you the second he got to her house. He knew you two are very different, but everything she did, he found himself silently comparing her to you. She was a spy, and you were an Avenger. When she spared it was quick, but when you spared it turned into a competition. Everything Peggy did, Steve found himself missing the things you did. There was a hole in his life and only you could feel it.

"Steve-"

"I need to see her" Steve interrupted, making his way towards the door Sam came out of.

"What? No, Steve. Don't" Sam followed the former Captain, trying to catch up with how fast he was walking. When did he walk so fast?

"Sam, I messed up. I left her when I shouldn't have, I have to make it right" Steve called from the stairs. Sam ran up the stairs behind him and grabbed his arm when he caught up to Steve.

"You don't understand. She's changed, she's not the same girl who loved you. She's.." He hesitated "She's moved on Steve."

"I need to see her" Steve persisted, pulling his arm out of Sam's grip and headed down the hall towards the living room. Dread filled Sam, slowly following the First Avenger.

~~~

“We should probably go to bed” Bucky mumbled into your neck. You two had found your way back to the couch after your confession.

“Or we could stay and sleep here. We’re already laying down” You raked your fingers through his hair, grabbing a few strands and began braiding the brown locks. A door being slammed open pulled you two apart.

“It’s the middle of the night, who the hell is slamming doors?” Bucky reached behind the couch for the handgun he had hidden there. You were already on your feet, gun at the ready and heading towards the sound of intrusion.

“Wait! They might be asleep!” You heard Sam’s desperate pleas come down the hall.

“Sam? What’s wrong?” You lowered your gun, hearing two pairs of footsteps advance quickly towards you. Quickly raising your gun, you loaded the chamber and took aim.

“What the hell” Bucky said from behind you, drawing your attention to him. Bucky’s eyes never left the intruder, confusion overcame you, and you looked at the intruder. Finding the person who you never thought you’d see again. Steve stepped closer to you, and you stepped away from him.

“Baby?” His voice was soft, too soft, foreign. Shaking your head, you stepped closer to Bucky.

“You don’t get to call me that” You hissed through gritted teeth. The confusion was replaced with anger. It took over you, your hands and voice shook.

“Please let me explain, baby” Steve took a few more steps towards you, hands coming up to cup your face. He lowered his face to yours, hope-filled his entire being.

“Steve” Bucky placed a hand on his shoulder “Don’t do that” The warning in his voice made Steve stand straighter.

“This is my girlfriend” Steve argued.

You let out a laugh that startled both boys. You continued to laugh until tears were evident in your eyes.

“That’s fucking hilarious Rogers, you think I’m your girlfriend?” Shaking your head, you stepped closer to Steve. He was taller than you by a foot, making him stare down at you. But by the way, he felt, you were staring down at him. Your eyes bore into his, rage radiating off you, and Steve could feel every ounce of it. “I haven’t been your girlfriend since the moment you decided to fucking leave. You don’t get to call me that. Don’t ever call me that, again” You pushed past him, shoulder hitting his arm hard enough to make him lose his balance.

“Baby, wait” He caught your arm. Twisting your arm out of his grip, you reeled around and connected your fist to his jaw.

Hearing the crack, Bucky and Sam flinched, thinking that you broke Steve’s jaw with how fast you reacted and how fast his head snapped to the side.

“Damn” Sam mumbled, looking at Bucky “That’s your girl man”

Pride filled his body, Bucky stood a little taller “I know”

“Get it through your head, Rogers! I’m not your girlfriend! I’m not yours! Don’t touch me” You hissed. Turning on your heel, you stormed down the hall towards your room, slamming the door shut when you were inside.

Steve rubbed his jaw, feeling the serum begin to heal his jaw, looking at his friends before his eyes landed on the Brunette, “Looks like your hair is getting a bit long.. Operation Haircut?”

“When you decided you’re done with Operation Jackass, then I’ll consider Operation Haircut” Bucky scoffed, following the trail of rage to your bedroom, entering it without knocking.

Slowly closing the door to your room, Bucky found you sitting on your bed, eyes closed and taking deep breaths.

“Sweetheart?” He whispered, fearing the nickname might make you snap. But it only brought you comfort.

“Bucky” Your voice shook, opening your eyes, they landed on his form, kneeling next to your bed. He took your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Why is he back?” Your voice was barely a whisper.

“I don’t know sweetheart,” He paused, searching for the right thing to say before deciding on distracting you, “You know, that was a really good punch. It looked like you nearly broke his neck with how hard you hit him”

The burden of heartbreak left your chest and in its place, laughter made its home. “I had someone teach me how to throw a punch hard enough to break a jaw” You gripped his hand tighter, referencing to him.

“Yea? He did a damn good job” Lifting himself, Bucky sat on your bed, pulling you against him.

“Yea. He did” Relaxing against the Former Hand of Hydra, you finally begin to feel at peace with yourself. You made the decision right there that it was always Bucky. He was your rock before and after Steve left, he was the light in a dark room. He knew that you could take care of yourself, but when you need it, he’s there for you. You, too, had begun to fall in love with him. People would be against it, due to him being the Winter Soldier, but you didn’t care. He didn’t think he was a hero, but you? He was your hero.

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givelove-always · 5 years

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Little Things

A/N: Hi! This is my first fic ever. I know it’s not that great, but if I do end up continuing to write, I promise it’s going to be (hopefully) uphill from here. It’s a common concept with my own spin on it, I’m just trying to play around with writing styles rn. I hope you like it, please be sure to leave me some feedback (but please be nice because I will cry haha)!! Also reblogs to help with exposure would be so greatly appreciated!! Anway, I hope you enjoy!!

Summary: Just some cutesy Shawn waking up one morning and thinking about the adorable things his girlfriend does :)

Warnings: None, except for really mediocre (probably even below-average haha) writing

Word Count: 2058 words

Shawn groaned lightly as the early morning sunlight hit his face. He was really regretting not getting up to pull the curtains shut last night - he most definitely could’ve landed himself a few extra hours of sleep if he had. Blinking a few times to awaken himself, he slowly adjusted to the sudden burst of light he was being exposed to.

As he looked down to see his girlfriend sleeping on his chest, light snores escaping her, his heart skipped a beat. Her legs were entangled in his, her hair was sprawled across her face, and her hands rest gently on his chest. She’d slept over multiple times before, but seeing her so at ease and close to him in the morning, he swore he was feeling just as nervous yet filled with adoration as the first time she did.

Staring down at her peaceful image, thoughts of all the things he absolutely adored about her started flooding his mind. The immense amount of support she showed him through absolutely everything, the depth with which she was always trying to understand everyone and everything around her, the amount of ambition and determination she had to reach her goals. Not to mention her smile - seeing it made everything around him disappear. If he could somehow make sure that her beautiful smile never left her face, heaven knows he’d do it in a heartbeat. The list just went on and on.

Like those little notes that she would randomly leave for him all the time? He swore those things had the ability to make his entire day. It didn’t matter where in the world he was, he’d always receive sweet little messages from her.

