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castiwls · 3 months

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Love your blog btw:)

I saw you do platonic and was wondering if you could do one with the boys sister (if possible could she be older then sam but younger then dean) where there all dealing with the fallout of johns death

tysm!

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Pairing; Sam & Dean x sister!reader (platonic)

Synposis; Johns death hit all of his children hard

Warnings; angst

Notes; I feel i kinda made John sound like a good dad in this lmao but how you wanna take it is up to you

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The thought of your dad dying had always lingered over your head. Every time he missed a check in a voice in the back of your head screamed that it had finally happened. That John Winchester had made a fatal mistake and been killed by whatever he’d been hunting.

Dean had always assured you that it could never happen. But no matter what your older brother said the thought always lingered. Though in all the scenarios you’d imagined, you’d never imagined it happening like this. You’d never thought he would make a deal with a demon.

It had been a few days since Dean had been discharged and the three of you had decided to go up to Bobbys. None of you had really spoken about what had happened in the hospital. Dean had spent his time working on the Impala and you had locked yourself away in one of the guest's rooms.

You felt as if you were in a state of shock. You and your dad hadn’t always seen eye to eye but as you lay staring at the ceiling you couldn’t help but replay every memory of him you had. As you lay there you could feel tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

Your dad was dead and you never even got to say goodbye. John Winchester was by no means a perfect man, but he was your father and you loved him all the same.

A knock on your door had you quickly wiping your eyes before sitting up. “Co-come in.”

The door squeeked as it opened and Sam’s head appeared. His eyes looked red as if he’d also been crying and you frowned. “Sam? What’s wrong?” You asked your younger brother.

He didn't say anything as he shuffled into your room before lying down beside you. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke. “The last thing we did was argue y/n. He probably died thinking that I hated him or something” He sniffled slightly looking at you with teary eyes. Guilt had been eating Sam alive for the past few days. He’d never gotten to properly apologise and now he would never have the chance.

You sighed before beginning to run a hand through his hair. “Sam. He knows you didn’t hate him. Trust me.” You smiled softly at him. “I know he never said it but deep down he was so proud of you.”

Sam hummed softly and leaned further into your chest.

“She’s telling the truth, Sammy.” Another voice chimed in. You felt the bed dip as Dean sat behind you. Sam kept quiet but you felt him relax slightly at Deans's words.

Your brothers were all you had now. You felt Dean lie down beside you and you shifted slightly so you could see him. He rubbed a hand up your arm as he looked at your younger brother.

After a while, Sam’s breathing evened out and you felt his hold loosen slightly as sleep took over.

“Are you ok? Seriously.” You whispered turning your head to look at Dean. The green-eyed man didn’t say anything for a moment and he just continued to rub your arm. “I…I don’t know.” He finally admitted. “Y/n what he said to me about-” He gestured to Sam. “what did he mean.” Dean’s tone was serious as he spoke. What John had told him was clearly causing more bother than you first realised.

“And he only made that deal for me. I don’t understand why he would throw it all away when he was so close.” He frowned looking down at you.

“Maybe because your his son and he cared more about you than that damn thing that killed Mom.” Dean raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. Maybe you were right.

He let out a sigh before shaking his head. “I don’t wanna have this conversation right now okay.” He wrapped his arm around you before settling down.

“It’s late. We can talk in the morning.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Go to sleep.”

Dean closing off was what you expected but at least you’d planted the seed. He shouldn't feel guilty for what your dad did. You nodded and spared Sam a glance.

The youngest Winchester was still sleeping calmly against your chest and you smiled softly brushing a hand through his hair. You felt Dean’s arm tighten around your shoulder slightly. You knew the movement was his way of telling you to sleep and stop worrying over Sam.

You let out a quiet sigh as you lay back on the pillows, placing your head on Deans's shoulder. “Night.”

“Night sweetheart.”

None of you were okay but you had each other and as you lay there for the first time in days you felt some semblance of peace.

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stvharrngton · 1 year

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roles reversed

a/n: I don't know what to say about this lmao idk what possessed me when I wrote this okay. again horrendously bad at titles

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 3.3k 🤡🫣

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, oral (f receiving), handjob (m receiving), edging, sub!steve, also dad!steve bc I said so

“You all set, kiddo?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Got your backpack?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Brushed your teeth?”

“Yes, Daddy!” your four year old squealed now, at Steve’s incessant badgering.

You watched the scene before you unfold, your daughter perched between your legs as you braided her hair ready for her weekend at Aunt Robin’s. A soft smile tugged at your lips as you watched Steve pace around the kitchen, hands on his hips. Domesticity really did suit him.

“Alright, all done, bug.” you said with a pat to her tiny shoulders and a kiss to her head, “Now go give Daddy a hug and kiss goodbye.”

Your daughter lept off the chair and skipped over to Steve, where he scooped her up in his arms. He spun her around as she squealed and giggled, pressing kisses all over her face. Your features turned soft, eyes all fond at the family you’d made for yourselves.

Robin arrived a few minutes later, barrelling your kid off into her car, promising her the most fun weekend of her life with her favourite aunt. She teased you and Steve as you stood in the doorway, urging you both not to get up to too much mischief during your weekend alone.

You all said your goodbyes, waving and blowing kisses to your baby as Robin reversed out of your drive. Steve’s lips were pressed to your temple as you sighed, that little pang to your heart that always came back with a vengeance when your friends would offer to take your daughter out for the day, or you would drop her with your Mom for the night.

Closing your front door behind you with a click, you slouched against the wood, Steve’s eyes trained on you carefully.

“So, what do you want to do with all this alone time?” you simply asked him.

He chuckled, stepping ever closer to you, “You.” was all he said, his large hands coming to rest on your waist.

You rolled your eyes at him, tutting, “Is this why you begged Robin to babysit this weekend? So you could get into my pants, Harrington?” Your arms encircled his neck now, fingers toying with the messy strands at the back of his head.

“What?” Steve feigned hurt, “A guy can’t want to fuck his beautiful wife, no?”

You giggled at his statement, “I never said that.”

It was true, it had been a while since you and Steve had an ounce of time alone together. No time for hands to wander and explore skin they had memorised, no heated make out sessions wherever you pleased without being interrupted by your daughter’s tiny cries.

“Do you want to go out tonight?” he asked, his nose skimming the slope of your own, his lips barely brushing over yours, “You could put on a pretty dress, get a nice dinner, hm?” Steve kissed you properly now, it was soft, sensual, sweet, “Let me spoil you.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, his low sultry tone, voice like velvet, but you could think of nothing worse right now. Features twisting in conflict, your fingers drumming on the back of his neck.

“Could- could we do that tomorrow?” you spoke quietly, eyelashes fluttering up at your husband, “I kinda just wanna be lazy today,” you shrugged your shoulders, “with you.”

Steve chuckled, hands skimming up and down your waist, a kiss to your forehead, “Sure, we can do whatever you want, honey.”

And you did. You lazed on your couch all day, laying inbetween Steve’s sweatpant clad legs, nursing whatever junk food you had in the house. Doing nothing but enjoying each other’s company. When it came time for dinner, Steve ordered your favourite takeout accompanied with a bottle of wine, a random movie popped into the VCR only to serve as background noise.

Your head lay on his chest, his arm slung around your shoulders as he pulled you in close, his lips pressing kisses into your hairline as your fingers drew shapes on his thigh absentmindedly. They danced up the length of the muscle, skimming over his hips before delving underneath his t-shirt, nails scratching lightly at the happy trail that disappeared underneath the waistband.

Steve tensed at the gesture, his hand squeezing your shoulder in response. Your fingers continued their ministrations over his stomach as you shifted your chin to get a better look at him.

He pinched your chin between his finger and thumb, raising his brows at your pout, “What, sweetheart?”

