#drew this to cheer myself up before bed!

[kandavers]

and I hope you don’t plan on Wasting them on Trivial things…

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[haikyu-mp4]

Break up with your bf

word count; 738 – f!reader

After high school, Osamu didn’t usually join Atsumu when he was going out despite the occasional invitation he received. However, every now and then he gave in and joined Atsumu with some of his friends, like this instance.

While he liked most of the people Atsumu played with, some of those he hung out with didn’t quite charm Osamu.

You’re not sure how your lowlife of a boyfriend became friends with a couple of professional volleyball players, but here you are. Your boyfriend brought you along to the bar again just to have you as his arm candy, but everyone could see how his eyes travelled to other women while he totally ignored you. You were getting bored, already feeling your interest in dating this guy reduced. He used to be quite sweet, but now you could see he was looking for someone better.

The lights were a little too wild and the music a bit too loud for you to just ignore his behaviour and do something else. You didn’t want to stoop to his level but you were really wasting a night, so for now you went to the bathroom. Your reflection stared back at you and looked straight-up bored. That’s quite enough, your boyfriend could find someone else to bring home tonight. Opening the bathroom door again with a new fire, you briskly walk out of the bathroom and almost reach the main room when you bump into someone.

Osamu let out a small ‘ouf’-sound and then chuckled, loosely grabbing your waist so you wouldn’t trip. You rested a hand on his chest and held your breath. “That’s some power, who are we beating up?” he joked. Your shoulders relaxed and you chuckled along with him, shaking your head before looking at him.

“Don’t worry about it, pretty boy,” you answered, returning some of the energy you felt from him.

“Really? I was hoping you’d say your boyfriend over there. Think me and my brother could take him.” he said, glancing over his shoulder in the direction of your group and dropping his hands from your waist.

When did he notice? You think back to the things your boyfriend did tonight right in front of the others. His hand on that one girl’s ass. The other girl he complimented while leaning over to the twins, one of whom had looked over at you while looking like a question mark. Your mind was telling you it was the one you were talking to now. You sighed in disbelief and considered whether or not you should answer. The music played over your heads and every other minute, someone would bump into either of you. The twins had introduced themselves at the pregame, talking to you for as long as their attention span could manage when the rest of the guys were trying to get them to drink. “Osamu, right?” he nodded, about to say something when you pretended to stretch your arms. “I’ll get him myself, but you’re welcome to join me when I leave,” you said.

“I’ll get our jackets,” he announced and you happily handed him your jacket number. With a new fire under your ass, you barged over to your group’s table, tapped your boyfriend on the shoulder and waited for him to turn around. Lucky for him, you weren’t actually going to beat him up, you were just tempted to.

Instead, you simply said “I’m breaking up with you,” before turning around and walking away. The bastard didn’t even attempt to stop you and Atsumu was cheering when you walked off.

Osamu waited by the entrance, a smirk growing on his face when he heard his brother’s cheers. “I take it that went well?” he asked and handed over your jacket.

“I want food.”

That’s how Osamu fell in love. And also how the two of you ended up at McDonalds. You stayed there for over an hour just talking and munching on your food, ex-boyfriend long since forgotten.

And maybe, though not if anybody asked, Osamu ended up in your bed the next morning. He’s holding his phone to his ear, listening as Atsumu told him about how the girl they talked to at the pregame had broken up with that idiot of a boyfriend she had, all while Osamu drew patterns on your bare back as you rested on his chest.

He’s glad he joined Atsumu for drinks, just this once.

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[blanketbvby]

A Demon's Guide to Anthropology 2

Part 2: sunlight

Word count: 655

Tags: use of 'MC' and they/them pronouns, brief description of a pill bottle and vitamins, rushed and short, fluff

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MC going back to the human world periodically over weekends and denying staying in the Devildom over breaks despite claiming they wanted to confused Mammon.

It had been explained to him a thousand times, and yet he'd seem to forget just as soon as it was said. He simply didn't understand.

One one particular return to the human world, Mammon went straight to the source of all his confusion, sat down on the bed, propped his elbows on his knees, and stared with a seriousness one would only see in his gaze at a casino.

The human who brought such emotion from him murmured to themself as they packed a small bag about needing to keep a bag ready to stunt this constant packing and unpacking only a few things, and Mammon stayed silent in thought.

When MC stood, bag slung over a shoulder, Mammon pounced like a cat.

"So.." He drew it out nice and slow, swing casual despite his body language showing he clearly wasn't being such a thing.

"Why do ya need to go back so much?"

MC blinked and raised a brow, turning to look at the greedy demon. A flash of amusement formed in their eyes, a companion to their confusion.

"Didn't Lucifer explain this to you, like, a billion times?"

Mammon scoffed and grumbled, mumbling under his breath about the question and the realities of it before giving his response.

"It's not my fault! I-I'm just curious, but it's not like I care or somethin'! You're just a human why can't I ask? You're in my care, so just cough it up you-!"

He cut himself off when he heard laughing coming from above, glancing up and watching the object of his torment wheeze and laugh, covering their mouth to poorly hide the humor they felt.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just.. I need to go back, it's not that I want to. Humans can't survive without sunlight," they explained.

This only brought more questions than answers, along with a sense of growing urgent dread.

"You what?"

"Yeah, humans need sunlight to survive. Why do you think I take these?" MC held up a small bottle labeled with their name on top. Inside of it was a few clear capsules. Vitamins, Mammon is quick to put a name to them.

"W-Well, I just thought- I just-" He huffed and crossed his arms, pouting like a spoiled child denied their wants.

"Without sunlight humans die, so I take these to sustain myself each day here, and go back to the human world with Solomon whenever we can."

It all made sense partially, but Mammon knows truthfully it wouldn't make a whole lot of sense even with a dumbed down human anatomy lesson. This once, he conceded and allowed himself to not fully understand, despite his sin making him internally scream for answers on his human's health.

"But," MC began again, causing the sulking demon to perk up and look at them from where he sat on the bed and where they stood. "If you're good next week, I'll ask Lucifer and Lord Diavolo if you can come next time? Just don't tell anyone, I don't want the others knowing I'm only taking you."

MC knew just the right answer to cheer the avatar of, and immediately to hide his rebounded embarrassment, Mammon turned his head to the side and scoffed, arms crossed.

"You think I can't last a week? I'll show ya that I can last a month!"

The humans merely shook their head and sighed, readjusting the hold on their bag, and giving a small smile.

"Sure thing, Mammon. And pigs can fly."

The demon gave a squawk once he realized what that meant, the human beginning to leave as they laughed.

"HEY!"

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[outerbankspov]

- thank you love for your passionates ❤️ @giannadrichardson-blog

You and Drew have been dating since outer banks season one and you adore one another more than anything. The way you both met was a story you both say “We will tell our kids about this one day”… you needed a job asap in order to get recognized by the public for your future singing career so you signed up to play the love interest of a character name “Rafe Cameron’ WHO happens to be played by Drew Starkey. You for sure saw his face around in your favorite movie “Love Simon” and since then you’ve been together and laughed about him in that film.

- Present day.

“Drew!!” You squeal as you run into your shared bedroom before you jump up and down in excitement. “What’s up, baby?” He smiles while asking you. “My agent just called… and they gave me a green light to tour my album!!’ He jumps off the bed to catch you in his arms. “BABY?? WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS GOOD!” he kisses your lips as you smile up at him nervously. “What’s that Face about?” He asked as he Brough you down with him on the bed. “Thing is it starts in 3 weeks..” You closed your eyes shut. “Well, that’s good news. What with the face?” He asks again, You bit your lip and shook your head “Can you come with?” Knowing this the worse idea to ask is because you know Drew has to stay just in case he gets a call back from his agent about the new movie he was offered that will be filming in ITALY. “Baby.. you know I would to go with you but I can’t” You nod and looks down, pushing your hair behind both ears and smiling weekly as you plaid with your nails. GOD you know you can’t do this without him, you would be a wreck you know that for sure. “What’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” “I just really wish you could come, what if I fuck up?? I will never forgive myself” A tear slipped passed your eyes and Drew brushed it away.

“My love you are gonna be so good I promise you” you sniffle and nod. “You’re just saying that because your my boyfriend-” , “No I’m saying that because I believe you can. Baby of course you can” he kisses your forehead and you finally accept it.

-

Tour has been a real fun… scary experience. Going out on stage and seeing a huge crowd every two days and seeing them actually enjoy your music made you feel like you’re doing something right. But apart of you still wishes Drew was there, you go to sleep every night after a FaceTime with him and talk about your day and how nervous you were. This time when calling Drew, he didn’t answer. You started to get worried but soon after got a text saying “a bit busy. Talk later” confused you just decided to go to sleep.

“Y/N YOU ARE ON IN- 3,2,1 GO” your manager tells you. You put the biggest smile on your face and runs out on stage greeting everyone. “Hello NEW YORK CITY!! As you might know I’m dedicating this night to my love Drew Starkey, we actually met on this day 4 years ago… kinda insane! All I’m asking for you all is to enjoy this night like I’m gonna be and yell loud !!” The group cheered and smiled. You started singing and you Just felt so free until a gut feeling and the feeling in the air made you want to shut down. God you hate this, it’s a big night and your stupid mind wants to shut down now ???. You finish the song and runs off of stage.

“Y/n? What’s up?” Your manager ask calmly.

“Stacy. I can’t do this- it’s like my hearts being pul-“ you was interrupted by a call she picked up. She nodded and said okay to the person and hung up. “Wiped those tears baby! Go back on stage !! You got this” she encouraged, and like the person you was you walked out again and started singing. At this part of the song no one sings because they know it’s a slow part that you enjoy so much. Nope not today- you start to sing and it seems like you got 6 sense because all of a sudden you felt better, it’s like their was this light telling you to continue. Once you was done you made your way back stage ready to run to your manager put stop in your tracks, turning around you see him, them.

“DREW??” You squeal as you jump into his arms. “You’re here? You’re really here!” You kisses his lips and he chuckles. “ m’course I’m here. Wouldn’t want to miss this day ever. Or any other” he looks at you with a knowing look at you jump in excitement. “You’re staying ?” He nods and you kiss him again. So beyond excited and your heart felt completed. “How about we get something to eat baby?” You smile up at him and nod. “I will like that”. You couldn’t believe it, you look at your other friend and runs into their arms. “You guys are amazing”. The day was spent like any other, Drew by your side constantly kissing you and your best of friends next to you.

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[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Cruel Summer Ch. 2

Cruel Summer Series (Coming Soon) | Chapter 1 | Donations | Thoughts & Feelings

You looked down at your lap, “yeah…that's why I’m waiting on a text, I told him last night that I wanted to be more than friends with benefits…I’m falling in love with him! You should see the things he does! And the things he says to me!” you got up and walked over to your bag, “anytime we have dinner together, he always makes me a paper ring, every time.” you pulled out the small clear container full of cute colorful paper rings made from different menus. “Okay, that's some wedding reception bridal party speech shit,” she raised an eyebrow. “That is seriously so cute.” you smiled pulling out a little notebook, “he even drew this cute little archway, from the spot where we first kissed one night in New York...on Cornelia Street.” you bit your lip grinning down at the drawing he’d made for you.

“Ready?” Your assistant brought you back from your mind. “I…” you let out a huff of air before the door opened and you ran out on stage grinning and waving at the crowd again. Megan, your assistant, who’d been with you since the beginning of your acting career, watched on the monitor in the back.

You grinned watching the crowd go wild as you laughed softly. “Wow…you know you guys are just amazing. Truly. I had no idea you’d be so much fun!” you laughed again as they cheered. “I wanted to take a moment before I started my surprise songs for the evening.” you laughed as they cheered louder. “You guys mean so much to me...my music, you know, is how I communicate a lot of what I'm feeling, what I'm going through, and expressing everything I can’t bring myself to say.” You smiled looking up at the nosebleed sections as they clapped and whistled.