He still remembered the first time she left him a note, and how the tradition started:

Shawn woke up, yawning, unaware of what time of day it was. He had flown in the night before (and then driven about 2 hours to her dorm) to surprise his girlfriend of a month. He usually wasn’t one to sleep in very late, but after a long night filled with cuddles and laughter (and a few episodes of Arthur), it was safe to say that the exhaustion had caught up to him. The emptiness of the bed and the silence filling the condo told him that she had probably already left, and the bright sun shining through the blinds on the winter day that it was probably sometime around noon.

As he rolled over to look at the clock on the bedside table, he noticed an orange notecard sitting there. Picking it up, he started reading it, his furrowed eyebrows and slight frown quickly turning into a big goofy smile. “Good morning (or afternoon) baby! I have classes until 5 today, and then I’ll be home as quickly as my feet will let me. I baked some muffins before leaving, but remember - “only one sample per customer please!” Kidding, DEVOUR as many as you want! See you later!” was scribbled across the little paper, with a little heart drawn on the bottom-right corner. Shawn imagined her writing the note quickly in that felt-tip pen she was obsessed with and couldn’t stop talking about, chuckling at the reference she’d made to the episode they’d been watching the night before - only y/n would remember obscure lines like that.

Ever since that day, it had practically become a custom - every time he was over, she’d leave him a little note for him to find and smile at. Finding spots that would be unexpected yet upfront enough for the oblivious boy to notice them was a challenge, but y/n always had fun watching him walk past the little piece of paper over and over again, until she’d get fed up and start dropping very obvious hints.

If he was traveling, she would make sure to send him sweet messages as often as she could, ranging from simple texts saying “I hope you have a great day bub!” to heartfelt messages about how much she appreciated him and all that he did. Sometimes, she would just send him pictures of adorable little things she’d seen on her way home from class, other times, images of something at the mall that reminded her of him. No matter what, even if they were arguing, there would always be a little heartfelt message or note that would come through, and just like that, everything would suddenly feel okay.

Shawn lay there, gently running his hand up and down her arm, thinking about how grateful he is to have someone so caring in his life. The amount of love she had for not just him, but people in general, and how willing she was to go out of her way to help anyone she could left him in awe every single time. Just when he thought that there was no way a person could be any kinder, she would do something and leave him awestruck.

Shawn sat across the table from her at the little restaurant they were at, both of them in a fit of giggles over a crazy incident from tour Shawn had brought up. Y/n looked over as the bells over the front door chimed and a young couple walked in with their toddler. The little kid made eye contact with y/n and waved at her, earning a little grabby wave in return.

“I love children so much,” she told Shawn with a soft smile on her face. “There’s just something about them being so innocent and carefree that’s just beautiful to see.”

Shawn nodded softly, thinking about how wonderful it would be to have a little family of his own someday. “I’m just going to use the restroom really quickly,” he excused himself, pointing in the general direction of the loo.

When he came back to the table, he noticed that y/n was missing. Confused, he looked around, only for his eyes to land on her talking to the couple they had seen earlier. As he began walking over to her, he realized that she appeared to be translating something between the family and the waitress. Quickly, he understood the situation and sat back down at their table, watching her patiently talking to both parties.

A few minutes later, when she had finished helping the family, from what Shawn presumed to be ordering their food, she was warmly telling the couple something while pointing over to her and Shawn’s table. As she turned and saw Shawn sitting there, she smiled and said a quick goodbye to the family, giving the little boy a high-five and making her way back to Shawn, who had been watching with his adorable Bambi eyes.

“I’m so sorry I left midway, they’re new here and can’t speak English very well and were having trouble ordering their meal. I heard them speaking when they were walking in and figured I’d be able to translate since I’m fluent enough, so I went over and helped them. I didn’t realize you were already back, I would’ve cut our conversation short if I’d seen you,” she explained.

“No, honey, don’t worry about it one bit,” Shawn replied, gently grabbing her hand across the table. “You’re so insanely sweet, I don’t know what I did to deserve such a kind girlfriend like you. I’m sure they appreciate you so much right now darling, I’m glad you helped them out.” She blushed, quickly shifting the focus of the conversation to anything but herself.

He wished she wouldn’t brush his compliments off so easily. In that moment, he made it his goal to make her realize that she was worthy of every single praise the world had to offer, one day at a time.

Shawn still didn’t understand how someone could hold so much beauty in their soul, and moreover, how he got so lucky to make that someone such a big part of his life.

Gently stroking her hair off her face, his mind wandered to their weekly movie nights. Fridays had always been designated to be theirs and theirs alone, although movie-watching rarely actually happened - updating each other about their lives was what the chatterboxes were usually up to. Staring up at the ceiling, he was taken back to the previous night.

It had been an extremely long week for both of them. Shawn had spent a large chunk of it at the studio, and with finals soon approaching, y/n had been spending a lot of time in class and then at the resource center with her classmates. They both deserved to take a genuine break to spend time with each other, and that was exactly what they did.

It was a very silent night in his condo, both of them laying in bed entangled in one another, just enjoying each other’s presence. A movie played in the background, neither of them caring enough to watch it or turn it off.

“Are you cold honey?” Shawn asked y/n, noticing how she had been trying to bury herself into him. He chuckled to himself when she tiredly mumbled a “yes” and whined a little as he got up to get them both a blanket. Turning off the movie, he placed the blanket on her and quickly got under it. She snuggled right into him again, falling asleep almost instantly, leaving a soft smile on his face.

His feet were sticking out of the blanket, courtesy of her gathering the entirety of it. Was he cold? A little bit. Was he going to move even the slightest bit and risk waking her up after she was finally giving herself the rest she needed? Hell no. He just cuddled right back into her and held her tighter, enjoying the warmth she was radiating. In that moment, regardless of the fact that his feet were a little uncomfortable, everything felt right. It felt like there was nothing in the world that could bring him down as long as she was in his arms, like that moment was written in his destiny and he’d finally achieved it.

He’d fallen asleep with the same warmth in his chest that he woke up with. Everything felt okay, and there was nothing he wanted to do more than hold her and cuddle her and make sure she was happy in every waking moment. He knew that wasn’t possible, but that’s what his heart wished it could do.

He was drawing little shapes on her arm, and hadn’t realized she’d woken up until he heard her mumble, “You’re staring again babe.”

Gasping, Shawn quickly pulled the “No I’m not, you must have been dreaming” card.

Slightly more awake by this point, y/n decided to mess with him a little. “You know what, you’re right. Why would you be staring at me? My hair is gross and sticky, my lips are most definitely chapped and-”

“What are you talking about? Y/n, you’re absolutely gorgeous no matter how much effort you’ve put into looking it. Besides, even though your hair is plastered to your forehead and your face is puffy, you’ve never looked lovelier to me. There’s no other sight in the world I’d rather wake up to, honey, I hope you understand that.”

Blushing, she cooed and hid her face in his neck, feeling his chest booming underneath her as he let out a hearty chuckle at her cute antics. Shawn was supposed to be the one getting all flustered here, not y/n, she really hadn’t seen this mushiness coming - at least not this early in the morning.

