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iaeriy · 3 months

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silent • joão fèlix x reader

summary; angry days? dont worry look for a relief. !!!

word count: 4.1k!!!

warnings: slight angst! smut, oral sex;f&m!, overstimulation, fingering, aftercare

a/n; not proofread!! I do not know whens the last time i wrote smut, istg the ending of this fic caught me off guard, if it flops im sorry. also if anybody has any tips on like..how to not overuse a few words, i’m trying to attempt not to overuse as much words now. but oh well i’m still young and learning. anywhoo..! hope y’all enjoy! 🎀

You were in the living room watching the match against villareal, witnessing your boyfriends incredible shot get blocked left you disappointed, but that was about..minutes ago. The match had finished to a loss, you knew what would happen the second joão would get home. Either an argument or anything else, you roamed around the house before the door slammed open. You gulped looking at joão, his hair was damped and you could tell he took a shower. You just ignored him going on your phone as you walked over to the living room, “you’re not going to say hi?” he spat out, looking at you disappointed. “i-i thought you’d be mad..” you said looking at him, he glared at you. “what? don’t fucking get mad at me just cause I’m attempting to be nice to you after a fucking loss.” you sighed shakily before getting up, he grabbed your arm.

“why that tone?” he said looking down at you, you gulped before attempting to pull his hand off, “n-none of your business..let my damn arm go.” you said before he gripped tughter, making you wince in pain. “joão! let me go! sorry you’re day is going fucking bad and it’s not my fault!” you said, but his eyes were busy somewhere else. not your face and the way you were getting him in trouble, his eyes were looking down at the outfit you were wearing. just a small tanktop and panties, you were still trying to get out of his grip before he let go.

“You’re not fucking leaving. Not when i need you now.” you looked at him before he held your waist, “seriously!? sex is not going to solve thi!-“ you said before he smashed his lips onto yours, you blushed giving in. your hands cupping his cheek, before he held your waist, his fingertips pressing against your skin, “i’m so pissed.” he said in between before you pulled away, he yanked you back towards him. you looked at him, before he picked you up. you shrieked before he walked over to the couch throwing you on the sofa, you grunted as your back hit the cushion before he towered above you. you looked up at him, he held your cheek again before kissing you once again. you kissed back, his knee in contact with your panties before he began to slightly rub his knee up and down. you bit down onto his lip before he groaned, “s-seriously..” you moaned out before he trailed down to your neck kissing around the flesh.

your hands slid inside his shirt, you whimpered the second his teeth gridded against your skin. you were already wet, suprisingly this happened all cause of what you were wearing or just because he was pissed, in this case. a bad loss. you grabbed his chin before looking at him, “you’re enjoying this huh.” he said before you looked away, “f-fuck you..” you said before he slapped your thigh, you yelped in pain before he pulled down your panties. “n-no..” you said shakingly before he looked up at you, “i make the rules here today. not you.” he said before he lifted your shirt up to your chest, you blushed heavily. your nipples going in contact with the cold air due to the air, he kissed down to your chest, slightly pecking on the fat chunk of your breast. you blushed heavily looking away, “s-so embarrassing..” you said before his index finger began to rub up and down against your clit, you bit your lip. “it isn’t. you started this.” he said referring to your “tone” when he got home.

“i-i didn’t!” you yelled out before he slapped your clit, “shut up.” he said before moving down, you sat up before he slapped your stomach, “lay down. i’ll keep being like this if you don’t listen.” he said before you scoffed laying back down, “fuck you.” you scoffed, he spat down on your clit, you looked away not wanting to make any sort of contact with him. he licked a stripe of your wetness against your cunt as you bit down on your lip, he repeatedly did the same thing causing your breathing to hitch out, as he kitty licked around the knib before his tongue burried in between your pussy. you moaned softly arching your back, as he spreaded your lips with two fingers, his tongue pushing around your slit, making your legs shake slightly. your hand gently holding onto his head as he continued devouring every inch in you.

“mmngh..it feels s..so good..” you murmured leaning your head against the cushion, he continued collecting your wetness into his tongue before his thumb rubbed around the knib of your clit, you gaspy moaned slightly pulling on his hair. his tongue slowly slipping in your hole, flickering it around slurping up your juices, you whiny moaned arching your bsck off the coach again as your hand ran through his hair. “weren’t you just mad?” he said looking up at you, your cheeks turning red as you rolled your eyes. “s-shut up! stupid t-tease!” you said before he slapped your boob, you winced at the pain.. you slightly closed your knees as his face burried in between your inner thigh.

The only image you could see is his head slightly moving up and down from him devouring you.

he continued to suck on your clit, your legs closing around him, his mouth sucked down on your clitoris. “aw no more filthy mouth?” he gurgled out still eating you out, you whimpered ignoring his question before he pinched your nipple. “talk to me.” he said, your eyes looking down at him, your head shaking no in response. he furrowed his brows, “use your mouth. you were using it minutes ago for your stupid little sentences.” he said, you moaned out ignoring his question feeling him lick another long stripe, his mouth wrapping around your lips again. you looked away feeling embarrassed until his hand went directly to smack your boob again. “answer me.” he said, you cried out shaking your head, “n-no! s-shut up!” you croaked out. he slapped your thigh, fingers nearly making contact with your pussy before he slid one finger, thrusting it in and out of you slowly.

“y-you’re doing this on purpose n-now!” you moaned out before he sucked around the top of your pussy, his finger still thrusting into you. Your hand gripped onto his hair as you attempted to move your hips for friction before he pushed down on your tummy, “no. not on my watch.” he said, you cried out before he added another finger in, thrusting quickly into your hole. rhythmic moans heard from across the living room thanks to..joão, your moans were getting louder and high pitched feeling yourself near your high. “c..cum..n-need to..” you panted out, his speed a bit faster than he was normally going. His fingers doing all the work, until the moment you felt them push deeply, curling into your g-spot. you gripped onto his hair again, “f-fuck!” you cried out, the pleasure being painful but yet such a heavenly feeling in your body.

His tongue swirling around your clit, almost blowing off your high. “i-i c..cant!” you moaned out before he continued to ram his fingers in and out with a pattern, your high coming down against his fingers as you came with a whiny moan..although..he didn’t stop. he kept going, and this fucker was up to something you disliked, “j-joão..s-stop!” you said moaning uncontrollably, he shook his head murming, “nuh uh” like a little kid. your hand still gripping onto his head, shockingly the overstimulation hit you, your tummy felt so weak.

You knew what was coming.

“o-oh my..goddd!!” you screamed breathlessly before you squirted all over him, your fluids splashing around like a small water fountain. he chuckled before licking a stripe of your juices on your pussy before pulling back, half of his face slightly wet before rubbing his fingers against your clit you smacked his hand off shaking your head, “f-fuck..o-off..” you breathed heavily. sitting up you pulled your shirt down, with the small little strength in you, you stood up before he yanked you back.

“who said we were done? we still have a long way to go baby.” he said, your cheeks heating up as you swallowed nervously. “come on now.” he said making you stand up before he picked you up, you scoffed, your throat making an irritated sound. “shut up. cant even keep that stupid mouth of yours shut.” he said grabbing your chin, you looked at him lazily, your eyes dilated and heavy. your hand in contact with his cheek as he was walking upstairs, you kissed him before he kissed you back the second he got into the room. he caged you against the wall, your back touching the wall. his hand holding your jaw still kissing you, as your hands trailed down to his pants, unbuttoning his jeans. he moved himself away from his bottoms, his kisses trailing down to your neck, head leaning back against the wall tugging on his shirt.

“t-take i..it..off..” you gasped out, his hands picking you up by your thighs against the wall, legs wrapping around hist waist, your hands slightly raising his shirt to his waist, you bit down on your lip at the sight of his tanned abs before he looked down at you, “hm?” he tilted his head, you poked his shirt watching him take it off his chest, discarding it somewhere. He picked you up off the wall, walking over to the bed placing you down, his figure now hovering above you. he played with the strap of your shirt, leaning back again to your neck before you pulled him off cupping his cheeks. “think that’s enough hickeys dont you think?” you said tilting your head, he scoffed. “think that’s enough of you talking, sit up.” he said, you did what he told you as you sat up before he laid down, you looked at him sitting down on your knees. you took your laced tanktop off tossing it somewhere in the room before crawling closely to him, legs straddling his crotch.

he looked at you chuckling, “you should get closer.” he said, hands traveling to your boobs playing around with the chunk of fat. you attempted to smack his hand off earning a huge grip to your boob, you grunted. “c’mere..get closer..” he said, you crawled closer to him, closely to his face before he rolled his eyes. “closer. get up.” he said with a angry tone rolling his eyes slapping your ass, you bit down on your lip nodding your head crawling upper til you reached his face, “turn around.” he said before you whined loudly, he slapped your ass again. “do it.” he spoke again before you turned around, you bit down on your lip before sinking your legs down. his tongue burrying in between your lips, you moaned softly again, hands placed on his chest. therefore his hands wrapped around your thighs, his tongue swirling around in circles.

your hands reaching down to his boner, laying there around his boxers, how cute and aching.. you pulled down his boxers as you grabbed his cock, you spat down on your hand wrapping your palm around him stroking him slowly, he groaned into your pussy. the vibration making you moan out, his mouth wrapping around your clit, you slightly rolled your hips against his mouth making you moan out again, he moved his mouth away while you were distracted he slapped your ass, you squealed, “it’s not gonna suck itself pretty.” he said, the sentence making you gulp and dizzy, you sighed shakily holding his member around the palm of your head, stroking him slowly. he groaned as minutes later he pushed your hips back to his face, you whimpered at the tight grip. he wrapped his mouth back around your pussy, a moan slipping out while you dipped your head down, taking his cock into your mouth.

you felt your stomach drop, the second you began to bobble your head. the weird position making you feel and want more, your tongue began to swirl around the base, he whimpered into your cunt. you moaned around him feeling his tongue everywhere, from your outsides to nearly your insides. you held onto his thighs for support, beginning to bobble your head at a slow pace, your tongue getting in the way of your mouth movements causing joão to whimper as he was eating you out the second time.. you attempted to hold your moans in, the aftercome after the previous orgasm still there, he smacked your ass. you whined around him, gagging slightly. the boy chuckling behind you sending a vibration through your body, “moan. you know you like it.” he said, diving back in slipping his tongue into your hole. you moaned around him, slapping his thigh. “i didn’t want to..suck your dick..” you gurgled out, he chuckled hearing the words come out messy and wet.

“what was that?” he said thrusting his hips up slightly, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat making you gag out loud, you smacked his thigh again for him to stop, you pulled away. “i-i didn’t even start!” you said whining , his palm making contact with the skin of your ass again, you cried out a moan. “i don’t care, go back.” he said before you dipped your head back in, sucking around his length bobbing your head in a pattern. meanwhile for the horny boy he was burried in there, way too busy. he squeezed your ass, earning a small moan from you. you were fighting the urge to not grind against his face, although that was possibly what he’s wanting from you, ignoring the feeling you sped up your pace, the sounds of you sucking and slurping around him echoing around the room, including the noises of yours and his moans, you moaned uncontrollably as the tip of his tongue rubbed against your clitoris.. your hips lazily began grinding against his tongue, you cried out the entire time.

he chuckled holding onto your ass, you kept bobbing your head. spit nearly jittering out and staining the sides of your lips. he continued whimpering into your pussy, the warmth of your mouth hitting the right spots, throwing him off the edge to nearly cum into your mouth. meanwhile for you, you were holding your sounds in, he slapped your cheek again. “s-stop!” you said getting cutoff, he thrusted his hips into your mouth. you whined around him, his moans being nearly muffled from his mouth wrapped around your clit. you had stopped moving as he didn’t stop thrusting into your mouth, tears began forming in the corner of your eyes, your hands gripping onto his thighs. “you were saying?” he said softly biting your ass, you cried out sending a vibration through him. “mmmh..doing s-so good..” he murmured before you moved your mouth away, “stop it! i-i even said i-it many times!” you gurgled out, he slapped your ass.

“and whos fault is it?” he said, you whined. “m-me..” you said, “good. now go back.” he spoke going back in, you moaned loudly feeling the knot already in your stomach, your mouth wrapping around the tip of his cock, your hollowed cheeks sucking around the head as your tongue swirled around in lines. you moved your hips lazily against his mouth. moments later you felt him twitch in your mouth, you pushed your mouth deeply, he groaned loudly into you. the second you moved your mouth up he cummed into your mouth, spurts and drops of cum nearly slipping out. you pulled your head away, you swallowed his seed, his hands moving your hips up and down. you cried out again, trying to move his hands off. only earning a slap to your hips making you moan out in pain, you crawled off. already shaking.

he looked at you, “what? can’t take it anymore?” he said, you whined shaking your head, “come here, just one more.” he said, you looked at him with teary eyes nodding your head, you sat up on your knees again. “come up here again..” he said, you gulped crawling towards him, your cunt hovering over his face. he looked up at you nodding his head, you sunk yourself again onto his tongue. you moaned a bit, the feeling making you shudder again. your hips began to slowly rock themselves against his mouth again, nearly almost causing yourself to release your high. “i didn’t even tell you to do it and look at you..” he muffled out, you continued rocking your hips. small grunts and moans slipping out your mouth, his hands squeezing your boobs as you giggled between your moans.

you began moving your hips sloppily against his mouth, his nose nuzzling against your clit making your eyes roll back, you began clenching around nothing, your orgasm approaching just milliseconds away. you moaned loudly still grinding yourself against him, you gripped his hand tightly releasing yourself on his tongue. he chuckled gripping your waist, you whined biting down on your lip as your hips continued moving lazily against him. “c-can’t..st..stop..!” you moaned out, his nose bumping against your clit making you see stars.

“te vas a mojar otra vez..” (you’re going to squirt again..) he moaned out, you were too distracted and in another world. your legs began shaking, your moans were nearly turning into breathless screams. “y-your..f..fault..” you moaned out, he slapped your ass as he gripped tightly to your hips, “h-hey! l-let me move!” you whined out the bubbly feeling in your tummy burning up, his tongue flicking around on your clitoris. you gasped out in between your moans, your hand gripping onto his hair slightly. his mouth wrapping around your clit, sucking around the knib. your stomach burning, you attempted to move your hips before he slapped your hip again, his mouth sucking harder around the knib. you moved his hands away, with the last strength and his tongue laid flat you rode yourself onto his tongue.

“f-fuck!” you screamed out breathlessly yet again, squirting onto his mouth. you pulled off as half your juices landed on his chin, you rubbed yourself while moaning uncontrollably looking down the entire time, fluids scattering down to his mouth. you fell on his lap shaking looking at him, “a-are you o-okay..” you said breathing heavily, he licked his lips chuckling. “twice that you’ve squirted.” he said, your cheeks turning red as he sat up. “lay on your stomach, then we’ll be done.” he said kissing your cheek, you nodded your hair crawling off his lap before laying on your stomach, you heard the sheets ruffling behind you. joão positioned himself above you, on his knees. he kissed your shoulder pushing his cock into your hole, you bit down on your lip eyes slightly rolling back, he moaned at how tight you felt.

he began to slowly ram his hips into you causing you to whimper, his hand slowly knitting with the skin of your ass. in the meantime joão was groaning, watching himself slip in and out of you, nearly struggling due to your walls squeezing around his cock, you whined. “m..more..” you whimpered out, he chuckled. “thirty minutes ago you were having an attitude..” he said smacking your ass harshly, you moaned in responde. “m-mhmm..” you murmured out between your whimpery moans, “—now your begging for..more..god s-so tight..” he whimpered leaning down into your ear, you moaned feeling his cock get pushed in deeply into your walls. he began rocking his hips quickly against you, causing you to let out a hiccuped whimper.

