a/n: i hope you guys enjoy this! it’s my first wlw and i’m a bit nervous tbh xx
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warnings- strong language
i saw hermione granger for the first time and my heart stopped. i remember it was in potions class on my second day at hogwarts- i had transferred in from ilvermorny when i was fourteen.
i almost fell into the dungeons after having lost my way about twelve times from dumbledore’s office where he had sorted me into slytherin- i figured that would be like horned serpent- the house i was in.
i stuttered an apology to the professor with greasy hair- snape his name was i learned later, and sat down next to blaise. our parents were friends and we always met whenever he and his mother visited massachusetts.
“draco’s looking at you,” blaise muttered under his breathe to me as i pulled out my book, “the boy i told you about last summer when we met.”
“does he know i’m as gay as they come?” i asked laughingly.
“of course not,” blaise scoffed and handed me half his ingredients.
i looked at him with a smile, “you don’t plan on telling him do you?”
it took all of my effort to not laugh at his smirk which clearly said no.
“who’s that girl?” i asked, “in the red tie with those two boys?” i gasped, “is that harry potter?”
“that’s hermione granger,” blaise said with a sour look on his face, “with potter and weasley- they’re in gryffindor. slytherins and gryffindors are mortal enemies.”
“who cares? she’s gorgeous,” i breathed.
blaise looked at me sharply, “(y/n)- no. gryffindors are off limits for slytherins and vice versa. shag whoever the fuck you want, just not one of them. as far as gryffindors are concerned- consider yourself to be on an eternal no nut november.”
“no ‘but’s, (y/n),” blaise cut me off, “you can’t.”
so i spent two long years rejecting boys who didn’t understand the concept of ‘not attracted to penis’ and pansy who got very handsy when drunk. i settled for wistful glances at her from afar.
T R I G G E R W A R N I N G : Suicide & Depression.
If these are difficult topics for you, please tread lightly or avoid altogether.
You miss him.
The sound of his laugh.
The color of his eyes.
The sight of his smile.
Such little things.
Things that most people don’t even think twice about.
You want to forget him.
Push the very thought of him into the darkest recesses of your mind, in the hopes of waking up one day and forgetting him completely.
Doing that would just make his voice pound loud and heavy in your ears, cause his image to burn behind your eyelids, make your nerve endings tingle with anticipation as if his fingertips had skimmed across your skin.
You sleep around. Often. Too often. Pick up bait from local bars. A drink here, a flirt there and soon enough, you’d end up in a hotel, tangled in the sheets with a stranger whose name you didn’t care to ask for.
Everyone in the gang encouraged you to move on, to stop thinking about him, because death might not be contagious, but with each and every passing day that you deteriorate, it doesn’t have to be.
You had tried to look for a real relationship at first. Honestly. But you’d end-up comparing every single one to him.
You didn’t even realize you were doing it.
Eyes aren’t the right color. Voice is too high. Clothes are too pretentious. Ego is too inflated. Laugh is forced. Smile is deceiving.
In the ecstasy of climax, you had to bite your tongue so you wouldn’t scream his name.
You clutch at your head, nails painfully digging into your scalp, a futile attempt to stop the voice that rips at the crumbling remains of your sanity.
End this miserable excuse of a life.
I’m not miserable… I’m alive.
You’ve got a pulse, you’re breathing, and you’re one of six billion souls that roam the Earth. But that isn’t living. That‘s simply existing.
They’re the same thing.
Sometimes repeating a lie thousands of times doesn’t make it true.
um… maybe joots with a s/o who is very clumsy and when she does stuff she always does it wrong or not how it was supposed to be done? maybe joot was a little ‘mean’ to them about being clumsy/not doing something correctly and it made them a little sad? :/
a/n: Aww anon! This makes me feel bad for y/n ;-; Okay, angst mode then, you asked for it!
tl;dr 3taro x fem!reader; Jotaro comes off a little harsh to reader, who is clumsy and unsure.
tw: injury mention
- y/n tended to do things, like standing in the line of fire during a stand fight and not moving out of the way in time for you or whoever was able to block the attack from hitting you to escape injury. this time, it was Jotaro who was close enough to act as your human shield, and he didn’t take your ‘negligence’ lightly.
- well, in your defense, you didn’t have the heightened reflexes of Star Platinum at your fingertips like he did. you couldn’t hoist yourself away from danger like Kakyoin and Joseph, or act as swiftly as Polnareff with his Silver Chariot. even Avdol could disintegrate oncoming obstacles to prevent injury. your stand didn’t seem to help your case in any way. you still tripped over your shoes quite frequently and fumbled when people tossed you things.