You bit your lip a little as you laughed softly, “So…tonight's special because….” you couldn’t even get the words out as the crowd roared in excitement. “I think it’s just better if I show you! So, if you could turn your attention to the screen behind me,” you said, turning toward the screen, as the new album cover rolled out of the screen, you grinned, tears brimming your eyes as the crowd screamed out in excitement. Looking at everyone and walking away from the microphone to just take in the moment as everyone snapped photos, recorded you.

You looked out over the crowd, locking eyes with Chris again; his girlfriend was jumping up and down beside him, screaming excitedly, but he stared at you, smiling softly like he was proud of you. You looked away before walking back over to the microphone. “I had planned to sing you guys a very nice surprise song…but I’ve changed my mind….I’m going to debut a song off my new album!” you grinned and started to strum the guitar in your hands.

“Make sure nobody sees you leave

Hood over your head, keep your eyes down

Tell your friends you're out for a run

You'll be flushed when you return

Take the road less traveled by

Tell yourself you can always stop

What started in beautiful rooms

Ends with meetings in parking lots

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings and longing stares

It's born from just one single glance

But it dies, and it dies, and it dies

A million little times”

You laid beside him in bed, laughing as he told joke after joke, enjoying each and every moment with him. “I have a present for you,” you told him as you kissed his shoulder, before sitting up and wrapping the sheet around you as you moved over to your bag and pulled out a small box. You gave it to him and watched as he opened it. “Y/N….you didn’t,” he chuckled, pulling out the small burgundy bottle. “I can’t believe it. Is it the same one we saw in that shop?” he grinned as you nodded and curled up beside him again. “I knew how much you loved it, so I went back the next day and bought it.” you said softly as he leaned down kissing you deeply.

“I can’t believe it, this was the same cologne my grandfather always wore. I can never ever find it." He smiled and kissed you again. “That's because it’s discontinued. But you have this bottle, you can always keep it on your bathroom shelf,” you whispered as he smiled down at you. “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten baby, thank you” he kissed you passionately pulling you into his embrace.

“Leave the perfume on the shelf

That you picked out just for him

So you leave no trace behind

Like you don't even exist

Take the words for what they are

A dwindling, mercurial high

A drug that only worked

The first few hundred times

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings and stolen stares

They show their truth one single time

But they lie, and they lie, and they lie

A million little times”

Chris held a playful grin on his features as he stood on one side of the island as you stood on the other, giggling, a can of whip cream in hand as he held chocolate syrup. “If I disarm myself….are you gonna disarm yourself?” he smirked, raising an eyebrow. You laughed nodding, “Yes! But you put yours down first!” you bit your lip as he began to lower his, suddenly he squirted you with chocolate syrup all over you as you sprayed him with whip cream laughing loudly.

He darted around the island, laughing as you wiggled against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “Wanna call a truce Kid?” you laughed and nodded as you pressed your lips to his nose. “Truce.” you said softly. “Truce.” he smiled and bent down kissing you deeply again.

“ And you wanna scream

Don't call me "kid"

Don't call me "baby"

Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

You showed me colors

You know I can't see with anyone else

Don't call me "kid"

Don't call me "baby"

Look at this idiotic fool that you made me

You taught me a secret language

I can't speak with anyone else

And you know damn well

For you, I would ruin myself

A million little times”

As the song came to an end, tears brimmed your eyes again and you kept your head down for a moment trying to will them away. The crowd erupted in cheers, applause, and screams. You looked up smiling at everyone as they continued to cheer. As you looked out through the crowd, your eyes landed on him again. He stared back at you with an expression you didn’t quite recognize. He looked away from you and whispered something to his girlfriend before walking off.

You smiled at the crowd and waved as you looked around, suddenly you dove into the stage and began getting ready for the next set. You looked at Megan as she eyeballed you. “You were not supposed to sing a song off that album. It doesn't even come out for two more damn months!” She sighed checking your social media’s. “Oh my god…..it's…everyone loved it.” she looked at you as you smirked “yeah….not everyone loved it.” you walked over getting on the platform in your final outfit of the night, “Let’s go make some memories,” you took a deep breath. Something felt better within your heart. He was finally understanding how he crushed you.

Coming up on stage, you grinned as the crowd knew what album you were singing from next. You laughed to yourself as the music started and they began to clap and jump around. You stood there in a blinged out tshirt dress, a fuzzy jacket and your diamond thigh high boots. You sang your heart out, dancing, smiling and waving at the crowd. You barely met Chris’s eye line again and when the show ended, you took your time bowing and waving around to the crowd as they cheered and applauded you.

“What an excellent show tonight!” Megan grinned at you as you walked backstage smiling softly. “I agree, it was great.” your head snapped around at the sound of his voice. Chris stood there, the petite brunette clinging to his side. The air was thick and the tension could be cut with a knife between the two of you. “Chris, hey!” you tried to snap out of it quickly. You smiled at him and his girlfriend. “Hi there! Did you enjoy the show?” you smiled asking her. “Hi! Hello! Sorry! I'm Ali!!” She grinned darting toward you.

You gasped as she hugged you tightly. “Ali!” Chris snapped, pulling her off of you. You looked behind you as the guards came running, “No it's fine. She’s just excited, it's okay, really I know them, they're friends of mine.” you smiled at the guards as they nodded and stood off to the side keeping an eye on her. “We’re friends?!” She giggled as Chris rolled his eyes a little. “You are my idol! I love everything you’ve ever done! Your music helped me through some very dark times in my life, you have no idea how much you mean to me.” Ali said quickly. You smiled sweetly at her. “Aw, Thank you Ali, yes of course we’re friends.” You grinned at her. “Why don’t I go get changed and we can hang out for a little bit,” you stated, looking from her to him. Ali turned to Chris and clasped her hands together. “Oh my gosh, can we Chris?? Can we please?!” she begged as he let out a breath, “uh yeah, but I'm sure Y/N’s real tired so we don’t wanna keep her up all night okay?” he smiled as she jumped up and down excitedly.

“Um, we’re staying across the street, The Inn at Meadowbrook, why don’t you come by and we can all grab some dinner at the restaurant in the lobby and then hang out on the back patio. It’s gated, no paps.” Chris smiled at you as Ali grinned. “It’ll be great!!” she watched as you laughed softly “yeah, absolutely, I’ll go change and meet you guys there.” you said as they smiled and left.

Megan followed you as you walked back to your dressing room. “Do you really think this is a good idea? Hanging out with him and her?” she asked as you entered the room. “It’ll be fine, I’m fine, and it might lead the press away from what else I’m working on.” you said smiling as you grabbed your lounge clothes and got changed. “I guess…just worry about what’s going to be said.” Megan sighed as you smiled softly. “It’s okay, just relax, and take the night off.” You walked out of the building, getting into your car quickly hearing fans screaming for you.

You’d managed to get inside the hotel without being seen and walked into the restaurant, noting how empty it was. “Rented it out for the night,” Chris said, coming up behind you. You turned and looked at him, looking him up and down. Dark blue jeans adorned his lower half, while a black t-shirt and red plaid button down fit his torso perfectly.

He stretched out his arms and pulled you into a hug. For a split second you wanted to bury your face into his neck and remember how it felt to be curled up with him. But, you knew better than that now. You knew he didn’t actually care about you.

You pushed yourself back and smiled softly at him, “best we don’t try anything other than a friendly handshake.” He threw his head back a little and gave you a “ah, I understand” before holding his hand out. You slipped your hand in his, holding it a moment longer than you should have before finally dropping it. “We can sit anywhere,” he spoke into the looming silence. “Oh, well why don’t we wait for-“ “hey!!!” Ally’s voice shot through the Restaurant loudly causing you to flinch slightly.

“Ugh couldn’t find the shoes I wanted to wear but it seems here my little Chrissy wrissy bear had put them in his suitcase!” She laughed, wrapping her arms around his as he stuck his hands in his pockets. “Oh, isn’t that sweet?” You commented with a smile. Dinner was going to be….great.

Once seated, by a window per Ali’s request, you began looking over the menu. “They have a fantastic burger and fries here as well as an awesome tenderloin,” Chris told you, causing you to look up at him. “God you can be so dumb Chris,” Ali laughed and shook her head “don’t listen to him. He doesn’t realize what us girls go through to stay in such perfect shape. They had a great grilled chicken salad,” she buried herself back in her menu, before she set it down. “Be right back gotta run to the little girls room,” she kissed Chris’s cheek and got up leaving the two of you at the table.

You set your menu down and let out a small sigh, “I think I’m going to get my dinner to go…I’m pretty exhausted and…” “Ali’s a lot. I know. She’s not normally like this…..well she is but it’s usually much more toned down. Why don’t I go talk to her and you order?” Chris said as he stood. You sighed “Chris…does she even know about us?” You asked softly. He looked down before he shook his head. “No, I’ve never told anyone.”

You sat back and watched him walk toward the bathrooms, why were you doing this to yourself? You felt that familiar pain upon hearing, “No, I never told anyone.” He was the one who had your heart in a Vice grip, even now, and you thought having dinner with him and her was a good idea? You were clearly insane.

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[saenity]

lego garden — a. arlert

prompt: taking care of plants is not meant for you.

warnings: heavy fluff, afab reader, kisses, this made me crave spaghetti, grammatical errors, occ armin!

note: wrote this last yr as my very first fic but never had the guts of uploading it. pls enjoy!

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being a student who is fueled by academic validation and high grades for sure doesn't have any time for taking care of something else besides yourself. your face is always buried in books from morning 'till noon leaving your plants dehydrated most of the time. you like those pretty pinterest worthy balcony gardens with small potted plants to keep your apartment not to look dull and boring. 

you do have the balcony and the plants but you don't have the time and effort to keep things consistent outside of school work. that is why you ended up ranting to your perfect boyfriend about your problem. 

you : bb Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò

minminie : hello my dearest (⁠灬^‿^灬⁠)⁠♡

armin stopped organizing his transes when his phone went off showing your name in his lockscreen. 

you : my other plant died ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

you : AGAIN ! 

you : this is the third time it happened i'm so upset of myself

minminie : oh no :( my condolences dearest :( 

minminie : do you want me to go there? i'll cook something to cheer you up baby

you : i would love to bb (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

you : travel safe oki !

minminie : ofc dearest !

armin knew how you really wanted to have a small balcony garden if you weren't careless and forgetful abt your plants. that's why he ordered something he hopes you would like and that will last long even if you forget to water it for weeks. but first, he's gonna prepare the ingredients for the food tonight.

30 minutes passed and you hear your doorbell ring making you get up from your bed to greet your lover. as you open your apartment's door, you are greeted with the sight of your boyfriend in a beige oversize sweater over a white collared shirt and slacks to finish off the fit. 

the get up compliments armin as it highlights his soft features and brings out his expressive cerulean eyes. he also has his infamous soft smile accompanied by a tinge of red on his cheeks. you can't help but smile at how beautiful your man is and how lucky you are for having such beaute.

"hello pretty" you greet your lover and you swear you saw his cheeks went to a darker shade.

"hello my dearest" he smiles as he wrap his arm around you as soon he placed the paper bag filled with the needs for the night. you bury your face into his neck, inhaling his perfume and feeling more tranquil after the depressing event that occured earlier. you drew apart from each other but not enough to put distance from one another as you lean up to meet armin's lips for a kiss. it was long, sweet and comforting. something you definitely needed.

armin ended the kiss with few a pecks before completely detaching himself from you. your cheeks burned with how endearingly your boyfriend treats you.