Your eyes bore into his big brown ones, warm and inviting, “Kiss me.” was all you said.

The man all but smirked at you, hand coming to cup your cheek now, warm thumb stroking over the soft skin there before he lent into you. Steve’s plush pink lips encasing your own, skin tingling and mouth watering. Your fingers reached up into his hair, tugging at the unkempt strands. Steve groaned a little at the feeling, he kissed you harder now, nose prodding into your cheek.

You took the hint to push him a little further, moving to swing your leg over his thighs so you were straddling him on the couch. Steve’s hands came to rest on your ass, large hands squeezing the flesh over your cotton shorts. You licked into Steve, tongue pushing into his mouth to mix with his own, feeling the strain of his hardening cock below his sweatpants making you feel a little dizzy.

Your hands were everywhere, tugging on his hair, pushing on his chest, balling up the fabric of his shirt into your fists. Steve couldn’t think straight, his brain essentially mush, his hips rutting up into yours as he pushed yours down to meet his own thrusts. He felt needy, desperate.

Chest heaving and breath panting, you broke the kiss. Your eyes were glazed over with lust, desire, gaze flicking to Steve’s kiss-bitten lips and wild hair. You stood from his lap, fingers lacing with his own as he followed suit.

“Lets go to bed,” you whispered, leading him out of the room as you started up the stairs.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Steve quipped, spinning you around so he could plant his lips on yours again, walking you down the hall to your bedroom. You let him have this slither of control, his hands squeezing your hips as he kissed you with fever.

You smirked into the kiss pushing him back onto the plush mattress, his body hitting the sheets with an oopmf. Steve saw the change in your eyes, your usual piliant flicker now a controlling glint. A dark haze clouded your gaze as you crawled atop Steve once more.

Steve’s personality was dominating. The need to care for and protect those he cared for often transferred into the bedroom. Which you never complained about, he had you writhing and coming undone beneath him more times than you could remember. Sometimes though your roles reversed, and Steve was more than happy to submit to you.

Settling into his lap you pushed his shirt up his abdomen, lips pressing chaste kisses on the scars and freckles that decorated his skin. You pushed the fabric more before Steve did the rest for you, throwing the garment to the floor. Your hands revelled in the newly exposed skin, lip and hands exploring.

“Fuck,” he breathed below you, “can- can I touch you, baby?” his voice was shaky, breath heavy and cheeks pink, “Please?”

You gnawed on your lip, nodding in response, “Yeah, you can touch me, Stevie.” you hushed, discarding your own shirt before reaching for Steve’s hands to place them on your tits.

Steve groaned at the pet name you only used in times like these, the feel of your breasts in his hands, fingers squeezing and groping, finger and thumb rolling a nipple between. A soft moan escaped your lips as you keened above him.

Your hips rolled over his once more, lips connecting with the skin of his neck, skirting along the scruff of his jaw before settling on that spot just below his ear lobe, teeth sucking a mark he’d jokingly scold you for later.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, honey,” Steve admitted with a breathy chuckle, hands rubbing up and down your bare back. Steve’s words were sticky sweet, saccharine that went straight to your pussy.

“Mhm,” was all you replied, standing again from his lap to rid yourself of your shorts and underwear and you swore you heard Steve’s breath hitch in his throat. His tongue slithered out from his lips, licking over the red skin at your bare body.

“Want you to eat my pussy, Stevie,” you delcared, pulling on his sweatpants now, thankful that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His pretty pink cock springing free, a hiss left his lips at the cool air, “that okay, baby?”

Steve nodded fervently, hands reaching out to bring you closer to him.

“Ah, ah,” you tsked, “lay back down.” you demanded and Steve was sweating. Cock painfully hard and leaking already. Eyes wide and mouth agape as you climbed over his chest, cunt inching ever closer to his waiting mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned as you lowered yourself over him, his arms encirlcing your thighs as your hands came to grip the headboard above your bed. One hand coming to swipe the stray strands out of his face,

“Go ‘head, baby.”

Steve needed no further instruction, tongue darting out to lick into you like there was no tomorrow. He ate your pussy like a man starved, swapping between curling his tongue into your entrance and sucking on your throbbing clit. His spit mixing with your click, surely making a mess of his pretty face.

You mewled above him, hand coming to grasp and play with your tits, tweaking your nipple just right, “Makin’ me feel so good, Stevie,” you whined, “so good at this, making my cunt drip all over you.”

He groaned right into you, his ministrations sending vibrations right up your spine, your coil winding tighter and tighter. You glanced down at him, Steve’s eyes squeezed shut, his brow furrowed, focused, on licking and sucking everywhere he knew you liked best.

Hips rocking absentmindedly, essentially using Steve’s mouth to get you over the edge, his nose bumping your clit with every roll, “Shit,” you wailed, fingers fully tugging on his brunette locks to hold him in place as you fucked yourself on his tongue.

His hands squeezed the fat of your hips now, pads of his fingers digging into the flesh there, his bruising grip surely to leave a mark. His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feel of you using him how you damned well pleased, hips rutting up into thin air behind you. And Steve swore he could have cum right there and then.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” you mumbled, hips now dragging your pussy over the flat of his pudgy tongue, the tip of his nose stroking your clit just right, the sight of his wild hair and dreamy brown eyes boring into your own essentially getting you over the line.

You writhed above him, head thrown back as your orgasm peaked, mumbles of fuck and just like that and yes, Stevie, all tumbling past your lips in a jumble of pants and moans. Steve kept licking and sucking until you couldn’t take any more, the overstimulation too much.

Moving off his mouth, you slid down his chest, sitting pretty on his stomach as you lent back on your palms. Chest heaving and forehead sticky with sweat, you took a minute to catch your breath.

The tip of Steve’s cock brushed against your back and he winced, throbbing and heavy. His palms came to rest on your thighs, stroking soothingly, snapping your gaze back to him.

“Kiss?” he asked, voice minute, and you giggled not being able to resist. So you leant back up now, hands braced on the smattering of hair across his chest as you pressed your lips together. You sighed at the taste of yourself on him, the wet feel of your slick covering his mouth and chin, glistening in the low light of the room.

“Baby,” he whined, “shit, you gotta- you need to touch me or something,” his hips canting upwards, his dick rubbing over the swell of your ass, “‘m gonna fuckin’ explode. Christ.”

You giggled at him and Steve could have cried, you truly were a vixen, he thought. One hand reached behind you, delicate fingers ghosting over the length of him, “Like that? Is that what you want, Stevie?”

He groaned, “Fuck, yes, fuck, baby. More, need more.”

You gave him a final squeeze right at the base of his thick bush, before swinging your body off him and switching your position so you were sat atop his stomach, bare core still leaking arousal on his skin, but you had your back to him, your body and hands facing his aching cock.

You bent forward, dragging your nails up his calves, over his meaty thighs, a light touch to his balls before dragging them up his shaft. Steve wailed from behind you, panting and whining and moaning.

Gathering spit in your mouth you let it fall from your lips onto the tip before you used a hand to spread it over his dick. The cool of your saliva touching him made him let out the most delicious groan, hips stirring and cock twitching beneath you.

You began to work him with both hands, twisting and gliding up and down his cock at an agonisingly slow pace, choosing to squeeze lightly at the angry pink tip.

Steve was already embarrassingly close to his orgasm, all the muscles in his thighs and tummy clenching and constructing. His big brown eyes were screwed shut, his cheeks flushed as he dragged his arm to lay over his face, incoherent moans of oh fuck and please, baby, please filled the quiet of your bedroom.

Keeping up your pace you began to work his head, your fingers a circle tugging up and down over the sensitive part of his cock, your free hand rolling his heavy balls in your palm.

“Oh, fuck,” Steve whined, thighs spread wide beneath you, toes curling, “please be careful, shit, please be careful.”