“f..faster..please..” you whimpered out, his hips thrusting quickly into you, his hand holding your waist tightly. he was leaned in next to your ear, moaning and groaning next to your ear. your arms laying on the duvet, your moans slipping out second by seconds. he looked at you, slightly pulling your hair. “should’ve gone..rough on you..” he whispered in your ear, you looked at him nodding your head. “p-please..” you said he chuckled kissing your temple, “don’t tell me to stop then..” he said, caressing your arm before he slightly pulled out, you whined at the loss of contact, he smirked slamming his hips in harshly pushing your head down onto the duvet thrusting mercilessly into you, “o-oh g-god!” you whiny moaned, your hands gripping onto the sheets already not being used to the speed. your muffled moans making joão thrust quicker.

he fell on you hips still rotting into you, his mouth next to your ear. small moans playing on your ear, you blushed heavily the position you were in making you dizzy as your ass jiggled against his pelvis, his weight ontop of your back making your moans stutter out, you rasied yout head up slightly. “hey baby..” he spoke with a singingly tone, you whimpered looking at him with doe eyes. “so pretty getting corrupted..” he said kissing your temple again, he rested his forehead against your shoulder. you slightly jolted forward on each hard thrust. You felt all over the place, your mind was fuzzy and foggy. the pleasure was making you sweat and moan uncontrollably.

he rocked his hips quicker, your hands gripping onto the sheets. he noticed letting his hand tower above yours, you blushed heavily before he leaned into your neck, planting wet kisses around your skin. the feeling of his gold chain tickling your shoulder making you feel wobbly. “t-tired..” you moaned out, earning a slap on your ass. “what i tell you?” he said, you whimpered burrying your face back into mattress. he chuckled holding onto your hair pounding faster into you, “might c-cum inside y-you..” he moaned into your ear, you cried out. he groaned loudly feeling your walls tightening. “close?” he said as you nodded your head, “m-mhm!” you said, he gripped your ass.

he laid on you again, you moaned gripping the sheets tightly the second you felt his cock push deeper, pounding harder into you. the tip of his member hitting your g-spot, you moaned loudly, he whimpered in your ear feeling your spot. you felt the knot forming in your stomach again, you cried out yet again, tears forming up into your eyes, joão breathed heavily as half his damped hair sticked to his forehead, he twitched inside of you. your grip slightly getting loose, his thrusts getting sloppily. his noises becoming more active..“can’t get.. enough of you..” he whispered in your ear, you blushed heavily, his hand slightly pulling your hair back. you looked at him, “i love you..” he moaned out, as you moaning out just milliseconds away from releasing your high, you whiny moaned tightening around him again, joãos climax being triggered by your walls.

he came inside you, slightly pulling out as his cum painted your lower back and your arse. you fell on your stomach breathing heavily, joão suddenly fell on you. he whimpered softening after the sex, you looked around the room, your eyelashes batting down slowly. “j-joão..” you croaked, he looked at you. “hm?” he said, “a-are you..s-still mad at m..me..” you said, he chuckled kissing your temple. “no..of course not, why would i be?” he said recovering back, he got off you grabbing the towel from the nightstand cleaning off your back. “come on..let’s go sleep now baby..” he said as you sat up crawling into the covers, you rested your head on his chest.

“so..you’re not mad at me..” you said looking up at him, his arm wrapped around you, “nope, i wouldn’t be. besides if you enjoyed it then i shouldn’t be mad at all right?” he said, you nodded your head. “you tried your best out there..you know that right..” you whispered, he looked at you smiling kissing your forehead. “my little supporter..i’m sorry if i scared you earlier..” he said kissing your forehead again, “not really..i liked it..” you said looking away, he chuckled. “mhm..” he spoke nuzzling his face into your neck, you giggled running your hands into his hair.

the two of you later drifting to sleep.

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loveswrites · 10 months

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Do you know when you’re going to post your next Poly Volturi? (Absolutely no rush btw take your time and always focus on you and your health first🫶) I was just wondering cause i miss you 🫶

(i don’t have any intention of sounding rude or anything im just wondering and i definitely dont wanna rush you and i ofc want you to take your time and ofc it’s important to focus on yourself first ALWAYS🫶🫶)

Nightmare Poly Volturi x reader

Time it took me: 5 hours

Word count: 2023

To anon: Hello lovely! I'm sorry for the wait it's been like a month since my last post but I've come to give you a little gift! Hope you like it! Thank you so much for your reassurance, You didn't sound rude at all I understand I was gone a LONG time. I'm surprised I even wrote this today my mind was so foggy I haven't really had a good day so I thought I'd put a smile on someone else's!

Love <3

p.s I also tried to find that spongebob meme in a gif but I couldn't find it for some reason lmk if you get it when you read it!

Turning a sharp corner your hip grazed against the cold cobblestone walls of the castle. Causing you to suck in a strong gasp of air. Rubbing your hand against the throbbing pain you felt something wet. Twisting your face up in confusion you couldn't tell what it was. There was a storm and the castle was as dark as it's ever been. The candles Cauis ordered to be lit every set of the sun for you weren't lit like they normally are. If one candle blew out, rather you were there or not he would have someone's head not long after.

"You smell delicious." You heard from no other than the exact one you were thinking about. Caius.

Still a little confused, your eyes widened. Blood. You were bleeding and Cauis was chasing you.

Resuming your slow steps turned into a fast pace run. Well as fast as you could. Your eyes burned with tears as you could hear Caius' steps quicken. Why was he doing this, you thought. Doesn't he love you?

"Are you frightened little human?" Cauis hissed out with so much venom you could taste it.

"Please stop-" You were cut off with a scream crawling out of your throat as a strong sound of thunder and lightning struck.

"Your fear reeks a phenomenal scent. I can't wait to taste you." He sneered out letting out a chilling chuckle.

You couldn't stop the tear that ran down your cheek with his statement. All you could feel was your heart pounding in your chest, So much you thought it would run into overdrive and stop. With the halls darken you ran with what little memory you could collect right now. Your brain was foggy. Your heart was hurt. And your face was stained with tears of fear. You never thought that you would die like this. The more you ran the more you realized that this was a loop. You had been running around in a circle this whole time and Cauis was still chasing you.

"Help Me! Jane! Alec! Please don't do this Caius! You're scaring me!" You screamed out looking back for the first time since you started running.

He was right there.

Pricing red eyes stared back at you menacingly.

The only sound you could get out of your mouth was a gasp. He grabbed you by your arms in a tight unbreakable grip. So tight you thought your bones would snap. You never did take your vitamins as a kid you thought. Before you could say another word he bared his fangs and snapped down on your neck. You let out a strong scream. It was so loud it echoed and bounced off the walls. You could feel your own blood wetting your skin rolling down your once warm body. As much as you struggled you couldn't move. As much as you screamed you could no longer make sound. All you felt was your life being drained from your body. Mustering all of your strength you screamed the loudest you could with little life you had left.

"Mio caro!? Wake up è solo un sogno!" A voice sounded.

Snapping your eyes open, you saw him. Screaming once against you pushed off of him blinded to your surroundings. You fell down onto a cold marble floor it hurt but you could care less right now. Anything to get away from him.

"Don't touch me! S-stay away from me! J-Jane! Where are you!?" You screamed out tears already rolling down your face. Still crawling away from Caius you kept your eyes on him the best you could with blurred vision.

"What-" Cauis started but was cut off by your words.

"Don't talk to me, leave me alone! Jane! W-where's Jane!? Jane! Jane!!" You cried screaming at the top of your lungs.

Everyone's attention snapped to the door as Jane busted through the door. Her piercing red eyes were filled with anger ready to unleash hell on anyone that dared to hurt what is hers.

"What happened!" She snapped sharp eyes staring down everyone who was in the room. She saw no threat but that didn't mean there wasn't one.

You were in the throne room as you always were half the time. Everyone knew you loved laying upon the throne with Caius. You were often there with him during most trails. It was convenient because most of the time all of your mates were there also. So hearing your screams come from this room of all places put Jane on guard.

"We don't know she was just resting as she always is, then woke up screaming." Marcus stated.

"She's very frightened and the first one so called out for was you. Go to her, Slowly.” Aro said making sure to speak softly.

She listened, making sure to take slow and soft steps towards you. When she was finally in front of you she kneeled down to your level as you had backed yourself into a corner.

“Who scared you?” She asked, trying her best to not sound too demanding but failing miserably.

You reached out and wrapped your arms around her tightly, crying hard.

“Please don’t let him hurt me.” You whispered into her neck. A whisper so low that she had to try to listen.

“Who is trying to hurt you?” She whispered back wrapping her arms around you. Doing her best to console you as physical touch is still a hard thing for her.

“C-caius he bit me he was trying to kill me.” You said still shaking as the scene replayed in your head over and over again.

“Well I guess we know who won't be turning her.” Felix snickered, earning a shove from dem.

“Silence!” Cauis ordered, making Felix shut up immediately. His loud tone made you jump and brung more tears to your eyes. Jane continued to comfort you, whispering calming and promising words in your ear.

“Go on, tell me what else happened.” She beckoned.

“I was trying to run away from him b-because he was chasing me. I didn’t know why until I realized that I was bleeding and he wasn’t chasing me to help me. He was chasing me to bring more h-harm to me. I was going in circles and I couldn’t find a way out! There wasn’t a way out but I kept trying and trying but he still got me and- He drained me of everything inside of me.. I can still feel his bite. It hurts, why does it hurt?” You whimpered out sniffling every few words. You held onto Jane tighter in fear she would let you go.

It was silent for a while. No one in the room knew quite what to say. Or what you needed to hear. But the one thing they all knew was that no matter how much Cauis would threaten or yell at you he would lay down his life for you. And if he ever laid a harmful hand on you the rest of you mates would deal with him no matter the consequences. One little human held so much power.

“It was just a nightmare, you're safe. He would never hurt you. And if he did I’d kill him myself.” Jane said firmly.

Her words brung comfort to you. Jane never lies. Especially to you. She always says that she has no time for lying. To which you always say she technically has all her life or death to lie.

“Jane let me see her.” Cauis said leaving no room for arguing.

“Caius.” Marcus said in a warning tone.

“Do you want to face him? I’ll take you away if not.” Jane whispered in your ear. It took a little while for you to answer but eventually you did sadly. You truly weren't ready to face him but you didn’t want Jane to get in trouble for your newfound fear.

“It’s okay..” You said slowly as if you were trying to convince yourself.

“Are you sure?” She questioned.

“I’m sure.” You said taking a deep breath when Jane parted from you. Though Jane was freezing cold her cold began to feel warm to you. So when she let you go you couldn’t help but feel naked under the eyes of everyone in the room. A shiver ran down your spine when you finally made eye contact with Caius. His red eyes were intimidating but not as threatening as the ones in your nightmares. In fact his eyes looked.. Concerned, confusion and hurt. That one was a kick to the chest. You hated seeing him hurt but you hated seeing you hurt more.

“Come here.” Caius said watching you as you took very slow steps to you. Realizing your fear was truly real as you'd normally run to him full of joy. But now you shake with each step. You were never even this scared when you first met.

Once you were standing in front of him he closed the gap between you two holding onto your hands. Your warm soft ones colliding against his cold hard ones.

“You truly think I’d ever hurt you on purpose if at all? I’m offended by how lowly you think of me amore mio.” He frowned looking down at you.

“It was- it felt very real.” You whispered looking down but that didn’t last long as he put his hand under your chin and tilted your head back up to face you.

“If you're frightened do not be cowardly in fear I will not accept it. Especially when I am aware of how fearless you are. It was a horrible dream, a nightmare. One that will never come true.” He said watching you with close eyes.

“I-” You were cut off with his next words.

“You should know that I would never hurt you on purpose. But eventually for you to be with us forever you will have to be turned. But it won't be painful for you. We will ensure it. Alec will use his power to make sure of it.” Caius stated as if this would make you feel better.

“You’ve been conspiring about my death behind my back?” You questioned furrowing your eyebrows.

“More like preparing. You're not getting any younger.” Felix said from behind you.

“Are you serious?” You questioned.

“We’d rather have you dead and with us rather than dead and gone bellissima.” Dem voiced softly in hopes you wouldn’t get upset with the rest of them.

“I feel like this is some type of gaslighting or manipulation.” You said, shaking your head.

“Nevermind that, do you feel better?” Alec asked, deterring your thoughts from this topic.

“I kinda do. I’d still like a little space from you though.” You said looking up at Caius.

“Only a few days after that you're asking for ungiveable things.” He said letting you go but not before kissing you on your forehead making you freeze momentarily.

“Go get some rest.” He dismissed you.

As you walked away after standing there for a while Jane followed you and right when you grabbed the door Caius words made you stop in your tracks.

“ You shouldn’t be scared of me in that sense. You wouldn’t even be filling, you refuse to take your vitamins Carlisle insists you take.” He yelled out so you could hear.

You couldn’t help the small laugh that came out of your mouth knowing how true that statement was. For the next few days Jane followed you everywhere. Always on your heels. Sleeping with you, feeding next to you, If she knew you were having a bad dream she’d wake you up right away and take you out for a walk. All until you felt comfortable to be alone with Cauis she was right there by your side.

And when you finally felt comfortable enough you saw how bad Cauis was taking it through his paintings. He was afraid you would see him as a monster. He knew he was but he never wanted to be that in your eyes. You spent the next few nights showing him how fearless you were of him. Wink wink.

#twilight #oneshots #reader insert #loveswrites #the volturi #x reader #cauis x reader #alec volturi x reader #volturi x reader #felix volturi x reader #jane volturi x reader #volturi poly #poly twilight #demitri volturi x reader

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dearhargrove · 1 year

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Summary Ethan would always protect you. Even if he had to go against his family.

word count 1610

tags violence, blood, scream 6 spoilers, probably unrealistic but whatever :)

a/n idk but u couldn't stop thinking abt this so I wrote it heh. Pls enjoy 🫶🏻 also im morally this is very wrong and that he actually kinda coo coo towards the end of the movie but I'm delusional and gonna keep believing he was how he was most of the movie. Also yes the title is inspired by the song from the weeknd I'm sorry I couldn't think of anything else 😭

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You're standing in the middle of Sam and Tara as Bailey explains how he was the one behind all of this. You're just as shocked as the two sisters when Quinn takes off her mask and grins smugly.

The attention turns to the other Ghostface next and no one moves for a second. Bailey nudges him with a disgruntled look and they move, taking the mask off.

Your breath stops and your tears blur your vision as Ethan stands there, eyes desperate as he looks at you.

"No, no, no this can't be, please…" you cry out and shake your head, still in denial.

"(y/n)..." He tries and his voice sounds just as shaky and desperate as yours had seconds ago. "No, don't-", you're crying against Sam's shoulder as she cradles you against her protectively.

"Please, I never hurt you- I would never hurt you!" He tries again, and you can hear he's close to tears as well. You hiccup and wipe your eyes, turning around slowly.

"Ethan, you murdered one of my closest friends," he flinches as if he didn't know what he had done and you walk closer to him as anger takes over the absolute desperation you were feeling.

"That wasn't me!" He yells. Quinn interjects from behind him, proudly pointing to herself as she claims it as her own doing.

"Was this all fake to you? To get closer to Sam and Tara?" You ask, and when you're close enough, you look up and push him back with a hand on his chest, sneering. He tries denying it, "No, please, I really do love you!"

"If you did, you wouldn't have done any of this."

He chokes on a sob and chokes out another apology as his father speaks up. "You think he did anything? He was useless in this whole plan, kept saying how he couldn't hurt you, and how he would just kill Sam in the end instead of doing anything else." Bailey scoffs, and you frown.

Your head is basically exploding at this information. It certainly makes you feel less repulsed towards Ethan, but did it matter when he helped his father with this plan, anyway?