As his laughter died down, the room was engulfed by a comforting silence.Of course, y/n being y/n, had her mind running the whole time to come up with a new way to tease Shawn. As an idea crossed her mind, her eyes lit up, and she looked up at him.

“Shawn?”

“Hmm?”

“So you were staring,” she giggled, getting up and running away as his eyes went wide.

If reflecting on everything in the last little while hadn’t made him sure of it, watching her run out of the room completely engulfed by his shirt definitely did - he loved her. He, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes, was completely in love with y/n y/l/n. All that was left to do now was to find a special way to tell her.

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lilyswritings · 5 years

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Crush.

MAJOR SPIDER-MAN: FAR FROM HOME SPOILERS AHEAD! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

wakandahoesarethose requested: hun ﹐ your imagines are SO GOOD & i'm insanely craving angst rn . . could you please write something to do with FFH . I NEED ANGST . idkk — reader suppressing her feelings for pete bc she wants him & mj to be happy with each other . almost killed by mysterio ﹐ pete realising how much he actually likes her . & then FLUFF ! ( por favor ? )

anonymous requested: Please could you write a FFH imagine about the reader liking Peter but she tries to deny it because she knows that he has a thing for MJ . Reader almost gets killed by mysterio and Pete realises how much he actually likes her . A worried / protective Peter Parker fluff please

author’s note: i’m-! I love you both, thank you so much for sending something in. these were very similar requests so i figured i’d go ahead and put them together!! you wanted angst followed by fluff? (you know me so well) you got it ;) (actually pretty proud of this one)

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Peter Parker x Reader

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After watching Peter look longingly at MJ the entire nine-hour flight, you’re about ready to lose it. Your original seating plan had suited you fine; you, Ned, and Peter in a row. The dream team. Then the whole ‘perfume allergy’ fiasco had resulted in a seating plan where MJ was sat next to Brad, Peter was next to Mr. Harrington, and Ned and Betty were together leaving you next to a passed-out Mr. Dell. Wonderful.

You kept glancing back to Peter, wondering if there was some way to orchestrate another change that resulted in the two of you together, but in the end you decided against it. You can’t compete with the puppy-dog heart-eyes he kept throwing at MJ, anyway. You and Ned can be single and happy together.

By the time you’re in Venice airport, however, in some Twilight Zone turn of events, Ned and Betty are dating. Which leaves you and Peter, as friends.

In Venice, Peter pulled you aside to help himbuy a necklace for MJ. A touching and incredibly romantic move that made your heart ache slightly at the recipient not being you.

Then the whole water monster thing had happened, Peter (or rather, Spider-Man - you and Ned had found out around the same time) had been visited by Nick Fury, and suddenly your summer travels were derailed by a crazy man in a cape with a hero-complex and very powerful life-threatening technology.

Exactly what you’d imagined when you’d tried to make a plan to finally confess your feelings to your best friend... while he constantly tries to go after another girl. (You hadn’t planned that last bit - subsequently, that was what had made you give up on your plan in the first place. Peter and MJ could be really happy together, and who are you to stop the boy you love from being happy?)

But now, as you stand below a double-decker bus on Tower Bridge and the skies grow dark and ominous as one of Mysterio’s illusions begins to encompass London, you can’t help but wonder whether keeping quiet was the right thing to do - if you die now, he’ll never know.

Your classmates scream as you all sprint along the bridge, dodging cars and pieces of debris that fall from the bridge. There’s a clash in your brain of the knowledge that this is an illusion and the feeling of wind whipping past your face and things hurtling towards you.

You jump wildly to the side to avoid getting crushed by a falling piece of the bridge, eyes wide as the ground shakes where it landed. Hesitantly, you lower yourself into a crouch, shaking fingers outstretched, and touch the very solid piece of stone. That just fell right where you were standing. Okay, so the illusions are deadly and you’re all gonna die. Great.

“We have to move!” MJ shouts, and you couldn’t agree more as you rise and begin to run along with the rest of the group.

After a few minutes of panicked running and making sure everyone is okay, your class finally reaches the end of the bridge and turns to look back.

“It’s real.” You state in a hushed tone as your class pauses to look at the falling bridge, and both MJ and Ned turn to you with furrowed brows.

“No it’s not. It’s an illusion.” Ned says, and MJ nods along.

“Yeah, I saw the tech.”

You sigh. “Well, the threat is real. The tower is actually breaking, and…” You look over at the dark rolling clouds with violent flashes of lightning spiking out of them. “And I’m pretty sure that’s gonna hurt us too.”

Your eyes dart down from the sky, where you spot a flash of red appear briefly above the creature - the illusion, you remind yourself - and your heart soars. “Peter.” His name falls off your lips in a hopeful whisper, and you glance over at Ned, who looks like he knows what you’re about to do.

“No, Y/N, no, this is a bad idea-” He tries.

“I have to. I have to help him.” You argue as he continues to shake his head.

“You don’t have any powers, Y/N! Come on, this is gonna get you...” MJ’s argument dies off as she watches you take off towards the bridge. “Killed.”

“Come back!” Ned shouts, but you keep sprinting into the destruction.

There’s even more debris than before, and you have to keep darting your eyes around you to avoid the pieces falling and the ones already on the ground. You stop and look back up at the illusion, eyes widening in fear at how real it looks.

Suddenly, there’s a flicker, and then the illusion begins to fade away, revealing the drones beneath, and the sight of Peter crouched on top of one in his Spider-suited-glory makes your heart soar.

And then your heart drops as Peter gets smacked out of the sky and plummets towards the ground, slamming into the hard concrete just in front of you.

“Pete- Spider-Man!” You correct yourself, glancing around to ensure no one could hear his name. His head darts up to look at you, eyes on his mask wide, and you fill with concern as you notice him clutching his side.

“What’re you doing here?” His voice is panicked, and when you finally reach him he stumbles back from you. “No, no, you can’t be here, you gotta go-”

His head darts up suddenly and he launches himself upwards away from you as drones fly towards him. “You’re not safe!” He shouts over the commotion as the drones begin to fire, causing you to duck behind a car as Peter steadily heads towards the opposite bridge, where you can now spot an outline of a man behind the glass. Mysterio.

You glance upwards, looking into the glass panels of the bridge Beck is hiding in. You can see him, and the drones surrounding him, as well as Peter’s figure entering the opposite end of the room. You see Peter stalking towards Beck, and then a whirlwind of action as his red outline darts from drone to drone, steadily moving towards Mysterio.

You see Beck double over and fall down, and you clench your jaw as you notice the drones all stop firing. Peter’s done it, you think.

What you don’t see is Beck smirk grimly as the E.D.I.T.H. glasses finally get a scan of your face, giving him your location, and you don’t hear him order the A.I. to kill you, nor do you see the absolute terror that seizes Peter when he hears the dying man’s command.