You could only smirk at the neediness in his voice, tone a notch higher than usual as he keened below you. Your hand never relented, keeping your ministrations going, doing so well to unravel the man you were sat on.

Steve had to take deep breaths, deep pants escaping his wet lips, his hand coming to grab at the flesh of your ass, fingers digging into your skin as he pleaded with you, “Please can I cum, shit, please can I cum, baby,” he begged now, “oh, please please please.”

His thighs trembled on the bed, you felt him tense and you knew he was right there, one or two more pumps of your hands and he’d be spilling all over them. So, you stopped. You removed your hands and braced them on his thighs instead.

“Oh, fu-uck,” Steve’s whine was long and drawn out, drawing long shaky breaths in and out of his pursed lips. You watched as his cock twitched below you, angry and throbbing, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

His hands came to rest on your waist now, fingertips digging into the bare flesh of your hips, thumbs stroking up and down. Steve’s hips stirred beneath you, his feet planted firmly in the mattress as his knees bent. Desperately trying to find any kind of friction.

Your fingers ghosted over his shaft again, the pad of your pointer fingers finding his slit, spreading the leaking pre-cum all over.

“Baby, please, I-” he started, cutting himself off with a moan as you squeezed his head once more, “I need to- you gotta let me cum, shit, angel, please, feels so good. Can’t hold it.”

“Hm?” you breathed out, your hands building up the pace again, bullying the tip of his cock, “Need’ta cum, Stevie?” you asked, tone low and enticing.

“Yes, yes, so bad,” Steve’s thighs trembled, hips rutting up into your hands, “please I- I’ll be good, baby, so good for you, please.”

Your cheeks flushed at his admission, heat rising up your neck, your cunt fluttering at the affect you had on him. You could only imagine what he looked like behind you. Eyes glassy and hair wild, his face flushed red and lips pink and bitten.

Your hands never stopped, leaning forward again to dribble more saliva onto Steve’s cock as you felt his stomach and thighs tense all at once, so close to orgasm once more. He moaned beneath you, “Fuck, I’m gonna-” but you cut him off as soon as your hands left his cock again, leaving him on the edge.

“Alright, baby,” you spoke, lifting yourself from his stomach, your gaze flitting to the wet patch of slick you’d left on his skin, “I’ll let you cum, but I wanna see you.”

You finally got a good look at Steve, his face was tucked into the crook of his elbow, other hand fisting the sheets of the bed. His neck and chest was slick with sweat, a thin light sheen covering his skin. His mouth was hanging agape, breathing heaving with vigor. Steve looked so fucking pretty like this.

So you crawled back on the bed taking your spot between his stretched out thighs, you leant down to press soft kisses along the skin there. Your hand found his that was clutched around the sheets, your fingers encasing his fist, thumb rubbing soft circles there, “Y’okay, Stevie?”

He nodded, a throaty whimper escaping his lips. He unclenched his fist, letting his fingers slot between your own. Your fingers glided up the protruding vein on his cock.

“Words, baby,” you whispered, “come on.” Your tongue darted out to lick a stripe up the underside of his length.

“I’m good, angel,” he hushed, “just- please,” Steve cried beneath you, as your hands came back to his dick, stroking and pumping up and down, “please, please let me cum.”

Steve was gone. Unbelievably fucked out, vision bleary as tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. Pain and pleasure mixing deliciously, head dizzy and moans incoherent. You decided you’d teased him enough, brought him to the edge enough times just to let his orgasm fizzle out.

“Okay, Stevie,” you hushed him, your hand continuing to pump his thick cock relentlessly, “cum for me.”

And that was it, Steve’s hand squeezed yours in a bruising grip, back arching up off the bed as all the muscles in his body tensed. His orgasm rolled through him like a freight train, his brow was furrowed as he whined and whimpered beneath you. Steve cried out your name like a chant, moans of praise and thank you’s left his lips as his chest heaved.

His hot cum spilled over your fist and his stomach as he rode out his high, thighs shaking as his head hit the soft pillows beneath him. Steve’s eyes fluttered open as he caught your tongue lapping up the remnants of his orgasm off your hand, a fuck whispered into the room.

You stroked his thigh soothingly, crawling over him to press a soft kiss to his lips. You felt him smile into the kiss, tongues mixing together lazily and languidly. You chuckled softly as you stood off him, leaving him with a kiss to the slope of his nose.

Leaving him to collect his breath on your bed, you grabbed a warm cloth to clean up the mess on his stomach. He chuckled lightly at the gesture, a soft blissed out look on his face, thoughts of how the roles are usually reversed.

You climbed into bed beside him, head resting on his chest as your fingers came to trace the moles and freckles that littered his skin. His arm slung around your figure pulling you in close.

“Y’okay?” you whispered into his skin.

Steve hummed, his lips pressing into your soft hairline, his fingers dancing up and down your bare back.

“More than.”

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experimentfae · 1 year

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Actor AU Wally Darling x GN Human! Reader (1)

You’re friend was trying to get a date on the audition for the human part on welcome home, of course you came because you’re friend needed you for emotional support.

You waited outside the studio area while you’re friend asked Wally darling himself for the date of the audition.

While waiting you just so happen to see Eddie dear the actor who plays the mailman of the show, he was walking to his next location until He seemed to notice you.

“Hey are in one of the people auditioning for the human role on welcome home?” He asked he seemed really friendly “oh no, my friend is.” You stated.

“Oh well that’s unfortunate I think you would make a great fit.” This surprised “really I never thought about being a actor.” He smiled “trust m so once thought the same thing but, I gave it a try and that led to so many opportunities for me.” Eddie explained showing proud of his accomplishments.

“Wow that’s amazing.” Made Eddie bashful “thanks but of course if you change you’re mind, the auditions are on this Friday at 3.” He gave you a note of the date just in case you forget.

You had to admit, you didn’t really have anything going for you outside of you’re job, a job that you don’t even like.

“Huh I’ll think about it.” You admit while looking down at the note “well i wish you luck.” He replied walking away while also saying goodbye to you, you said it back.

You then heard you’re (b/f/n) call for you “(y/n)!” You looked to see them coming towards you “this is great I got the audition Mr.darling is actually very nice.”

You smiled “good I would hate to stand here any longer, my legs where about to give up on me” You and you’re friend chuckled while walking out of the studio.

(B/f/n) drove you home and you two said goodbye to each other.

You couldn’t stop thinking about what Eddie had told you “maybe… but I’m not even sure I would like the attention, and I didn’t have talk with Wally darling so properly wouldn’t be able to make it in.” You spoke making excuses for not giving yourself a shot.

While trying to not think about it again you continued you’re Wednesday by, doing you usual stuff when you finish work.

As Friday came you remembered what Eddie had said that the auditions are today, so you checked on you’re friend to see if they made it to the audition.

You waited for a while until you saw that they weren’t responding “maybe they made it there but, they would usually call me first to be there for them.” You decided just to get there yourself to be there for (b/f/n).

“I’m sure they are there I better hurry.” You spoke while running pout the door with the keys. After driving for a while you made it to the studio.

You immediately got out and checked the time “2:53? Hopefully they made it.” As you walked towards the area (b/f/n) was suppose to be at you looked to see no humans around.

“That’s weird… maybe- “hey you.” You looked to see a man with black shirt hair, pale and with a minimalist outfit “seems you are the only one that showed so come on.” This surprised (b/f/n) did it show in fact no one did? “I think there w-

“Not now we don’t want the director to be waiting.” He walked towards a hallway assuming that you would follow him? Which you do you couldn’t stop feeling anxiety during all this.

Maybe this was a sign that you should do this even if you failed, you tried that should be enough.

“Ok good luck.” The man said as he walked away to who knows where and to see yourself in front of the door that said auditions.