The boy in front of you hangs his head in shame, and you instinctively reach out to lay a hand on his shoulder in a reassuring motion, pulling back quickly after.

You were lost - you loved this boy, and you could easily tell when he was lying, just as you could tell he was being truthful about this. But still, he had also been an accomplice to two killers.

You definitely didn't trust him anymore - how could you? - but you couldn't just stop loving him. You turn to Sam with a lost expression, and she seems to understand, sighing.

There seemed to be a mutual agreement between you, and she huffed. She turns back to Bailey and Quinn, the two frowning at the closeness between you and Ethan.

"Get back here, boy," Bailey scolds, and Ethan sways, his fists clenching. "If you go now, every chance you have with me is gone."

He looks up again, and his expressive eyes meet yours. There's fear more than anything on his face, and he turns to look at his dad and sister before turning to you again.

He tilts his head with a frown and puts a hand on your cheek before pulling your body in front of his chest and holding a knife to your throat in one quick movement. You gasp and grasp his forearms, did he just act remorseful to kill you?

He leans forward, "Trust me," he whispers before taunting Sam and Tara about how they'd lose. Your heartbeat falters at the warmth, radiating off of him and the general comfort he gave you.

You give Sam a look, hoping she understands, but Tara is already off to fight Quinn, brick gripped tightly in her hand as she hits it over the other girl's head.

You wince at the resounding crack and turn to Sam hurriedly, Ethan walking backward with his eyes on his dad, who was watching with an approving smile. "See? Knew you could do something right, son."

Sam takes off to the man, leaving Ethan and you without any attention on you. He leads you to the back of the stage, curtain hiding you from sight.

You crouch down behind some furniture that was definitely rotting and look at him. His knife laid next to him as he kneeled next to you, anxiously surveying the area.

"Why'd you do it?" You whisper. You genuinely wanted to know. He exhales and settles his eyes on you for a moment before looking towards the doorway again.

"I... wanted dad to see me for me. Not just Richie's brother or an accomplice. As his son."

You feel remorse for him, your gaze softening, and you take his hand again, the familiar feeling making you feel less on edge. "I see you for what you've shown me of yourself. But I don't know if that was a lie. If… our relationship was even real." It hurts to say, but it's the truth - he was okay with killing, something he'd kept hidden from you for more or less good reason. What else did you not know about him?

He hesitates and fidgets with his hands, "At the beginning… at the party. I didn't have to get close to you. Dad said it'd be better if you trusted me since you're close with Sam and Tara so he wasn't against it, he just didn't tell me to do it." He starts.

"Did he tell you to get close to Chad and the others?" He nods solemnly and you hum, motioning for him to keep going.

"The more we talked the more I started liking you and.. he didn't like that." He frowns and looks around again before hurrying up, "I told him and Quinn not to hurt you and that if we had to kill you I'd do it. I would've never done that but at least they wouldn't have tried anything." He looks at you for a reaction and though you're shaken you're also surprised he was so adamant on keeping you safe from the beginning.

"Thanks," it's basically a question but he chuckles and shrugs, nodding.

"It wasn't hard to fall for you. I never really fit in so when you just went with everything I did and cared-" he smiles with a slight flush on his cheeks and under different circumstances you would've cooed at the endearing sight.

"I knew you would find out about this," he motions to his robe, "so I thought why not? And then I confessed. I never expected you'd like me back but you did," your heart clenches when he says 'did', as if he expects you to have stopped loving him in the short time you've known about all of this, "And I've never been happier than when I came to class and you were waiting somewhere for me."

His shoulders shake nearly unnoticeably but you still see it, and you watch as he hastily wipes his eyes.

"Oh, Ethan…" you mumble and pull him into a hug. He reciprocates it after a moment, his arms wrapping around your waist as good as he could with both of you kneeling in a dusty corner with the smell of rotting everything around.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he breathes and you place a hand on the back of his head. "I know," the moment is interrupted when two gunshots sound through the theater and the screaming goes silent.

He lets go of you and grabs his knife again. You wait with bated breath when footsteps start approaching and someone calls your names.

"Ethan- ah, there you are," Tara had a wound in her stomach, and there was blood splattered over her face. You smile in relief that she was, at least to an extent, okay, getting up to hug her.

She laughs, and you know it's pure relief that you were still alive. When you part, she turns to Ethan, who was standing off to the side with furrowed brows.

"You," she starts but you interrupt her. "He saved me. And he explained it. I know you don't trust him but please," she's conflicted and just stares at him, not wavering even as her older sister comes up behind her as well.

"Tara, it's okay. Trust her with this."

The younger girl huffs but nods, taking Sam's offered hand. "Listen, you tell the rest of the group the truth and the police that you were manipulated or whatever." She orders and he nods, quietly thanking her.

The pair of sisters walks away after that but not without Tara staring at Ethan with a harsh glare once more.

He shrinks even more into himself and you're somewhat glad he was still the shy bean he was before.

It took everyone some time but now, almost half a year later, you're sitting in Sam and Tara's apartment, having dinner together.

Ethan was sitting next to you, holding your hand under the table and talking to Chad. You smile happily and lean back in your chair, watching everyone interact calmly.

It had taken Mindy the longest to trust Ethan - though you're unsure if she does - but she tolerates him by now.

Your gaze falls back to your boyfriend, his fingers playing with your bracelet.

You don't think you'd ever be able to forget all of what happened back then but you stopped associating him with it quickly enough. Ethan turns to you with a confused head tilt, squeezing your hand in question. You just smile and lean against his shoulder.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #jack champion x reader #jack champion #scream 6 #scream iv #scream #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #ghostface

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slasherbvnnie · 1 year

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Could you possibly do a jealous Stu x reader? Maybe where Stu and Tatum are still together, but Stu is actually cheating on her with reader. And Randy gets a little flirty and touchy with reader, unknowing that reader is taken by Stu? Im fine with anything else for the plot- sorry if this isn’t the best, I’m still new to requesting!

I hope this is to your liking, I’m waiting on my ride to go out tonight and wrote this in like 6 minutes… if you want a continuation feel free to ask! Dirty Little Secret

A short and angered breath had left your lips as you stared to your left side, trying to block out any of the noise Randy was currently making in your direction. You blocked out the words he was saying to the best of your ability, you were doing a great job at it up until you felt his hand on your shoulder. Your eyes stared at his hand before moving to his face, his voice suddenly coming in clearly.

“Come on, just one date. I promise it will be well worth your time, I’ll take you to that restaurant you’ve been mentioning,” he offered as you laughed a little. “No offense Randy but we’re just friends. If i saw you as more I would have accepted the other hundreds of times you offered to take me out,” you said as he placed his other hand onto your waist, boxing you into the closest wall.

You frowned as you looked up at him, moving your hand from the strap of your backpack to his hand on your waist, pushing it off of you before he quickly moved it back. “One little date won’t hurt, who knows, maybe you’ll change your mind. And let’s face it, the perks of free rentals with dating me will be well worth it,” he joked slightly, moving closer as you put your hands onto his shoulders. You were about to push him off before a stronger hand grabbed his neck and flung him off of you.

“In your dreams, Meeks. Stay off of her before I rip those hands of yours off. I may not be the killer but I will sure as hell become one if you lay another finger on her,” you heard the familiar voice threaten, looking up to see Stu. It was rare to see Stu as angry as he was now, even when he was mad he usually played it off well, but this time his face was flushed with anger and you could see the veins in his forehead threatening to pop as he stared Randy down.

“Okay, okay. It’s not like shes Tate or anything,” he said, which only angered Stu more as he walked closer to Randy, pushing his index finger against his chest. “You’re right, touch either of them and you’re dead. Think about touching them, dead. If i so much as catch you breathing next to them again, dead. Don’t even make me warn Billy about you being around Sid, you’ll be a deadman as soon as he picks up his phone.” Stu said in a monotone voice, scaring both you and Randy since he was always so lively. Once Randy got the message and walked away, Stu went to your side and placed a hand on your cheek.

“You okay?” He questioned as you nodded, “yeah, you’re really scary when you’re angry, you know,” you said with a nervous laugh. “I’m not angry, well, a little. I’m jealous he can touch you like that in public,” he admitted as you scoffed slightly and brushed his hand away. “Well i’ve already told you how you can fix that,” you said as you began to walk away from him, Stu quickly followed behind and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You said it yourself too that you didn’t want Tate or Sid to be mad at you if I broke up with her just for you. Besides, I know how turned on you get knowing we might get caught,” he said as he pulled away from you, making you flash him a little smile.

“Are your parents home for the night?” You asked as he smirked, “business trips,” “Tate?” “At Sidney’s, projects due tomorrow for chem,” he said as you held your hand out to him, gladly accepting your hand into his. “Let’s head to yours then,” you hummed. “Only if you promise I get to send Meeks some pictures of what he’s missing out on.”

#stu macher #stu macher x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader #stu macher brainrot #scream au #scream1996 #scream x reader

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softwebss · 2 years

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Oh m gee girl the last fanfic you wrote was just >>>> *chefs kiss* loved it- also act you knowing who I am hehehhshshde you might or might not ill never tell ;) anyway cos im obsessed with Peter Parker…. hc mcu! Peter Parker meeting y/n and falling in love with her in first sight, and doing everything he can to get her to like him~ bonus points if my dude mr. stark or Loki (loml) helps him flirt with herrr~~~~

🌸 anon <3

Oblivious (( peter parker x reader )) ♡ author's note: Flower anon you sure are cheeky >:D thank you for feeding ur hopeless writer with ideas huhuhuhu~ also im changing this bit format cos the old one looks horribly OOGLY ehhehsswdwdfsfs- also this is placed after homecoming but before far from home (aka when tony stark is alive because i refuse to believe he's dead lmao *cries*)

♡ synopsis: peter parker meeting y/n and falls in love in first sight, and tells her unexpectedly. strangers to best friends to lovers au.

♡ pairings: peter parker x fem!reader, platonic! loki x peter parker, platonic! tony x peter parker

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♡ warnings: fluff, strangers to best friends to lovers au, mild swearing, one sexual reference because tony blackmailed me and forced me to write that >:((, peter being a flustered MESS because I love him that way skdjksjsf

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You were the newest intern at Stark Industries. You couldn’t have imagine how you got in, compared to the hundreds of other people who applied. You squirmed into the building, awestruck at how the building was so large. You hitched your breath and kept the files close to your chest. A bag was pulled by your right hand, and as you entered the place you stopped to admire the architecture of it.

The place was bustling with fancy men and women in suits. You flushed, looking down to your attire. A casual oversized hoodie with a pair of black tights. Your hair was let open, and you thought you looked like a mess compared to everyone else.

All the posh ladies had their hair tied either in a bun or a ponytail. You shuffled through your purse to check if you had a spare scrunchie.

You suddenly heard a loud crash from behind. Startled you stumbled back. Before you could say anything, someone ran into you, pushing you back and making you drop all the files and paperwork.

“Not this,“ you mumbled, running a hand through your hair. This was not a good start to your day.

You bent down to pick the papers up, when an unfamiliar boy came to help you. He picked the files up before you could react and handed them over to you, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “Who-“ You were cut off by him apologising.

“I’m so sorry for shoving you, “ The boy went on, “I was running late and didn’t see you and I-“

“It’s fine,”

“You could’ve gotten hurt-“ “Nah,” You shrugged, “It really isn’t that big of a deal,”

The boy looked about your age. A bit taller than you, and he dressed around the same way. He was wearing a bone white shirt which read a geeky science joke. His curly brown hair reminded you of that one fictional character you had a crush on in first grade. The resemblance was uncanny.

“It isn’t every day you knock a pretty girl over,” He blushed, putting his hand in his pocket. “Why don’t I treat you for a cup of coffee to pay you back?”

Your cheeks reddened. The feeling of heat rose in your face. “I would- err- love to but,” you started, “I’m an intern here and if I bunk my first day, Mr. Stark would probably have a bad impression of me.”

He burst out in a grin. “I know Mr. Stark personally, and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you do it once. And I’ll obviously tell him I initiated the idea if he asks.”

You debated if you should go or not.

‘Heck,’ you thought to yourself, ‘I get the chance to talk to a cute guy who doesn’t think I’m a idiot for once, I’m not getting rid of this chance’

“It’s a date then!” You smirked, watching him blush.

—

Two months passed by. You were currently Mr. Stark’s favourite intern. Now that you knew Peter Parker (the boy) was also interning, you could spend all your time with him. You hanged out with the Avengers with him, and told all your secrets to him.

One time you caught Peter changing out of his Spiderman suit, and knew why he was disappearing at random times and why he knew everything about the Avengers (mainly because he is one)

Peter was your best friend, you couldn’t imagine what you’d do without him. He sneaked in your room during the night and talked to you for hours. You never told him about your little crush, scared that he wouldn’t return the feelings for you.

Little did you know, he was falling hard. From the moment he saw you, he was in love. Peter would do anything to steal little moments with you, from almost losing Aunt May’s trust from visiting you every night, to showing you top secret inventions in Tony’s lab. When you were in concentration to do anything, he stopped whatever he was supposed to do, and stared at you, taking in the essence of your elegancy (even when you were stuffing food in your face which did not look elegant to everyone but him)

Thing was, you didn't notice. This was the first time you had a best friend, and you couldn't draw the line between romantic or friendly. Peter would buy you a box of your favourite chocolate and the whole series of that one book series you've been wanting for the past week, and you'd say it was a 'best friend thing' as Natasha smirked evilly and Clint laughed hysterically

"BEST- OH GOD SAVE ME- NAT DID YOU HEAR THAT- AHAHAHAHA-" Clint wheezed. "Don't tease the young lovers," Natasha rolled her eyes playfully. "He isn't in love with me!" You exclaimed. "Suuureeee he isn't," Clint grinned, "The same way I don't think Thor is the hottest avenger." "Gaaaaayyyyyy," Tony yelled from across the room. "Like you don't think the same, Tin Can!" Clint stuck his tongue out

You huffed and walked out. Stupid Avengers. —

"She's so cute..." Peter thought out loud, from behind the entryway of the kitchen. You were doing your math homework on the kitchen counter, and you threatened to kill anyone who disturbed you.

Tony, who was making pasta in the, leaned back. "You think so?" He mused.

Peter stumbled back and balanced himself, scared from Tony's outburst. "Oh- mister Stark- h..hihi!" He said all too quickly. "I Didn't- didn't see ya- oh boy I did not see you there- haha-"

Tony raised and eyebrow and walked towards peter, draping an arm around him. "First of all kid, she has her headphones on so she can't hear us even if we scream," He said, "Second of all, cut the shit son." "What?" "Yeah, We know you like her" "WHAT!?"

Tony sighed. "It's not like you're hiding it well, you're acting like a lovesick dork around her."

Peter flushed. "I don't act like-" "You almost tripped on the stairs and broke your nose trying to give her roses on her birthday." "It was her birthday! I couldn't not give her something!" "Roses, parker. You gave her roses and you expect me to think you don't like her romantically."

Peter bit his lip. "Maybe I... Maybe I do have a small crush on her-" "Small?" "Fineeeeee, a big crush," He murmured, "But I know she'll never like a loser like me..."

Tony shrugged, glancing back at him, and then you. "Don't worry, kid. I have a few tricks up my sleeve." A smirk was plastered across his face, and Peter knew trouble was brewing.

—

"No, No I am not doing this," Peter vigorously shook his head, talking to this earpiece attached to his ear, where he could communicate with Tony and a specific mischievous god who overheard their little 'conversation' in the kitchen island when he sought some Swedish Fish He wore a slick black suit and tie, personally tailored by Loki, who took an interest at the 'spiderling's love life.'

There was a prayer to Freya, norse goddess of love, sewn on the cuffs in gold and tints of red, for good luck.

"Small Spiderling," Loki comforted, his silky smooth voice instantly calming Peter, "I have seen you with Lady Y/N. It is no secret that you have feelings for her, she is an impressively kind and considerate woman."