What you do see is all the remaining drones in your vicinity suddenly halt midair and whirl around to lock onto you. Your eyes widen as they all begin to fly towards you, and a curse escapes your lips as you turn to sprint the other direction.

Peter hears you curse and turns just in time to watch the car you’d been hiding behind get blown up in a fiery explosion.

“NO!” He screams in horror, panic seizing him as he shoots a web and swings through the broken glass panels, over to where he’d seen you last, which is now all smoking remains. Nothing could have survived that. “No, no, no…” He mutters as he pulls his mask off, vaguely registering Happy’s voice questioning him on the other end of the comms.

His spider-sense alerts him to movement near him, and he whips his head to the side just in time to see your arm shoot out from under a car and drag yourself out. You’re covered in dirt, your face is scraped and bleeding, but you’re so alive he could cry with relief.

Which he almost does.

Your name escapes his lips as you shakily push yourself up into a standing position, and you nod tearily. You surge forward to meet him as he rushes towards you, arms outstretched, and both of you let out sobs of relief as you wrap your arms around each other.

“You’re alive. You’re okay.” Peter says, more of a reassurance to himself than anything else, and you nod against the crook of his neck.

He stands back, suddenly, scanning your face, and the fear and panic of the previous moments overtakes you, and you open your mouth to finally confess what’s been on your mind this entire time.

“I think I’m in love with you.” Peter blurts.

You blink, eyebrows furrowing, and his face falls as he tries to backtrack. “I mean- Um, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-”

You silence him by leaning over and pressing your lips to his.

When you pull back, a goofy grin spreads over his face. “And... you kissed me.” He says, like he can’t believe it.

“Pete, I’ve had a crush on you since like two years ago. But I didn’t think you’d like me back.” You admit shyly, and he entwines his hand with yours.

“Are you kidding me? You’re so smart, and brave, and so beautiful, and-” He rambles, then shakes his head and cuts himself off as a pink tinge rises to his cheeks. “I thought I didn’t have a chance with you.”

You laugh at the absurdity of the mutual pining, placing your other hand on the back of Peter’s neck. “I’m in love with you too.” You say, touching your forehead to his, and you can almost feel the joy that radiates off of him.

“...Cool.” He says after a moment, and a laugh bursts from your lips at his reply before he gently seals his lips to yours once more.

When you finally pull away, you squeeze his hand. “I should get back to the class.” You say, breathless, and he nods dazedly.

“I should…” He gestures back towards the way he came, holding up his Spider-Man mask, and you nod, a smile stretching your cheeks.

You turn to go, nearly letting go of his hand, but he suddenly tugs you back towards him, drawing a startled yelp from you, and plants another kiss on your lips.

You smile against him, your hands coming up to rest on his chest. “Okay, I really have to go now. We have plenty of time for this later.” You giggle, and he nods.

“Okay. Yeah. Good.” Peter stammers, letting go of your hand as you walk a few steps away.

“I love you!” You call back to him, watching with pride as he ducks his head and his ears burn a bright pink.

“I love you too.” He replies, tugging on his mask and shooting a web at the tower, and you release an enamored sigh as you watch him swing off into the distant London skyline.

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bnha-imagines-hcs · 6 years

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uwu i want angst and sorry if this is too triggering but is it okay to do dabi, present mic and shinsou where they get in a super heated fight w their s/o and the boys do a quick movement to run their hands through their hair or like hand gesture and its so fast their s/o thinks they’re going to hit them and they heavily flinch and then the guys find out shes had like an abusive past i love ur writing so much crie

( no, this is okay ❤❤❤ i won’t write a prompt of charas beating their s/o, but this is good. | warning for grade A asshole in dabi’s. | wherein present mic is the only one who knows how to do this lmfao. | shinsou’s a good boy who Tries. )

| dabi; headcanons.

a heated fight with dabi is like tryina cheat death. he’s a stone-cold professional with his mind on the job, but when anger gets involved there’s no more rules. yeah, that’s been a red flag from the get go, but here you both are…

dabi’s cruel when he’s angry. serious about his bonds, but cruel, and it’s never worse than when ppl take to clawing at him in word or deed; fighting with him gets nasty – if it hurts him, you’re fucked.(you piece of shit, like you’ve any more right than whatever rando you’re degrading yourself to be, fuck you fuck you FUCK YOU—) nothing but absolute offensive defence. it’s all predatory while anyone he cares for (or who knows how to get to him) is taking shots at him; fixated on the kill to avoid his own pain. there is no pain, no gentility as a viable option for dealing with this (he doesn’t even know that’s a thing that really works, that he could do), no bond to preserve - nothing but rage to hide within and blind his enemies with.

since it’s his primary mode for survival, it’s not smth he can consciously acknowledge (yet). he can’t - he needs it too much, too often.

it’s not the kind of mood where he likes his s/o, it’s not the kind of mood where he wants to be nice.

you’re scared of him? (fire, fists, words, teeth- there’s so much he can do–) good. you should be.

absolutely undoubtedly, dabi makes it so much fucking worse. had they not been fighting, it would’ve been so different – but there’s no mercy in a fight. an angry dabi is rarely safe.he doesn’t hit them, but he makes a play at it more than once until they’re a crying, triggered mess and that’s when he takes his vindication somewhere private / he’s won. he’ll worry about whether you’re still dating after he’s figured out whether he still wants that.

oh, the insinuations? bitch, no-one here is unhurt. and if you know dabi, you shouldn’t be stupid enough not to feel the threat. if that would scare you, fuck off you brainless–

he hasn’t yet figured out whether you’re still worth giving a shit. shit.

| hizashi; headcanons.

the one motherfucker who handles this well from the get go, and that’s in part because with hizashi you just don’t get into… nasty fights. the rest is that hizashi is Absolutely not inclined toward scaring his loved ones and has no need for defensive rage to that extent.

he’s got standards for himself, y’know? they’re more important than petty shock/hurt - his survival methods are so much more healthy than dabi’s, and that’s thanks to personality and opportunity.

if you’re really fighting, it’ll still be close to reason - hizashi’s emotionally healthy & would be with someone who is, for the most part, also that. as in, if you can’t talk about ur big issues like adults ( + some emotion ofc but honestly expressed, not cruelly ), he’s nooooooot gonna be in a relationship with you. you- that’s. like. communication, bro. you need it.

first off he’ll a) absolutely notice and jump to the right conclusions thanks to experience b) wave it away bc he’s preoccupied and inclined to go ‘well it could be smth ELSE’ if he’s not completely ready to deal with it.the look on your face makes him ready to deal with it in about 3 seconds, and then he gently puts the fight on hold to ask whether he scared you, assure verbally that he wouldn’t, and give you space while asking what u need to feel safe enough to continue being arnd each other - or to not do that if u can’t feel safe.

hizashi is so good at making himself gentle - bc he is. he doesn’t need the walls & fronts to feel safe himself; vulnerability is his strength. he uses it well.