“Alright let’s give this a try.” You breathed in and out and checked the time to see that’s its 2:59. “Oh!” You said in surprise and you opened the door to see the director.

“So what’s your name?” Asked the director

“My name is (y/n) (l/n).”

“Ok, so (y/n) I need you to read these for me.”

What you assume is a assistant giving you a sheet a paper. You look to see a couple these don’t seem to bad.

“And action.” The director said without warning. This made you jump into action ignoring you’re anxiety bubbling in you, You begin you’re lines this wasn’t so bad it’s basicallly pretending to be someone you’re not.

After finishing the director and even Wally darling seem impressed “wow, thank you for you’re time Mrs.(l/n).” “Yes thank you for the time.” You looked at the director he seemed happy but Wally well he didn’t seem, pleased to say the least.

You couldn’t help but wonder why. “Alright thank you for the time.” I spoke before walking out the door.

I let out a sigh of relief after closing the door.

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mqverick · 4 months

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Walking On Air || chapter 9

Take me to bed or lose me forever, was what Carole said to Goose every time they were together, having fun. Maverick never really understood what she meant by it until he started having feelings for you. It was exactly how he felt about you; he needed to just fuck everything and everyone, every obstacle in the way, and take you with him before he could lose you to someone else — which ironically enough, had already happened.

Or so he thought, until the other night.

He had been so fixated on the fact that you were taken so deeply inside of him, that he believed he could never fully have you, that part of your mind would always stay true to Iceman, even if the miracle happened and you broke up with him.

Hearing the drunken words come out of your mouth, so rushed and so painfully angsty, got him hoping you might be getting lost in the same path he’d been since the day you spoke to him for the first time. Drunken words were — in fact — sober thoughts, after all. Not to mention that it was the — what, third? — time he almost got to kiss you. Maverick was not the one to pine after someone, he was used to the exact opposite effect, never having to chase anyone.

He liked having to chase after you, though. He liked to dream up flawless scenarios of you, desperately wanting them to come to life. He liked how much of a dopamine rush he got from those breathless conversations and moments with you. It was hard to resist the urge to keep his feelings buried, opting to play them off as a charismatic, casual flirt — because that was what he’d been used to. That was all he knew.

You liked the way he yearned for you as well. He just made you feel so irresistibly wanted and loved, even if his cockiness never really helped his pure feelings come to light. You were very aware of them though, you were in the same page as him, never mind the fact that for you, it happened as an accident. Sure, a little flirting never hurt anyone — but oh, he was holding your hand (and for some reason you found yourself struggling to breathe steadily.)

In the morning, you woke up wanting to beat yourself to death. You’d been mindless; consuming all that alcohol, getting yourself hammered and ignoring the consequences.

Goose’s words were bloody when he said that Maverick technically had every right to hit on others. Goose’s words teared your heartstrings in pieces and made you conscious of how you’d been accusing everyone else to be a jerk, when in reality, you’d been the only twat in the story.

Maverick probably hated you.

Tom would probably hate you, too.

You tried. Gave it your all — good point to chuckle — to make your relationship with him work, but every time you closed your eyes, your mind betrayed you, unable of getting a certain someone out of the picture. The worst thing was the fact that you didn’t even really care whether Tom would want to cut you off once he found out about the situation you’d been dealing with.

You were frightened of the scenario where Pete stopped caring about you, mostly because it was impossible to imagine. Therefore, you did your best to turn yourself invisible by making up a rushed excuse of being too hungover to properly function at Top Gun, opting to stay home.

Tom respected your decision, wishing you to get well soon as he gave you a sweet kiss goodbye.

“Fuck,” you muttered as you fell back on the couch with a plop. You felt as if hours had passed when a thud on the door startled you. You fumbled to get up, standing unblinking as you opened the door to see Maverick holding a paper bag with both of his hands as he fiddled the heel of his shoe around the floor while chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“Heard Ice say you felt poorly and got you something,” he spoke lowly, reaching his hand out for you to take the item he held. Your lips parted in silent surprise as you hesitantly invited him in. “Look, I know you don’t want to see me, but you might as well say a word, because it’s getting sort of weird.”

“Maverick, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d bring you a little something to eat.”

You honestly despised the man. How did he still care about you after you you’d been unable to seal your mouth shut the night before, yammering about mistreating you (mind the irony), you didn’t know. Still, that did not constitute an obstacle for you to lunge forward and fling yourself into his arms, your head hitting against his chest as you encircled his waist tightly. You moved your head a little, stopping dead in your tracks as your ear picked up the sound of his heartbeat violently increasing.

He still had to reach for you, taken aback by your sudden affection and not being sure how to react. Maverick’s brain short-circuited, until everything finally clicked and he was holding you so close to his body, he thought he was squishing the life out of you — but he never heard you complain.

“I’m so sorry, Pete,” you whispered, muffled in the fabric of his shirt. You wanted to say more, apologize for being so ridiculously indecisive and not giving him the chance to move on, instead having him wait until you could grow a pair and end things with Tom, but the words died down in your throat when you felt his fingers tangle in your hair, his palm now cupping the back of your head. He knew you could hear his heartbeat and he also knew it was giving him away.

When you pulled away, your knees buckled and you almost melted into a puddle. His hands had somehow traveled down to your smaller ones, holding them delicately.

Take me to bed or lose me forever.

“It’s a grilled cheese, in case you were wondering, by the way,” Maverick blurted, looking over to the paper bag with the food you’d left on a counter.

“I love it.” I love you.

“I need to get going.”

“No,” you argued, grabbing his hand in yours the moment he reached for the door handle. “Stay here with me. I’m sure Viper’s more than happy that you’re not there to wreck the planes. Goose might be missing you, but he can cry about it to Carole when the day is over.”

Maverick let an amused chuckle escape from his lips as he wrapped his fingers around your wrists, gently rubbing on the skin with his thumbs.

“You want me to stay with you?” he asked in disbelief. It was adorable how flustered he was.

“I’m not repeating anything, Mitchell.”

With a little smirk and a smudge look on his face, he moved toward you, leaning in closer to your lips, which was a scenario you’d accepted, hadn’t he had a sudden change of heart and went for your forehead instead, pressing a long, warm kiss against it that made you shudder under his touch.

“You want me to stay with you,” he chimed, sounding more as if he was bragging to himself.

You tried to stifle a smile as you placed your ear over his drumming heartbeat, already forgetting you had the whole ‘sick from the booze’ act to keep up, but then again, when had you ever been able to hide what you really felt around Maverick?

“We can’t be here though,” you suddenly mouthed, the image of Tom unlocking the door to you and the man he hated snuggling comfortably up on the couch causing sweat to form on the back of your neck as you pushed Maverick away from you and fixed your fingers through your hair.

“Why not?” You gave him a knowing look that made him sigh. “We can’t hide forever, you know.”

Deciding to ignore his comment, you dragged him outside by the hand, nodding where he’d parked his motorcycle. “Cliff tops,” you silently explained and saw the corners of his lips turn upward as he helped you onto the seat.

It seemed to startle him when you wrapped your arms around his middle, laying your face against the fabric of the leather jacket that covered his back, turning his head ever so slightly to look at you with that charming Maverick smirk of his.

Your heart hammered against your chest as he began driving, hair flying carelessly through the wind, leaning further into him and clutching your intertwined hands firmly against his stomach.

Your brain felt as if it was fogged by the light fragrance he was wearing, head nuzzling on his shoulder now, lips moving dangerously close to his cheek. You let them carefully graze his skin, feeling him shudder — or was it just your mind playing tricks on you?

After having arrived at the tops, Maverick got off his motorcycle, lending you his hand to take as he helped you get off as well, shaky, nervous fingers testing the waters as he gently let them linger around yours, waiting for your hand to pull away. Instead, your knuckles tightened, grasp sinking into his, not daring to look up at him for capturing his reaction.