"I mean, loads of other guys like her too, y'know," Peter whispered into the bug.

"Trust me," Loki smirked, "I have my ways of guessing. 99.999% I'm right!" "If you aren't- I swear I'm gonna chop your horns off, Reindeer Games," Scowled Tony.

Peter took a deep breath, standing at your door, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers. "Kid, you did this before. Why can't ya do it now?" Tony asked through the earpiece.

"Because I wasn't confessing my eternal love for her that time!" Peter grumbled. He nervously knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer.

You swung it open, and were delighted at the sight of him. "Peter!" You said, gesturing him to come in. "I didn't know you were coming tonight!"

He flushed and handed the flowers over to you, "These- These are uh- for err.. for you," Peter stumbled on his words.

You twinkled, taking them from his hand. "These are wonderful, Petey!" You sniffed them, taking in the smell blissfully. "But.. What's the occasion?" you asked obliviously. Tony facepalmed from his end.

"Oh," He started, "I just, uh, wanted to tell you something for a, errr, long time."

You didn't hear him, and instead went inside to keep the flowers in water.

Tony groaned at your sickly sweetness. "Just do it already, spandex-man!"

Peter sat at the edge of your sofa, regretting listening to the two men. He just couldn't have been just friends. Hell, this could ruin your friendship!

He would rather be a platonic interest in your life than not even be in your life. He was sure you'd hate him if he said the dreading three words. How was a girl like you supposed to like a boy like him?

"How?" He murmured. You had your back turned to put the flowers in a pot.

"Just slide over with a seductive smile and confess. Who knows, you might even get laid today!"

"MISTER STARKKKKK!" Peter gasped. You turned around on your heel and furrowed your eyebrows.

"Is anything wrong, Petey?" You inquired. "N-nope!" his heart warmed at the affectionate nickname. The poor boy couldn't help but be a flustered mess. "Oooookaayyyyy" You said, giggling, and facing the other way.

Peter straightened his suit and fixed his tie, walking towards you. 'It was now or never' Loki stated.

"Petey?" You asked, at the sudden stance of him towering over you. You set the vase aside and focused on him. His impeccable jawline looked so sharp and dashing, that you almost forgot about the bumbling boy who you talked to all the time.

The room was getting a bit heated, and you just noticed this was the first time you saw him in a suit. No, not a superhero suit, but a proper tuxedo. "I have to tell you a secret," He started.

"And what is that?" You flaunted, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. "Do as we practiced," Loki demanded. Peter scrunched his nose and bent lower, looking you straight in the eye. You stood still, afraid to move a muscle. Was this charming boy, your Peter?

"You do know I'm the best secret keeper to ever exist. right?" You nervously bantered, a smile tugging at the edge of your face. "Promise not to tell anyone," He said breathily, his face meeting yours. You leant toward him, taking in the essence of his cologne. "I won't, promise," You whispered, dead serious. From across the line, Loki and Tony smirked deviously.

"You swear?" "I swear," "You really aren't going to tell anyone?" "Not a soul," "Not even your best friends, MJ or Betty?" "Just tell me already, you idiot!" You huffed.

Peter tilted his head and put and finger to your chin, raising it to meet his eyes. You stuck your tongue out playfully, rolling your eyes. Peter broke out from his sudden seriousness and laughed. You couldn't help but join in.

"Dude, what was that?" You wheezed incredulously.

"I'm sorry!" He cringed. He couldn't stop letting out loose laughter. Tony guffawed loudly from his end. Loki facepalmed at how badly his plan went.

The sight of you snickering hysterically, the light of the sun from the windows hitting you in such a way, that you looked ethereal, made his heart soar.

"I love you so much," Peter breathed out giddily. You paused, looking at him in awe.

"Petey," You mumbled in a small voice, "Did you just say you... you loved me?" "Uhhh-" Peter's face was beet red. He stammered gibberish and avoided your eye contact, when you pulled him toward you by the collar. You kissed him tenderly, and he felt extremely ambiguous from it. Your lips crashed against each other, locking into his. His entire body buzzed from the unexpected smooch. His cheeks were burning up, and his lungs clenched. You ran your fingers through his hair, messing it up. He rested a hand on your hip, pulling you against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and grinned eagerly through the kiss. You broke free and saw his stunned expression, and let out a loose chuckle. He caressed your face gingerly.

"Took you long enough," a snarky remark escaped you. Loki and Tony smiled knowingly, realising what the long silence meant. "I love you too."

"You don't know how relieved I am to hear an oblivious idiot like you say that,"

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #mcu! peter fluff

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cat3ch1sm · 2 years

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hello! I just your profile and I was wondering if I could ask for a protective light x reader. A jealous Misa on the side. Please

🥑| im so sorry this took so long omfg bro, i promise i didn't forget abt u<\33 here's ur request, iluu<3 i wrote this when I was very tired so im sorry if it isn't my best💔

You and the task force were on your way to a major breakthrough in the Kira case. Finally, the list of suspects had been narrowed down to one company: Yotsuba. And as even Yotsuba employees and heads began to die, that list was still being cut down. Now one of the prime Kira suspects was Kyosuke Higuchi, one of the heads of Yotsuba and an arrogant and senseless man who wouldn't be difficult to draw information out of with the right tool.

The right tool meaning the right person. The right woman.

After some slightly uncomfortable deliberation, L had decided to send you into the field to make contact with Higuchi directly- to basically seduce him into giving you the information you needed. It wasn't a decision he necessarily liked; he saw it as a little reckless, but with the scent of victory so strong in the air, it was a time to be reckless.

You had no issue with this, actually. You were thrilled to be of service, but you also felt very driven to catch Kira- you hadn't shared this with anybody else on the task force, but one of the criminals the murderer had taken down had been your father, who had been incarcerated for killing a man and his wife. However, your father had killed the couple due to the fact that they were responsible for an office explosion a decade or so back that had murdered your mother. You felt strongly that your father had had good reason to do what he did, and you were eager to see his suspected killer in person.

"Y/N, are you ready? Higuchi will be leaving the Yotsuba quarters shortly, and you will need to be outside when he comes out," L reminded you, spinning in his swivel chair to face you in his usual frog-like position.

"I think so," you murmured distractedly, tying your fitted top a little more tightly around your body. You knew Higuchi wasn't much of a gentleman, so your goal was to show as much of your body as possible without giving him too much.

L's expression turned questioning, and he cocked his head at you in skepticism. "Are you sure? We can't interfere once you meet with Higuchi, and we all know he isn't very polite."

You knew what L was implying- but you weren't worried. As a matter of fact, that was just what you were aiming for.

"I'll be fine, Ryuzaki. Anyway, like you said, I'd better get go-"

"But why nooooooooot??"

You were interrupted mid-sentence by a high-pitched, drawn-out whine that unmistakably came from the airheaded Misa Amane. With a slight sigh, you turned your head to see the blonde hanging on to Light Yagami's arm for dear life, trying to pull the man back. Light's visage was stony as he shuffled into the room, weighed down by Misa.

"Misa- I'm- busy," Light snapped, yanking his arm with each word. "We can go on a date some other time."

"You say that every day," Misa groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically. "And we still haven't done anything!"

Light only let out a long, exasperated sigh, giving up on trying to tear the blonde away from him. You arched a brow in amusement at the scene before preparing to walk out the door.

That was when Light caught sight of you- your midriff exposed and shirt tight around your chest along with the miniskirt you'd also thrown on. His eyes ran up and down your body, the color in his eyes dull as he made eye contact with you directly.

Feeling a slight shiver go up your spine, you started to walk away. "Alright, I'm off. Just to double-check, you all will be monitoring the interaction, right?"

L nodded. "Yes, Wendy bugged and put cameras in Higuchi's car a little while ago. All of our surveillance is already in place."

You nodded back at the detective just before you were about to step out- but before you got both feet out the doorway, you heard the surprisingly authoritative voice of Light Yagami from behind you.

"You can't go out like that."

"Huh?" You were so caught off guard that you stopped in your tracks and took a few steps back. "What do you mean?"

"The outfit. Higuchi. This isn't a good idea."

"Whaaaat? Light, I don't see that big a problem," Misa pressed, clutching his arm harder as she turned her attention to you, a nasty look on her face. "I mean, I wear stuff like that all the time around weird guys, and you don't say anything."

"Light, is there a problem?" L queried, looking from you to him, seeming a bit confused.

"I hate to make this an issue, Ryuzaki, but... I'm not sure how comfortable I am with the idea of Y/N being around Higuchi in the way that she plans to. Maybe we should rethink this." Light's tone was flat, but he seemed entirely serious as you stared at him, appalled.

"What? Light, Higuchi's meeting ends in ten minutes. I don't have time for-"

"No." Light cut you off with a sharp glare, and the intensity of it made you instantly stop talking. "You don't need to be seducing Higuchi- you're a respectable person and I admire your commitment to this case."

"I'm an adult, Yagami-"

"Yeah, Y/N's a grown-up! She can totally handle herself," Misa insisted, standing up on her tiptoes to try and meet Light's gaze. "I'm the one who needs protection. I'm your girlfriend, anyway, and what if I'm in danger cause you're on the task force?And I'm a celebrity, so that makes me way more of a target than her."

However, Light just moved his head away from her face, not responding to anything the girl said. Misa dropped back down on her feet and folded her arms petulantly, sticking out her lower lip in a childish pout.

"We'll send Misa instead," Light decided, stare still firmly fixed on you; you were forced to drop your eyes, completely stunned. Why was Light, such a normally stony and methodic character, suddenly... protective over you? And he was willing to send his girlfriend in your place?

"Light, if you want to do this now, the clock is ticking," L chided, not seeming to care too much about the situation unfolding.

"Yeah. Misa, I want you to take Y/N's place, alright?" Light finally turned to face the still stewing Amane.

Now you snapped out of your trance, jaw tightening. "Light, what the hell is the problem? I'm very capable of handling Higuchi by myself," you insisted defiantly.

Before Light could reply, Misa jumped all over your comment. "See? See? Let her go, who cares?"

"Me."

"But, Light-"

"Misa."

Light's visage had turned stony in an instant, his eyes unrelenting, and Misa's eyes widened. "Fine. Anything for you, Light." She finally released the arm of Light, who rubbed the sore limb irritably. Misa bounced over to you and stopped before turning around and throwing her arms in the air. "This means I'm stronger than Y/N, then, huh? She needs protection and I can go complete the mission!" Misa stuck her tongue out at you obnoxiously, which you hardly noticed.

"Yes, yes, but go now. We're already behind, Amane," L pressed, gesturing vaguely towards the exit. Misa waved one last time at Light before skipping gaily out the door.

With her gone, you and Light made direct eye contact- your stare demanding while Light's plainly said he didn't care to answer your questions. Idly, Light turned around, and went back upstairs without acknowledging you further.

You stared after him in shock while L watched you look after Light, seeming observant.

"That was rather unusual for Light, wasn't it?"

You sighed, exasperated. "Yeah."

#help i feel like i will die #so tired rn #l lawliet #light yagami x reader #dn headcanons #death note headcanons #light x reader #light x you #l lawliet x you #l lawliet x reader #light yagami x you

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dancer24 · 2 years

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my hero

hi! i don't usually write much but this idea popped into my head the other day and i couldn't get it out until i wrote this so hope u enjoy! :) (this was written with tom's peter in mind but can be read for any)

parings: peter parker x reader (use of y/n)

warnings: a little cursing, tiny bit of SA description, and slight description of injury

word count: 1.9k

summary: you and peter had been friends forever and you always walked home together from school. one day he has somewhere else he has to be, but nothing can go wrong, right?

comments/likes/reblogs are greatly appreciated :)))

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you and peter always walked home from school together. he would always walk you to your apartment and then he'd head home. he was sweet that way.

today however, he had told you that he had do something for the 'stark internship', meaning he had to go help tony out with something.

peter came up to you in the hallway before 1st period to relay the news; "hey y/n! i'm sorry but i can't walk you home today, i gotta do something for the internship right after school. you'll be okay though right? promise me you'll be safe?"

"pete you know i'm always safe, and don't worry about me when you have tony stark calling you for help" you laughed. "but you'll call me if anything happens right?" he says worriedly. "of course peter you know i will. but seriously i'm fine i can handle myself, im a big girl" you said and winked at him.

peter blushed and responded, "ok ok fine, you’re right. i wonder what tony needs me for today, do you think it's a mission? or maybe just some lab stuff? oooo i wonder if it's something with all the other avengers, that would be so cool!”. you stopped him before he could ramble any more, "pete i have a math test that i really can't be late to right now so i gotta go, see you at lunch!" you say as you turn to leave.

"ok bye y/n/n! good luck!" he yells after you.

...

school was finally over, and your math test had gone well (you hoped) and you started your walk home. you took out your phone to text peter that you were on your way to your apartment, then put it back into your pocket and continued on your way.

you were about 10 minutes away from your building when you felt someone following you. you thought you were paranoid at first and told yourself it was nothing and to ignore the uneasy feeling that came over you. however, after a few seconds you turned to look over your shoulder and sure enough, there was a tall man following you about 20 feet behind. you tried not to freak out to not make him aware that you'd seen him, so you slightly increased your pace just enough so he wouldn't notice, but he did. he started to pick up his pace too, so you went even faster to try to get away from him.

at this point you were almost sprinting, but he was so much taller that he quickly reached you once you'd begun to run. he grabbed you by the backpack and yanked you back into the nearest alley. he pulled off your bag and threw it to the side and grabbed your arm to try and pin you against the wall. you squirmed in his grip and tried to break free, which only made him angry and you felt him pull something out of his pocket.

he turns you around and pushes your back against the wall, and you come face to face with a large, sharp knife. your eyes widen as you stare in shock at the blade and the man smirks down at you. you try to scream for help, to get away before he can hurt you, "HELP, SOMEONE PLEASE! PETER HE-" the man slaps a big hand over your mouth and glares at you. "we can't have any screaming from you now can we little lady, we don't want anybody hearin ya" he sneers. you struggle against his grip as he stares down at you, "if i take my hand away there better be no screaming from you unless you want to get hurt okay?" he says as you slightly nod your head.

he lets go of you mouth and pushes you by your chest, back into the wall and he puts the knife up to your throat. "if you try to push me or scream or do anything that i don’t like, i will kill you, understand?" he asks with an evil smile. "yes" you say shakily, afraid you'll upset him, "good" he replies, "you're a pretty one, aren't you?" he rasps. you feel a hand start to touch you and pull at the waistband of your pants, but you’re too frozen in fear to move at all.

you mentally brace yourself for what's to come as you squeeze your eyes shut, but nothing happens. you open your eyes to see spiderman punching the man who's now on the ground and you watch as he gets back up to fight. the man dashes over to you and pulls you in front of him and puts the knife back to your throat, "if you come near me i'll kill her!" he shouts at the masked hero. you try to pull yourself out of his grasp but his fingers are digging into your shoulder and you can't get away. spiderman puts his hands up in surrender and says, "okay okay fine, just let go of the girl and i won't touch you". he tightens his grip, "now why would do that spidey? your not gonna hurt me if she's right here, but if i let her go who knows what you'll try to do, and i'm not takin that chance" he sneers. "i'm not going to hurt you, just let her go alright?" the hero says, but before the man can yell anything back, he's being webbed to the wall.

you yank yourself harshly out of his grip as soon as the first web is fired at him and you run to the other side of the alley and watch as spiderman restrains him, "you should really find better things to do dude, not cool". the concerned hero runs up to your cowering form in the corner, "holy shit y/n i'm so sorry this happened are you okay? i should've been there, i should've stopped him, i could've-" you cut him off, "hey, hey, hey, it's okay i'm okay. slightly terrified, but i'm okay" you reassure. peter takes off his mask, "i'm so sorry i wasn't there to protect you, you could've gotten hurt, or worse…” he trails off. you interrupt him, "but i didn't, okay? i'm here, you saved me, thank you so much pete" you say as you go to hug him. peter returns the hug, but he pulls away quickly; "we should get you home, let’s get outta here" he says. "yeah that's a good idea, lemme just go grab my backpack" you respond.

you turn to walk towards your bag, but a sharp pain blossoms on your lower left side that stops you in your tracks. to your horror, you look down and see a giant crimson splotch on your shirt where you had felt the pain a moment ago. the man must’ve stabbed you with his knife when you pulled yourself away from him after peter showed up. your adrenaline must have masked the pain of the wound from you until it now that it was wearing off. "uhm peter?" you ask shakily as you turn to face him, "i think, um... i think somethings wrong" you manage to say before collapsing to the groud clutching your bleeding wound. peter rushes to your side and crouches in front of you, "oh my god, oh my- fuck y/n what the hell happened to not getting hurt? i- uh- can you stand?" he says quickly. "i-i don't think so pete, it hurts so bad what do i do?" you here yourself stammer out as you look up at him. peter's eyes bug and you can see the gears turning in his head as he tries to figure out what to do, "oh god, um, i- shit, i have to get you to mr. stark- they have a medbay in the tower where they can help you. i'm gonna have to swing us there" he says then looks at you. as you’re quickly losing blood, your eyelids are becoming heavier by the second, "m so tired peter. can- can i take a nap please?" you ask him. "nonono no naps y/n you gotta stay awake for me, okay?" peter responds in a panicked tone while picking you up. you wince as he shifts you in his arms, “i’m gonna swing us to the tower okay? please don't close your eyes i need you to stay awake, can you do that for me please y/n/n?" he says with tears welling up in his eyes. "i can't do it pete" you cry, your own tears now streaming down your face, "m so tired”. peter glances down at you in his arm while he swings, "almost there y/n/n please, you can do it, don't fall asleep now okay? we're so close" he says, voice quivering. the pain in your side is now too much to take as you say, "im sorry" as your eyelids flutter closed.