there’s blankets involved and his express refusal to come near unless you ask him to, letting you control his proximity to you and what happens next. if you want, there are so many cuddles. if you want, there is reading apart from each other in blanket nests without focussing on anything so you can try to wind down. tea, maybe some anti-anxiety bg music, a super gentle kid’s show on tv. if you want to leave, you leave. if you want him to leave, he leaves. if you want to work through this but need a friend as a buffer, y’all call them over. hizashi will text aizawa for his own emotional support, cuz finding this out is rather upsetting for him too - fuck, he loves you, of course it is. anything to be receptive, welcoming, and kind to your pain.

the real anger comes when he finds out just who hurt you, and it’ll be reserved for those names.

| shinsou; headcanons.

shinsou gets mad.

it’s instant, thoughtless hurt while they’re already hurting each other and it just makes him defensive / he doesn’t stop to consider a better route. (can’t.) more angry, yells smth pained about them not trusting him (thinks it’s a jab since they know his buttons) – things aren’t registering as they would if he had his wits about him.it’s just hurt. yells, moves toward them too quick & makes it worse (not intentional) but is already backing off again. things sink in now & he’s a mess, so instead of doing anything that he can’t properly think through rn he just leaves. takes himself out of the situation.

he’s not stupid. between his own experiences, hero work, etc – once the fight’s a lil further in the past and his head cooled, he can look at it and see they weren’t trying to hurt him. it wasn’t fake– and that’s so much worse. do they trust him anymore? no idea, so he waits it out / gives them both more time to settle. he’s not ready to be soft yet, but the idea of going in when he’s still on edge just breaks his heart.shit, he didn’t know this.

maybe he’s reading too much into it. yeah, maybe. he’ll ask. hopes that won’t be too invasive, draws on all his lessons to figure out a game plan; be calm, non-threatening, respectful. (he’s gonna phone aizawa, ask for advice.)he especially needs time to prepare for the possibility they won’t want to share with him. will respect it of course, but he’s so fucking worried it’d drive him a lil mental so he needs to prep to not push whatsoever - and it’s easier to focus on his worry than their fight that’s been abandoned like an open wound.

‘easier’. ugh.

he goes back in when his head’s clear / phoned first to ask. he cuts right to the chase, tells them to set the boundaries if they want to meet up - make it so they can feel safe. it’s not that bad anymore, they say – although it really hurt when shinsou just left, made them fear he didn’t want smth so broken.

that hadn’t fucking occurred to him at all.

and that’s such a relief they fucking both cry, ugly sobs into the phone and tentative ‘why were we fighting anyway’ - an equally careful ‘maybe we can write things out that bother us and just focus on finding a way through’.

they meet. their s/o is a lil spooked in that trauma way you just can’t help & shinsou’s hyper caution makes it worse until they each find a balance. somewhere innocuous with ice cream and a view on a park, and they just. adjust to this new part of their dynamic, get used to each other again since they didn’t get to properly end the fight or deal with things. there’s some unrelated talk to ease into things before they open up - just the tip of the iceberg, to test out shinsou’s capacity for it.

he’s got a hard time looking gentle when he’s torn between hurting for them so much (and that’s… more intense than expected) and angry at himself, the situation, the things that hurt his s/o and the things he doesn’t need to punish himself for but does.

after a while they call in the help of experienced adults (read: present mic) to deal with this; still more private than a counsellor, but still… they need the help.

they make it through. soft becomes a new/reinforced staple of their relationship and they learn way better ways to communicate thru issues, avoid actual fights.

learning to channel his anger differently also eases shinsou’s overall life / being soff w/ the bae becomes a new (and first) favourite part of his own personality (whoo boy). if he happens upon the bastards who hurt his s/o and curbstomps them somewhere in a back alley, well. that’s more aizawa’s influence.

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jjmaebank · 6 years

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Justin Foley - Promise Ring

Request: ik you probably have a lot of requests rn so if you don’t get to this one i totally get it. could you possibly do a fluffy justin writing?? i feel like a lot of people write a lot of angst about him and i was wondering if you could do something a little happier?? thanks a bunch 😘😘 [requested by @escapeintape ]

A/N: i think this counts as fluffy? but i LOVED writing this so much and fluffy justin is just so important I had to write it ASAP !!

Words: 1.7k

[GIF NOT MINE... but imagine Clay helping Justin get ready for your date]

Justin had told you earlier today at school that he planned on taking you out on a special date for your three month anniversary. You couldn’t believe it had been that long since you guys started dating and he’s been so much happier ever since the Jensens adopted him.

Justin wasn’t much of a romantic person, he found it hard making large displays of affection so most of your dates consisted of you hanging out and watching movies, stuffing your faces with food. Obviously, you very much loved doing that with Justin, you simply loved spending time with him no matter what you did, but you were incredibly excited to be doing something different. You couldn’t wait for him to take you out on a proper date where you could dress up nicely and where he would show up with flowers, well maybe the flowers was pushing it a little.

You texted Justin asking what you should wear, not knowing what he had in mind for tonight.

Justin: surprise me ;)

You sighed at how unhelpful he was. You decided on a floral dress with a light jacket seeing as the weather was nice out. You put on some light make up but not too much as Justin always made you feel like you didn’t need any at all. You looked at your reflection, satisfied with your finished appearance and the doorbell rang just as you went to grab your bag.

You hurried downstairs, eager to greet Justin. You slid on your shoes quickly and opened the door to your boyfriend who was dressed up in some smart trousers, a shirt and to top it off, one of Clay’s cardigans. His hair was done nicely although you loved it equally when he let it look scruffy. He looked like a proper gentleman and you adored it.

“You look amazing,” Justin said in awe as he admired you, he never failed to make you feel beautiful.

“You clean up nicely, babe, I haven’t seen you look this smart since the Winter Formal,” you smiled.

Justin, who previously had his arms behind his back, pulled out a bundle of roses that he’d been hiding.

“I thought you might like these...I know how you like romantic shit,” he smiled, his signature goofy smile playing on his lips.

“Oh my god, Justin!” You exclaimed, immediately embracing him in a large hug causing him to chuckle.

“I hope it isn’t too cliche,” he whispered into you ear.

“No, I love them, you’re amazing Justin, I hope you know that,” you said as you took the flowers and kissed him on the cheek.

“Anyways, where are we off to?” You asked.

“That’s a secret, (Y/N), you’ll find out soon enough,” he smiled, holding out his hand for you to take, which you happily did.

Justin led you to Clay’s car which he was borrowing for the night and opened the passengers side for you like a true gentleman. Once he’d hopped into the driver’s seat he pulled out a blindfold from his back pocket and handed it to you.

“You’re joking right?” You laughed, looking at the blindfold in his hand.

“No, I’m deadly serious, I want this to be a complete surprise, (Y/N),” he said, his puppy dog eyes making the decision for you.

“You really went full out,” you smiled, taking the blindfold and covering your eyes with it so you were now in the complete dark.