- it was definitely hard for Jotaro to accept that he had to compensate for you sometimes. he has managed by himself since he was very young, and he tends to reflect the expectations held for him onto others.
he might give you a sharp retort through clenched teeth as he clutched the wounded area, “What the hell, y/n? Watch your back from now on.”
- of course, anything he says in that deep, thunderous voice of his is bound to bring anyone to attention. the fact that it was constructive criticism he was giving you made it that much harder for you to take lightly. you stiffened at his side and gave him a short nod. your face angled to the opposite side so you could pinch the bridge of your nose and hide the tears forming at the corners of your eyes.
- after the fight, something led you to pull at Avdol’s cuff. well, maybe it was because he was wise, trustworthy, and if anyone would tell it to you straight, it was Avdol. the glint of recognition in his warm brown eyes when he caught sight of you only seemed to encourage the tears falling.
“Y/n, are you alright? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
- after a series of questions (near constant waves of enemy stand attacks made each of the Crusaders wary of anything that happened on their trip), he was able to gather what was bothering you and encouraged you to go talk to Jotaro about how you felt.
- Avdol offered to come with you, and Jotaro was bit gentler with you from then on. (though, his “gentle” might differ from that of others.) he muffled any blunt comments and would ask if you needed him to help you hold your own in a fight if he noticed you were struggling. maybe he would stand at one of the peripheral areas that you often lost focus of during a fight. the other Crusaders would also arrange themselves around you when they could. it wasn’t that you and your stand were compromised; it was that you worked better with others.
These moments are rare and far-between, for the most part, seeing as how Arthur doesn’t get outright wasted often, prefers to have a few drinks but keep his wits about him.
But when he does get plastered?
This gorgeous cowboy loves to sing and dance and flirt until the roosters start crowing.
“But that cowardly killer,
That shot Mr. Miller,
Has laid old Otis
In his grave!”
You’re there, two or three drinks warming your belly but you’re hardly tipsy, nowhere near a fraction as drunk as your counterpart.
You don’t mind.
1. He’s always there to take care of you when you get drunk off your ass.
2. These are nights you want to remember - where Arthur is smiling, laughing, happy - not lose to the hazy fog of alcohol.
Gets to the point where the barkeep has to shoo everyone out (Arthur had made an incredible amount of friends within a single night), because it’s closing time, dammit, I’ll have the sheriff here so fast that you won’t be able to tell up from down—
You apologize, batting your lashes, biting your bottom lip, giving him a smile and an incredibly persuasive conversation that the authorities wouldn’t have to be involved, though Arthur heatedly argues that he’s talking to a beautiful woman, for Christ’s sake, he can’t just leave.
“There’ll be plenty of beautiful women at the hotel, big guy,” you laugh, as you stumble with him down the stairs, able to navigate through the rest of the inebriated ensemble falling out of the establishment with ease, ambling Arthur’s drunken gait with your tipsy one, careful to make sure he doesn’t misstep and twist something.
“Don’t need ‘em… Got my beautiful woman right here.”
By the time that you and Sy got married, you’d lived what
seemed like lifetimes together. Being together during numerous deployments, PTSD
episodes and therapy sessions made your 6 years together feel like more. But
despite the ups and downs, the two of you had come out on the other side
stronger. You’d battled the demons, both yours and his as a team and conquered
You couldn’t have been more overjoyed to marry Sy, to become
a Syverson officially after all these years. The ceremony was beautiful and the
reception was fun, but the part that you were most looking forward to was the time
after. You and Sy were bone tired and slightly drunk from the festivities by
the time you got to your hotel room. You’d be leaving for your honeymoon
tomorrow at noon and you were looking forward to passing out in the massive,
plush hotel bed with your husband and sleeping off the wine you’d had. Sy had
been uncharacteristically quiet on the ride home and once you’d slipped out of
your dress, into one of his t-shirts and taken your first full breath of the day,
you approached him.
“Sy? Is everything okay?” you ask, softly, wrapping your
arms around his shoulders and pressing a kiss to his neck.
and then turns his head towards you. “Yeah, I’m just nervous, that’s all.”
You furrow your brow, “Why are you nervous? We’ve already
gotten through the hardest part of today.”
your head, “Cuz I’ve got one more present for you and I’m trying to work up the
nerve to give it ya.”
You smile and kiss his jaw. “Baby, you know I’m gonna love
anything you get me.”
smiles, “I know, alright, let me get it.”
You slip your arms from his shoulder and settle yourself on
the bed, tucking your legs under you and pulling his shirt over your knees.
his head when he sees and moves towards the closet in the corner. Sliding open
the door, he pulls out his beat up guitar case.