...

you slowly blink your eyes open to find that you don't recognize where you are. you start to sit up but a stabbing pain in your side stops you before you can pull yourself up. as your eyes scan the room to try and figure out where you are, you notice a familiar figure slumped over in a chair next to you. peter is sitting next to your bed in a stiff chair in what looks like the most uncomfortable position, with his messy hair that he's obviously been running his hands through, and deep dark circles under his eyes. your heart breaks a little when you realize that he must've been here all night sitting with you. just as your about to attempt to sit up again, peter stirs. "hey pete", you say, your voice only just above a whisper. "oh my god y/n your awake! are you okay? does anything hurt? do you need anything?" peter blurts out. "im okay now, a little banged up and sore, but i'm okay" you reply with a smile. "well you said that to me before, and then you fell to the the ground and passed out in my arms because you got stabbed sooo, i think i have reason to believe otherwise" he says with a concerned look “you scared the shit out of me” he finishes softly. you look away in embarrassment as you begin to recall the events of the previous night. "i'm so sorry that happened y/n, i should've been there, i should've protected you" peter says solemnly. "this is so not your fault peter don't even try for one second to blame yourself okay? tony needed you and that's way more important than walking me home, and besides you got there just in time and im here and im safe with you alright? you can't blame yourself because some asshole decided to be a disgusting pervert and attack a defenseless teenage girl for no reason. this is not on you peter, do not think for one second that it is” you respond strongly. peter just stares at you astonished with wide eyes. you look up at him to meet his eyes, “thank you so much for being there when you were and saving me- i”, you pause and sigh sadly, “i could’ve died yesterday pete but i didn’t because of you, so thank you for being my hero” you say. peter looks at you and says, “you know i’ll always be there to protect you. i’m never letting anyone touch you ever again” he finishes with tears in his soft, kind brown eyes. you hesitate for a moment but then you look him in the eye and you say, “i love you peter” and he just stares back at you and grabs your hand and says, “and i love you y/n, more than you’ll ever know” as he leans in to connect your lips with his.

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#peter parker x reader #peter parker/reader #peter parker x you #peter parker oneshot

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jaeminify · 24 days

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finders, keepers. (M)

pairing ☆ na jaemin x f!reader

warning(s) ☆ suggestive, jaemin is a little possessive when he's riled up. daddy/sir kink. car sex. reader rides jaemin. breeding kink. finger sucking. slight choking kink. big dick jaemin.

author's note ☆ this is my first ever smut oneshot so i apologise if it isn't up to par or as good as a lot of many very talented writers here!! im quite intimidated to write about 7dream but its been a want to write about them so!!! yay tehe i've been wanting to step out of my comfort zone with writing so i went with it! comments and feedback/reblogs are appreciated <3 some words are a little repetitive and there may be some spelling errors cause i wrote this all in one sitting at 3am and was 2 eager to post it so i apologise in advance for the misspellings :,( will fix it when i reread !! hope you enjoy <3

"Baby you're clinging onto me a lot." Jaemin laughs softly when he feels you hug his arm tighter towards yourself.

Subconsciously you don't realise the way your breasts feel on his arms, but Jaemin's a gentleman. He doesn't say anything because he doesn't mind it, truly. He loves how clingy you are today and how pretty you look in your new outfit. He feels a surge of pride rush through himself knowing he played a part in making you happy.

You, on the other hand, while you were glad Jaemin had gotten a day off to spend his time with you, you were mostly thinking of the time. How long more until you two could drive home to beat the traffic, and more exactly; how long more until Jaemin would drive you both home so you could have him fuck you until you couldn't take it anymore.

"Jaemin," You whined, leaning against his chest now when the two of you enter the elevator.

In one hand Jaemin's holding all of the bags you both bought on your trip to the mall. The other effortlessly slides its way up your hips, to your torso then back down to rest on your hips as he pulls you closer. Had there been anyone else but the two of in that elevator, your public display of affection would be a little nauseating to say the least.

"Yeah, angel?" Jaemin turns his head to the side, pressing the button to the next floor you're heading to. He exhales a sigh of relief when he feels your lips on his neck.

It's a habit you do because you have to tiptoe to reach his lips, but Jaemin loves it.

"God, I love you baby." He breathes out, slipping his hand off your waist to grab your chin, tugging your lips up to his so you're forced to balance your hands onto his chest.

You giggle when he pecks your lips, letting him swallow your laughter while he repeatedly leaves a peck, two and more until the elevator indicates you've reached your floor.

The two of you continue on with your shopping with you dragging Jaemin to a few stores you see while he walks in after you with a lazy grin on his face. An hour passes and when Jaemin notices that your usual content smile isn't on your face anymore, he suggest to get a drink on the way home before you two walk back to his car. You know he does this to make sure you don't dehydrate incase traffic gets bad, and he's done it endlessly of times, but it never failed to make you smile.

It isn't until the two of you are back in his car when Jaemin realises the reason behind your effort in being affectionate.

"Fuck." Jaemin has to pull away from you lips, hands harshly tugging at your hips when you start to grind them against his crotch.

"Needed you so bad today, Jaem." You whined, resting your head on his shoulder while your hips had a mind of their own. "Need you now."

It wasn't like you wanted to cum before having Jaemin please you. But you had been holding on the entire day and you were desperate. So, desperate that Jaemin noticed it the second he pulled you in for a kiss when you got into the car.

"Shit— Fuck, baby I'm so fucking sorry." He murmured, pulling you in even closer than before so you were now pushed up against his chest. He thanks his past self for tinting his windows, but a small part of him wished he didn't.

For personal reasons.

When you start to grind against him even more, lifting up your skirt so he can grab your ass without having any material but your laced underwear under his hands, Jaemin throws all caution to the wind and doesn't care where he is.

Nobody understood his pain of having a beautiful, gorgeous looking girl look so needy in his lap.

Who was he to say no to making you feel good? He definitely wouldn't leave you on your own for this. He wouldn't forgive himself.

"Why didn't you say anything earlier, baby?" Jaemin cooed, leaving one arm to wrap around your middle while the other cupped your chin. He mocks your pout when you look up at him and only places his thumb against your lower lip.

"Poor baby's been suffering the whole day. Can't fucking believe I left you like this without knowing." Jaemin whispers and it's enough to raise goosebumps all over your skin. You don't respond, only looking up at him with your beautiful, gorgeous eyes that Jaemin drowns in. "Wish you could see yourself right now, angel. So fucking pretty."

You whimper at his words, hands coming up to clutch at his shirt, hands gripping tighter as your tongue slips out to lick his thumb. He pushes it deeper into your mouth, letting it rest on your tongue while you start sucking it. Licking the tip of his finger as though it were his cock, and making it known that you were thinking of him while you licked, and sucked, and licked and sucked.

"Thinking about my cock aren't you?" Jaemin smiles, a grin that looked borderline evil as if he had a plan ready in the back of his mind. "Suck more, baby. Take it in, take what I give you... this isn't even half of what you'll get, angel." He says, pushing his thumb in deeper.

"Want me to add another finger, baby?" As though they had a mind of their own, your hands move to grab a hold of his wrists.

When you pull away, it isn't to breathe but to lick at his other fingers. Specifically the ones you knew he loved to finger you with.

Jaemin smirks at this when he realises.

"Good girl."

His free hand kneads your ass, squeezing, slapping and occasionally jiggling when he can't have enough of it.

"That's enough baby," Jaemin pulls his fingers out of your mouth, leaning forward to kiss you deeply as his wet fingers slip down your skirt. His hands reach down to cup your cunt, and when he does you flinch a little.

Jaemin pouts as his thumb plays with your clit.

"Sensitive, huh?" He mocks, carefully gathering your slick as he prods with your sensitive point. You can't help but whimper at the feel of his fingers slowly entering you. "That's it. Gotta get you ready for my cock, sweetheart. You want it, don't you?" He says, condescendingly sweet that it makes you want to curse.

Jaemin's bottom lip juts out, "Don't tell me you changed your mind, honey." He coos once again, a habit he's gotten ever since he first made love to you and noticed how eager you got with dirty talk.

"That's not fair," While he continues to form coherent sentences, his fingers move skilfully inside of you. "You can't just rile me up then change your mind. Been wanting to feel your warmth around me all day, angel. It's not just you, trust me."

His fingers moving in a beckoning direction, making you grind your hips harder against him but Jaemin knows you well, and he knows how to tease you.

You have your arms wrapped around his neck, clinging on to him and you release soft moans near his ears that sound like music. What opera was for musicians, your moans were to his ears. He pulls your hand wear from his neck to place on his clothed cock.

Your eyes snap open when you feel him.

"Yeah?" Jaemin rests his forehead against yours, grinning lazily when he sees you glance down at his cock, knowing how his fingers were making you feel this good, you needed the real deal— soon.

"Look at how hard you make me baby, make me feel so good even when you're just making pretty noises." He lets you unzip his pants, letting out a shaky breath when your hands slip under his boxers. "You're such a good girl, angel. What'd I do to deserve you."

"It's only right to make you feel good, Sir." You whisper into his ears and rather than see, you feel him tense up.

As if you had flicked a switch, Jaemin's fingers slip out of your hole, and back into your mouth.

"Suck."

Your eyes are blown wide open, not expecting the sudden change in Jaemin's demeanour or the way his pupils have darkened as they stare back into your doe eyes.

As if realising how stern he sounds, Jaemin relaxed his tense shoulders but slightly raises his brow.

"Suck, baby. Don't make me repeat it."

Politely, you kitty lick his fingers, tasting your juice as he continue to praise you through your movements.

"That's right... Just like that angel." He praises, leaning forward to press a delicate kiss to your cheek when his hips suddenly raise.

You gasp at the contact and cling back onto him, but Jaemin has his hips raised in the air for a while and when you feel his tug his pants down, you realise what he's doing and raise your lower body off his temporarily to make it easier for him.

Once he's settled back in his seat, your hands instantly cup his balls, leaning forward you place a light feathered kiss onto his lips, smiling when he pulls you in for a much longer, deeper kiss that has you moaning in his mouth.

You move your hand up to the tip of his cock, smearing his precum all over the tip when he hisses.

"Don't tease, princess."

"Why?" You frown, and it takes everything in Jaemin not to turn you around and push you against the steering wheel until he's fucking up into you.

"I won't last, and I want to at least feel you around me." He breathes, saying it in one exhale that makes you feel exhilarated knowing you made him feel this way. "You wanna put it in for me, baby? Wanna be a polite girl and give Daddy what he wants?"

"Daddy needs me?" You smile, eagerly slipping his cock right into you where you need him.

"So much, sweetheart."

You slowly bottom out for him, and notice Jaemin biting his lip, trying to not make a sound with the way his arms lift to grab a hold of the handle above you. You hiss a little when you're completely sat on his lap, leaning into him so you can feel him against you.

You trace your lips up against his ear and lightly peck his earring. Then, you say, "Don't hold back Daddy. I wanna know how good I make you feel."

Jaemin groans and fights the urge to throw his head back against the car seat. Instead, he lowers his seat and holds you tightly against him, having his hips pistol his cock in and out of you as if his life depended on it.

"Dear fucking God, Y/N. I fucking love your pussy so much." He groans, this time he doesn't bother to hold back while you're holding on to him for dear life, moaning prettily for him to hear how good he's fucking into you.

"Feel how hard I am baby? Feel how good you're making Daddy feel? God, I can't believe you went the whole day without telling me how wet you were. You're fucking drenched, princess." He groans when he feels you squeeze around him.

"A-Ah!" You whine, tugging at the roots of his hair as you arch your back when Jaemin hits a spot that makes your knees tremble in its bent position. "Daddy!"

"I know," Jaemin huffs, his pace never faltering the harder he thrusts and deeper he groans. "Daddy's making you feel good, isn't he baby? You like how Daddy's cock fills you up?"

Eagerly you start to nod your head, but that isn't enough for Jaemin. He brings one hand up to your throat, gently caressing it while applying light pressure to the sides.

"Words, angel. Need your words so I know I'm not hurting you."

"Yes!" You shout, making Jaemin smirk as he fucks up into you. The only sounds in the car were your moans, his occasionally grunts and the lovely, oh most beautiful sound of skin slapping against each other. It made Jaemin go crazy knowing a simple noise could make him want to fuck you forever.

"Hear that baby?" Slap. His hand on your ass, "That's us baby. That's our fucking music coming together." He sits up to lick the tears that are falling down your cheeks, then groans in your ear. "Is this what you wanted, sweetheart? My little princess wanted this big cock to ruin her didn't she?"

You nod, unable to form proper sentences.

All Jaemin hears from you are your pretty moans and his favourite word from your lips.

"Harder, Daddy!"

You don't have to say it again for Jaemin to speed up his thrusts. Your boyfriend wasn't a gym buff when you met him, but that was a year ago and now he was insanely toned with the way his arms were now firm, his abs were heaven when you'd lick your way down to his pretty manhood.

And despite how rough he was thrusting into you, Jaemin had the skill of holding you so gently and kissing you so tenderly but firmly that you couldn't help but go limp in his arms.

"Daddy!" You yell, catching Jaemin by surprise. He was so caught up in the way your cunt sucked in his cock that your voice suddenly pulled him out of it.

"Gonna cum...! Jaemin, I'm close," You whine, clawing at his shirt to pull him closer as if he hadn't already been hugging you tight.

Something you did when you were close, was kiss Jaemin. And he had come to love it a lot, especially when you wouldn't want to stop even after you were done.

"Let it all go baby," Jaemin rubs his thumb against your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure and moving in circular motions to help you. "Let me hear your moans angel, let me know. Who's doing this to you?"