You spent the car ride asking Justin continuous questions of what his plans were for tonight, where he was taking you and more but he refused to tell you anything. You’d never seen him put this much effort into a date before and it truly made your heart melt. You finally felt the car come to a halt and you heard Justin exit the car and then open the door to your side. He helped you out of the car gently and led you towards whatever he had planned for the two of you.

You felt tiny rocks and pebbles under your feet, causing you to stumble a little but Justin secured you by the waist. Eventually you reached a grassy area and Justin removed the blindfold from your eyes and you gasped as you saw what he’d prepared.

You were on top of a hill overlooking the whole of the town that was lit up in the evening. The view was absolutely beautiful and you stared at what Justin had set up in awe. A picnic blanket has been laid down in the midst of the lit candles that were scattered among the grass and he had prepared dinner for you.

“You did all of this? For me?” You gasped, looking over at Justin who looked nervous to see your reaction.

He nodded sweetly and led you towards the blanket and you saw a bottle of expensive looking champagne and two flutes were set up neatly next to it. It was perfect.

“Oh yeah, I stole that from the Jensens, I’m going to have to buy them another one,” Justin laughed as he saw you eye the expensive alcohol.

“You better be careful you don’t want to piss off your new parents so soon,” you joked.

Justin chuckled and then mumbled, “I hope this is all okay though.”

“Oh my god, Justin, this is more than okay, it’s amazing,” you smiled, falling deeper in love with the boy as he grinned proudly.

Justin had clearly learned how to cook from Mr Jensen and you spent the evening talking, laughing and eating. You both finished your food and you looked up at him, admiring his features for a moment and the way the light from the moon made him look even more handsome. His light blue eyes made contact with your own and his pale cheeks turned red as you stared at him with such intensity.

He leaned in slowly and his lips gently touched yours. You intensified the kiss immediately, parting your lips open with his and tugging the hair at the nape of his neck. You began to lay down on the blanket and Justin hovered over you, never breaking the kiss.

You lost one another as you moved your mouths against each other, your lips moving in sync as if they were made for each other. Your kiss spoke thousands of words to each other, words without saying anything, words that neither of you could explain aloud but would only be able to feel.

You didn’t stop until your lips burned and you were out of breath. His chest rose and fell at a rapid pace, your breaths also erratic. His eyelids fluttering closed as he rolled his body off of yours and lied next to you.

“I actually brought you here to tell you something, (Y/N), well...really to give you something,” he began, breaking the comfortable silence, sitting upright and motioning for you to follow suit. Confusion fogged your brain as he pulled something out from under the blanket.

“I know we’re still young, and that’s one of the reasons I’m giving you this, but also because I love you (Y/N), and I want to keep loving you forever, I want you to continue being mine and I, yours,” he said quietly, revealing what was in his hands. It was a small, velvet black box. Your eyes widened and your heart rate quickened.

“I-it’s a promise ring (Y/N),” Justin stuttered, excitement yet nervousness showing in his eyes as he opened the box and took your hand gently, sliding the stunning, diamond ring onto your finger. You began to tear up at his actions. You’d never had a boy go through such lengths for you.

“Don’t cry, shh, baby don’t cry, listen,” he whispered, looking deeply into your eyes, caressing your face with his hand.

“I know we’re still teenagers, but I need you to understand and trust that I’m here to stay. My feelings for you, (Y/N), they are too much to ever be put into words. It’s just, so weird you know...I still remember the very moment I fell in love with you. It was when I finally realised that I could be happy, after everything with my mom, and her boyfriend and not having anywhere to stay...you were always there for me and you made me smile, you made me smile so fucking much and it made me think that maybe I’m actually worth something to someone. I love you so fucking much (Y/N), so I’m promising you forever,” Justin said, never breaking eye contact with you as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

You couldn’t fathom how one person could love you so much and how you could love him back with equal passion. Justin had swept you off your feet, stolen your heart but promised to keep it safe, but he’d also laid his heart out for you, with such endearing words. The tears streamed down your face, his speech rendering you more emotional than before and you flung your arms around his neck and his snaked around your waist, rocking the two of you gently side to side as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

You admired the beautiful ring upon your finger that signified the beauty of your love with Justin. You pulled back and placed your hands on either side of his face, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb.

“I promise you forever,” you whispered, his face lighting up at your response as the two of you stayed there, absolutely smitten for the other, in a state of elation and happiness at how lucky you were to have found one another.

#justin foley #justin foley imagine #justin foley x reader #brandon flynn #13 reasons why #13rw #13 reasons imagine #13rw imagine #13rw spoilers #13rw season 2 #13rw s2 #13rw one shot #oneshot #justin foley oneshot #fic #fanfic #imagine #justinfoleyimagine

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captain039 · 6 years

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CASTIEL

My life rn is Cas, Cas and some more Cas I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS ENJOY MY CASOBESSEION

I’m sorry

Cas x reader obviously

Summary: bunch of imagines

Warnings:

Being a hunter and Cas’s wife

Cas was human now and came back to you his wife and his and your little girl Delilah he loved you both more than anything in the world. Tonight, though something went wrong something broke the traps in your house and a demon was inside Cas instantly grabbed your daughter as you grabbed a knife.

“Mummy’s going to go deal with something so daddy’s going to take care of you” Cas whispered holding his daughter close to his chest as you killed the demon Delilah began to cry she was often scared with out you.

“It’s ok mummy’s here baby” You said scared you couldn’t find the broken trap Cas hugged you tightly as you kissed your daughter’s cheek you were safe now he was home, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

Really short sorry XD

Why can I see your wings?

Ever since you met Castiel you could see his wings big, black and soft looking you didn’t know what to think of it. You asked Sam and Dean if they saw anything like it, but they couldn’t you wondered why only you could see them.

It was another hunt with the boys ever since your father died your mother sent you with the Winchesters after she couldn’t handle anything she soon died after that getting herself killed in a hunt so now here you are with the Winchesters. It was a vampire’s nest and Cas joined along you watched his wings as they twitched slightly every now and then they fascinated you.

“Y/N?” Dean asked you blinked nodding at him he frowned you always acted strange around the angel.

“We’ll go around the back you two go in front” Sam said you nodded Sam and Dean heading behind the building you and Cas headed to the front area. You noticed Cas’s wings stretch one going behind you curling slightly to go around your left side. You frowned he was standing beside you one his face stern.

“I’ll go in first” You said he nodded not really liking the idea but agreed you opened the door the vampires gathered around a fire a human chained up. You snuck around them and began to kill them one by one their heads came off with Dean and Sam joining. You went to the chained-up person and cut the chains but turns out she was a vampire too you felt something pull you back as Cas pulled you to his chest his wings around you protectively as he cut the things head off. He breathed heavily looking around for anymore he must have realised he had you still in his embrace as he let go embarrassed Sam and Dean looking at him totally confused.

“Let’s go” Cas said walking out you were still blushing at the sudden contact. Cas didn’t speak a word a you went back to the hotel you were all staying at you went to your room saying goodnight to the boys Cas watching you leave. You had a shower and got ready for bed laying awake sleep not wanting to take over.