You smile and chew at your lip. “Baby, when’d you learn to
clears his throat and opens the case, tenderly running his fingers up the neck
of the guitar before plucking the acoustic instrument from his case. “Highschool,
but I stopped playing for a long time, only just recently picked it up again.”
You shake your head, “I’ve been with you for six years and
married you before finding out that you play guitar?”
and shrugs the strap over his shoulder before settling onto the thick coffee
table. “Like I said, I haven’t played in years, but once I decided I wanted to
do something special for ya today, I was racking my brain and I came up with
this.” He strums the guitar tentatively taking a moment to tune it before clearing his throat.
“Oh my god, are you about to sing for me?” You ask, your
heart in your throat.
you a shy smile. “Yeah, bug, I am.”
“Oh, Sy, you know how much I love it when you sing,” you
murmur, wetting your lips.
you can’t start crying before I even start to play.
You huff a little bit, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
clears his throat again and lets his fingers begin to float over the string,
forming the chords with ease.
After the first few notes, you recognize the song and your
throat seizes. He’s playing your song, the song that had gotten you through so
much, the song that had come to stand as a pillar of everything that you’d been
through and how your love for each other could get you through it. You felt a
tear run down your cheek and he hadn’t even opened his damn mouth yet.
he begins to sing, “A heart on the run keeps a hand on the gun, You can’t
trust anyone, I was so sure what I needed was more, Tried to shoot out the sun,
The days when we raged, we flew off the page, Such damage was done, But I made
it through, ‘cause somebody knew, I was meant for someone.”
You try to swallow the lump in your throat as the tears
start to stream down your cheeks, you close your eyes against the tears and let
the timbre of your husband’s voice wash over as he goes into the chorus.
“So girl, leave your boots by the bed, We ain’t
leaving this room, 'Til someone needs medical help, Or the magnolias bloom, It’s
cold in this house and I ain’t going out to chop wood, So cover me up and know
you’re enough, To use me for good”
up at you and stops, “Bug, are you alright?”
You open your eyes and nod at him, “Please keep going, I’m
You nod, eagerly, sniffling. “I’m sure, Sy. Finish your
swallows before resuming the song at the second verse. “I put your faith
to the test, when I tore off your dress, In Richmond on High, I sobered up, I
swore off that stuff, Forever this time, And the old lover’s sing, “I thought
it’d be me who helped him get home”, But home was a dream, One that I’d never
seen 'til you came along. So girl, hang your dress out to dry, We ain’t leaving
this room, 'Til Percy Priest breaks open wide, And the river runs through, And
carries this house on the stones
Like a piece of driftwood, Cover me up and know you’re enough, To use me for
You watch him closely, never having seen the side of your
husband, the musician, watching his face closely, you admired his long
lashes and the smooth slope of his nose and the cut of his brow, until you noticed
a stray tear as he hit the last chorus. So many memories, good and bad were
tied to this song for the two of you and couldn’t help but move from your spot
on the bed and slip onto the coffee table behind him to cling to Sy as he
finished out the last chorus, his strong voice wavering slightly.
“So girl, leave your boots by the bed, We ain’t
leaving this room, 'Til someone needs medical help, Or the magnolias bloom, It’s
cold in this house and I ain’t going out to chop wood, So cover me up and know
you’re enough, To use me for good, So cover me up and know you’re enough, To
use me for good”
His thick fingers play out the last chords slowly and you
tuck your head into his neck, brushing your lips there.
“Thank you, Sy, it was perfect,” you whisper, against his
skin. He unhooks his guitar strap and leans forwards enough to free himself
from it and then rest back against you.
welcome, Bug. I couldn’t think of anything else to give you.”
You shake your head slightly. “This is the only thing that I
could have ever needed besides you.”
you for loving me even though I’m bull-head most of the time. You’ve treated me
with such tenderness in times when I treated you with such anger.”
You pull your face from his neck and press a kiss against
his cheek. “And I’d do it all over again if it meant that I’d get this moment,
right here, right now with you. I love you.”
and turns slightly to look at you. “How’d I get so lucky, Bug?”
You shake your head. “The God Lord and lots of luck,” you
his eyes, “Seriously, thought, (y/n/n), I owe you so much.”
“You owe me nothing but our future. The past is behind us,
we’ve made it through it so we don’t have to look back. You went through it to
get to this moment and we made it. Let’s not relive it. Sy, baby, you can let
and leans back against you as his body relaxes. “I love you, Bug.”
You kiss his cheek again. “I love you too, now, let’s get into
bed because I’m exhausted and we’re gonna have a long day tomorrow.”
sleepily, but pushes himself to his feet and takes you with him, piggybacking
you across the room to the bed. He sets you down gently and strips to his
boxers before approaching the bed. “Bug?”