"Daddy! Ha.. Jaemin!" You scream out the loudest Jaemin's ever heard you, and pull him into you to land a kiss on his lips, and Jaemin almost bursts on the spot.

It's messy, it's sloppy and there's a lot of tongue, but it's the way you both don't care anymore that Jaemin finds himself weak for. His hands pull you roughly against him, hips colliding with yours as he lets out a few cursed words.

"So fucking close baby, Daddy's gotta cum." Jaemin warns, giving you a sign to tell him where to cum. Otherwise he's sure he won't let go and he won't slip out.

"Inside."

You're clinging harder onto his shirt, pulling his lips dangerously close to yours that you feel his breath on your lips.

As if knowing Jaemin was gonna pull out, you hook your legs around his body to confirm your words.

"Baby no—" Jaemin shuts his eyes, wincing when he knows he can't hold it in any longer. "Princess, tell me where to cum or I'll burst. Please baby, help Daddy."

"Inside Daddy," You repeat, this time whispering into his ear. "That's my one wish, please? I'm on the pill. Got it jsut last week so you could spill your seed inside of me." You lick his lips to rile him up more, knowing from the look on his face alone, he was gonna do it.

"Wanna carry you inside of me wherever I go."

"Fuck— you're dangerous, Y/N."

You smile at this, shaking your head as you grind your hips one more time to help him. Your cunt was sensitive but you could hold out.

"Cum, Daddy."

"Such a good. Fucking. Girl." Jaemin thrusts three more times before finally, he spills inside of you and the both of you relax your bodies against each other.

Jaemin doesn't pull out immediately, and you don't rush to either. You let him stay inside of you until he gets soft. In the meantime, you both catch your breath.

You rest your head on his shoulder, leaving a trail of random kisses on his neck while he caresses the top of your head.

#jaemin imagines #na jaemin imagines #na jaemin oneshot #na jaemin smut #nct dream imagines #nct dream smut #nct dream scenarios #na jaemin scenarios #na jaemin dilf #jaemin dilf smut

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lover-nb · 2 years

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THIS IS MY ORIGINAL WORK!!!!

I do not consent for my works to be published anywhere else!!!!

Likes and reblogs are welcome as long as credits are given.

This is a salvis story that come to my mind a while back. Im a slow updater cause of school and I’m working on other things and have a life outside of all of this.

If you do not like this then I’m sorry but that’s really it.

Don’t like? Don’t read. If there’s any grammar or anything please DM me with the sentence and how you think it should be written.

Anyway there isn’t any warning that I can think for this but if there is any please let me know!

As well as anon ask (or non anons) are always welcome for anything!

If you’re still here please enjoy!

“Alrighty that’s the last of this truck.” Travis said closing there tailgate if the busted white pick up truck. He wiped his forehead and looked out at the fields still needing to be harvested. Blueberries bushes in rows as far back as the eyes could see. He stood there three rows away from the long gravel drive way that ran down the whole field length. His dad sat in the truck and sped off with the load back to the farm to be packaged. Travis didn’t mind the work, he had nothing better to do. He did mind the heat, he had on a shite T-Shirt and blue jeans that sat upon his sunken hips, his busted up ripped boots that he wore only when doing field work, and the hat that should’ve been replaced years ago that kept little sun off of his rosy cheeks. He took off the sweat drenched shirt and threw it down, his shoulders and chest were speckled with small brown hazes of freckles and scars from work and “home accidents”. His back was also covered in the light scars but not as many of the darker specks. He picked up another basket with his busted up hands, and put it by a bush and started pulling all the berries into the bucket.

“Just this last one and I can call it a day.” He sighed to himself looking at the setting Sun. After a while of picking and filling the bucket from 3 bushes he wrote down a few things on a small note pad he kept and then carried the backer with him down the gravel road to start the long walk home. He didn’t mind the long walk up the drive way as the sun was setting. He walked opposite of the sun towards the farm. He stopped a little ways away when he spotted a light blue, unnatural to the normal blue bushes peaking through in an overgrown section of field that wasn’t in use anymore.

Travis set down the 5 gallon plastic white bucket and slowly crept closer towards the section. He got lower to the ground and peaked through the bush 2 rows away. That’s when he heard a loud hisss from in front of him a bit farther. Travis looked up quickly as the light blue swished in front of him and ran away with the orange tabby cat following close behind. He fell backwards into his butt before getting up and running after the, girl? Blue pigtails swung from the sides of the head. Travis tried to run but couldn’t keep up, the person made it to the fence and climbed it with a bucket of his farms blueberries. The person looked at Travis with a while and pale pink mask covering three face. Travis’ blood ran cold at the sight before the girl slipped off the fence and ran off.

Travis drug himself back towards the drive way and picked up the bucket. He continued on his way to the farm hoping that his father wasn’t to find out about the “guest” on the farm. He got to the barn and get all the animals put away in their stalls, the cows and chickens into their right pens and pastures, fed the horses, and washed the days harvest on the long conveyer style sink they had that washed the berries and packaged them in the side barn. He put all the blueberry packages into the refrigerated room until tomorrow for delivery. He went up the hay loft to his hand build “room” that consisted of a bed, nightstand, small bookshelf, and dresser. He went back down the ladder after grabbing some clothes and took a cold shower to wash all the sweat and dirt off of him and to clear his mind of the image of the, human? Creature from the fields earlier. He got out and got dressed then drying his hair. He closed the barn up and locked it and climbed back up the loft and into bed. His mind ran all night of the blue hair as he left the color over take him. He needed to get to sleep he had school tomorrow morning and had to make sure he got the bus in time.

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damnedparker · 2 years

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ramen

pairing: tasm (andrew garfield) peter parker x reader (afab & non-binary reader; no (y/n))

warnings: coming out! fluff, insecurities discussion but everything is a-ok :) again reader is afab ! im really only comfortable writing w my own experiences right now as writing is kind of. a coping mechanism for me

summary: a little ramen turns into a confession

this is rly just a self indulging fic... there's so little fics about nonbinary readers and stuff out there without it being vague so i just threw this out in my notes app cause i cant sleep. being home has really not been great for me regarding my identity sooo self comfort i guess. idk how to cope but peter parker would support me!

again this is pretty specific to my experiences with my gender and like... an ideal way for a coming out experience for me would be i suppose? so not everyone will relate or may agree w this scenario and thats totally okay! i just wanted to share in case someone else needed it like i did when i wrote it. i hope you all are doing well. take care of yourselves, and if no one else supports you i do, and peter definitely would.

"Peter?"

"Hmmmm...?" He signaled that he was listening, working on patching up a hole some drunk guy had managed to open in his spidey suit with a broken beer bottle.

"You love me, right?" Your question seemingly surprised your boyfriend, as the needle slipped and he poked himself, letting out an ow, shit before setting the project aside and turning his head to where you were standing in the kitchen, watching water boil for your ramen.

"Of course I do," he answered without hesitation, unnecessarily climbing over the back of the sofa to join you. His arms wound around your waist and he craned his neck to press a warm kiss to your cheek. "More than anything. Is something wrong?"

"I mean... no... not really, I--" you sighed, turning around and backing away from his hold slightly to lean against the counter. His eyebrows furrowed, clearly becoming concerned at the sudden space between the two of you. It was abnormal for the two of you not to be glued together. "I've just been... thinking. I've struggled a lot with who I am for... for ever since I can remember and I was talking with some friends recently, and," you felt like throwing up. You couldn't get the words out. "Would you still want to be with me if I... was... wasn't a girl?" It seemed to click in Peter's head as to where you were going, and he nodded, tentatively reaching for your hand to respect your space, but not knowing how else to be reassuring in that moment. If there was one thing you knew for sure about your boyfriend, it's that his love language was physical touch.

"I love you no matter what. It doesn't matter to me what you identify as--" he stopped himself, tilting his head. "Well, it does matter to me, I know it's important to you and especially if you've struggled with it, and I'm--"

"Peter," you stopped him with a squeeze of his hand.

"I'm rambling again aren't I?"

"Uh-huh," you smiled. He never changed. Peter mumbled an apology and nodded at you, encouraging you to continue. "I just-- I don't feel like a girl... I never have, really? I don't know. I know I'm not a boy either... I think I'm just. Somewhere in between, or off the map, something... I don't know..."

"Non-binary?" Peter supplied, tangling his fingers with yours.

"Yeah. Yeah, exactly, actually," you let out a breath you hadn't realized was stuck in your chest. "I'm... sorry if that makes things weird."

"You don't need to apologize for being who you are," Peter shook his head, bringing his arms around you again. "You're still you, no matter what. The love of my life."

"Are you sure...? It doesn't make you... less attracted to me or anything?"

"Are you kidding?" He tilted his head again, in that Peter way, almost like a puppy. "You? The hottest piece of ass in New York?"

"Don't objectify me when I'm coming out to you!" You jokingly scoffed and shoved his shoulder, then followed his movements by burying your reddened face in his chest. "Seriously, though? Do you mean it?"

"One thousand percent, baby," he squeezed you close, swaying you a little affectionately. "You're the same person you've always been, just with an extra boost of confidence in who you are. And I'm proud of you."

"Really?" You pulled back. He gently knocked his forehead onto yours with a toothy grin.

"Very. You're you, always will be. And I love you."

"I love you so much, Peter." You murmured, unconsciously reaching back towards the stove and bumping your hand into the absolutely burning hot pot still boiling water. You held back a loud swear, a bit of tears forming in your eyes at the pain. Peter reacted with lightning quick reflexes, gently pushing you to the sink to run cold water over the burn.

"See? You're so hot you burned yourself," the shitty joke flew from his mouth like it was second-nature. You were speechless, hitting his shoulder with the hand not under the stream of cold water. Peter was grinning, you laughing, and he sealed the moment with a loving kiss, pressing his body into yours. You were so happy you wanted to cry. Peter pulled away at the smile your lips were forming against his, pressing a few more kisses to the rest of your face before swiftly turning to finish making your soup for you.

The next five minutes or so were filled with conversation so casual you couldn't believe it was regarding you just coming out to your boyfriend of a few years. This was something you'd been contemplating since you were young enough to comprehend the idea, and something that had bothered you more and more recently. Once you had set your mind on talking to Peter about it, you had built it up so anxiously in your mind you imagined it being a serious sit-down conversation filled with frowns and tears. Instead, Peter was contentedly making your soup for you and asking you about names and pronouns like it was any other night in together. It made you wonder what you did to be so lucky to have someone so supportive in your life.

"Ramen's all done, let's see your hand," he made sure to turn off the stove before gently taking your hand from under the water. The skin on the back of your hand was pretty red and angry looking, but nothing too bad. Peter examined it like it was a bullet wound. "Does it still hurt?"

"Yeah, but I can deal," you winced when he prodded gently at it. He gave you an apologetic look, digging in a nearby drawer before tearing open a Band-Aid with his teeth. At this point, there were first-aid supplies stashed all over the house in case Spider-Man needed fixing up.

Peter gently smoothed the bandage over the main area of the burn, where a blister would probably soon form. He pressed a soft kiss over it for good measure.

"It's not often I get to patch you up instead of the other way around," he murmured. "How are you feeling?"

"It's a burn, P, it's not--"

"I mean, in general, sweetheart, I know that wasn't easy to tell me."

"I... feel good. Feels easier to breathe, I think." A small smile crept across your lips. Peter returned the expression.

"Good." He nodded, giving you a peck on the lips. "Can I have some of your ramen?"

#andrew garfield peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #my fics #peter parker fluff

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ven7s · 2 years

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in the meantime, let yourself cry and feel

ー tsukishima kei x gn!reader ; wc ? ; genre hurt-comfort uhh vent fic idk

warnings: suicidal thoughts

a/n: from my notes that i wrote at like 1 am lol. i havent edited it, and i dont think i will, but this is really personal to me and its something that i want to share i think. to anyone whos struggling, i love you so much and i see you.

tsukishima never thought he would see you cry.

its 1:17 am and hes standing at the doorway, shoes still on, holding a bag filled with snacks he knows you like.

of course, he knew you had your flaws but with love came the idea of holding you far higher than anyone else. he saw the ugly and the good, yet he always still believed you were an invincible force that could overpower anything. but at 1:17 am on a wednesday night, tsukishima kei realizes you really arent.

and as the situation starts to hit him, tsukishima doesnt know what to do.

he watches you wipe away the tears in a rush ー probably to hide yourself from him, he thinks.

after a split second of hesitation, he slips off his shoes and walks to where you sit: you face the opposite direction with your face tilted downwards.

tsukishima sits down next to you and slips his hand into yours, interlocking your fingers with his.

“i bought some snacks,” he says, his voice is gentle and you feel the light squeeze of his hand.

you dont say anything except squeeze back and he knows youre saying thank you. the silence isnt uncomfortable, but its not exactly nice either. tsukishima knows not to mention your disheveled hair or the dozen waterbottles scattered around the room or the bottle of pills on the kitchen counter. instead, he opens a bag of snacks, handing you one before rubbing his thumb against yours.

“im tired. im really tired.”

“i know,” tsukishima whispers.

“i dont like /this/,” you say.

“i know,” tsukishima repeats.

you feel your heart stir because it’s odd ー the fact that a bottle of pills give you a sense of comfort, the knowledge that you could escape at any moment.

“i hate this.” /i hate me./

“i want to leave.” /i want things to get better./

he listens.

the pills you think about (too) often sit on the counter when they should be sitting in the cupboard only used for when you feel sick.

you look at tsukishima and you see the shiny coat over his eyes and the slight red under it. you know he wants to say something as consolation but he remains quiet and listens.

and, this time, your heart aches.

tsukishima inhales.

“im tired,” you say again. your lips are bleeding from the peeling of your skin and your eyes are puffy.

exhales.

he wraps his arms around you and you feel the tremble in his shoulder. its then when you start to let go. you cry into his chest and despite the fact that hes wearing his favorite sweater he doesnt stop you.

“i dont want to stay,” your voice is muffled and comes out quiet with hiccups in between, "im sorry." ー he hugs you tighter.

“i know its hard. i know its scary, but not yet.”

inhale again.

“itll get better. hang on for a little more. someday, itll get better.”

exhale again.

“in the meantime, cry and let yourself feel.”

and you do. you let everything youve piled up for months (maybe even years) to come toppling down. and you realize in the midst of it all that you still want to leave. that youre still tired. because your heart still aches. but you also realize that your heart feels just a little lighter than before.

and you know things will still be hard day after day. and there will still be moments when youll want to leave ー from waking hours till nightfall when you really should be sleeping.

but in the meantime, you’ll let yourself heal, even if its temporary.

you’ll let yourself be vulnerable and youll let yourself be seen for now.

#tw #tw suicidal thoughts #v.feels #its weird. i was officially diagnosed j 6 months ago. n its still weird #i hate saying that i have depression or that im going thru a depressive episode. it j feels icky. like i dont have the right to say it #it makes me feel immense guilt to have depression -- for my parents friends people who r struggling n myself -- n i hate that #but the thing is i /want/ to feel things wo guilt submerging itself into my emotions. i want to let myself heal #the guilt of going thru smthng n knowing that there are others going thru sm more. so the question is why am /i/ struggling?#im only 15. it rlly is an awful feeling.#i repeat to myself that things will get better but simultaneously ik i wont /let/ myself get better. i know that i am the problem n that #my identity is built on my sadness #but for now i will (temporarily) mend myself w words. until the wound opens again these words will let me continue on.#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu angst #hq angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #hq drabbles #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima kei fluff #tsukishima angst #tsukishima kei angst #tsukishima kei drabbles #tsukishima drabbles #tsukishima imagines #tsukishima kei imagines #+🪼

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f3itansgirlygirl · 3 years

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drivers license - suna rintarou

part 2 right here

inspired by the song driver's license

his house is right there, right in front of me.

sitting in the car biting my lip holding back the sob that threatened to escape, how did it become like this? how did i end up sitting in here alone while you went off with her? that was supposed to be me, you said you would wait?

suna rintarou

a beautiful boy, his smile never failed to warm your heart. the way he would hold you in his arms, pout when you weren't paying attention, brush your hair behind your ear, the way he would kiss you and buy you your favorite drinks or take you to that little park you loved so much as you guys watched the sunset and fell in love all over again.

then how did it get like this?