"i hope you're not hungry at the moment, i'm gonna go cook our dinner now. go and relax yourself in the comfort of your bed, do you want me to tuck you in?" your eyes brightened at his suggestion.

"please do the honors, love!" you're practically jumping on your toes as you hop going to your bedroom. armin enters a very familiar room and sees you, his beloved already laying on the bed with your phone ready to be tucked by him. he giggles seeing how comfortable you are letting him see you in your unguarded form. your lover sits down on the bed and pulled the devut until its over your neck. he raises your head to pull your hair away under you to keep you comfortable and he then continues tucking you completely in the duvet for maximum comfort.

with a light kiss on your forehead, armin smiles at you and your relaxed figure, happy that he made his darling happy in small gestures. 

"okay, love. i'll be on the kitchen to cook our dinner! if you need anything just call out for me okay?" 

you nod at his statement and he leaves as soon you finished setting up a show to watch on your show.

armin placed everything he needed for the night's meal on the counter recalling if he got everything here. he turned on the stove  to heat up the water for the pasta noodles. also heated up another pan for the sauce of the pasta. he cooked everything nice and swift within an hour so he is only left with preparing the table for something romantic. he pulls out a tablecloth from the paperbag and placed it on table to add up a sense of restaurant vibe. armin placed your hello kitty inspired utensils on your side of the table because it's your favorite. if only your hello kitty plate didn't shatter when a classmate of yours dropped it, everything would be perfect tonight. going back, armin now lit up a new batch of your favorite scented candles he bought that day since you mentioned earlier this week yours is on its last threads. 

armin let's out a proud huff as he checks how the table turns out. the food is perfectly placed in the plate, he made sure to add extra cheese and cream on the spaghetti sauce to make it creamier just how you like it. wine glasses reflecting the candle's flames  sitted next to the plates with a bucket full of ice to ensure the wine remains cold as the night progress. 

with a sigh of relief, armin excitedly walks towards your room to start the night with you.

"baby? dinner's ready, let' get up" your boyfriend's saccharine voice caught your attention away from the show you're watching. with an excited jump, you went out of your bed and grab on your boyfriend's inviting hand and both of you walk hand on hand towards the beautifully setted up table.

a big smile forms on your face followed by giggles and burning of your cheeks. glancing at armin, he has his eyes on you happy with your reaction.

"armin! this is... woah..."

"do you like it?"

"of course! everything looks perfect, thank you love." you tiptoed to give armin a kiss on his cheeks to show how grateful you are for making your night special.

armin blushes at your action and can't help himself but to think how he would do anything to keep the bright smile stay on your face. 

"come on come on, let's eat, love! i made the spaghetti extra special just for you." armin ushers you sit on the chair he pulled out for you. 

you and armin filled the night with ease and joyous storytelling. the meal was scrumptious, the candles making the artmosphere calm and relaxing, and just being with the man who planned everything made you a lot better.

"thank you so much for the night, love. i didn't expect a romantic dinner would be your way of comforting me." you joked at the end.

armin looks at you with a glint of nervousness on his cerulean eyes. 

"well actually, there's something more i prepared for us actually." he glimpse at you as he pulls out 3 small boxes from under the table.

your eyes went wide with curiousity not noticing the boxes earlier. armin placed the boxes in front of both of you and you let out a soft gasp to see what are the boxes are.

on the front of the boxes form an image of potted flowers made out of legos. armin smiles at you as you take a closer look of one of the boxes.

"i bought this lego flowers to make you feel better. i know it's not as good as the real plants but i hope it's something that would be as special as the latter. with these, they won't witter even if you forget about watering it a few days." he scratches his neck as he explained the boxes. 

what armin didn't expect was you leaping out of the chair to hug him and giving him a big kiss.gasping for air, armin looks baffled at the brazen actions and looks at you with big eyes.

"armin! these are adorable and perfect, just look at them!" you hold all of the boxes with enthusiasm. 

"let go build them, baby? we will create our own lego garden here." he starts off as he opens a box for you.

you nodded with eyes glimming at him. maybe creating a lego garden is more special and memorable when it's created with someone you love.

#armin arlert x reader #aot x reader #armin arlert x you #armin arlert #attack on titan #armin x reader #fluff

[newtonsheffield]

Oh Molly me again with the Bruises Spicy Sunday request.. either that or My Hand.. Bruises Anthony is my favorite but My Hand was really, REALLY close. I love that story. You are a mensch girl and your training for a marathon is so inspiring, I have been working on my health this past year and I feel so much better, happier, saner.. Not marathon territory but maybe one day. Its has been the best thing I have ever done for myself, 100% worth it. I am far away but I am cheering for you from here

Ohhh that’s a good idea. Let’s revisit my hand Kate and Anthony. I’ll admit I loved how these two were intimate with each other. They were so good at reading each other’s body language and I think it made the way they connected very special honestly.

(Also thank you for your kind comments about my journey. This year has been really tough for me and I guess I’m trying to use this as a way to take time and connect with myself again in a way that I haven’t for a while. Already over the last month I feel better, I feel more motivated, I’m being more productive, and ah yeah… I’m not advocating that this needs to be everyone’s journey before I get comments about that. If you’re happy with how you are then that’s great but this so far is a great way for me personally to check in with myself. Get to know myself and my body better and even with just walking through August my general health is improving so I’m excited for the journey ahead)

Kate could feel his eyes on her as she worked in the corner of the living room and she ignored him. Very pointedly, she ignored her boyfriend. Anthony’s eyes had been soft when she’d woken this morning, and the soft noise he’d made as he nestled closer had still sounded so beautiful.

“You’re so pretty.”

She’d laughed, kissing his palm as his fingers swept over her cheek, “I’m not staying in bed with you today.”

Anthony drew back indignantly, “I wasn’t asking for you to!”

“Oh yes you were.” She kissed the edge of his nose, “You were trying your old Oh Kate, you’re so pretty. Oh my god, how did my hand get up there? What a wild coincidence, well I’d hate to not take advantage of an opportunity now that it’s presented itself routine and I don’t have time for that today.” She patted his cheek, scooting away from him. “I have work to do. Books need to be illustrated Anthony, and I’m sure you have little cakes to make.”

Anthony pouted, ruffling his hair adorable, “I don’t like that you know me so well.” He huffed, settling back against the pillows as she stood, “I have time for a little romp.”

“A romp?” Kate chuckled, pulling on one of his T-shirts. “Oh that’s so romantic, Anthony. Is it any wonder I’ve been in love with you all these years?”

He grinned, bouncing the muscles in his chest, “It’s not a surprise to me, no.”

She sent him a rude hand gesture, “I’m having breakfast, and then I’m starting work. Go to work.”

He flopped down against the pillows, “What if I just gave you head?”

Kate sighed as she stepped forward, running her fingers quickly through his hair before she spoke and her lips moved in time with her words, “It’s never just head with you, Babe. You’ll get excited and I’ll get carried away and then before I know it, I’ve spent all day in bed and I’ve still not illustrated this fucking book.”

Anthony pouted again, “So I’m being blamed for your lack of self control?”

“Yes,” She sighed, leaning down to kiss him. She let herself linger against his lips, let herself lean over him on the bed and tangle her tongue with his. “Be a good boy and go to work.”

He’d stomped out the door, slamming it loudly behind him just the way he always did minutes later while she sat at the breakfast bar, eating her cereal.

“Daddy’s silly, Newtie boy.” Kate had chuckled to herself, hearing his heavy footfalls the entire way down the corridor. “It’s a good thing he’s very cute.”

She settled at her desk in the corner of the living room where the light filtered in through the windows, not bothering to change out of the shirt she’d thrown on for breakfast and before long she heard the same footsteps again. Thundering down the hallway. She’d teased him gently about it once, how his footsteps echoed through the room and he’d blinked at her,

“I’m as quiet as a mouse, Kate. I can’t hear any difference between yours and mine.”

“Dickhead.” She’d chuckled, leaning in to kiss him, but she loved the sound of Anthony moving about. It was comforting, the noise of him clattering in the living room and slamming drawers in the bathroom.

Kate paused her hand, moving over the paper, letting her eyes flick to the clock on the wall. Her eyes narrowed. It was barely passed one. He was early, and that made her suspicious.

The door slammed closed and Kate turned towards him, her eyebrow raised. He was looking at something on his phone, completely engrossed in whatever he was reading. Kate flicked her eraser at him and it bounced off his shoulder. He looked up at her indignantly, dropping his phone.

“What was that for?”

“What are you doing home?”

His expression was innocent, far too innocent, and that as well had made her suspicious. “We were quiet. Jack’s just closing up.”

“Right.” Kate hummed suspiciously, “I don’t trust you, Bridgerton.”

Anthony held his hands up in surrender as he dropped his bag, “I’m only going to be trying out some new recipes. I won’t bother you at all.”

He had moved to the kitchen and started pulling out bowl after bowl, and she’d settled back to work herself but his eyes had stayed on her still.

They were still there now.

Kate saw him move quickly from the corner of her eye and a flash of his skin appeared. She turned towards him and found she didn’t need to get his attention, because he was staring right at her, separating eggs with his shirt now abandoned.

“What are you doing?”

Anthony blinked at her far too innocently, “I told you, Babe. I’m trying a new donut recipe.”

He let to egg yolk slip through his hands and started measuring out flour in a separate bowl, Kate gasped as Anthony grunted, letting his hands mix the ingredients into a sticky dough. “No you aren’t! You’re trying to thirst trap me into having sex with you!”

“Why would I do that?” He slapped the couch onto the counter, his muscles flexing and his fingers squeezed it and Kate felt heat rise in her cheeks.

“Why would I do that?”

Anthony’s hips thrust forward against the countertop. “You don’t need to fuck the counter to mix dough!”

Anthony grinned at her and his hair fell in his eyes, a satisfied little noise in the back of his throat, “Well, I wouldn’t need to if you let me fuck you.”

Kate;s stomach dropped and her mouth felt dry and she let her pencil fall from her hand as she stood, making her way the short distance to the kitchen. “Oh, so you admit it! This was a honey pot scheme! I’m never getting any donuts, this was all the seduce me!”

Anthony blinked at her, cleaning off his hands, handprints of flour stark against his chest. “Well, did it work?”

He was leaning against the counter, the muscles in his arms tight and she could almost feel the heat of him. She could almost feel those hands ghosting over her and his lips against hers. She could feel him kneading her flesh the same way his hands had moved through that dough seconds ago.

She sighed, “Obviously, take off your pants.”

Anthony grinned, reaching out to wrap around her waist. Tugging her firmly against his bare chest. He lifted her with one arm, as though she wasn’t made of anything and her legs wrapped around him seconds before their lips crashed together. Their teeth clashed and their tongues swept over one another and she felt his moan ripple through her chest as well.

The marble countertop was cold on the backs of her bare legs and the fabric of his jeans was rough against the inside of her thighs and Anthony’s deft hand slid up her shirt tickling the skin of her stomach. Kate let her lips fall to his neck, right to the spot that her made his spine shiver when they’d been eighteen years old and fumbling together in her bedroom for the first time. They were so much surer of themselves now, of the way they were together as well but it still felt just the same. Just as thrilling and heady, the tension simmering between them.

She left her hands drift down his chest, delighting in the way he shivered against her. Kate tugged roughly that the button, pushing them down his thighs with his underwear. His eyes caught hers and he pressed his forehead against hers, his breath shuddering in his chest as his hips bucked softly against the inside of her thigh. His hands tilted her hips just so, just enough for her to feel him, to feel how desperate he was for her.

“Kate!” His voice was a strangled sound, echoing through the kitchen as she rolled her hips and he slid inside and all Kate could do was nod helplessly her own moan pressed against his chest.