“Yeah?” You ask, already snuggled under the covers.
You nod, “Of course, do you wanna be the little spoon or the
be the little one tonight?”
You smile at him and lift the blankets, “Of course, come on.”
massive, bear of a husband, breaks into a sweet grin before sliding under the covers
and letting you wrap yourself entirely around him. He heaves a huge Sy as he
relaxes into your touch once more.
“Goodnight, Sy,” you whisper against his ear.
You smile into his neck and close your eyes. You splay your
palm against your husbands chest and let his strong, steady heartbeat lull you
@chaoslightningthings asked: AY AY IM BACK WITH MORE ASKS IM SORRY Maybe can I please request some (3) Jotaro cuddles maybe he’s healing up from injuries and the reader just practically doesn’t leave his side and she cuddles up to him telling him “I don’t care what the hell you say I’m not leaving you dumbass” or something like that- I just think it’s cute and I REALLY NEED Jotaro cuddles right now
a/n: Hey Lightning!!
Aaw don’t worry, you’re totally fine, sorry to get this out to you so late. This is kind of the opposite of your last ask, this time Jotaro is injured and reader is taking care of him. I like where this is going..
tl;dr 3taro x fem!reader, reader helps Jotaro after he’s gotten into a fight.
tw: injury mention, blood tw
you turned the corner on your way home from school and had to do a double take. whaaat the heck?
there was blood smudged over a whole expanse of the sidewalk, down the fold of Jotaro’s shirt, against the pavement. there was a lot of blood. it was alarming. what was probably more alarming was the fact that Jotaro could walk away from a fight so intense without so much as a whimper.
-️ one of the offenders was passed out on the ground. Jotaro pulled away from the doorpost of the corner store, straight-backed, powerful. his smooth face slightly wrinkled with not pain, but anger. yeah. you could tell by the curl of his lip, he was pissed off at whoever had had the guts to take a jab at his rib.
“Hey, you got a tissue or something?”
-️ your eyes went wide. you couldn’t believe it, you’d have to convince him that you need more than just a tissue to stop bleeding through your shirt, Mr. Kujo sir.
“No, I meant. Sweat’s getting in my eyes, I can’t see straight.”
-️ damn. at least he agreed that his wounds needed medical attention. he doesn’t have much to say when you stop by to check on him a few days after.
-️ he doesn’t understand what all the fuss is about. he’s only missed a few days of school, and it’s not like he hasn’t done something like this before. the concern in your expression kind of rubbed him the wrong way.
-️ “Yare yare,” he muttered. it was even more frustrating that Holly fed into your concern by letting you do his chores around the house, citing the excuse that you were “such a sweet girl,” and that he should be happy to have someone that cares so much about him.
-️ he knew it was true; you didn’t have to keep coming by. the snuck a teal eyed stare over to the wooden floors in your direction.
-️ “I swear it, y/n, I’m fine. Look,” when you were close enough, he slowly wrung his hands behind your shoulders and drew you into his arms. your face tucked into his chest. his breaths were calm. and it wasn’t like you were sparing his torso any pressure. “This doesn’t hurt a bit.” if this was his awkward way of thanking you or whatever, hey, it was more than adequate. although, you were eager to verify whether he was bluffing or not. (also, you didn’t want to hurt him)
As requested by anonymous:
Idk if this is even a request or me wanting you to love this image as much as I do 😂 But imagine chubby Bucky shirtless making you breakfast or just baking cookies for fun and you wrap your arms around him. I bet he’d smell so nice and warm + requested from another anonymous:
I saw your chubby Bucky requests are open and I’ve been so sad :( today because my mum and I have been arguing a lot, so some good old fluff would honestly make my day! Just something small like baking together or having a Picknick you know? And Bucky kissing and hugging you a lot. Please?
Aaaahhh the weekend. You and Bucky didn’t have work this weekend so you, obviously, wanted to take advantage of it. You two slept in until noon, relishing in each other’s warmth and love until your stomachs growled with hunger.
You’re alseep when Peter comes home from his mission.
Lying on his bed, with those sexy shorts and cute pyjama top of yours.
Taking off his suit, Peter gently spreads your legs, lying down between them.
He lifts your shirt, kissing up and down, left to right, nuzzling his face against your belly as he leaves wet kisses all over you.
He wants nothing more than to fuck you right now, but he doesn’t want to touch you there when you’re still sleeping- he can’t.
Peter smiles as you awake, sleepy groan leaving your lips, a smile making its way to your face. “Pete,” you whisper, hand going to his hair as he lifts your shirt over your chest, waiting for a reaction.