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“hi my name is l/n y/n and i'm your new manager!,” you introduced yourself. was a first year at inarizaki and needed to get into a club, atsumu decided to introduce you to the coach and give in a few words.

looking around the team you felt a nice presence, and that's when your eyes landed on his, those green piercing eyes. having his knees to his chest laughing at atsumu for trying to punch him for showing him something on his phone.

the way his laugh died down but kept a smile as he looked at you.

you blushed but became distracted as kita called you over.

“thank you guys for accepting me have a good night!,” you said grabbing your bag and leaving. “wait up i’ll walk with you,” you heard a voice behind you say. you turned to hear the voice and it belonged to him.

you guys walked under the stars, you shivered forgetting a jacket and that's when he looked at you and smirked. “the old jacket technique huh let me guess you want me to take mine’s off and give it to you,”

you gasped and looked right at him, “no i actually forgot you weirdo whatever i guess i'll walk faster,” you said speeding up. “wait i’m just teasing here i have a hoodie it’s my sleeping in class hoodie so better not ruin it.”

you took it hesitantly but put it on either way, it was big and burgundy and my god the scent you can still remember to this day how good he smelled like. “looks good on you maybe i’ll let you keep it,” he said as you guys continued to walk.

that was your first interaction, your first words to each other and one of the many nights you guys have come to spend together

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everything else came easily, even though having a age gap it didn’t stop your feelings whatsoever, and also never stopped him from showing affection.

you still remember your first kiss

how he kissed you by surpised on the slide of a old park where you guys sneaked out to get ice cream.

still remember how he started bringing extra hoodies and hair ties since you had a habit of forgetting both.

still remember that night under the stars in the backseat of his car when he looked at you and told you he was in love with you.

you teared up staring at him as he giggled softly caressing your face, holding your waist even more closer to his chest as your bodies connected.

“i love you rintarou,” you smiled crying softly.

he looked at you rubbing your tears away, “and i love you y/n l/n,”

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how it was such a good 6 months. looking back you should have seen the way you guys would only hang out around the night or weekdays.

how he wouldn't hold your hand in school or only be affection around the team.

and how you guys weren't exactly official, never asked you officially to be his but hey because of the memories spent together you thought of course your his and he’s yours.

you first saw her when she came through the doors, holding his notebook as she apologized but nevertheless gave him a smile and he gave one back. she was pretty- like really pretty.

pretty blue eyes, blonde long hair, beautiful body.

“so this is what overthinking feels like huh,” you mumbled as you shook your head and went back to setting the net up.

after practice you and suna as always walked home

you guys decided to take a detour heading to your park where many memories were made.

“hey rin,” you asked as you looked over the river that was by the bridge. “yes love?,” he replied. “what are we?,” you asked him.

please say im yours...

“well your younger than me, i want you to be mines and you already are, always and forever sooo how about this,” he turned to look at you and bent down so his head was right at yours. “when you become a 2nd year and get your driver's license we can officially be together yeah? i'll get down on one knee and ask you to be mine,” he rolled his eyes as you giggled.

he stuck out his pinkie and you stuck out yours. “you’ll wait for me?,” you said.

he wrapped his pinkie around yours, “always, make sure you just don't crash don't want you dying before your mine but yes i promise i will wait for you l/n,” suna smiled grabbing you and pulling you in for a kiss.

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finals came up and yes you and suna got distant due to you studying, yet you weren't nervous you were excited to finally walk down the halls holding his hand.

looking back you should have seen the signs of him not texting you often or wanting to help you, you shrugged it off maybe he was struggling in some classes too.

finally the day was here, texting osamu all morning about how you would pick them up for school so you can show off to suna.

laughing driving up to school with the twins, you got out the car and seeing suna’s back against one of the walls

you were about to call out for him until you saw her again. this time she was wearing the burgundy hoodie, and he was the one holding her hand. he was smiling? the smile he gave you specifically to you he was giving to her.

tears filled your eyes.

“y/n chan.. i’m-” , “its okay atsumu just get to class okay?,” you turned around hand shaking as you hold your keys, tears spilling down your eyes. “i'm going to be okay,” you smiled. “no, you’re crying,”

“i said i’m okay, i’m just going to leave,” you said running to your car and getting the fuck outta there.

leaving you saw atsumu go up to suna and scream at him.

your heart felt like it was being pulled, this can’t be real?

you headed home, slamming your door and falling to the ground, how could you rin?

flashes of him and her passed your mind seeing how happy he was.

you looked underneath and saw a photo on the ground. your grabbed it and sat on your bed, it was you and him in a photobooth smiling and then kissing. underneath in his handwriting he wrote “my love always and forever,”

you felt like throwing up, so this is what heartbreak feels like.

you were hurt mad even at the fact that before anything was able to happen it was already ruined. you cried yourself to sleep wanting to ignore the pain/

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you woke up around 9 p.m, you were confused but remembered all that happened today

“so that wasn't a horrible dream?,” you tried to laugh it out but really couldn’t.

you needed fresh air, you changed into sweatpants and a baggy shirt.

going for a drive blasting music, you didn’t know where you were going but you just needed to feel the air flowing past you. you stopped at the red light, everything was getting blurry tears now leaving as you hit the steering wheel.

you kept driving and ending up parking in this neighborhood, being very familiar but automatically knowing where you ended up. you looked to your right and saw his house.

you were about to get off trying to get closure you said, needing answers still trying to doubt everything and thinking maybe this was a horrible joke from the twins and him but then you got all the closure you needed. seeing as the door opened revealing the girl coming out.

your heart dropped seeing how happy they were and dare you say actually look good together. he smiled down at her and grabbed her for a kiss.

you gasped as a heart wrenching sob escaped your lips, she walked away as he never took his eyes off her figure.

that was me.

he then looked turning his head and made eye contact with you, you just silently laughed as you shook your head at him and turned on the car leaving. “y/n wait!,” you heard him say as you left.

you headed to the small park and sat in the slide looking up as you laid down and finally let everything out. “never knew your waiting was just a short trial did i have to pay for millions of hours?,” you cried as you looked up in the sky seeing your memories replay in your head

‘Cause how could I ever love someone else’ And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever now I drive alone past your street’

your phone dinged as you look who texted you

suna rin: y/n we need to talk... suna rin: please, i am so so sorry just hear me out. suna rin: i really did wait i just, please let's just meet up.

you texted back

“im really happy for you suna, goodbye rintarou.”

you then deleted his contact as you took a deep breathe and sat up.

“i still see your face

In the white cars”

you grabbed your head, “was i not good enough?,”

“We crossed I still hear your voice In the traffic We're laughing”

flash back

“you know i think we're meant to be,” suna said from your bed as you were on your laptop finishing some things. “wow such a hopeless romantic,” you smiled at him as you were putting back your earphones. “just maybe right person wrong time,” he said softly. you looked back at him, “i'm sorry did you say something,” you asked him. he just shook his head, “nothing i was just saying your a nerd,” he said as he threw a pillow at your face. “you know what,” you got up and jumped on top of him both laughing.

flashback over

‘God, I'm so blue Know we're through But I still fucking love you, babe’

you finally realized what he said, right person wrong timing

you looked up at the cherry blossom tree and softly smiled

“your right suna we really were meant to be just right person, wrong time.”

i guess not every love story is meant to be complete.

the end.

#suna #suna rintaro imagine #suna rintaro x you #suna rintarō #inarizaki #heartbreak #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #angst #suna rintarou #suna rintaro hcs #suna rintarou x reader #haikyu x reader #atsumu #miya twins #x reader #sad #romance

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etherealyoungk · 2 years

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when it's that time of month - seungcheol

warnings: none, only fluff.

wrote this to comfort myself cause i was feeling like shit all day and it's my time of month and im so emo right now, but enjoy reading :)

these last few days i've been feeling off. i've been feeling weird, cranky, impatient, craving more sweet stuff and just feeling more tired than usual, not the mention the throbbing headache i had last night, which didn't let me sleep properly. and today i woke up feeling extra weird and just off. halfway through the day i got my answer - my periods. of course, no wonder i was feeling like so bad and off.

i change into something else and groan as i can feel the cramps setting in. i head to the kitchen to make myself a hot water bottle. i put the water on the stove and closed my eyes, trying to center myself letting out a sigh.

"hey babe, you okay?", seungcheol, my boyfriend asks. concern flashes in his eyes as he looks at me.

i sigh even harder. "periods", i say and he immediately understands, his gaze softening.

i grip the countertop as another cramp sets in, wincing in pain and he immediately comes to my side, noticing my discomfort and pain.

"hey, it's okay, i'm here", he says trying to look at me but my eyes are closed as i try to bear with the pain.

"you go rest, I'll get the hot water pack for you", he says softly and he guides me to the bedroom.

he goes back to the kitchen and i close my eyes, burying my face in my palms. he comes back a few minutes later and he gently places the hot water bottle on my stomach and i give him a grateful smile. i feel so drained and feel like shit.

"you look really tired", he says as he takes a seat next to me, taking my hand in his, the warmth from his hand a reassuring comfort.

"i feel like shit", I say and he pouts.

"do you wanna sleep?", he asks.

i nod saying no.

"you want anything else? coffee? tea? chocolate? snacks? you name it and i'll get it for you, love", he says sweetly. i smile softly.

"maybe some coffee?", i say and he gets up, going to make some for me. he comes back with a cup of coffee and gives me a kiss on the forehead, saying he has to attend a zoom meeting for the next two hours and that i shouldn't move from the bed and should rest. i nod and he ruffles my hair sweetly before going.

it's been almost two hours and seungcheol is still in the meeting and im feeling hungry so i get up and slowly waddle to the kitchen, my cramps are still there but subtle enough that i can walk around a bit. as i am craving something sweet, i open the fridge, my eyes landing on the peanut butter. i grab it and some bread hungrily. but as im trying to open the jar, i struggle as the lid is screwed on too tight. it won't open. i try for another minute but no luck and i swear im this close to losing it. blame my hormones but i got so impatient and mad that it wasn't opening i started tearing up in frustration and just then i hear seungcheol call out for me.

"baby where are you? i told you to rest why -", he stops what he's saying as he sees me, my hands holding the jar of peanut butter that's not opening and my frown.

"this damn jar won't open", i grumble to him, pouting as i hold it out for him to open. i see him trying to stifle a laugh and smile, but the dimple in his cheek doesn't lie. he finds this situation a tad bit amusing. he takes the jar and places it on the counter after opening it and then i can't take it anymore so i crash into his arms. he instantly wraps his hands around me and i bury my face in his chest, suddenly feeling embarrassed that i got upset over such a small thing.

"stupid jar", i say, hitting his chest lightly and he lets out a soft chuckle.

i look up at him and his hand cradles my neck and cheek gently and i find myself leaning into it.

i finally make my sandwich and eat with some more coffee. then i head back to the bedroom to rest.

"anything else you need?" he asks. "i don't want you breaking the house" he adds and i give him a glare.

"sorry sorry but that situation was kinda funny," he says and i reach out to whack him again but he dodges, laughing.

"i want you", i say and it catches him off guard and he stops laughing. but then he smiles, the dimple on his appearing as he smiles making him look adorable.

"don't go, stay with me", i say pouting and he can't say no so he comes under the blankets next to me, scooping me gently in his arms as he pulls me closer to him.

i lean into him and he intertwines his hand in mine.

"i still feel like shit", I say.

"i know what will make you feel better", he says and turns his head.

"i'm glad", he replies, placing another soft kiss on my temple.

i turn to look at him and he leans forward, locking our lips in a gentle kiss, his hands loosely and gently wrapped around my waist. i sighed, letting my tiredness go in his warmth, letting him kiss me until he pulls back with a goofy dimple smile on his face.

i couldn't help but smile too.

"i do feel better", I said and he placed a small kiss on my cheek too.

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another-stark-sub · 3 years

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“Are you in love with him?” - Tony Stark Imagine

Notes: I wrote and editted this in two hours instead of going over my notes. Was gonna be spicy fluffy but it just turned into fluffy, and one of the lines/paragraphs (smth like that i dont remember how long that segment was) is based on/inspired by a fanfic on ao3 I bookmarked. I think it’s debt-free, but I could be wrong. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I’m so sorry im not on here more oftennnnn

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“Of course I am. He’s Tony Stark.” You sighed, a weight finally lifted off your chest. “Who isn’t in love with him?”

Bruce blinked a few times, the confusion evident on his face. “Then, why don’t you tell him?”

You scoffed. These geniuses think they know everything, but they couldn’t see what was glaringly obvious to you. “He’s Tony Stark.”

The perplexed expression didn’t disappear from your friend’s expression. So, you explained further, “It’s already a privilege, beyond that really, to be talking to you, to any Avenger. To work with any of you is an honor, and to be friends with you” -you laughed- “it shouldn’t even be possible for someone like me.”

“Don’t say that. You’re amazing, too.”

You tried to find any tick, any clue that he was lying. But Bruce seemed to really believe this. “I know I’m amazing.” You shrugged. “I’m great. I love and I care deeply, and I have a stable job. I have a place for myself, and I take care of myself.” You clicked your tongue. “However, you all, all you Avengers… Forget out of my league, more like off planet.

“And Tony? He said it himself. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Add superhero, figurehead, public figure, ex-CEO, and savior of the universe. Bruce, I have confidence in myself, but Tony is something else entirely. No one is worthy of him or his affections unless they’re a god or another Avenger.”

It was hard to keep up with the statistical analysis you were trying to run. The literal one on your hologram and the one keeping your view of Tony in check. So, defeated, you sighed and leaned back in your chair.

Bruce closed his own work and stood across the lab bench. “Weirdly enough, I’m sure none of us Avengers think that way.” After a few taps of his pen against his palm, he added, “Aren’t there fans making posts about you, too? Tony showed me the, uh, Instagram videos.”

You laughed. “Fan edits don’t make an Avenger. Saving the world does.”

He shrugged. “You help us save the world.”

“From inside Avengers Tower on a computer.” You took a deep breath. “Look, Bruce, I appreciate what you’re trying to do. But, I’m not telling him.” You shrugged and brought your statistical analysis back up.

You knew your own worth. You were worthy of an amazing partner and person. Tony Stark, though, was easy beyond that. You had accepted it soon after you realized your own feelings, and while they haven’t dwindled, you knew it was for the best.

~ - ~

Tony had never resorted to this before. It was never a question of his ability to code. In the past, it was because he didn’t need a program or an AI to do it for him. He could always tell if someone was into him. He knew when Pepper was into him. The moment Rhodey gazed at him back in their MIT days. Every single reporter and heiress and model he slept with, he knew when their thoughts turned sexual or romantic.

You, though. With you, he couldn’t fucking tell, and he knew it was because of his own feelings. Tony felt intensely for people before. Pepper, Rhodey, that one reporter all those years ago. However, with you, it wasn’t just that fluttery feeling in his gut or the immediate smile he can’t seem to stop when he sees you. It was the comfort he felt when he heard your voice or the softness he could feel in his heart when he saw a picture of you.

It was like his entire life was full of panic, never resting, never stopping. But when you entered his life with a gentle smile and a quick wit, it felt like he could finally breathe.

It was addicting.

“Sir, I have the calculations.”

“Hit me.”