She loved his voice, she’d told him so many times not to be self conscious of it, and he wasn’t here, when they were like this. He let his gasps and moans echo off the walls and the way her name sounded on his lips branded itself against her skin. His hips snapped forward, and one hand kept her hips firmly in place while the other kneaded her breasts softly. His lips tasted like sugar, and something that might have been lemon, and Kate could feel the tension in her stomach coiling tighter already.

Anthony’s hair was falling in his eyes over the bandana that he wore to work most days and his cheeks were flushed and his eyes fluttered closed as though he couldn’t imagine anything better than the feeling of them together. Their hips were moving together faster and faster and Kate’s lungs were burning as her legs started to shake, squeezing around his waist, every second pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck! Anthony!”

“Kate!

They fell over the edge together as quickly as this had started, and Anthonys legs seemed to give way as he shuddered, falling forwards to press her back against the marble of the counter.

Kate let her fingernail trace his spine as their breathing evened out and finally Anthony lifted his head to look at her, a smug smile on his shiny cheeks. “I knew you’d give in.”

Kate rolled her eyes, pushing him off her. “Shut up and make my donuts.” She slapped his arse, “Are they lemon?”

“Lemon meringue, yeah.”

“Lovely,” She hummed, “Get to work.”

#my hand was the one you reached for #spicy sunday🌶️ #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[untoldreader]

Awakening in Westview

Summary

The reader wakes up in the mysterious town of Westview, unaware of how they got there or what is happening.

Warnings

None?

Tag List

@alexawynters

I woke up with a pounding headache, disoriented and unsure of my surroundings. Blinking my eyes open, I found myself in a quaint bedroom, the walls adorned with faded floral wallpaper. The room felt oddly familiar, yet completely foreign at the same time. Confusion washed over me as I tried to remember how I ended up here.

As I sat up, a rush of memories flooded my mind. I remembered stumbling upon something peculiar, an anomaly that drew me in. And then... darkness. That was all I could recall. The gap in my memory left me with an unsettling feeling, as if a part of me had been erased.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my gaze falling upon a photo frame resting on the nightstand. It held a picture of a happy family, a woman with striking dark hair and piercing eyes, and two young boys who seemed full of life. But something felt off about the photograph, as if it was out of place. I couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that I didn't belong in this picture-perfect scene.

Curiosity and a hint of unease propelled me forward. I stepped out of the room and into the hallway, where I was met with a sight that sent shivers down my spine. The walls were lined with more photographs, capturing moments of joy, but there was a haunting emptiness to them. There were no faces, just blurred shapes where people should have been. It was as if the memories attached to these pictures had been erased, leaving behind an eerie void.

I continued down the hallway, my footsteps echoing in the silence. The house seemed frozen in time, caught in a strange stillness. The air was heavy with an inexplicable energy, a sense that something was amiss. I pushed open the front door, hoping to find answers outside, only to be greeted by an unexpected scene.

Before me stretched a picturesque town, reminiscent of a bygone era. The streets were lined with charming shops, their facades filled with vibrant colors and inviting displays. The townsfolk went about their daily routines with smiles plastered on their faces, but there was something unsettling about their demeanor, an artificial cheerfulness that didn't quite ring true. It was as if they were trapped in a perpetual state of bliss, their actions dictated by an unseen force.

I approached a passerby, a woman with a vacant expression. "Excuse me," I began tentatively, "where am I? How did I get here?"

She turned towards me, her eyes lacking any hint of recognition. "Welcome to Westview, dear," she replied with a robotic smile. "You've always been here."

The response sent a chill down my spine. Always been here? What did she mean? Questions swirled in my mind, but before I could gather my thoughts, a voice called out from behind me.

"Is everything alright?"

I turned to find a woman standing there, her crimson hair flowing gently in the breeze. There was a sense of power and mystery emanating from her, and her eyes held a depth that seemed to see through my very soul.

"I... I don't know," I stammered, feeling a strange connection to her. "I woke up here, and I can't remember how I got here or who I am."

The woman's gaze softened, and she extended a hand towards me. "My name is Wanda. Let's figure this out together."

Relief washed over me as I grasped her hand, a glimmer of hope igniting within me. Maybe, just maybe, with Wanda's help, I could unravel the mysteries of Westview and find my way back home.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Little did I know that this encounter with the enigmatic Scarlet Witch would plunge me into a world of magic, illusions, and a possession that would test the limits of my own strength and identity. As we embarked on this journey, I couldn't help but wonder: What secrets lay hidden beneath the surface of Westview? And why did it seem like Wanda was in control of this town, bending reality to her will? Only time would tell, as we delved deeper into the enigma that was Westview and its bewitching witch.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #The Witch & Her Possession

[tallbluelady]

do you like my dress?

Set list adjusted, Rowan realized she was back in the main throng of the ball and started to feel a little uncomfortable. She saw familiar faces poke through various groups and smiled, focusing on the sights to ground herself. Lyse and Kitali were engaged in some sort of contest of strength while Alisaie and Muireann cheered, Alphinaud was chatting with Urianger, and Thancred, Myth, and Y'shtola were sipping wine at the back. She found Krile and Tataru dancing with two brothers of the Thaumaturge's guild and had the thought to make herself scarce before anyone took the time to ask her to dance.

She had scarcely time to turn when she met with Aryaille.

"Oh, Aryaille! Ah... you look stunning in that gown," Rowan said, wide eyed.

"You like it? Raer altered it for me from the old Queen's closet. I didn't think there'd be something that would suit me in there." Aryaille beamed at the compliment.

"It suits you very well, if I say so myself."

"Thank you. Your gown is very well tailored to you, too. He must have been so busy..."

"Oh, aye." Rowan nodded, then drew up into herself as a couple of fellow party-goers moved by.

"Would you rather go to the flower beds, Rowan? It's getting crowded right here."

"Oh, please."

#i need a writing tag #rowan argentas #aryaille nox #the ala mhigan ball #3/6

[impishtubist]

sirius & harry & the sex talk

Remus has barely taken his cloak off before Sirius is dragging him into the bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind them. When he locks it, Remus raises an eyebrow at him. 

“Really, Padfoot?” he says. “At least let me shower first, I was literally running through mud all night.”  

“I’m not going to shag you,” Sirius says impatiently. “We have something more important to do.”

“More important than shagging?”

“Yes,” Sirius says, going back over to the bed, where he’s spread several diagrams. “I caught Harry kissing George this morning.” 

“Really?” Remus sounds intrigued. “I have to admit, I didn’t see that one coming.” 

“That’s because you haven’t been paying attention,” Sirius says, ignoring Remus’s huff of indignation, because really, how could he have missed the way Harry and George had been looking at each other this past month? “But it made me realize, Moony--no one’s ever given Harry the sex talk!” 

It’s then that Remus finally takes notice of the diagrams Sirius has on the bed, the ones he’s been working on all afternoon. “Padfoot, no.” 

“Yes, Remus,” Sirius says as he returns to his sketching. “I’m his godfather, it’s my job.” 

“Harry’s fifteen! Surely he knows all this?”

“Barely fifteen, and please, tell me who you think has given him any kind of sex education? The Dursleys certainly wouldn’t have, and Hogwarts doesn’t have a sex education program.” 

“Alright, fair point,” Remus concedes with a sigh. “So what do you need me for?” 

“You did all the animation spellwork for the map. I need you to animate these diagrams for me.” 

---

Harry sits in the library with his head in his hands. He can’t believe he finally got up the nerve to kiss George, after literal months of pining, and Sirius had to walk in on them. Admittedly, for a moment there, the small part of Harry that’s never truly left the Dursleys thought that Sirius might shout at him--or worse--but Sirius had merely blinked in surprise, told them not to let Molly catch them, and then said he wanted to speak to Harry in the library that night at eight.

Harry has spent the past six hours quietly freaking out, and now that it’s finally eight, his heart feels like it’s about to hammer its way out of his chest. 

“Ah, Harry, right on time.” Sirius breezes into the library, looking far too cheerful for a man who’s about to give his godson a scolding. Harry wishes the sofa he’s sitting on would swallow him whole. 

“Look, Sirius, I’m really sorry and it won’t happen again. It was--it was an accident.” 

“Hm, didn’t look like much of an accident to me,” Sirius says, but his tone is light and teasing. Harry doesn’t understand. Why isn’t Sirius mad? “But just in case you ever, er, accidentally kiss George again, or any other young man, it’s important that you be well-informed about other activities that can stem from kissing.” 

With a wave of his wand, several large, poster-sized pieces of parchment appear out of thin air. They’re covered in diagrams that are enchanted to move, and it takes Harry a moment to realize just what those diagrams are depicting. He immediately claps a hand over his eyes, his face burning.

“Sirius!” he hisses. “Is that a--a--”

“It’s called a penis, Harry,” Sirius says cheerfully. “Drew it myself. Now, here’s some parchment for you so you can take notes…” 

What follows is the most mortifying two hours of Harry’s life. His face never stops burning, and though he takes notes thanks to Sirius’s insistent prodding, his hands are shaking and the words are basically illegible. 

“So,” Sirius says finally, vanishing all the diagrams with another flick of his wand and coming to sit next to Harry on the sofa, “any questions?”

“Why aren’t you mad?” Harry blurts. It’s utterly exhausting, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He’d rather just get it over with. “You should be mad.” 

Sirius frowns. “Why would I be mad? Kissing is a perfectly natural thing for teenagers to do.” 

“But--but it’s your house! I was disrespectful.” 

“For kissing someone? Bloody hell, mate, if it was disrespectful to kiss someone in my house, then Remus has a lot to answer for.” 

Harry pauses. What? “Professor Lupin has been kissing someone here?” 

Sirius gives him an odd look. “Well, I certainly hope so.” 

Harry continues to stare at him blankly, uncomprehending, so Sirius sighs and says, “Harry…you know we share a room, right?” 

“Of course you do.” It made sense, didn’t it? They were best friends who had been separated for twelve years. Harry thinks that if Ron and Hermione were gone for twelve years, he’d want to keep them where he could see them, too. 

And then he abruptly understands what Sirius means. He and Remus share a room. And probably a bed, too. And that means that Remus has been kissing--

“Oh, gross!” Harry says. “Sirius, he was my teacher!” 

Sirius lets out a bark of laughter. “Teachers are allowed to kiss people, you know.” 

“Not when it’s my godfather they’re kissing!” But Harry’s only teasing. Actually, it kind of delights him to know that Sirius has found someone. His godfather has been through a lot, and he just wants him to be happy. 

Sirius ruffles his hair, amused. “Right, to bed with you, then. Molly will have my hide if I keep you up any later. And don’t forget, if you need condoms or lube while at school this year, you can ask Madame Pomfrey--”

“Sirius.”

“--but I’ll send you with a stash in your trunk to get you started,” Sirius plows on stubbornly, and Harry feels his face heat up all over again. “Also, if you bring someone back to the dorm room, a silencing charm on your bed curtains is common courtesy. And--” 

Harry gives up. He turns and walks out of the room, the door cutting off Sirius’s words as it closes behind him.

#sirius and harry saturday #idk how you give teenagers the sex talk but neither does sirius so #imp is writing #sirius black #harry potter #good godfather sirius black #wolfstar #only a tiny bit though

[atarathegreat]

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu- Fake Date

Kirishima and I stared at his metal counterpart, shock and awe weren't the words I'd use but Tetsutetsu sure did.

"Come on! What am I supposed to do?! Kirishima, you're a genius with these things!" Tetsutetsu paced across Kiri's room, his quirk activating over his hands in his anxious state, "I can't go alone! Not after bragging about it for so long!"

I leaned back and began playing on my phone. School dances weren't my thing and I didn't know the boy near enough to put my nose in his business. It wasn't my fault that he bragged about this great girl he got for prom, and it definitely wasn't my fault she ditched. Four years at UA and this boy would never learn to put his foot in his mouth.