He sat next to you on the hill, so close that the warmth radiating from his outer thigh gave you goosebumps. You shifted just a little, so that your leg could be touching his, eyes darting down on your lap as you crossed your arms.

“It’s beautiful up here. I like how I can consider it our spot now,” you heard Maverick mutter.

“Our spot?”

His head turned to look at you. “Yeah. Ideally, the first time I would’ve liked to bring you here would be a date, but I can settle for the late sneak-out after your fight with Kazansky.”

Your heart clenched as you hesitantly met his cherishing gaze. You hadn’t wanted anyone like that in really long time and it felt like something was sucking the soul out of you. “Maverick?”

“Hm?”

“When you’re flying, you might lose power. It’s a fatal risk, but it doesn’t stop you from enlisting in the Navy. Flying at up to 700 mph, the smallest mistake can be deadly, your plane could plunge out of the sky, break apart on impact. The cockpit is too small, so you’ll feel like your losing your breath even though you might not have died just yet — and it’s all terrifying and out of control.”

Maverick stared blankly at you, waiting for you to make a point. “What are you trying to say?”

“This is exactly how I feel whenever you look at me,” you finally mustered the courage to confess, seeing your lip starting to quiver. Unsure of how to properly weave the complexity of your feelings, you opted to let your pinky softly wrap around his.

Maverick stared at you, jaw slightly hung, eyes gleaming. “You feel that way about me?”

His question came out so shaky and gentle that it worsened your situation of trying not to break down right there in front of him. “Of course I do. You’re so ridiculously insufferable, I hate you.”

He cocked his head to the side with the tiniest hint of a smirk. “But you love flying.”

“I love flying,” you confirmed, letting the rest of your fingers wrap around his hand as you brought it over to your lap, holding it firmly enough to believe that what was happening in that moment was not just a figment of your imagination.

“I love flying, too.”

With hope written all over your face, your mouth stretched into a grin, holding back a giggle. God, when had you turned fourteen all over again?

Right when you were about to say something, you felt his lips ghost above your forehead before he was leaning down just a bit and kissing the bridge of your nose as tenderly as he could, making you dizzy and unable to think straight. Kiss me, kiss me before I regret it, before I start thinking again. He stalled against you, foreheads now touching as he realized that you hadn’t moved away from him yet.

“Take me to bed or lose me forever.”

“What?”

“It’s what Carole says to Goose. Said. I don’t know if she still tells him that. I never got it, to be honest, but all I know is that I don’t want to lose you, Maverick. Never,” you explained breathily.

“You’re not losing me, not even if you want to,” Maverick chuckled, letting a warm puff hit your already very reddened cheeks. You smiled at him, head now moving forward, so that you could nudge the top of his nose with your own.

“Pete,” you whispered, the words coming out as a ghost tugging at his heart. His hands came up to cup your cheeks, bringing you oh so impossibly close to him that if you squinted hard enough, your lips would be touching. And there it was again; that look he’d been giving you ever since the day you met, lovestruck eyes melting into yours. “Drop looking at me like that, Pete.”

“I can’t,” he spoke, voice weary as if he was on the verge of tears. “You walked in the room the first time Viper came in and the breath was knocked out of my lungs the very same second. So, no, I don’t think I can look at you in a way that’s not giving away how deeply head over heels I—”

“Don’t,” you cut him off, stunned by his words. “Don’t continue the sentence, Mav. Don’t continue it, because if you do, I’m going to lose every last ounce of self control I have in my body right now and I should warn you, there’s not much remaining.”

Maverick nodded slowly in acceptance before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, then deciding to be brave, ducking down just the right direction to kiss the corner of your lips. His palms were still holding onto your cheeks, applying more pressure now as he let his mouth linger, heads connecting. You were about to lose it; all the sanity in your system, all the thoughts of do’s and dont’s. With a slight angle twist, he could be kissing you properly, on the lips, but every cell in your body was sweating to prevent that from happening. It was killing you.

“I love flying so much, Roger. So much that I don’t care if it costs me my life, I’m going to keep pursuing breaking the typical rules and fly on my own. It makes me feel alive,” Maverick confessed.

“You should,” you replied breathlessly. “It’ll get you places, Pete. You can hold your own.”

“Take me to bed,” he whispered, loud enough so that you heard him, a small smirk creeping up against the — now flushed from the kiss — corners of your lips.

“Or lose me forever.”

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monimccoythings · 8 months

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Arlong x Healer!human!reader Part 2

Part two of this fic! Arlong as a patient kinda gives me the vibes of that beauty and the beast scene, but Arlong is a bigger asshole, lol. I can't believe I'm still getting ideas, OPLA Arlong got me good, Mckinley Belcher III thanks for your service. This ends on a bit angstier note.

Since what you mentally liked to call 'the incident', your patient was quieter, but no more cooperative. He would only address you with short words or small noises. There still seemed to be an aura of hostility around him, but at least he wasn't trying to actively murder you. Trying to get him to take his painkillers was a constant fight, since he refused any kind of help that came from you.

Arlong wouldn't even allow you to change his bandages. No matter how much you insisted, every attempt was met with low warning growls. No matter how good your arguments were, he always refused you out of pride. You needed to be smarter if you wanted him healthy and out of your life.

"Look." You said, massaging your temples, a migraine incoming. You had to choose your next words carefully because he had a very short temper and had already proved to you that he greatly surpassed you in strength. "You don't want to be here. You want to leave as soon as possible. You can't do that as long as your bandages are dirty, because your wounds won't heal properly. So. If you are THAT eager to get out, please let me use my knowledge to change them. Think of my knowledge as a tool to achieve your goals."

That seemed to do the trick. At least he seemed to be considering it. After seconds that felt like hours he finally agreed. "Fine, do it quick."

Your hands were quick and efficient when removing his dirty bandages, your delicate touch never causing him an ounce of pain or staying longer than needed. Arlong himself looked quite impressed with your work, no human had ever touched him so tenderly and carefully, surprisingly, it was not unpleasant. Why would you do it? Why treat a fishman like himself? Why keep trying to help when all he wanted to do was chew your head off? Humans were really stupid creatures. Still, something about you made you stand out from the other members of your race.

Your fingers cleaned every single wound of his broad chest, only stopping a moment to admire the sun tattoo he had. It was a vibrant color of red. "Quick, human!" Better rush becuase his patience was running thinner by the second.

Finally, the terrible task that had been so dreaded by him was over in like ten minutes. If he hadn't been so insistent in behaving like a baby, it would have been over much sooner. None of you spoke to each other for the rest of the day, but you swore you could feel his eyes on you.

After that fateful encounter, things seemed to get a bit better, albeit not much. You really thought you could really crack his shell, even if just a tiny bit. You even saw him smile a bit at some funny comment you made. You could get used to that.

Then, one day, you woke up and Arlong was gone. You felt a little hurt, not that you would miss his snarky comments and cruel remarks about your species. Still, he had gone without saying goodbye. You didn't even expect a thank you, God knew that not even at gunpoint you would get a thank you from him. He could have said he didn't want to see your disgusting human face again, at least that could have counted as a goodbye.

'What an asshole.' You thought to yourself as you leaned on the railing of the porch of your clinic. Wherever he was now, you could only hope he didn't get beaten as badly as he had been when you found him. Letting out a sigh, you turned back to your duties, there were still tasks to be done and patients to attend. You couldn't let the tiny hole in your chest distract you from your responsibilites.

Unbeknownst to you, Arlong observed you from afar, sitting on a large rock near the cliffs. He couldn't stay longer, he didn't want to stay longer. Those feelings growing in his chest were dangerous and he refused to have them for a human. Humans were monsters, slave holders that destroyed anything that was different ffrom them. Over time, you would prove to be just like the others, a cruel merciless soul that rejected his kind. This ridiculous idea of peaceful coexistence was just a foolish dream, this island would slowly fall apart. Because Humans and Fishmen were not meant to be.