Even in your sleep state, you manage to pull the shirt over your head, and you wake up a little more as Peter starts playing with your tits.
His mouth latching onto your nipples, as you moan quietly.
“Need you so bad,” he mumbles, finally kissing your lips, and you grip his hair to hold him closer to you.
“Then take me.”
“You want to, baby?” he asks.
“Please, I need you too. How was your mission?” you ask as you remember.
“Only got through it because I knew I was gonna see you at the end of the night.”
“‘Love you,” you say, propping your legs up, and pulling your shorts to the side so Peter has immediate access to your pussy.
He tugs his boxers off, lying down between your legs as he rubs his hard cock against your slick folds, “So wet for me, baby.”
“Was waiting for you to come back all evening. My pussy was waiting,” you smile and he does the same.
“I’m here now to make you feel good.”
He thrusts into you slowly, staying buried deep inside of you for a few seconds, before he starts pulling out again, just enough to gather more of your slick and want.
“Peter, baby,” you moan, needing more of him, needing him to go faster.
He knows you so well by now, that he understands every single one of your moans. He grips your hips hard, his own thrusting into you at a higher speed.
“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans into your ear. After a night of thinking of you, you know he won’t last much longer so you start rubbing your clit to the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Let me do that, pretty girl,” he pulls away your wrist and moves his hand between your bodies, spreading the slick and stroking your clit.
You’re both a moaning mess, Peter just as tense as you, but he makes sure you cum before he does, at least a few seconds.
His breathing is heavy as he lies down next to you.
He still gets up to get a wet washcloth, cleaning up the stickiness between your legs, and himself, before he joins you to sleep.
Hmmmm this is an idea. I like it! 18+ stuff ahead!
You know, with more Avengers than chairs, sometimes you have to share. Close firends share, like Ned and Peter. Close firends who are probably something more share, like Steve and Bucky. And the couples who usually share are Carol and Val, Thor and Jane, and the Lang-Van Dyne family share a couch.
Usually, Tony and you are hosting, so you have separate seats close to each other and close to the front.
However, one night, the seats were taken by Deadpool and his party crashers, so you and your boyfriend settled in the very back in one chair.
Tony and you managed though. You spun right into his lap with a giggle. “Well, this will be cozy.”
He nodded and playfully nibbled on your neck. “Comfiest seat in the house.” He intertwined his hands with yours, and both of you manaveured yourseves so you could properly sit on his lap without blocking his view of the large screen.
Twenty minutes into the movie, something started to poke your ass. With a gulp, you pushed yourself further into him and whispered, “Someone’s excited.”
“Can you blame me?” He hummed against your skin.
Your throat was dry. You pressed your thighs together. “I guess not.” You turned your hips, but Tony’s hands grabbed your waist to stop you. “Watch the movie.”
You scoffed but followed anyway. Good thing the blanket was coverin you as Tony’s fingers came to play with your waistband. He spread your wetness around, and was the sound of his fingers stroking you that loud?
“Keep quiet, ok?”
You made a sound of agreement.
As soon as you did, Tony started rubbing your clit, and it nearly made you jump. To ground yourself, you grabbed his wrists and leaned back into him.
You ground your hips into his hand, and your mouth opened to make a sound.
Tony stopped. With the hand that was stroking your cunt, he covered your mouth. “Need me to keep you quiet?”
“Ok.” He dipped his fingers in your mouth while his other hand was shoved down the front of your pants.
You eagerly sucked your arousal off his fingers as an alternative to moaning as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you. You couldn’t even look at him while he did it. You could faintly hear his groans and heavy breathing as he focused on getting you off.
But the only thing you saw was a crowd of superheroes huddles in front of a large screen. All of them clueless to what Tony was doing to you.
You and Arthur stumble into a hotel just as the worst of the snowstorm rages outside, asking for the warmest room, ignoring the fact that it’s a single bed, wanting nothing more than sweet, glorious heat to thaw your skin, bones, marrow.
Though you’d each taken a steaming hot bat, wearing fresh, clean, dry clothes - courtesy of the hotel for two dollars extra - and have been basking by the fireplace for at least a half hour, the cold has seeped so deeply through your pores that you’re sure that it’s freezing the blood in your veins because the ice doesn’t leave your body, if the chattering of your teeth and the trembling of your whole body is any indication.
Which is when you have a miraculous idea to warm both of you up.
While some parts of the holidays is done by Tony’s staff, like decorations of the tower and the shopping for galas and various holiday gatherings, for his house and for the Avengers’ shared space, Tony liked being involved with decorations and some specific holiday traditions.
At the Tower, Tony, Shuri, and you coordinated decorations. The main room will have everyone’s stockings. Everyone’s. And no matter how hard Tony tried to take away Eddie’s and/or Venom’s stockings, you always put them back.