The silence in the room finally reached my ears and I glanced up to find both boys staring at me.

"What are you staring for?" I waved my hand in front of Kirishima. He smiled, but it wasn't genuine, it was hiding something, "Well, we had an idea… But it involves you…"

Tetsutetsu threw himself over the bed and pleaded up at me from my knees, "Go with me to prom!"

I was sure my blood froze, but Tetsutetsu didn't acknowledge my shocked state as he continued to bargain with me. The dude wasn't ugly by any means, many girls found him just as handsome as they found Kirishima, but he could be… What's the word… Thick? Dense! Tetsutetsu was dense.

His dark eyes were boring into mine, glazing over and beginning to water. I didn't know this guy, I wasn't a dance person, social gatherings were stupid in my opinion. I sighed and shook my head, peeking to Kirishima for assistance. He definitely wasn't on my side.

"Look, Y/n, you be my date to prom and I'll give you anything you want in return. I'll train with you, teach you my fighting style or me and Kirishima could knock each other out like we did at the sports festival." Tetsutetsu took one of my hands in both of his, the heat on his metal skin was insane, "You can tell everyone afterwards or you keep it a secret, anything!"

I groaned, bouncing my head off the wall and glaring at both of them, "Fine."

They shared a first bump and cheered, Kirishima lifting me off his bed like I was some of type of royalty. I struggled to keep myself together as they tossed me between them until I ended up hanging upside down, Tetsutetsu holding tightly to my waist as Kirishima helped fix my position. Death was going to come for me before I could become a pro hero and I'd have these guys to thank.

Tetsutetsu exchanged numbers with me while stating that there was a certain dance I had to learn. That was great, at least there was a plan he had and we could work from there. Every afternoon after our classes we would meet up and dance behind the 1-A dorms, it was a simple dance but Tetsu wanted to get where we didn't need to communicate our moves. Sometimes Kirishima and Bakugo would come out to watch and talk to us but they only split up my focus and I'd trip over Tetsu's boots.

I hated it but I loved it all the same. Tetsu was a gentleman, much like Kiri, but there was something so different about him. It drew me in each time we'd danced together and I started getting thoughts about how perfectly I moved with him or how I fit snuggly against his body. His voice was like honey and his warmth became the only thing fighting my natural coldness. I constantly wanted to be next to him.

"You guys look like you're having fun." Monoma stepped out of the nearby tree line, pulling a glare from the previously laughing Tetsu, "A backup since you're other girl ditched you for me? How pathetic you choose Y/n over a girl from our class. How far you've fallen."

Tetsu easily hid me behind him and faced Monoma, "You should go, you second rate copy cat. This isn't about being ditched anymore and you shouldn't put people down like you do."

I looked back and caught Bakugo staring out the window, he hated Monoma more than anyone so I waved my hand for him to deal with it. Monoma didn't stand a chance against my special move: Guard Dog Bakugo. "Geez, he really needs to get a hobby." I joked, patting Tetsu on the back, "You good?"

"This really isn't about her ditching me anymore, Y/n. I'm really happy that you said you'd go to prom with me, I get it if you don't like me back but it wouldn't be manly to hide it from you anymore." Tetsu sighed before pulling back his smile, "Let's try it one last time, you've pretty much got it down!"

Words wouldn't form in my brain so I just finished our dance and waved goodbye. It was weird that he liked me, not because of who he was but real life didn't work like that. You didn't get a crush on someone and them like you back, that was for movies or stories. Fairytale works. Kirishima tried to talk to me about it, Tetsu had told him that feelings had come up through our dancing meets. Still I could only nod. Whether it was shock or my mind refusing to process it all I didn't know, but I did know that prom was soon.

I'd chosen a new color scheme for our outfits, the other girl had picked out the ugliest shade of dark green and I didn't think it matched Tetsu at all. Unknown to him, I took the liberty to order new clothes. A steel colored suit for him and a grey knee length dress for me. Kirishima helped to pull the laces on the back tight, tying it so I didn't look like random strings were hanging from my back.

The rest of the class was already in our common room, some with their dates and others like myself meeting their date at the gym. Kirishima offered to walk with me since it had rained and my shoes were not thick enough to withstand a puddle. My friend had to lift me more than once so I could avoid getting my dress and shoes dirty.

"Thanks, Kiri, I'd hate to have wet feet while dancing." We shared a quick laugh and went our separate ways. The teachers had really gone out of their way to make the place breathtaking with streamers and balloons and some quirks were even used to make it more magical. Only one scene took my eyes off the room. Tetsu. He looked so handsome in the suit and I would've melted if he wasn't in a bad situation.

Near the refreshments table he was standing tall against Monoma and who I presumed was his first date. I straightened my spine and hurried across the floor to take Tetsu's hand. He smiled gratefully down at me before his eyes widened, "You look stunning in grey!"

"Thank you." I giggled, looking over to Monoma and the girl, "Monoma, I didn't know you had a date! You never said anything!"

Tetsu and I left before she started nagging at Monoma, it was rude but he deserved it. We mingled with our classes and had some light conversation with everyone, but the excitement on Tetsu's face when a song came on, "Our dance! Hurry, Y/n, we have to!"

Butterflies knotted my stomach as we moved together, the motions making more sense when music guided them. The warmth between us changed when the song ended and a slower song started.

"Care for another dance?" Tetsutetsu experimentally moved a hand to my lower back, I moved closer and wrapped my arms over his shoulders. "So that's a yes?" Tetsu moved us with the music.

"Tetsu?"

"Yeah?"

"I know what I want in return for coming to prom with you." My cheeks burned and I tried to avoid eye contact, only for Tetsu to pull my face back to his. "Like I said, anything!" He was so calm for our faces being so close together.

"Kiss me?"

#tetsu tetsu x reader #tetsu tetsu x female reader #tetsu tetsu #x reader #x female reader #mha #mha x reader #mha x female reader #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha x female reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fluff

[db-gochifan]

Phone Number

Pairing: Goku/Chi-Chi, with minor Yamcha/Bulma Characters: Son Goku, Chi-Chi, Bulma Briefs, Yamcha and Ox King Summary: Goku buys a gift for Chi-Chi and she is surprised to find something inside it.

Cross-posted on AO3

Chi-Chi carefully looked the shelves at a bookstore in West City. She was desperate to find a new book to read, but simply couldn’t decide which one to get. There were so many options!

“What do you think of this one?” She turned to Bulma Briefs, her best friend, and showed her the cover of the book in her hands.

“I don’t know, Chi-Chi.” She replied with annoyance. “It’s just a book. I don’t know why it’s taking you so long to choose one.”

“I just can’t choose.” Chi-Chi walked to a price detector and lowered her head in frustration. “Well, looks like I can’t afford this one.”

She put the book back on the shelf and went to pick her second option. It hurt her, but she would have more money to get it next month, hopefully. She was so caught on in her conversation with Bulma that didn’t even notice someone had been listening to her moment of conflict just now.

 “Let’s see.” Son Goku looked around to make sure both girls were far enough and searched for the book Chi-Chi previously wanted to buy. “Here it is.”

He studied its cover intently and couldn’t help but wonder what she found so appealing on it, but still held it against his large chest and went to pay for it after he made sure neither her nor Bulma were at the bookstore anymore.

****

“Yamcha!” Bulma smiled widely and ran to her boyfriend when she and Chi-Chi walked into the restaurant area of the mall.

“Hi.” He waved at them and smiled when his girlfriend approached him and kissed him briefly.

“Cheer up, Chi-Chi.” Bulma told her while she sat beside Yamcha.

“What?” Chi-Chi looked at at her.

“You got the book that you wanted, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I did.” She ran her hand over the bag, smiling weakly.

“Oh, hey, Goku!” Yamcha frantically waved his hand and quickly drew the attention of his teammate. “Come here and sit with us.”

There was a cheeky grin on Goku’s face when he joined them. He held the book tight against his large chest before putting it in front of Chi-Chi, who was sitting right in front of him.

“What is this?” Chi-Chi asked with her eyebrows raised; she couldn’t take her eyes away from the book. It was the one she wanted to buy earlier.

“It’s a gift for you. My gift.”

Both Bulma and Yamcha started teasing them by giggling and insinuating things and the brunette woman gave them a death glare.

“You were at the book store too?”

“Yeah, I needed to buy a book for myself.”

“So you probably overheard the conversation.” She spun around on her chair to look at him.

“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. I was very close.”

“You shouldn’t have. I didn’t want you spending money on me.”

“Hey, I wanted to buy it. I just wanted to see you happy.” He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled. “Well, I need to go. I’ll see you around.”

 “Goku, wait!” Chi-Chi screamed a few meters behind him.

He turned around and watched her get closer to him; his heart pounding on his chest with every step she took in his direction.

“Thank you for the book.” She placed her hand over her heart and smiled genuinely at him. “It meant a lot to me.”

“You’re welcome.” Goku fought the urge of holding her in his arms and saying how much she meant to him. But he didn’t want to rush things and screw them up. “Like I said, I wanted to buy it.”

“Still, I don’t know how to thank you enough for doing it.”

“You can thank me by reading it.”

“I think I can do that.”

“Great. I’ll see you at school.”

****

Chi-Chi sat on her bed that evening and immediately grabbed the book she got as a gift from Goku and opened it. She was surprised to see a paper falling on her bed and raised her eyebrows before picking it up. She looked at it and realized it was the receipt of the bookstore. Looking further, she saw there was something written on the other side. She turned the receipt over and realized it was a phone number. She couldn’t hold her smile as realization hit her. He had given her his phone number. She pressed it against her heart and closed her eyes for a moment.

 She was drying her long dark hair with a towel when she walked into her bedroom that night. She noticed the receipt on her bedside table and went to pick it up, sitting on her bed. She bit her lower lip, contemplating the idea of sending him a message. After thinking for some seconds – maybe minutes – she grabbed her phone and saved his number.

****

“Good morning, ladies.” Yamcha said in a charming tone when he stopped beside Bulma the next morning.

“You were supposed to stop by my house, so we could come to school together.” The blue haired girl frowned and closed her locker with more strength than she needed.

“I did? Did we agree to this?”

“Of course we did!”

“Good morning to you too, Yamcha.” Chi-Chi gave an awkward laugh and tried to change the subject, for his sake. She loved her best friend, but sometimes she felt bad for her boyfriend.

“You better make up for it big style.” She pressed her index finger against his chest and then turned to the brunette. “Chi-Chi, are you coming up?”

“Ah, yes, I just need to grab my books.” She looked at Bulma over her shoulder. “But you two can go ahead. I don’t mind it.”

“Alright. I’ll see you in class.”

 When Chi-Chi finally closed her locker, she came across a large hand with its palm pressed against Bulma’s. Her heart started beating incredibly faster – she couldn’t understand why – when she slowly looked up and his Goku’s dark eyes.

“Hey, Chi-Chi.”

“Hello, Goku.” She tried her best to hide her blushing, which only got stronger when he suddenly brushed a lock of her hair away from her face.

“It’s a beautiful morning, don’t you think?”

“Y-Yes, it is.” Chi-Chi moved her focus to her books instead, feeling glad he wasn’t staring at her face anymore.

“How’s the book so far? Have you started reading it yet?”

There was a subtle tone of curiosity – anxiety, even – in his voice and she immediately knew he wanted to know if she had found the receipt with his phone number.

“I haven’t yet, I’m sorry.” The girl could tell that he was disappointed with it, though she kept her gaze down the whole time. The last thing she wanted was to break his heart, but she needed time to understand everything and what she was feeling first.

“That’s okay.” He said eventually, with his usual cool voice.