“Cas” You said quietly, and he appeared his face full of concern.

“What’s wrong?” He asked walking over to you. You sat up hugging your knees.

“I-uh why can I see your wings?” You asked he froze but cleared his throat sitting down.

“Well some humans that are special can see an angels wings” Castiel said you raised an eyebrow you couldn’t see any others just his.

“I can’t see anyone else’s just your Cas” You said to him he sighed looking at the ground.

“Y/N you are my soulmate” He explained you were the one to be frozen with shock now. His soulmate? like an actual soulmate?

“But why? How?” You questioned confused.

“You just are Y/N angels have soulmates also and you are mine” He said a small smile on his face.

“And I would pick anyone else” He whispered you blushed but smiled.

“You’re beautiful when you smile” He said making your face redder. He sat besides you on the bed as you looked at the cover embarrassed. His fingers went under your chin gently tilting your head up. You looked into his sapphire eyes as he investigated yours leaning in placing a gentle kiss on your lips. You felt small shocks go through your body his lips soft and warm. He leant his forehead against yours as he pulled apart his wings fluttered slightly making you let out a small giggle.

“What?” He questions smiling also.

“Your wings” You said watching them.

“Do you want to touch them?” he asked you nodded blushing still he brought his wing over and you pet the soft feathers.

“They’re so soft” You said he chuckled at how amazed you were.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” You asked quietly.

“Of course, love” He said making you smile giving him one last kiss.

Don’t do that again damn it

Cas being human now it was more dangerous for him and he had gotten hurt in a hunt you said to the boys not to take him, but they insisted making you mad. Now Cas was bleeding with a deep cut on his arm you sat him down your mind racing you should have been there protected the man you loved you will never admit your feelings but that didn’t matter. You grabbed the first aid kit as fast as you could and lifted his sleeve up you poured alcohol on it making him hiss. You said a small sorry and grabbed the needle to stitch him up. You did it slowly as his face contorted in pain.

“I’m sorry” You mumbled finishing. He had another cut on his face making you grab another cotton bud pouring more alcohol on it. You dabbed it slightly cleaning up the blood, his eyes watched you carefully your face full of worry and anger. You caught his gaze stopping your actions you had watery eyes you cared so much for him and you knew you couldn’t. You quickly turned around trying to hold back your emotions.

“Y/N?” He asked getting up.

“You should’ve stayed” You said turning to him a tear rolling down your face.

“Why are you crying?” He asked wiping it away.

“Because I love you Cas” You cried at him crossing your arms over your chest.

“You love me?” He asked you nodded but already regretting your decision. He grabbed you tightly embracing you, you melted into his embrace wrapping your arms around his torso holding onto him for dear life.

“I love you also” He whispered you smiled against his chest.

“Don’t do that again” You said into his chest.

“I’ll try not to” He said kissing your head he felt bad for making you worry so much he was going to be more careful from now on.

Tea? Really?

You were in bed sick with the flu it sucked your body feeling like it was just going to give up, but you tried to soldier on doing things around the bunker. Cas came down scaring you as you were cleaning the dishes.

“What are you doing out of bed?” He asked.

“Stuff” You said your voice dry. He clicked his fingers and the dishes were done.

“Bed” He said you sighed nodding you couldn’t be bothered arguing with the angel. You both cared about each other different then he would with other people, but you didn’t know what you both had but you didn’t mind him being here was enough. He followed you making sure you were in bed, he leant against the door crossing his arms.

“What” You mumbled.

“Your pushing yourself Y/N” He said with a sigh sitting on a chair in your room. You scoffed.

“Cas I’ve been through worse” You said he glared slightly at you.

“You need to rest do you want something to eat?” he asked your stomach grumbled in response.

“Please” You whispered he nodded his face softening. He came back with a tray of soup and tea.

“Tea?” You asked.

“Yes, its herbal and good for your flu” He said placing the tray on your lap. He sat on the other side of the bed as you sipped the soup. It was delicious as a small smile crept on your face.

“This is good Cas” You said he smiled slightly proud making you chuckle. After you finished you yawned.

“Anything else Y/N?” He asked you shook your head slinking down the bed leaning on his lap closing your eyes.

“Stay please” You whispered he nodded placing his hand in your head playing with your hair. You slowly drifted to sleep the angel by your side.

I’ll be fine Cas

Ever since you found out Cas was your soulmate he’s been even more protective of you, you were the youngest Winchester. Him and your brothers were going on a large case saying you needed to stay making you cross your arms at them. They didn’t say anything not going to argue even though you wanted to. Cas gave your forehead a kiss looking you in the eyes worried.

“Please be safe” He said you smiled nodding.

“Ill be fine Cas” You said putting your hand on his cheek he sighed closing his eyes leaning into your touch he was like a puppy.

“Get a room” Sam chuckled Cas glared but gave you one last kiss before he left with he boys. He called you ever night for two weeks asking how you were and if you were ok it warmed your heart to have someone care so much. When he came back he didn’t stop hugging he watched a movie with you giving you sweet kisses every now and then. At night he cuddled with you being the big spoon holding you tightly in his arms he knew you were going to be ok, but he liked you in his arms.

#castiel x reader #fluff #floof #castiel #angel #soulmate #oneshots #wings #ilovecas

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ghostycas · 6 years

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fuckit im doing my own stadamdrew headcanons

she long n nsfw so she going under the cut

ok so,

warnings b4 i go -bottom/sub adum top/andwew n stewen being heckin supportive

- adam and andrew fuck first. (lesbihonest…. theyve fucked.) - Adam’s never been w a guy before and he nearly had a panic attack as andrew kisses down his chest so they gotta put on the brakes - (andrews already laying between his legs and his breath is ghosting over adams groin when he mutters “wanna slow down?” but o jesus no adam does not he just can’t really breathe when drew looks at him like that) - adams eyes r bigger than ever and srsly they’re gonna fall out if he doesn’t relax so andrew grabs his hand and puts it on his head - he pushes at adams fingers until he grips into drew’s hair and drew looks up and says “you’re in control” - andrew goes down on him and adams tight grip on his locks turns soft and petting within seconds - he pants so prettily and guilds andrews head just how he likes it and andrew sticks his tongue out so nicely as adam cries and cums onto it and cries some more - when they’re back at the same eye level he offers but drew shakes him off since he can barely move. instead adam sinks his hands into drew’s hair again and apologizes a hundred times over for dumb things until drew smacks him away and turns him over and forces him to spoon w him

- andrew n steven r next. ovi. - they’re in a hotel room, buzzed and full of whatever they’ve been binging on lately, and it’s just a mess - they’re giggling like kids cuz they’re trying to mess around but andrews still got one shoe on and it’s really funny for some reason - steven nearly falls over trying to get outta his tight pants and andrew has to grab at him and they’re both laughing messes - once they’re finally laying down half naked andrew has to pine stevens face between his hands to get him to stop laughing and focus on kissing him and steven just melts into goo between his hands, reaching up to grip them and hold them and tangle they’re fingers together - they don’t wanna go all the way just yet but andrew keeps sticking fingers in stevens mouth n it’s really hot and steven has to say “u betta stop unless u gonna put those somewhere” - …. he puts them somewhere - stevens hand is pressing their cocks together and andrews hands are fumbling downstairs and steven can’t even think let alone see straight - andrew comes first bc steven writhing and twisting on his fingers is really hot and he looks down to see they’re cocks in his little hand and he just tucks his face into his shoulder and looses it - it wouldn’t take much more but a lil bit of sweet talk speeds it up hella - “do you need more? you want another? c’mon sweetheart c’mon honey cum for me steven c’mon baby” - yup! that’ll do it!