“They’re never here! And they always raid the fridge!”
“They are Peter’s friends and a good hero when they mean to be!”
“I’m not telling you where I hid it.”
“Ok.” You crossed your arms. “Hey, Jay? Where’s the missing stocking?”
“Mr. Stark has stored it in the freezer, beneath the frozen peas.”
With the Avengers, several playlists have been made with different moods, artists, occassions. So, every baking session, wrapping session, charity auction had a musical ambience arranged by Tony himself.
There was a tradition started by Bruce for gingerbread houses. He thought it would be fun!
Bruce forgot that Avengers building gingerbread houses might be more complicated and, uh, competitive than usual
For example, Steve is an artist. He will create intricate gingerbread designs and find new ways to use frosting to elevated the edible structure.
Clint likes sabotaging other people’s structures.
Hope’s and Scott’s team always supersize their house so you could actually go inside it.
Shuri and her brother have Wakandan technology so when their team is resting, mini gingerbread robots are building their own damn gingerbread city.
Your boyfriend made mini fireworks for his house. He also may have made a mini iron family to live in said gingerbread house.
… safe to say, its not really a regular winning but rather whose house is still standing and the most exciting.
Tony loves the classic holiday moments. This includes lounging by a roaring fireplace with hot coco, stories, maybe a movie, and some presents.
He loves bringing the robots up to enjoy the fun. Dum-E and U even have their own mugs! Tony bought them in bulk. … they tend to break them.
If families were invited, Tony loved coordinating with old friends of his friends to get embarrassing holiday footage from past years.
Seeing Loki summon a projection of a baby Thor as he ran around in a blue blanket pretending to be a valkyrie was very amusing.
You may have dug through old files to find videos of tiny Tony building little robots and Mr. Jarvis.
“Where- Turn it off. Jarvis!”
“No!” You laughed.
Peter was giggling. “Mr. Stark, is that Dum-E’s first prototype?”
The said robot beeped and nodded.
While your personal home with Tony wasn’t the hotspot for holiday parties, the two of you still decorate it in a minimalist style. Big things, but only a few big things.
The tree was adorned with a variety of ornaments, half of them being Avengers themed. Some where your childhood ornaments or Tony’s. Then, there were Peggy Carter’s ornaments (She made them for Tony since he was a kid for as long as she could)
Stockings included: Tony, You, Dum-E, U, Vision, Peter, and May.
At one point, Tony wanted a giant snowglobe in the living room by the tree.
“It’ll be of a winter forest, so it’s like we have a forest in the living room.”
“It does sound beautiful.”
“But, then we give Clint more hiding space when he comes over. With his mini hawks.”
“They wouldn’t hide in a snowglobe!” It took him a second. “I’ll cancel the order then.”
“Yeah, you should.”
Instead, Tony and you designed ladders and shelves on the wall to either display sentimental items and trinkets or to use for seating when superheroes are over.
Its always fun and games until Peter tries to sit on top of a closet or Thor decides that he wants to fly inside the house. So, seating attached to wall was actually a good idea
And of course, there will be nights with just you and Tony. Snuggled under a blanket to a shitty Hallmark movie, an indulgent dinner or two on the rooftop, a night to fly above the city lights and snack on junk food as you talked on top of the tallest building.
At the end of the day, holidays with Tony Stark are the best. You couldn’t ask for anything better.
Disclaimer : hint of semi-NSFW(?) , Also maybe a slight spoiler, don’t really know since I got spoiled from a stream! Just beware. You can replace Jinx with your name, it is a female but I do plan to make more that are both genders don’t worry! I wrote these stories mostly based on one or more characters already.
“You’ll be staying with me after this right?”
“I swear if he makes up another shitty excuse I’m not going on a commission with him ever.” Jinx cursed as she brushed her wet hair out her face. “Miss, we should head back before you fall ill.” Warwick advised as she laughed softly. “ Fine, thank you for your assistance today. Rest well.” Jinx said before dismissing him before she felt her chest tighten. She coughed harshly as she felt her forehead, “Fucking asshole, I swear he cancels 95% of the things last minute.” As Jinx teleported back to Liyue, she was looking around making her way to the place. The Fatui members looked at her, “ Look I’m not in the mood to argue today. If you don’t mind me coming in to drop these commissions, Childe was supposed to do it with me.” They loosen up before one opened the door for her. The girl at the desk looked over to her, “ Oh Childe is-“ “ Please I don’t care about his whereabouts now, I finished these for him since he abandoned me.” Jinx said as she coughed into her hands after giving the papers. “Miss, are you sure you are okay??” The girl went around as she held her shoulder. Another member came to check as he felt her forehead, “She’s burning, go get her into a room near Childe. I’ll go get a doctor.”