With that last thought, he jumped into the sea, hoping the cold waters would help to erase the memory of you that had deeply engraved itself inside his head.

#arlong #arlong x reader #opla #one piece #one piece live action

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snow-143 · 8 months

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Water Coloured Tears | Jeon Jungkook

one- pilot (1.7k words)

Jeon Jungkook. The man that everybody wants, the man that knows this and loves the attention. On campus everybody knows him as Kook. However, I know him as Kookie, or I suppose my Kookie if were being critical.

He's never told anyone this and neither have I. A well kept secret that only we know here. Of course when I go back home for holidays everybody asks about him, how he's getting on and if were still close.

The truth is we haven't spoke since the last day of high school, but I keep up the act, answering their prying questions with a soft smile on my face. He's doing good, I usually answer. I'm not lying, from what I can tell he is doing good, amazing even if you look at it from the college dream perspective.

No one ever asks how I'm doing, they're just curious about the towns golden boy who disappeared the second school was out. Never returning during any breaks from college life. He simply just up and left. Not even savings a second to say goodbye to anyone, except for me.

I cant tell if this was worse or better, it kind of gave me a false sense of hope, he said goodbye to me and no one else, surely that means something. It didn't.

In a way I'm kind of glad that they're only curious about him, you see when they ask how he is I don't have to lie, it may not be a full truth but its not a lie. If they asked how I am though, the smile would be far too forced, a toothy one that I am all too conscious of.

The first time I was returning home I had over thought my replies far too much, only to realise no one cared anyway. I was always Jeons best friend, the hopeless girl who would follow him around with hearts in her eyes, much like a lost puppy. Never my own person, never anyone to be concerned about. Even my mother loved Jeon more. He was the son she never had. The golden child she had always wanted.

I suspect that she knows I don't talk to him anymore, the depression I fell into after he left was far too telling. Yet she still asks about him, still insists on me taking extra food back to college with me in case he isn't eating properly. She always packs all of his favourite foods, never mine. Never anything I ask for.

It was a shock to me when I realised he went to the same school as me. I was overjoyed. Thinking that it must have been fate, destiny had brought us back together.

That hope died along with my lingering feelings for him when we bumped into each other and he acted like I didn't exist. Just some random girl on campus who couldn't watch where she was going.

I still remember the pain in my chest when he scowled at me, I could distantly hear some girls snickering at my audacity to bump into 'the Jeon Jungkook'. But it was all muted out by the sound of his heavy footsteps walking away from me. Walking right into the arms of the prettiest girl I have ever seen.

Her name is Jennie. I've come to learn that she's not only gorgeous but also smart and the sweetest person you'll ever meet. She's honestly perfect. God. I'd date her if I could. But she's only got eyes for Jungkook.

If I'm being honest, and get over the childish resentment I have towards the idea they'd be the perfect couple. The thing with Jungkook is that he never dates. Not even someone like Jennie.

He's completely open about this, letting every girl he starts something with know that it wont go any further than a friends with benefits situation, they always think they'll be the one to change him though.

He cant really be blamed when they get their hearts broken, he was upfront from the beginning, they just refused to listen. I wouldn't say they can be to blame either though, everybody I've ever known has loved Jungkook, its almost impossible not to. I suppose I know this better than anyone. A living and breathing example that you cant be close to him without falling for him.

But now here I am, resenting everything to do with him. I wasn't upset at him for leaving, I understood that, but everyday of summer that I didn't hear from him buried me deeper into my hurt and anger.

He still had a phone, it didn't have to be the end of our friendship. Seeing him again just cemented this. He was so cold to me, I suppose I get it. He has a new life now, new friends. I guess I'm so hurt because he was all I had and it turns out I was nothing to him.

I had learned to be content with this. Keeping everything and everyone that has anything to do with him far, far away from me. It was a difficult task but a one I felt I had to do for my own sanity. Yet it was all in vain. All the friends I could've had, all the parties I could've attended, all lost for nothing.

Because now here I'm sat in my stupid art class next to no one other than Jeon Jungkook. How cliché, being paired up with you childhood best friend who you were madly in love with.

We've been assigned to take candid picture of our partners and make 5 pieces out of them. all with different emotions in mind and all in different mediums. We've been allowed free rein on this project. However, we will be deducted points if our professor doesn't think our pictures are spontaneous enough or don't show enough emotion. She also is expecting all our pieces to match up with the others, so in total she wants 10 pieces that represent both of our styles but can also all go together as one project. She's given us all a polaroid camera each, its honestly all so perfect.

This would usually be my wet dream. I'm allowed to do whatever I like on 5 completely separate projects. But the brooding presence beside me is damping the whole experience for me.

I'm quite surprised when she tells us this will be our last project of the year, giving us 5 months to complete it. She informs us that it will be 60% of our final grade and she wants us to go big for all 5 of the pieces.

I can tell other people are stressed by this from all of the muttering around the room but I honestly couldn't think of anything better. 5 months to express myself through my art anyway that I like. I can already feel the ideas rushing to me.

From an artist perspective I can kind of see me being paired with Jungkook as a blessing. If I have to channel all my emotions into my art I can't think of a better person to do it through. However, as the petty person I am I couldn't be more annoyed. I can tell he's pissed off too, he still has the same habits, I could read his body language with my eyes closed.

It kind of hurt, I cant lie, I know why I'm upset but is it really so bad for him to be paired up with me? Is he scared I'll ruin the pretty little reputation he's maintained here. It's honestly baffling how much one person can change. He never care what people thought of us before but now he cant even bare being paired up with me. He used to beg our teachers to put us together at school.

He finally looks at me, a scowl evident on his face, I don't want to be paired up with you either, dickhead. 'I'll ask if there's anyway we can swap.'

It's strange, the way my heart hurts at this, much like when he first left, or when he ignored me. It's silly, I didn't want to be paired up with him either. 'whatever.'

I'm already packing my things up to leave the class room when our professor starts talking again. 'Oh and one last thing, under no circumstances are you allowed to switch partners. I want this project to be as authentic as possible, I chose people you aren't friends with on purpose, I want you to learn about each other and to show that in your art. I want it to tell a story.'

It's like she's staring directly at me and Jungkook, 'For fuck sake.' Is all I hear him say before I leave the classroom.

'Hey, wait up.' Jeon grabs my arm, forcing me to face him. I haven't looked him in the eyes since I first bumped into him. The temptation to walk away from him just like he did to me is immensely strong. 'We should at least exchange numbers for the project.'

He sounds far to annoyed to my ears and it ticks me off even more. 'You're such a cunt.' Ripping my arm away from him I go to make my exit again. Call me dramatic but this is the first time we've talked since he left and I cant help but be a little bit pissy with him. God, he even deleted my number.

'What the fuck is that meant to mean.' Oh, he's seething . Good.

'Are you serious right now?'

'No.' he deadpans. god this boy infuriates me. 'Of course, I'm serious. What is your problem.'

'You're my problem. You and your stupid better than thou act.' It comes out as a laugh. An angry one.

'Look, I don't know why you're so mad at me, but you're going to have to get over it if were going to pass this class.' It's a reasonable point ill give him that. But really, he doesn’t know why i’m mad at him? That HAS to be a joke.

Sighing I decide to compromise, 'Just message me on Instagram, or did you delete that too?' It's petty I know, but I had to get it out.

'I'll message you later.' Completely ignoring my childish remark, he begins walking in the opposite direction. Being the one who gets to walk away yet again.