Chi-Chi finally looked up again and saw his bright smile, though there was something different about it that time. Or maybe she was paying more attention to him now.

“I ‘ll see you around.” He waved at her before walking past her towards his class.

She turned around and watched him for a few seconds, then lowered her head in frustration.

****

Chi-Chi was quieter than usual on her way home after class. She tried to cheer herself up by talking to Yamcha and Bulma, but always ended up silent again. And it was like that until she got home.

“What’s wrong, Chi-Chi?” The Ox King asked after he noticed her being unusually quiet.

“What?” She shook her head and blinked, then looked at him. “Did you ask me something?”

“You had barely spoken since you arrived from school. Did something happen?”

“No, dad.” Chi-Chi continued to wash the dishes. “Nothing is wrong.”

“Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything.”

She bit her lower lip, really contemplating opening up to her father. “Someone gave me a book a few of days ago.”

“A friend?”

“More like the most famous athlete.”

“I’m guessing this is a bad thing.”

“He shouldn’t have.” She placed her palms on the edge of the sink and stared through the window, sighing. “That wasn’t the only thing though.”

“Okay, go on.”

“He also wrote his number on the back of the receipt and put it inside the book.”

“That’s a good sign. That means this person likes you.”

“Dad, please. There are many more interesting and prettier girl dying to date him.”

“That may be true, but he’s interested in you. And you shouldn’t put yourself so down. You’re just as interesting and pretty, I’m sure.”

“You may have a point.”

“I’m sure I do. So are you gonna send him a message?”

“I don’t know.” She dried her hands in her apron after finishing washing the dishes. Then she took it off and hung it on a nail behind the kitchen door. “I’ll think about it.”

****

Goku let his head fall with frustration on the pillow and took a deep breath. He had been expecting for Chi-Chi to text him ever since he put his phone number on her book, but nothing came so far. He was beginning to lose hope; maybe she didn’t like him at all. Another deep breath came out of his lips; a loud one.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” Yamcha spun around on his chair and looked at his friend.

“Nothing.”

“You wouldn’t sigh this frustrated twice for nothing. Come on, I can help you with whatever it is.”

“Alright. So do you remember I gave Chi-Chi a book a few days ago?”

“Yeah, we were at… wait a moment.” He looked at Goku. “You like her?”

“She’s attractive and fun, among other things.”

“Then why don’t you ask her out?”

“I was waiting for her to text me.”

“Text you?” Yamcha raised his eyebrows at him. “Does she even have your phone number?”

“I wrote it on the receipt and put it inside the book.”

“Nice!” He exclaimed. “So she hasn’t texted you yet, huh?”

“No.” Goku shook his head negatively. “I was sure it would work. I’m disappointed.”

“Maybe she’s still thinking about it. Give her some time. And don’t lose hope. If it’s meant to be it will happen one way or another.”

“Yeah.” He said weakly. “You’re probably right.”

“I never thought I’d see the famous Son Goku having a crush on someone.”

“Well…” He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled. “There’s a first time for everything, right?”

“It’s true.”

“I’m happy for you. Chi-Chi is a nice girl and very pretty too.”

“She is. She’s…” Goku stopped talking when his phone vibrated on his bedside table and reached for it. He saw a message from an unknown number and looked at his friend with his eyebrows raised.

“What is it? Is it her?” Yamcha didn’t even need a concrete answer to know it. It was pretty obvious. “What did she say?”

“She said she started reading the book and thought she’d tell me.”

“That’s a good thing. See? You were worried for nothing.”

“You’re probably right.” The spiky-haired brunette put his phone away and crossed his legs. “I’m just glad she finally sent me a message.”

“Aren’t you gonna reply to her?” The other boy glanced at his friend’s phone with his eyebrows raised.

“Oh, right.” Goku picked it up again and started typing a quick message. “I should tell her I’m happy she’s finally reading it and that I want to know what she thinks of it when she finishes. Hopefully she answers me and we can get into a conversation.”

“Well, in that case, I’m gonna leave you alone.”

“Don’t be silly, you can stay as much as you want.”

“Thanks, but Bulma wants to go out with me and I should really get ready or she will be angry.

“Yeah, you don’t want that to happen.”

“Exactly. So see you.”

“See you. Good luck!”

“Thanks.”

Goku lied down on his bed again and grabbed his phone, hoping Chi-Chi had replied to him. A smile appeared on his lips when he saw the notification of her message. He opened and read it before he frantically typed an answer to her. He felt really happy with the fact they were starting to get closer.

****

Chi-Chi looked around to make sure no one was watching her. Then she went through her bag and shoved an envelope in the narrow gap under the door of Goku’s locker. Then she took another look around and sighed with relief before walking away in a hurry, before someone spotted her. Then she walked to the bleachers and waited for the rest of her plan to happen.

 The baseball practice ended about twenty minutes after Chi-Chi had put the letter in his locker. She was trying her best to focus on her reading, but she would often lift her head to look at what was happening on the field. Last time she checked, Goku was heading to his locker with Yamcha and her heart started beating faster.

 “That was a great practice!” Yamcha exclaimed when he opened his locker to pick some clean clothes to take a shower. Goku’s silence made him raise his eyebrows and spy on what his friend was doing. “What’s this?”

“I don’t know.” Goku turned the envelope around, searching for any hints that could tell him who it was from. Though deep down he already knew it.

“Well, what are you waiting for then? Open it.”

The spiky-haired boy took the paper out and unfolded it, quickly coming across a beautifully handwritten sentence.

  Meet me in the bleachers.

 “So? Who’s it from?” Yamcha inquired with curiosity.

“I… uh… I’ll tell you about it later.” He quickly folded the paper again and put it back in the envelope, eager to get away and meet Chi-Chi. “I gotta go.”

****

It wasn’t that hard for Goku to find her sitting on the bleachers, as she was the only one there. His heart started pounding on his chest. He couldn’t take his eyes away from her, even from afar. She looked so beautiful. Uncertainty got the best of him when he entered the row she was sitting at and slowly walked towards her.

“Hi.” She said, without taking her eyes from the book. She also felt her heart beating faster and a smile appeared on her lips.

“Hey.”

“How did you know it was me?”

“I had a feeling.” He sat down beside her, staring at the book. “You were very skilled to slide it into my locker.”

“Thank you.” She put a lock of her long dark hair behind her ear, blushing a little.

“So you’re reading the book.”

“Yeah.” Chi-Chi looked down at it. “Thank you again for it. It was very nice and sweet of you.”

“You don’t need to thank me. I just wanted to see you happy.”

She was silent for a few seconds, just taking what he had just said in.

“So what is it about?”

“Oh, it’s a love story.” She felt a shiver down her spine. “Would you like to hear some of it? I can read it for you.”

“I’d love to.”

“Okay.” She put the bookmark on the page she had stopped and went back to the first one. She often stole glances of him from the corner of her eyes and smiled, seeing how interested he seemed to be in the story.

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[yourimagines]

Most angst crying sobbing with Nick Diaz

It’s a longer one, I kinda drifted away but I hope it’s good enough.

Trauma’s

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Trauma, Child loss, Angst, Sadness, Depression and a tiny bit of fluff

Y/N POV

Nick was out of town, leaving me all alone again in this awful place I once called home. I felt trapped, trapped in my own house but also in my own mind. The walls started to creep in on me, leaving no space for me to move or breathe. It all started when Nick got suspended for 5 years, he had no job, no income and he couldn’t help his little brother out in his fights. Nick became even more depressed by that, he already wasn’t in a good mindset but after that he lost it completely. So when that happened it also ruined our relationship, we barely talk to each other as he completely shut me down, only simple yes or no is what I get out of him. He doesn’t even know I was pregnant and that I had a miscarriage because he was never home but when he is his mind isn’t.

So I’m doing what I’m always doing when he’s away, visiting Nate’s family and be that cool auntie for those kids. I was snapped out of my thoughts as one of them yelled my name. “Auntie y/n, look!” I smiled as Nikayla held up her drawing. “That’s beautiful, who did you draw?” She pointed at the figures. “That you, that uncle Nick and that’s…I don’t know who that is.” I hummed and nodded at her. “Impressive, looks very cool. Can I have it?” She happily nods. “Yes you can.” I took it from her and smiled. “Thank you.” She giggles and went back to her drawing table. Misty was looking at me. “You’re really good with them.” I gave her a small smile. “Thank you.” I looked down at the paper, starting to feel sad as I looked at the three stick man’s she just drew.

Nick POV

I was out with some old friends in Las Vegas, drinking and partying with them. “Nick come on.” The waved at me as they had women on their sofa. “Come, enjoy yourself.” I shook my head. “Nahh, I have a wife.” They laughed. “Nick, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” I took a sip from my beer. “Nick, my wife is pregnant at the moment, I’m enjoying myself before it’s to late.” I placed my beer down and left. “Where you going?!” They yelled after me “Out.” I left the club and walked back to my hotel room in the middle of the night. ‘I don’t want this life…’ I reached the hotel and went upstairs to my room. I crashed down on my bed and took out my phone, looking at my Lock Screen. A picture of her from a few years ago, wearing my NDA hoodie with a big smile on her face. ‘My beautiful wife….I’m going home.’ I packed my bags and went downstairs to check out. “Thank you for your stay sir.” I nodded and went to the parking lot to get my car and drove back home.

Y/N POV

Nick texted me he’s was coming home. ‘Weird, he’s just got there…’ I said goodbye to Misty and the kids and went to the grocery store before I went back home. ‘Maybe he’s not feeling so well.’ I got my groceries and went back home. As the night progresses Nicks parked his car in out driveway and I heard him closing his door. The front door opens and got slammed closed and Nick walked, his head was hung low as his bag hung loosely around his shoulder. “Hi honey, how was it?” I said in a cheerful way, he gave me a nod and disappeared upstairs. ‘Not even a hello back…’ I felt neglected by him, he’s not even looking at me. ‘Maybe he doesn’t want you anymore…’ I took a deep breath and followed him upstairs. He lay down on our bed, still his clothes on as he was scrolling on his phone. I grabbed his bag and disappeared to the washroom, unpacking his bag. “Nick honey, is this everything for the washer?” No reaction, I sighed and got up, walking back to our room. “Nick, I’m asking you a question.” He looks up, no emotions are on his face. “Do you have more clothes for in the washing machine?” “No.” And he looked back at his phone. “Okay, no problem tho.” I mumbled as I walked back to turn the machine on.

I just showered and made myself ready to go to bed, Nick was still laying there on his phone, watching something as I walked in. “I’m going to bed.” I said as I walked over to my side. He was laying with his arm on my blanket and I tried to pull it loose. ‘Oh come on Nick.’ “Nick, you’re laying on my side.” He moves away, sitting right back up as his eyes where glued to his phone. I sighed and got in bed. “Nick are you coming as well or…?” He nods and gets up, he stretched his back and threw his clothes off. “How was Las Vegas? Did you have fun?” “No.” He lays his phone on his nightstand and grabs a joint, he lights it up and takes a hit. “Nick, please not when I want to sleep, you know I can’t sleep from the smell.” He shoot me a glare and exhale the smoke out from his joint. “Now you’re doing it on purpose.” “Why are you so on my business, just leave me alone.” He stood there, in front of me, looking like I was the enemy. I shook my head and turned my back to him. “Good night Nick.” “Oh, so now I’m the bad guy? You know what fuck you.” He stormed off, slamming out door shut, I flinched at the loud bang and tears fell down my cheeks. ‘I can’t do this anymore…’

Nick POV

I sat outside, smoking my blunt in silence. Thinking about life, our life. ‘She doesn’t love me anymore, always asking those stupid questions…’ I sighed and went through my hair. “Fuck.” I got up and walked back into the house, closing the door and turning the lights off before I went upstairs. Our room was dark and quiet. I saw her laying on her side, her back facing me as her shoulders moved subtle but still rapidly. ‘She’s crying…’ I felt a lump forming in my throat and quietly got in bed. I carefully moved towards her, softly wrapping my arms around her waist. She stops moving around and I pulled her slowly closer. I lay my head down on her shoulder, closing my eyes as the tears swelled up in my eyes. I felt her small hands wrapping mine. “I miss you Nick.” She whispers. ‘I’m right here, I’m always here.’ “It’s not fair, it’s not fair that you treat me like this.” She moved away, turning around to face me. Her face was wet, her eyes were red and her voice sounded broken. “Why don’t you say anything!” She raised her voice and pushed my chest. “What do you want me to say?!” I raised my voice too. “Anything! Just say it already.” She sits back up, getting out of bed. I groaned and got up as well.