“Speech diagnostics of you and of Ms. (Y/l/n) are similar. Whenever you speak of her, 79.4% is positive and 18.8% is neutral. Ms. (Y/l/n) has 78.9% positive and 17.2% neutral dialogue regarding you. When she speaks of you, her heartrate increases by 4.6%, and similarly, yours increases by 4.1%. When speaking to each other, heartrate initially increases by 7%.”

Tony nodded. “How does this compare to other Avengers? I gush about Banner like a teenager.”

“Well, sir, while you and Ms. (Y/l/n) have high positive dialogue about other Avengers, all of them have at least a 10% decrease compared to each other. And heartrate varies depending on the topic of conversation.”

Tony snapped his fingers. “Am I excluding all non-super friends? Include any agents, co-workers. Pep isn’t an Avenger after all.”

Friday took two seconds and responded. “You and Ms. (Y/l/n) have a significant difference in speech diagnostics when talking about or to each other compared to any other Avenger, co-worker, and friend.”

When Tony remained quiet, Friday added, “Do you want me to repeat the results?”

“You don’t need to, Friday.”

“But you’re not doing anything with the new information. Would you like me to save these findings?”

“Friday,” Tony warned.

There was silence as the love-wrecked scientist pressed his fist between his brows. Data and cold hard facts said yes, but was it right?

“Sir?”

“Yes, Fri?”

“Would you like me to play examples for you?”

He blinked. “Examples?”

“Yes. Of you and her talking about each other positively.”

It was an invasion of privacy. Tony shouldn’t.

“Play examples.”

Before his rational mind could tell Friday no.

“Are you in love with him?”

Tony’s eyes widened. This was too private. It might not even be about him.”Friday-”

“Of course I am.”

“-stop playback.”

“He’s Tony Sta-”

“Playback stopped.”

Tony scrambled. “What? No, wait, go back. Play it.” Screw rational. You knew he was a narcissist. You wouldn’t expect him to hear that and stop.

“He’s Tony Stark. Who isn’t in love with him?”

“Then, why don’t you tell him?”

“... He’s Tony Stark.”

Tony started to fiddle with something on his desk. “What does that mean?”

Friday answered, “Dr. Banner asked her if she loved you, and she said yes. This means that she’s in love with you.”

Why did he program Friday like this? “I know that. I mean, those two lines. Why does me being Tony Stark stop her from saying something?” Was it the attention? Did you want some sort of normal life away from cameras and international gossip? Maybe it was the Avenging. Having a partner who was always out risking death wasn’t ideal.

Sure, you could be in love with him. But you couldn’t be with him.

“Maybe you should ask her.”

There were celebrities who were able to live normal lives. Some paid to have prosthetics for going outside of moved to a remote country to get out of the spotlight. He thrived off attention, but he could give that up. Avenging, he couldn’t give that up, but maybe he could cut back. Take a mission a month instead of one a week. Or maybe take more digital missions. He wasn’t just Iron Man after all. He was a genius, could hack into the Pentagon if he really wanted to.

“Yeah,” he said. “Maybe I could talk to her.”

~ - ~

The moment you put your bag down on your lab table, Tony said, “You’re gonna be mad.”

You narrowed your brows. “What did you do?” You pressed your palm to your chest. “Oh my god, Peter overwrote my data, didn’t he? Ugh, I know he said he’s great at managing holograms, but really, Tone, you should’ve given him a tutorial before giving him access.” You brought up your holograms to check your data and analysis.

“That’s not it.” Tony stood next to you as you looked through your files. “I did something that invaded your privacy.”

You tilted your head. Closing the holograms, you took a deep breath and slowly asked, “How?”

Tony flashed an embarrassed grin before sighing. “You’re gonna be shocked, too, so prepare yourself.”

You did not know where this was going at all. What horrible thing could Tony have done? Steeling yourself, you took a deep breath and nodded at him to continue.

Tony cleared his throat. “Usually, I can tell when someone has feelings for me. People are obvious about it, but you? You aren’t. So, I had Friday do some analysis on our speech patterns. Me, being in love with you, was one of my controls. You and your dialogue regarding me was the main variable.

“Long story short, I accessed some audio of you and Bruce talking, and you said that you loved me but could never tell me.” He glanced at you. “So that’s why I need to apologize.”

Your expression didn’t change. No, that wasn’t it. You, at first, looked confused. Now, there was just nothing. No expression. No wrinkled brow in anger of flushed cheeks in embarrassment. Nothing.

Tony blinked. “You can shout at me now. If you were confused about when to shout at me.”

You licked your lips before taking a deep breath. “Ok, that was a lot.” You pursed your lips then opened it. But, you couldn’t really think of anything to say. You didn’t even know how to feel. “So you know that I” -you pointed at yourself and then at him- “and that I didn’t wanna tell you.” You shook your head. “Wait, do you know why I didn’t want to tell you?”

A broken scoff left Tony’s lips. “Yeah. I’m a mess.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Wait, you’re a mess? That’s why you think I don’t want to tell you?”

“Among other reasons?”

Other reasons?

You crossed your arms. “Ok, what other reasons?”

Tony looked offended. Still, he listed, “I’m surrounded by cameras, and everyone wants some privacy. Can’t get it if you’re with me. Then, there’s the Iron Man of it all. I went into a wormhole with a nuke. That was also all over the news. Then, there’s the whole daddy issues thing. I’m working on it, but it takes a while-”

He rambled on and on, listing reason after reason, and with each one, you felt tears well up in your eyes. It was a weird mix of heartbreaking, confusing, and enraging. The emotions built up slowly with each word that left his mouth, overwhelming you to the point that you couldn’t even say how it happened.

But, as Tony paced and talked so horribly about himself, you somehow ended up in front of him with your hands on his cheeks.

You only realized it when Tony stopped talking and when his breath touched your lips. “What?” he asked.

You didn’t answer. You kissed him instead.

It was a hard press of your lips against his. It was short, and it wasn’t much.

But by the way Tony gripped the back of your neck and pulled you back for another kiss, you’d think it was his first kiss. You knew it wasn’t. Not just because you knew he had kissed all sorts of people before you, but because he somehow knew how to make you gasp and melt into him.

While one hand kept you steady, the other trailed down your back and pulled you closer to him. His lips moved fluidly against yours, pushing and pulling, and everytime he moved back, you chased his lips to continue the kiss, because the softness, the passion, the fact it was finally happening, was all too good. You didn’t want it to stop.

Your hands started to move. For someone so rich, his t-shirt was rough when you twisted it between your fingers and pulled it to you. Slowly, you trailed your fingers along the side of his neck. You rubbed your thumb along his pulse point, a reminder that this was indeed real. You were kissing Tony Stark, and- He was pulling away again.

Desperate, you leaned forward, reached around to hold onto his shoulder, and kissed the side of his neck.

He let out a breathy laugh, and before you could suck on his skin, his stubble scratched your cheek.

You looked up at him and giggled when his nose bumped into yours. When your giggles turned into a smile, he kissed you again, a soft and short kiss, before leaning his forehead against yours.

His thumbs rubbed circles into your waist as you lightly scratched the back of his neck. He didn’t say anything. In fact, he seemed busy gazing at you.

“Speechless, Stark?” you teased.

He laughed. For a few seconds, he just gazed at you, seeming to prove your point. Tony’s hand began to wander, from stroking your cheek to pushing back your hair. “More confused.”

Remembering why you interrupted him, you brought your hands to his cheeks again and held him there so he couldn’t look away from you. “You are amazing, Tony. That’s the reason I didn’t want to tell you.” You shrugged. “You’re too good for me.”

His fidgeting stopped. “Well, that’s not true.”

“Tony, you’re an Avenger.”

“Technically, you are also an Avenger.”

“You’re a genius.”

“Who can’t cook scrambled eggs.”

“You literally saved the universe.”

“After producing weapons of mass destruction for decades.”

You glared at him.

He glared back. Then, he fought back. “I don’t plan on retiring.”

“Wouldn’t want you to.”

“I have severe PTSD, anxiety, maybe ADHD, all mixed with trauma galore.”

“And I will learn to help you.”

“I couldn��t give you a normal life.”

“I’d rather have you anyway.”

He opened his mouth, but you instead told him, “I’d rather have you than anything. As long as, well, for as long as you’ll have me.”

He raised his eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“Positive.”

Tony shook his head with a smile. “Cause, I’d rather have you for, well, how does til you get tired of me sound?”

You laughed. “Won’t happen. But, sure.” You kissed him again.You would’ve kept going, but there was something to settle first. “By the way, Tony?”

“Yeah?”

“Is Friday recording right now?”

“Friday records everything. It’s in the contract.”

Friday added, “I record everything that happens in the tower.”

“Ok.” You could work with that. “I’ll forgive you for the invasion of privacy.”

Tony beamed, and you couldn’t help your own smile when he did. Still, you continued, “On one condition.” Your own smile turned devious. “I want evidence that Star Spangled Banner took my ice cream.”

Tony burst out laughing. He kissed you again, a deep kiss, and when he was done, he mumbled, “God, I love you,” against your lips.

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reidsnose · 3 years

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love letters

overview: spencer has a wonderful idea after finding out that reader had never gone to her senior prom

genre: fluff fluff fluff

a/n: i mixed two ideas that have been sitting in my notes app for this lol but i think its sweet!! i wrote it a little rushed and definitely not bc im not getting a prom this year due to miss rona👀 LMAO but as always please lmk what yall think ab it :)

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the idea had fully occupied his thoughts the second after the words left your mouth.

it was "the buttcrack of dawn" as you had called it, though spirits were high on the late jet ride home. it was a rare but much needed positive end to the case, and everyone was happily chatting with each other. since the case was involving high schoolers, the subject fell on prom. everyone went around sharing their prom stories one by one, recalling awful dresses and questionable dates til the questions turned to spencer.

"what ab you, pretty boy, what was your prom like?" morgan asked, still smiling widely from recalling his own.

you watched spencer shift uncomfortably for a second.

"i uh..i never went to prom." he stammered, a tight lipped smile on his face.

"no! you just dont wanna tell us!" prentiss cried, throwing her hands in the air.

"i graduated high school when i was 12! why would i have gone to prom?" he reasoned.

"you had to have gone when you were older or something! everyone has!" jj countered.

"thats not true, i never went to prom either," you defended, subconsciously inching closer to spencer.

before anyone could even ask you to explain why, spencer got the idea. he mentally left the conversation after you gave your answer. he spent the whole rest of the ride home and the next couple of weeks brain storming and planning.

and casually after work one day, as he was walking you to your car, he asked you if you wanted to hang out with him that weekend; at his house.

you and Spencer had hung out before, but mostly at your house or at coffee shops; he didn't invite people over very often.

of course you agreed but you grew confused when he told you to dress fancy.

you raced home afterwards to raid your closet, looking for any fancy dresses you may have stuffed in there.

spencer spent the whole day preparing his apartment. he put up streamers and balloons. he made a playlist of all your favorite songs. and then he rushed to get his clothes from the cleaners.

and when you knocked at his door the breath that left your lungs struggled to come back after he opened the door.

he stood in a gorgeous suit, different than he had ever worn to work. he rubbed the back of his neck and gestured to the living room, revealing the adorable (albeit poorly made but its the thought that counts) decorations.

"um.. welcome to prom," he said, turning back to you, revealing a blushy smile.

he tried not to stare too much at you, but it was difficult. your eyes sparkled as you stepped inside and looked around. and the dress you were wearing fit you so gorgeously he truly couldnt take his eyes off of you.

"spencer, i..." you trailed off, enchanted by what he had done.

"sorry if it looks bad. or if you think its weird that i did this. i just thought cause neither of us went to prom maybe you wanted to have a little one with me? yeah now that i say it out loud maybe you hate it im sorr-" he rambled behind you.

you turned quickly to him as he got lost in his words, eyes glued to the floor. cutting him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him as tight as you could. you could feel the tension leave his body as he melted into the embrace, returning it gladly. he doesn't like to be touched by anyone really, except for you.

"i love it. thank you," you whispered, giving him one last squeeze before letting go.

he has a spread of snacks lying out on the coffee table which he has mooved to the corner of the room to make space for a makeshift dancefloor.

he turns on the music and you two start talking and dancing and laughing. two fools with four left feet completely and obliviously in love. well, oblivious the the other anyway.

a slower song came on, an old one that you had wanted to slow dance to ever since you were a little girl. and somehow naturally you two came together, his hand dropped to your waist, the other delicately cradling your own. your other hand found its way up to his shoulder, feeling as though a magnet was pulling you two closer. and closer.

he looked absolutely stunning. the soft lights he had strung around the apartment sparkled like stars in his eyes; its was...dizzying, in the most incredible way.

unbeknownst to you, as you stared at the stars in his eyes he was looking at his whole world that he had been somehow lucky enough to hold in his arms.

he held his arm out, allowing you to spin and when he pulled you back both of your arms ended up wrapped around his neck, and his around your waist. you were less dancing now and more...hugging. with your head pressed to his chest, he hoped with all his might that you wouldn't be able to hear his hammering heart. you most definitely could, but it was calming to know he was as nervous as you were. you smiled, listening more to his heart than the music he had played for you.

you were both sure that you could burst from pure bliss. the song ended a little too quickly for either of your liking and reluctantly you let go of each other. and suddenly Spencer was hit with the realization that he forgot something.

"oh my gosh," his eyes widened as he looked around the room.

"what?" you asked, mirroring him and looking as well.

"i can't remember where i left your corsage! i was gonna give it to you at the door but i forgot!" he exclaimed, running around the room checking shelves.

you smiled to yourself. he got you a corsage!

"ill help you look" you decided.

"please do," he chuckled.

"i thought you had an eidetic memory, shouldn't you know where you left it?" you joked, shooting him a smug smile.

"y/n, my brain was all jumbled to day and it wasn't just from being around you," he realized what he had said and quickly turned back to the shelf he was looking at, "could you check in my room please?"

his heart was racing at his own stupidity; how could he just say that so nonchalantly? he had been planning to tell you that he liked you for the longest time he cant afford slipping up and having it be anything less than perfect.

you slipped into his room, your cheeks warm from the idea that you make his big brain all jumbled. he probably didn't mean it like that, you were just looking too much into it.

you sighed as you crouched to look under his bed for it. you found a small wooden box that you slid out from underneath. it had your name on it.

is it normal to keep a corsage in a wooden box? you wouldn't know, you never went to prom.

you shrugged your shoulders, "i found it spence!"

with out thinking you opened the box, except instead of a band of flowers you were greeted with letters, all addressed to you. there were annotations written in the margins with purple ink. you furrowed your eyebrows as you scanned the various letters.

dear y/n,

today you complimented my glasses and my heart skipped a beat. thats dumb spencer dont start like that

dear y/n,

im in love with you. too forward

dear y/n,

you make life worth living. shes gonna think youre a creep

you felt a rush of euphoria fill your chest. did he really feel these things for you? your thoughts swirled in the most wonderful way. a wide smile broke across your face, butterflies running rampage through your stomach as you reread his words. his words addressed to you.

"oh thank God i really thought i lost-oh. oh no." spencer started as he walked through the door of his room immediately walking back out. you followed, blinking your watery eyes at him. "i can explain.

"i think youve explained enough, theres like 20 letters in here!" you chuckled, flipping through them.

"i didnt know how to tell you and i dont want to ruin what we already have and i-"

"it wasnt too forward." you stated, grabbing one of the letters.

"what?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"in this one," you held up the letter, "you wrote dear y/n, im in love with you. and then you crossed it out and wrote that it was too forward but i dont think it was."

"youre not mad?"

"mad? spencer ive been trying to admit the fact that im in love with you since i realized it myself, why would i be mad?"

"youre..you feel the same way?" he looked back up at you, a hesitant smile pulling on the corners of his lips.

"more so," you beamed, stepping closer.

he wrapped his arms around you, "thats good or else the rest of this prom would have sucked."

you chuckled, pulling him impossibly closer to you as another perfect song played.

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