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#books #bts non idol au #bts x reader #fanfic #bts fanfic #bts angst #jeon jungkook #jeongguk #bts jungkook #bts #bangtan #artist au #bts college au #college au #forced proximity #bts smut

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jell0buss-37 · 10 months

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hiiiii i am absolutely in LOOOVEEEE with your fics<3333

i wanted to request something for peter b parker x fem!reader where it’s just a day in their life (domestic fic basically :3) like the reader owns a flower shop so she gets dressed in the morning so she can open it all while peter is watching her from the bed and talking about all the plans she has for today (and maybe telling her why she can’t stay for awhile in bed with him🤭🤭) then maybe once she’s at the shop, peter stops by to talk to her and leaves her lunch so she isn’t hungry :33

AND maybe possibly peter helping an old lady pick out some flowers and reader being surprised he knows what flowers go with what LMAO

i hope this makes sense and i would love to see what you do with this<33333

have an amazing day/night 🤍

This is so cute 🥺 and thank you!! I hope you like it. I got to use my flower language!

A day with Peter B!

He's most likely coming in from a long night of being spiderman, slipping out of his suit and under the covers next to you around 6 in the morning

You usually wake up around that same time, and aren't usually in bed at the same time as him, usually just walking out as he walks in

But it's a Sunday

And so you both cuddle in the early hours of the day, quiet mumbles passed between you two

Because it was Sunday, you opened your flower shop at 10 instead of 7 in the morning

You had sat up in bed at about 8, his arms around your waist and his head nestled into your stomach, your legs on either side of him, running your fingers through his hair, as he sighs in content

These were his favorite moments

He's dozing off, completely at peace, when you have to get up and start getting ready

He tightens his arms around you, a sound of protest leaving his lips

"Gimme like... 5 more days." "Pete, I have to make breakfast at least."

You end up having to get a muffin at a coffee shop near your flower shop

By around 12:30, he stops by to do his daily visit

"You never gave me my goodbye kiss :(" "Petie, you had your head under the pillows. I had to kiss your shoulder." "It's not the same :((("

He brings you some of his brownies that he had made at around 11 when he woke up that day before heading to see you

You two sit in the back office as he tells you about how his night went

He also brought the leftovers from last night that you had set aside for him

"This was my third plate. Your lasagna always hits the spot honey!"

In turn you tell him about your day so far, and he listens intently. No matter how wild his life as a hero is, he always finds your life interesting

You guys actually met when he was stopping these robbers from breaking into your store. You had been in the back, a baseball bat by your side, shaking

You almost hit him, but he dodged it and helped calm you down

He thought you were really headstrong, and stopped by the next day

He actually was too scared to talk to you, his confidence leaving him every time you'd smile

It took him a week to properly start talking to you

And you've been inseparable since

You guys finish your little lunch at around 1:30

On his way out, he quickly picks out a bouquet and hands it to what looked like a new couple

"Get her some red tulips and red roses. It means I love you newly in flower talk."

He absolutely loves whenever you'd ramble on about different flowers and what they meant

You were always so passionate whenever you spoke about them

And it made you blush whenever you catch him staring at you with such a lovesick look in his eyes

And so you couldn't help but smile whenever he'd help out your customers

He leaned over the counter, planting a big ol kiss to your lips, grabbing your face between his hands

"Big Smooch!" He'd say before doing it

"There's more where that came from ;)"

It always left you flustered, even after he'd flash that goofy grin and flutter his eyelashes at you, almost skipping out the door and on his way back to your guys' apartment

He usually goes back to take his evening nap before you came home to wake him up and have dinner with him before he went to work as the vigilante on Sundays

But when you get off of work at 7:00, you're surprised to see him waiting outside your door, wearing a suit and holding one of your favorite dresses, along with some of your shoes and some of your makeup

"Get ready, doll face. I'm taking you out tonight, and taking the night off to romance your ass."

You roll your eyes, before getting changed in your office, dressing up nicely for him

"Okay pretty lady, hang on tight!"

He swings you two over to a nice restaurant

You guys enjoy a night of laughter and good food, drinking wine and having a lovely date at 8:30

By 9:30 or 10, it didn't really matter, you guys were back in your living room, dancing to a song neither of you cared to learn the name of

You'd start out fast dancing, honestly just stumbling and shuffling around eachother

Then eventually he'd hold you in his arms, your head on his shoulder, his hand holding yours over his heart, the other wrapped safely around your waist. Ever the gentleman

Eventually you'd doze off, and he'd carry you to bed and watch you as you rest peacefully, his heart racing as he watches you

By 11:30, you both are out like a light, in each other's arms and dreaming of more days like this

#peter benjamin parker #peter b parker #peter b parker x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #headcannons

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ddmmyuta · 11 months

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in my (self)defense…

yuta x afab reader

warnings: smutty, fluff, angst, themes of sexual assault (not y/n or yuta), fear of men (if that is even a warning idk 😕), y/n is a lingerie model…

Let’s say your experience with men haven’t been that great leading up till now. You’ve always felt uncomfortable around men, the way they looked at you, the way they spoke to you and what they did make you repulsive towards any male human you saw. You were tired of your fear and anxiety around men, and that’s what brings you to this point of your life… standing in a self defense class with many other women who feel the same way.

You mingled with the other ladies, sharing your experiences and what was the final straw that brought you here. ‘My boyfriend… well ex boyfriend, used to physically assault me and our child’ one of the ladies said, making you feel humbled that you never had such gut-wrenching experiences. Despite all the girls having bad experiences of their own, you knew that your fear and anger was valid and you deserved to feel just as hurt as the other ladies.

Just as you were about to ask where the instructor was, he waltzed in with a beautiful smile on his face. ‘Hi ladies, how are you all today?’ he chimed, sparkles in his eyes. All the girl’s attention went straight to him, them all happily greeting him in return. ‘My name is Yuta, and I’ll be your instructor for today… and hopefully the rest of the course’ he says, everyone laughing at his statement. All the ladies were so focused on his words but you just completely spaced out… he was so charismatic. ‘Okay, before we start I think we should all introduce ourselves, get to know each other a bit better’ he says signaling at the girl standing next to start. ‘Hi my name is Angel, nice to meet you all…’ she kept on speaking but you just couldn’t stop focusing on the man in front of you. ‘Why is he so sweet and handsome and gentle and…???’ you thought to yourself.

To your surprise, you really enjoyed the class. Even though the class hasn’t ended, every moment was fun and enjoyable. ‘Uhm, y/n you’re doing that wrong’ Yuta said, looking you in the eyes he walked over to where you were in the room. ‘May I?’ he asked before putting his hands on your waist to show you how to move properly. Your waist felt tingly, almost as if you were feeling butterflies in your stomach. That’s because you were, you were feeling a shit ton of butterflies in your stomach cause the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen that smells like cherry and musk was holding your waist with his beautiful man hands. Once you got the move right, your face was so hot from blushing that you could literally cook an egg on it. ‘Well done’ he said, with his beautiful voice.

The class finally came to and end, but just before you could say goodbye and leave, Yuta stopped you. ‘Y/n, can I talk to you real quick?’ he asked, gesturing to a open chair close to his. ‘What’s wrong?’ you asked, looking at the floor because if you looked into his eyes you’d probably melt into a pile of bones and blood. ‘Nothing, you did nothing wrong. I just wanted to know why you were so quiet during class, did I do something to make you uncomfortable?’ he asked, trying to look into your eyes, but you wouldn’t budge. ‘No, you were great. I’m just still getting used to everything…’ you said, finally lifting your head up to look him in the eyes. You weren’t quiet because of the “new environment”, you were just phased out by the man sitting in front of you. ‘Okay, as long as you are alright then I’m happy!’ he said, smiling at you. ‘I should probably go, I don’t want to keep you busy.’ you said, standing up and making your way to the exit. ‘Bye…’ you said halfway through the door, leaving Yuta now time to greet you as well. ‘Goodbye y/n, I guess…’ he says, but by that time you were in the parking lot, that’s how speedy you were.