- then they’re in a hotel room. vegas maybe?? it’s just the three of them so they just got one double queen room for the night (since they’re blowing hundreds of dollars on food) - steven and adam are pretty much drunk, stevens dumbly hanging off his shoulder as they walk from the elevator to their room - andrew isn’t like drunk but he’s feeling good™️ yah know - adam and steven collapse on the one bed and stevens obviously cuddling all up in his aaarea. - andrew is giggly and is like /hey,, lemme get in on that,,,/ - and steven literally screams as he pulls andrew on top of them and now they’re just wrestling - they land w andrew tucked sideways into adams chest & under adams arm and steven on top of both of them w his arms wide over them mumbling about his boys, his pals, his boys - adam and andrew make awkward eye conact but adam just smiles and presses his nose into his hair - stevens face is already against adams collarbone and he’s like …. “would it be weird if i gave u a hickey rn” - andrews like… yes (cuz he doesn’t know… yah know… he’s trying to be protecting both his boys) but adam just laughs and is like “go for it man” - andrew like looses his shit like, legs flailing laughing - but he calms rIGHT the FUCK down when steven actually does it………. - steven laughs and is like “is weird w the beard…” but he must find a spot he likes cuz he’s like, kissing up adams neck like right in front of andrew - and adam is still giggly but he’s got a soft hand petting over stevens hair as he marks him up and yah uh andrew’s kiiiinda hard

- it takes them a second to realize what’s going on (“having fun there steven??”) but uhhhhh - so andrew kisses adam and then playfully licks at steven and they kinda know what’s going on - (lucky adams a little drunk (still able to fully consent ok this is allll fine) because if he was fully sober and had t w o boys on him he would probably be crying) - and steven playfully kisses andrew and they’re both kinda laying on adam and andrew (stupidly) goes “yah uhh i’ve had sex w both of u xD xD!!!” - and steven and adam make weird eye contact and then steven just like, hits andrew in the shoulder and goes “why did u get to have sex w adam first??!!” - “dude he came onto me!!!” - “totally not fair” - “you can have ur turn!!!” - and then shit goes kinda quiet, aaaaaand steven starts pushing at adams shirt until it comes off somehow and now adam and steven are rolling around licking and nipping at each others chests and honestly the zipper in these jeans AINT gonna make it if andrew don’t do something - adams laughing and holding stevens head at a safe distance to keep him from attacking his chest and muttering something about how he’s sooo cute and whatever - andrew interrupts by trying to kiss adam, and when he gets a good angle adam like melts back into the bed with steven falling between them so andrew, a problem solver, crawls on top of adam to kiss him until he’s jelly - “r we…. r we doing this?” says steven from his spot on the bed - andrew breaks apart to giggle. “i’m in.” - adam is literally starry eyed. like he’s got one arm hooked under steven holding him close and one hand on andrews thigh - steven is staring at him and oh jeez don’t embarrass ur self bianchi - *shifty eyes…* “…can i bottom?” - ok and andrew literally goes into cardiac arrest like (the hc can end here if you’d like. adam just just killed andrew gn!) - steven smiles like the damn sun and is like “yes bitch ask for what u want!! respect!!” (but no really he just like makes out w him for a second while andrew is literally still dying in the background) - drew’s got a hand around his zipper signifying that he plans to top adam (hooolllyyy sh#t) - “steven?” asks cuz he doesn’t really know how to do this w three people - steven sees that he’s literally one second away from already fuckimg adam and he’s like “yes. do it.” - and now they’re naked - and someone for some reason brought supplies and steven is kissing adam and adams jerking him off and andrew is stretching adam and it sounds like a mess looks like a mess but feels fucking incredible because there’s like… trust and love and gentle gentle hands and everyone is feeling good - steven gets close to adams head (adams on his back, andrew on his knees between his legs) petting thru his hair and holding andrews hand and lives vicariously thru BOTH of them as andrew sliiides home - adam maybe cries - (its bc steven is kissing him and andrew is holding him and they’re smiling at eachother and /his boys his boys his boys/) - andrew pets back his hair and shushes him and presses his mouth to his forehead and his mouth and his throat and adam tries to keep breathing - steven is … the worst bc he’s so into this (it’s like… porn right in front of u… and it’s real and emotional and he can touch them oh my god) and he’s like “c’mon drew, give it to him, c’mon he needs it” - adam can’t even understand what he’s saying but he agrees! - “c’mon drew, give our boy what he wants cmon” and jfc andrew is gonna blow if he doesn’t shut him up so he grabs him and kisses him good and holds him and feels him up cuz he can!!! - he wraps a hand around stevens cock and lays him down beside adam. he thrusts into adam as he jerks up and pulls out as he jerks down and adam is right in his ear panting and crying “ohhhmhgoddstehhhsteven o oh m my g g ooooahh” w every thrust and ok! that’s it for mr lim cheque please! - he’s hold onto andrews arm as he cums and crying into adams neck and holy shit - andrew gives him a sweet kiss before turning back to adam and adam can feel his intentions in the swell of his cock and ok! he’s ready - “c’mon drew. fuck me.” … n u don’t gotta tell him twice ok - the next like two minutes is adam holding andrew around the shoulders and grabbing his back and completely blissed out. andrew n steven are saying something and he thinks he’s saying something ? but he really can’t hear over the blood in his ears - steven catching his breath, but he’s reached down and is gently jerking adam off since he prob can’t cum from cock alone (he prob can) and really just wants his hands on them - andrews whispering “i’m gunna cum oh my god” - “hows it feel” steven asks breathily - “oh my god. steven. steven.” - “it’s ok baby we got u” - and now andrew is sputtering their names and adam is actually just muttering a string of “yes” and “more” but he’s on totally on a different planet - “i’m gonna come” andrew’s muttering “ohh my god” - “oh my god!” adam yells, turning his face into stevens neck “i’m gonna come i’m gonna” suddenly out of his sub drop - steven doesn’t even know what to say as andrew pulls out and comes on adams hip and adams hand replaces stevens and he comes on his stomach - adams eyes r clear now and he’s like woooooowie cloud 9 but could probably use an inhaler - andrew thinks he could faint right here but instead he pushes his face to where theirs r close and just whispers “jesus christ i love you two” and - well that’s the end of that - (jk they clean up and snuggle and it’s sweet but they’re covered in marks and they’ve gotta film tomorrrow and NO ONE BROUGHT A TURTLE NECK)

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