They helped her up and into a room as the female help her get changed into warmer clothes . “ I’ll take care of your clothes and get the doctor.” Jinx nodded as she was breathing heavily from the heat. ‘Why were they helping me…’ She thought as she passed out.
Childe was coming back as he shook the water out his hair, “ Ah, I swear I had to collect debt and deal with so much more. I wonder if she got back safely .” He talked to himself looking out the window. The doctor was coming downstairs as Childe raised an eyebrow, “ Excuse me sir is someone hurt ?” He asked as the doctor was getting his umbrella. “ Oh no, someone got sick from the rain so I just gave her some medicine and instructions to stay in bed.” The doctor said as Childe’s eyes widen realizing before thanking him rushing up the stairs. “She’s resting, keep it down okay?” The girl said getting up before she walked out the room. Childe looked at Jinx laying in bed as she was cuddled up into a pillow. His heart stung a bit knowing she was only sick because of him, he walked over quietly as he felt her forehead when he changed the towel. “I’m sorry.” Childe whispered as he sat down looking at her resting figure only hearing her breathing and occasionally coughing. He frowned looking at the time, “I’ll be back,” he said petting her head softly before leaving to shower and eat dinner.
Jinx woke up to someone shaking her softly sitting up, “ Thank you…” she said in a weak voice. “ You can leave, I’ll take care of her.” Childe announced as the girl nodded before excusing herself. The door shut as Jinx kept eating her soup slowly, “ Look I’m sorry I left you again,” “Can we talk about this when my voice is actually working?” Jinx croaked out as she drank her warm tea after. Childe looked disappointed before nodding, “ Just .. Just listen okay?” He asked sitting down on the end of the bed. Jinx didn’t reply but he took it as a chance to explain himself. “I know it’s a shit excuse but I’ve been trying to handle everything going on. So that my brother doesn’t have to come here, we don’t want him to not see me when he’s here. To get a chance to spend time with him and pay attention to him. I am sorry letting you handle everything by yourself for the past week, now you’re sick.” Childe explained as he brushed her hair back. “I’m really sorry.” He whispered as Jinx placed her tray on the nightstand. “It’s … it’s fine , I guess I understand. At least tell me prior, I was going to cuss you out the second I saw you today.” Jinx said as he chuckled looking at her weak state. “Don’t tell me you’re about to cry seeing me like this, you big baby. What happened to the fighter I met when we had our battle?” Jinx giggled softly seeing him hold her hands kissing them softly and holding them there. “Come here you must be tired.” She whispered as her throat hurt pulling him into her arms laying down. Childe laid on her chest as he wrapped his arms around her tightly after getting under the sheets, “Not as much as you are, I’ll take care of you.” He whispered as she nodded playing with his hair. “Mm, I know. Let’s just sleep for now…” Jinx whispered as they fell asleep like that.
-A week later-
Jinx was getting ready at Childe’s place, “I can’t believe that idiot lost my clothes..” she muttered as she took the outfit that the girl gave her. She took a look in the mirror as she fixed her hair tying it up before walking out. There were some glances that she noticed but kept walking towards the harbor to meet with Childe to help gather some things, ‘Wonder what he needed today…’ Childe was waiting for her as he told some of the members to start gathering already. His eyes caught the black-hair styled into a ponytail as he waved, “ Darling! I was wondering if you were going to bail one me to..” He paused in awe at what she was wearing. “Don’t ask and also I wouldn’t do that since I get my shit done.” Jinx said, walking past him as he caught her arm pulling her back into him. Childe leaned down into her ear, “What are you trying to pull, sweetheart? From what I can tell these used to be my old clothes before they shrank” he whispered as Jinx blushed turning her head away. “She lost my clothes so she gave me these, would you let go we have things to do…” she muttered. Childe laughed as he stood back up keeping his arm around her waist, “We sure do, but …” He leaned back down.
Rating: F for Feels, mentions of adult content (sexxxxx)
“Come away with me in the night, Come away with me”
It started on your honeymoon. The annual trips to Sy’s family
cabin in the mountains. You had gotten married when he was still a private and
basically broke. There’d been no money for a real honeymoon, but his grandparents
had been kind enough to offer their beautiful cabin to you for 2 weeks for free.
You had been skeptical but Sy had assured you that it’d be a good time so you’d
agreed and you were so glad that you did.