“Why can’t you just understand it.” I asked as she got angry “Understand what Nick?! That you got screwed over by them. I understand that Nick, I understand how you feel.” I laughed sarcastically at her. “You don’t understand it, if you did then this wouldn’t happen right now.” I waved my hands between us. “So I’m the bad guy now?, so I wasn’t there for you, when you got suspended, when you didn’t had a job? Tell me Nick, that I wasn’t here for you…that I wasted my own time and effort in you, while I needed you….” Her voice broke down at the end as she broke down. “You never asked me how I was doing, I needed you Nick. I’ve been through hell the last few months and you just do your own thing, like I don’t matter.” She wiped away her tears but new ones were still falling. “You’re so ungrateful y/n, you have a roof over your head, you’ve been through hell because I’m not here?! I’m trying to get back into the sport and earn some money. I do this for you and you are being really ungrateful now.” She shook her head. “Y-you have no idea…” a sob came out of her and she clasped her hands in front of her face. I wiped a few tears away from my cheeks and clenched my jaw. “I’m fucking done with this conversation.” I walked away, opening our bedroom door and left her alone.

I was downstairs, angry at her but mostly at myself. “Fuck!” I hit myself a few times against my forehead. I walked back up as she sat down on the ground, crying into her arms. “Go away.” Her voice sounded hoarse. “No, you wanted me to be here more for you, so here I am. Talk to me.” She shook her head. “God dammit y/n, I don’t know what you want from me!” I run my hands through my hair as I started to get even more frustrated. She looks up, eyes completely red and swollen from all the crying. “I want that person who loved me back…I-I just told you I needed you too and you don’t even ask or comforted me…I’m your wife Nick.” She looked so hurt, in pain as she couldn’t stop crying, tears were falling and falling. “I had a m-miscarriage Nick.” My heart dropped and everything around me stood still. “What?” I whispered. “I was pregnant Nick but..I-I failed and you where.…” she broke down and hugged herself. I slowly fell down on my knees, totally in shock. “You where carrying our child?” Tears started to fall again and I crawled over to her. “Baby…I’m so sorry.” She looked up, totally broken. “I needed you Nick…you weren’t here.” Her voice sounded so small, so broken. “I’m sorry…I’m so fucking sorry.” I broke down in tears, hiding my face in the palms of my hands.

Y/n POV

He totally broke down in front of me. I really hate it to see him like this, so vulnerable, so broken. I moved closer, wrapping my arms around him, seeking some comfort for myself as well. He immediately wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close as he cries into my shoulder. “I’m s-sorry baby.” I nodded against him as I started to cry as well. “I’m sorry I failed as a husband.” I grabbed him closer, afraid he would leave me. “No, I’m sorry that I couldn’t carry our child.” He looks up, eyes bloodshot and he shook his head, cupping my face with his large hands. “No, No don’t say that…” I let out a sob as he leaned his head against mine. “You didn’t fail my love, it wasn’t your fault.” He wiped away my tears and kissed my wet salty lips. “I always love you…you are my wife, my best friend and the love of my life. I’m the one who failed not you.” I cupped his right side of his face. “I love you too.” I whispered back. He smiles with tears in his eyes. “I promise I’ll be a better husband…just don’t leave me.” I kissed his lips and moved fully into his lap. “I’m not leaving you as you promise me that you won’t leave me.” His hands holding my waist, slightly pulling me closer. “I’m not leaving you, I’ll never leave you alone again.” He grabbed me firmer and stood up, carrying me to our bed, he lay me carefully down and kissed me softly. “I love you.” I said between our kiss as I pulled him closer to me in bed. “I love you darling.” We both cuddled and comforted each other till we both drifted off to sleep, holding each other close.

#ufc x reader #ufc imagines #ufc imagine #mma imagine #mma x reader #nick diaz imagine #nick diaz x reader #nick x reader #sad imagines #sad fanfiction #sadness #x you angst #angst imagine #angst with a happy ending #reader x character #y/n imagines #x you #y/n x character #x y/n #x reader #imagine #imagines #reader x crush #character x you #character x reader

[staytiny-angel]

Shall We Play a Game?

Rating: M

Pairings; "Hangman" Adam Page/Female OC (Ava Grace Page), Finn Balor/Female OC (Violet Balor), Becky Lynch/Seth Rollins, Austin Theory/Damien Priest

Warnings: Swearing, Seth being Seth

Summary: Ava and Adam are about to leave on their long awaited Honeymoon.

Authors Note: This story takes place in the Emoverse a shared universe created by myself, @rowina-blck and @swifteforeverandalways This part was Cowritten with Rowina

I've tried to write this so that no prior knowledge of the Emoverse is needed but in case I missed something AEW and WWE are currently in the middle of a "World's Collide" Event, Violet Balor is Rowina's OC, the wife of Finn Balor, the two have a baby girl named Raven and she is my OCs Best Friend. Seth Rollins, Becky Lynch and Drew McIntyre are a committed throuple, If you have any questions just shoot me an ask.

"Finally" Ava said as she packed her bags,"I can't believe it took six months for Tony to approve our Honeymoon"

"With the invasion going on we're lucky he's letting us go now,Sugar" Adam repiled from his spot on their bed

"I told him if he didn't I would make his life a living hell" She said locking the last suitcase and jumping on the bed to snuggle in her husband's arms.

"Hawaii here we come" Adam said, nuzzling behind his wife's ear "I've got plans for you, Sugar" he half growled directly into her ear making her shiver.

The next day at Monday Night Raw, the pair was sitting in catering with Violet and Becky waiting for their turn to go on.

"I'm gonna miss you!" Violet said to her pseudo sister and fellow Judgement Day member. "A whole month Ma Cherie Who's going to help me keep Austin and Damien in line?" “Maybe Athena’s up for a company switch” Ava laughed, Raven babbling on. “I cannot believe this little thing is almost two” Adam hugged her close. “I know” Violet kissed her head. “Are you thinking of having kids?” Adam and Ava looked at each other and nodded "We've talked about it but we're not ready right at this moment" Adam said bouncing Raven on his lap and smiling when the toddler giggled and tugged on his scruff

"Honeymoons are mysterious things" Becky said on a laugh "You better be prepared"

"You just got here and your already leaving for a month!" Seth said loudly as he dropped into a chair at the table. “Sorry Dad” Ava giggled. “Just know I have Nicky on speed dial to guilt trip you”

“That’s evil”

Violet laughed as Austin entered being carried by Damian.

“Judgment Day wins!” He cheered. “And you did nothing” Ava teased "Hey! Cheerleading is a very important part of the whole winning routine" Austin says as Damien took a seat, and Austin sat on his boyfriend's lap.

"Hawaii, sis? Cliche much?" Austin said to Ava with a smirk

"Hey! It was good enough for literally everyone at this table" Ava says "We're gonna have fun, see the sights"

Adam covered Raven's ears and murmured "All the sights we can see from the bed and the hot tub"

"HEY!" Seth yelled "No innuendos about my daughter"

“Overprotective much?” Violet teased. “Silence” “Stop being naughty Moi Chaton, or I may have to punish you” Ava laughed while Adam looked horrified “You didn’t know my wife was Seth’s dom back in the day?” Finn tease

Adam blinked "No that was not something I was aware of" he says very primly "I knew they were together but not like that"

"It's disgusting, she's my sister and he's practically my dad. I don't like to think about how they used to bone" Ava said with a grossed out expression on her face

"Can we change the subject there are children present" Becky said laughing

"And on that note we're out of here" Ava said. I need to kick Britt's ass one more time before I bounce.

"Please do after that neck comment towards my little sister" Seth practically growled Violet crossed her arms and nodded. "If you need Judgement Day to make ourselves known we will be at the ready"

"Family? See you later" Ava leaned of and softly kissed her husband before heading to the gorilla position as Dionsyus by BTS blasted out into the arena and the boos started. She didn't give a fuck that the WWE Universe seemed to hate her, it didn't even matter that Britt was a heel too. No one. But no one fucked with her family especially her Aunt Saraya after all the work she'd done to come back to the sport she loved so much.

And after? Well 31 days in bed with her husband sounded like an awfully good reward.

#Shai's Kinktober 2022 #Shai Writes #Shai writes with Rowina

[1camilo-madrigal]

"Run and Hide" (Encanto x The Mandela Catalog)

(story told from Camilo's perspective/Point of View/POV)

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Me and my family were gathered at the table, it was just a normal night, it was like every night actually.. everyone sounded perfect, looked perfect, acted perfect, we all were happy though, Antonio was laughing at a joke Mirabel had just told him despite the fact that he had heard it before. we were all eating dinner until- there was a loud, and static sounding noise coming from the old radio on the counter, it drew everyone's attention, unusual.. normally it never works. all of a sudden I flinched as a voice began to speak though it.. the voice seemed like it was a prerecorded message, it was loud as well.. we stared at the radio as the voice began speaking.

"We are currently receiving countless reports of unidentified hostile organisms that we'll refer to as Alternates-" the voice continued in message as the family talked

"Alternates..?" Antonio looked at everyone, puzzled. but everyone was just as confused as him, including me. We didn't have a clue what this meant...

Soon the voice said something that caught everyone's attention.

"You will know if an Alternate exists solely based on their physical characteristics. If you see another person that looks identical to you, run away and hide. If you see a person that has a biologically impossible characteristic, run away and hide. If one manages to break into your home, refrain from any kind of communication or contact with the threat. These intelligent lifeforms utilize elements of psychological warfare to take advantage of their victims. While we heavily discourage any kind of contact or communication with an Alternate, we make exceptions for attempts at executing them yourself-" The voice said before the recording was cut off and stopped, the radio turned the radio stopped working. it even talked about how dangerous these were.. if they killed people or not as well...

Antonio was still clueless, but scared after seeing how everyone else was reacting to this mysterious announcement, we couldn't even well if this was fake or real... just then we heard a loud banging on the door.

"I'll go see who it is.." I said, feeling a bit nervous, slightly trembling. as soon as I reached the door, I took a deep, shaky breath, and as soon as I opened the door, I screamed and closed it even faster than when I opened it, locking it immediately, breathing heavily. "what was that i just saw?!" I said to myself, terrified. at the door, there was a person with no face.. well, no face, except there was a smile on their face, literally reaching from one ear to the other... and their hands were covered in what seemed like.. blood?!

My scream had alerted everyone else, I was so terrified i hadn't even realized I started crying, trembling even more as my mother, Pepa, rushed over to me.

"Mijo whats wrong?!" She asked as I wiped tears off my face.

"There was someone outside- they had no face- except- except a smile and- their hands were covered in- what I think is blood?" I stuttered, panicked, trying to come up with the words to describe what I saw.

Soon everyone else rushed over to me as well, concerned because of how loud I had screamed. Was what I saw even real..?"

Dolores walked over to the window, peaking outside, sure enough.. what I saw was real. she closed the curtains of the windows. "He's not lying..."