Nestled at the base of the mountains, the cabin was peaceful
and close to a lake that Sy told you he’d grown up swimming in during his
childhood and well into his teens. Surrounded by nothing but the beautiful
woods and wildlife, you’d smiled at him wickedly as you begin to strip off of
your shorts and t-shirt, eager to jumpstart your honeymoon by skinny dipping.
Sy’d eagerly followed you in the brisk water and so began your honeymoon.
It stormed the second night in, with the power knocked out
and nothing lighting the cabin but the fire place and old lanterns that his
grandparents had stored away for moments like these, Sy’d made love to you in front
of the fire on the softest quilt you’d even felt. Wrapped up together, basking
in the afterglow, head resting on Sy’s chest you were lulled to sleep by the
sound of the rain on the tin roof. Sy pressed a kiss to your forehead and heaved
a satisfied sigh.
you, Bug,” he drawled, sleepily, drawing circles with his calloused finger at
the top of your spine.
You shivered and run a finger over the beaded chain of his
dog tags. “I love you too, Sy.”
From then on, it began the tradition for the two of you,
after every deployment to spend a few weeks reconnecting at his grandparents
cabin. And when they passed, they’d left the cabin and what little patch of
land they owned to you and Sy. Excited that your favorite getaway was now
yours, the two of you had set to sprucing it up a bit, updating the furniture and
giving it a fresh coat of paint to make it feel like it was really yours.
And eventually when life got to busy, between kids, work and
Sy’s seemingly never ending deployments trips to the cabin fell to the wayside.
So when Sy came home for good and he felt like he couldn’t breathe under the weight
of civilian life. You arranged for your parents to watch your kids and packed Sy’s
duffle and waited for him to come home from the gym.
When he walked through the door, he found you sitting on the
stairs surrounded by a few weekend bags.
leavin’ me, Bug?” he asked after a few moments of silence.
You shake your head. “No, never, I’m asking you to come away
with me, just for the weekend.”
his lips, “What about the kids?”
“They’re with my parents and I’ve sorted everything. Please,
just come away with me.”
A slow grin broke on your face. “Our oasis, baby.”
of joy passed over his face as his shoulder relaxed. “The cabin?”
You nod and stand, walking towards him slowly.
his arms to you and you slip into them, pressing yourself tightly to his chest
as you hug him.
“Everything has gotten in the way of us lately and I don’t
wanna neglect our marriage. I don’t look up one day at 65 and realize I don’t
know the man sleeping next to me anymore. I want us to grow together not apart
and I think that we need some alone time to get back us.”
your back, “Think we can ever be those people again, Bug?”
You nod, “I do, Sy, I really do and if we can’t go back, we
need to fall in love with the new versions of each other. Because I can’t life
away and lifts your hand with a gently hand, “I’ll never stop loving you, Bug,
that I know for sure. No matter what version or what ever color your hair ends
up or you lose that banging bod. You’re always gonna be my beautiful,
beautiful, too good for me wife.”
Your lip wobbles and you press up on your toes to kiss him
softly. “I’ll love you forever, Jake Syverson.”
smiles, “Thank fuckin’ god for that baby.”
You smile and he slips from your arms to pick up the duffle
. “I’ll the load the car up and
then take a shower. Have you already got groceries for the cabin? If not, you
wanna run out while I’m in the shower?”
You give him a little salute. “Sir, yes, sir.”
darken, “Save that for the bedroom, baby, I don’t wanna drive 4 hours with a
You giggle, “Sorry, Captain.”
groans, “You’re killin’ me, Bug.”
You grab your keys and follow him out to the car.
“I want to walk with you, On a cloudy day, In fields
where the yellow grass grows knee-high, So won’t you try to come. Come away
with me and we’ll kiss, On a mountaintop, Come away with me, And I’ll never
stop loving you”
2 days later
You and Sy walk hand in hand through the meadow. The yellow
green grass blowing around your knees, the sun trying to push through the
cloudy sky. The breeze is balmy and the what sun that peaks through is warm. Sy
looks lighter, younger than he has in almost a decade and for the first time in
years you get a glimpse of the young man you married. The two of you still just
kids playing house, you lift his hand and press a kiss to his knuckles.
“Love you,” you whisper against his scarred hands.
you more, Bug,” he replies, voice sticky and warm as it washes over you.
You smile and turn your face to the sun as it breaks through
the clouds. Everything was going to be okay.
It’s Kageyama’s second year at Karasuno High and when he looks at you for the first time, he can’t help but see a younger version of himself. It’s like looking at a distorted mirror. You’re another naturally gifted setter from a powerhouse school with a firmly set scowl and an all-consuming passion for volleyball. Kageyama thinks that maybe it’s wrong to have favorites but when he sees the blush bloom down your neck as maneuvers your hands into the proper form, he knows that it’s already far too late.
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