All of a sudden the person began screaming my name.. telling me that I couldn't hide forever. I knew since it saw me, I might be their next target. I could see the terrified expression on everyone else's faces as well, telling me it certainly was real since they could hear it as well...

(Part 2.)

As I was trembling in fear, my little brother, Antonio, ran over to me, hugging me in hopes to cheer me up. It slightly worked but I was still scared for my life, what was going on?

"Thanks Antonio.." I said to him, smiling and wiping more tears off of my face. After Antonio let go of me, I spoke up again. "I'm gonna go to bed, i'm tired" I said and began walking upstairs to my room."

When I got to my room I didn't bother to lock the door, I took off my ruana, and just lied down on my bed, calming down before eventually falling asleep.

I woke up to the sound of screaming, what time is it?I checked the clock on the nightstand next to my bed, it said 2:36 AM. but the clock was always 4 minutes behind, it was slow and old, and I bought it from a shop full of broken things. It was 2:32 AM, and for some reason I couldn't fall asleep again, so I took my blanket off the bed and draped it over my shoulders, keeping me warm and I grabbed a box of matched to light the Lantern that was on the nightstand as well. I grabbed the lantern and held it up, it lit up the room so I could walk over to the door. when I left the room I could see the faint shadows of someone downstairs, but now everyone else was asleep. what is going on..? I walked down a few of the steps on the stairs and stopped asking the mysterious figure; "Mirabel..? Is that you?"

All of a sudden it crept forward and I could see what it was- the lantern flickered and the candle in it burned out, I dropped the lantern and ran to my parent's room, screaming and banging my fist against the door, begging them to open the door quickly as I watched the figure get closer... and closer... and closer.. I could hear its footsteps but the noise all of a sudden just stopped... I couldn't hear anything besides my heavy, and deep, shaky breaths. then a whisper in my ear... all it said?; "I found you..."

before anything happen, my mouth was covered before I could scream again, and I was pulled into a room, I heard the door slam, and immediately lock. I was scared out of my mind until I turned around to see that the rest of my family was hiding in the room.

I was mad at them for not opening the door but also happy they were safe.

"Mijo, are you okay?!" My mother asked.

I didn't respond, I have never been so scared in my life.. I noticed that I had started sobbing, hugging my mom tightly as she held me closely. I could see how guilty everyone looked for not letting me in the room but I could understand they they probably thought I was one the "Alternate's" we heard about just a few hours ago.

My Abuela was holding the candle in her hand, the candle that contained all of the family's history, and Encanto's history with it. the flame that had burned for 50 years began to get dimmer. The flame was still lit though.

"We heard glass breaking out there.. what happened??" My cousin Mirabel asked.

"I dropped the lantern after I saw that- thing, from before walking towards me, and the lantern broke.." I said, calming down a bit.

"Oh.. well we are all so glad that you're okay." Mirabel said, smiling.

I let go of my mom and looked at Mirabel, smiling back.

(comment for part 3.)

#encanto #horror #the mandela catalogue #run and hider #crossover #fanfic #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #augustin madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #alma madrigal #casita #analog horror #horror story #my story

[1111mango]

The demons sick mate II ( Final)

Chap 2:

Wrapping my hands around my father's tiptoeing slightly giving each a kiss. They’d come and visit me again for the 2nd time in the month I would be lying if I said I was not grateful. They’d both been so busy dealing with the battles and the kingdom, they bearly have time for each other.

It had been 8 years since the incident and I still never dared to forget about…him. Yet I smile through it, after all, I’d gotten used to the isolation in the manor for years and even more years to come. Of course, I still had my loving dads and their comments on how well I had grown in the short time. ”Papa, I made cookies for both of you and a prepared warm bed. You said you're staying for the night right?”

My eyebrows furrowed and I pouted, my lips folded with disappointment as both parents looked at me, the look that brings all my hopes to the dirt and grim.

“Beau sweetheart don’t forget we're still fighting in the war.”

My dad chuckled, his brown wavy curls drooping over my head as he ruffled my blond hair. I wasn’t surprised just let down for the most. But if they weren’t staying for long this better be the most I make out of it. Reaching beside me was the platter of fresh the briskets, it was hot enough to burn off tounges.

But to my notice, a ringing noise echoed throughout the room, it was his phone. However, he didn’t even look at it hanging up the call instantly and continuing his cheerful grin which I followed after. This is why I loved them the way I do.

“Now tell me what I missed.”

I snickered.

It had been a minute since they left, the note my papa left me repeating in my head. It was to take my medication and not to go out. I huffed in the coldness in the air, it was winter once again and it made nights like these feel worse. The stars never shined bright but for the first winter of my lifetime it was most vivid, I took that as a sign of good health. I took many things as a sign of good health don’t I?

I laughed to myself softly sitting patiently in the master bedroom of the manor where I hid under the bed canopy. All my clothing was stripped onto the floor so it was just me snuggled in my covers getting ready to take my medicine serum at the bedside. Legend says it was crafted by the best witch doctors and durics but still wasn’t enough to cure me except it was enough to keep me alive and healthy enough.

Clink

My body turned towards the window pane as it cracked abruptly and was now smeared in blood. My lips formed an O at the now injured thing outside. Without hesitation a sudden urge to rush and aid the thing overwent me, so I did. The window latch popped open revealing a dark-skinned man with a set of black devil wings. That's all I noticed at the instant still struggling to drag him inside.

My lips drew close to his face as I began blowing off the bits of snow. The demon's head bleed to the point it was abnormal, his wings torn with a gaping rip, what dumbass flies in the winter at night. Dispite the sudden occurrence of this man he looked tremendously familiar I swear I've never met him. The man looked like some kind of sinister royalty, his short-cut waved hair, closed but deep eyes, and well-built muscular frame. Let me mention we were currently both naked but It was life and death for the poor thing how could I have possibly left to change?

I rested my hand on his forehead and hissed at the heat of it. I had nothing wet near me at the moment and I was almost out of my godamn mind, so I reached for my medicine poured it onto a clothe, and hoped for the best as it soaked onto his head. The remise of it trailed onto his round lips into his mouth.

The gut drench inside me was relieved when I received a hazed breath that was followed by stuggles of coughs. Then after some secounds, a pair of sharp eyes opened in awareness, it was so stunning almost like the stars but mostly like I’d seen them before in my past.

The demon’s hand shook in a hesitant manor, reaching behind my head, rubbing my scalp with his thumb, his eyes softly began watering as he blinked trailing down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry. I’-Im so fucking sorry, young prince.”

I didn’t notice his forehead was now pressed against mine, I began feeling his heart against mine and then I came to the realization.

It was Devon, the cocoa scent I adored, his heartbeat, and the way he addressed me. His face was bitter and messy it was in the worse condition I’d seen the precious thing.

“...Why leave me?”

Not a tear left my eye, just a saddened smile painted on my face. My hands crumbled on Devon’s bare chest.

“They used me as a way to get to you and I wanted to protect you for all I can. So I left to kill them out by myself. Didn’t you hear the prophecy about us? ”

His voice was in a soft but serious manner, his hands trailing down to my cheek caressing my sharp cut jaw and soft cheeks. Then a rough pair of lips met my chapped ones, we were both nervous as if we were young again.

I smiled in between our dreaded kiss pulling back to kiss his greek shaped nose, then his jaw, and almost every area of his body I had access to. Which was all. We were both stripped after all but I kept to his face.

“What…Prophecy what in the world prevented you from coming back?”

I demanded, my doe eyes looking back sternly into his, dying for an answer.

“The son on Arlo shall birth my child. The child would stop the war between the underworld.”

The sentence rolled off his tongue like a poem as he memorized it every night. Did my fathers know about this? If they did wouldn’t they tell me?

I was too weak to make a child that's if I was even capable to but I had my dad’s genes after all. A slight chuckle came from Devon as he watched my head fill with countless confused theories.

He kissed me once again this time grabbing my hips to pull our body heat closer.

“You are not weak enough that you can not bare our children, young prince,” I swear his pearly whites against his dark coco skin were sending me off the earth.

“Look how much muscle you built over the years yet so fleshy and delectable.”

His actions followed his words gripping my ass fondling with it like dough. My hand reached over his mouth as the blood rose to my face. Devon was right.

I was stronger than before I had muscles that resembled lower-placed gods but my voluptuous curves kept in place. No matter how hard I tried to get rid of them. I looked into his eyes but my gaze averted to his mouth when he grabbed my hands licking the creaks of my fingers.

My heart skipped a beat. Have I never noticed how much my soul yearned for him all these years? I always wanted to be like my dad, birthing a miracle child with someone that stuck to my side until our death. Someone who worshiped every grain of my body as I did theirs.

“Promise me, never to leave me, to love me to the grave, even if I die love the child as much as you did with me.”

The first tears left my eyes. I wanted to seal our future as much as the present. Devon cheerfully blushed smiling bearing his teeth while reaching for his tattoed wrist.

“I swear on my blood.”

Devon’s tongue trailed up to his wrist licking away the extra blood to his now cut-open wound. My once soft dick throbbed above his lower abdomen now harding. Well, that was pretty sexy. I tried reaching off of him ashamed of my now hard but was stunned when feeling the enlarged cock against my lower back. My head involuntarily turned around only to see the leaking, veiny cock that belonged to Devon.

My god was I in a fury refusing to meet the gaze of his teasing eyes. Our lips refused to part when he’d kiss me in this enticing moment. It was passionate and rough which was surprising because I lead the kiss. I departed the moment, sitting up and continuing to straddle his waist trailing my finger tip over the muscle.

My hips lifted positioning myself above his length giving him a teasing look but I was anxious. My ass was flowing with slickness from the arousal making my wiggling onto the tip easier to take. Devon’s eye rolled back along with a warm groan of pleasure, his pulling grip on my waist tightening forcing his length to get deeper into me.

Only whimpering left my lips shortly after reaching half of his cock, the veins twitching inside me. My hands folded into fists as they rested on his chest for support. My hips rolled on his waist in continuous motion up again to then go back down getting further on his heated dick.

“look at me Beau, watch me breed you senseless.”

A rough hand reached to my amber cheeks once again, my closed eyes awakened wide at his bizarre statement and aware as I was lifted from the marble ground. In sudden movements, my back now hits the wall of my bedroom. My teeth biting my lips as anxiety devoured me.

Devon’s arms had been positioned under my knees, grasping the sides of my head. I couldn’t speak from the surprise of the moment. Devon’s forehead rested against mine as he held me against the walls, didn’t know he would be into this kind of thing. but I was.

“I’m all yours.”

Grinning cherished into his eyes while playing with the slight blush under his melanin coated ears. Without notice, he finally entered my wet insides once more and it showed in his clouded brown eyes how much pleasure overtook him.

Devon’s movements were paced slowly and rough, each time he went deeper it revealed another sensitive area of mine. There were no soft whimpers left, just desperate moaning for this to last forever. Then the relentless pounding began we were both close to climaxing any second. I trailed my hand down to my dick attempting to cum at the moment only to receive a displeased growl from the demon above me.

“Pl-lease it hurts.”

My distress call didn’t work as he only went rougher knowing I was ready to climax. The sloppy clapping sound of his balls hitting my ass and the wet sounds that escaped into the air enticed my hardened dick to a worse state.

In one instance, his wings propelled into the air hovering over our messy bodies. Devon slowed down riding out his orgasim. My demon had painted my insides with his seed and slowly I followed with a shaking orgasim that spilled over our drenched bodies. My breaths were heavy and embrassed only receiving a chuckle from Devon as he kissed the tip of my nose.

“After all that you’re still shy?”

His laughter increased as I proved his point with my face turning red. Just like he would say when we were young.

“My soul wouldn’t blush without you.” I smiled back.

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