A week went by and you were getting ready to attend your second self-defense class. Yuta was as charming as ever, greeting everyone and helping everyone. It was his job, but it still made your heart flutter at how considerate he is towards all the ladies, always asking if he may help them. The end of class approached and as the ladies were grabbing their things, Yuta came up to you and grabbed your hand before you could even pick up your bag. ‘Can I talk yo you?’ he asked, holding your hand gently. ‘Sure…’ you say, uncertain of what he wants to discuss or do. All the ladies have left by now and it was just the two of you sitting on the floor. ‘What’s wrong? Sorry if I did anything wrong…’ you said, looking at the floor again. ‘Why do you keep apologizing and asking “what’s wrong?” y/n? You aren’t doing anything wrong, don’t feel obligated to apologize for every little mistake you make. You kept apologizing for breathing during the class!’ he said sternly, trying to figure out what’s bothering you. He wasn’t harsh but his words made you tear up. He saw one tear drop on the floor and he immediately panicked. ‘I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry, I’m only trying to help!’ he said lifting your face with his hand, making you stare with your swollen red eyes right into his beautiful un-swollen eyes. You signed out, gaining the courage to explain your self. ‘I’ve always felt like I’m doing something wrong, I always feel that whenever someone is slightly angry it’s my fault…’ you said and before you could even finish speaking, he held you close in a tight hug. ‘It’s okay, let it all out. You’re pretty when you cry.’ he said, making you laugh. You felt safe for the first time in years… all in this one hug. ‘I have nothing left to do today, wanna go grab dinner with me?’ he asked, releasing from the hug. ‘That would be nice… I like Italian food by the way.’ you say, Yuta laughing at your statement.

You made it to the Italian restaurant (yes girl whoop-whoop), sitting down at a nice table outside since the weather was nice. ‘I probably look like shit now after I cried…’ you said, placing your bags on a chair next to you. ‘No, you look beautiful as always…’ Yuta says, smiling at you. ‘If you don’t mind me asking, why did you decide to become a self-defense instructor?’ you asked, looking at his pretty hands that were fidgeting with his rings. ‘I grew up with my mom and two sisters who had a huge impact on my life. It made me upset knowing they are vulnerable and less safe compared to me since they were women in a world with messed up men. So they inspired me to help other women gain strength and confidence around men, that’s why I do what I do… for them?’ he said, looking into your now less swollen eyes. ‘That’s cool…’ you said, sipping some of the water the waiter brought in the meantime. ‘What do you do for a living?’ he asked, putting the ring he fidgeted with back on his finger. ‘I work in the fashion industry, mainly underwear and stuff like lingerie. I work in the marketing area…’ you say confidently. ‘Oh so, you organize the shoots or…’ he asks, not sure what you meant with “marketing”. ‘No, I model the lingerie!’ you say, chuffed. ‘Seriously, that’s pretty cool.’ he says, sipping some of the water the waiter I mentioned earlier brought you guys. ‘Are you ready to order?’ he asked, looking at your eyes, he kinda felt some butterflies too.

Another week went by and you were once again getting ready for self-defense class (insert epic rock music riff). As you were going through your messages, you saw Yuta canceled the class. ‘Oh, maybe he has something else on…’ you thought to yourself. Just as you were about to get into lazy mode Yuta called. ‘Hi y/n, I was wondering if you’d like to come to class usual time?’ he asked, making you confused as fuck! ‘But I thought the class was canceled…?’ you asked but he didn’t say much, just a ‘can you come or not?’. Of course you accepted and met him at the studio usual time. As you walked in, you greeted Yuta who was rolling up Yoga mats (if you saw that correctly) and you placed your bag on the floor. ‘Hi y/n, thanks for coming!’ he said, gesturing towards the floor that you two can sit. ‘I wanted to discuss something with you…’ he said, your anxiety flaring up after his statement. ‘I… I was just wondering… did you feel weird after our dinner last week?’ he asked looking at the floor. This was the first time he seemed anxious towards you. ‘What do you mean by that… I don’t have any stomach problems…’ you replied. ‘No I meant, do you feel tension?’ he asked looking at your eyes then your lips. ‘What do you define as tension?’ you ask, testing the waters, making sure you don’t make a fool of yourself if you spontaneously kiss him. ‘This feeling right now. The feeling that I want to hold you close, call you mine and kiss you’ he declared, making you shocked yet eased for feeling the exact same way. Before you could even say another word, your lips met each other’s.

You sat on his lap as his hands roamed your back, kissing deeper, and deeper every second. ‘Before I hurt you, do you want to go further?’ he asked looking at your beautiful body situated on top of him. ‘What stupid question is that?’ you said earning a grin from his face as he continued to kiss your neck. Your hands slid up his shirt and he finally pulled it off revealing his torso which made you melt. His belly ring, his tattoos… he was so sexy before but this made him ten times more sexy as if that was even possible. His hands went under your top, releasing your body from the garment as well, his eyes admiring your shoulders, waist, hips. He then flipped you onto the floor, him hovering above you as he pulled down your pants, leaving you only in your underwear. ‘For someone who models underwear, I’ve never wanted to take it off so badly…’ he says, licking his lips before undoing your bra and pulling of your underpants. He kissed along your body, until he met your sex. He started liking your clit, earning moans from you. You never felt this good! And to top it off he interlaced your hands together for more stability (what a gentleman). ‘Aah, Yuta…Please…’ you moan, hoping really badly no one walks in on you two. ‘You taste so good princess, can’t wait for you to cum’ he says, looking up at you and scrunched nose. ‘I’m gonna…’ you breathlessly say, Yuta only speeding up his movements. ‘I know baby, cum on my tongue for me’ and as he says those final words you collapse. Your pupils dilate and your body is shaking with cum dripping out of you. ‘How cute…’ he says, licking up some of your release.

Just as you catch your breath, he removes his pants and throws them to the side, lining his cock up with your entrance. ‘You want to cum around my cock don’t you princess?’ he says, smirk printed on his face. ‘Yes, please…’ is all you could mutter out, and before you could prepare yourself for what was about to happen, he pushes into you gently. It felt so good, just the initial feeling could make you reach your high all again. Yuta thrusted into you at a fast and hard pace, every movement making you feel his dick hit the spot. ‘Fuck, you feel so good…’ he says, looking you in the eyes. You couldn’t do anything beside moan and whimper at the feeling, your second orgasm approaching faster than it should. ‘Yuta, I’m gonna cum…’ you moan uncohesively, hoping he’d hear you. ‘Yes baby, cum all over me…’ he says, hitting you even harder if that was possible. Your back arches even more and your hands grip onto his arms which had been holding you tightly this entire time as you cum for the second time. You feel him cumming inside you, his breath getting heavier. As he pulls out, he sees your cum dripping out of your cunt, his eyes focused on your body and it’s breathing.

He lays next to you on the cold floor, pulling you into his arms. ‘Are you okay?’ he asks, holding you tightly as you are still rattled from what just happened. ‘Yeah, I’m fine thanks.’ you say, hugging him tightly. You’ve never felt this safe around a man… ever! Maybe this was a sign…

Fast forward 6 months, you’re standing in a studio, getting ready for a lingerie photoshoot. The self-defense classes have come to an end, you stopped apologizing for nonsense and you and Yuta were dating… like yes the man you felt the most safe around. As you were about to get ready into your outfit for the shoot, Yuta came in with a big pizza. ‘Since you like Italian food…’ he says placing the food down on the makeup table. You gave him a tight hug and thanked him for bringing the food, but you unfortunately had to go shoot. ‘Thanks, but I have to go shoot now, I can’t be all bloated from food right now…’ you say and before you could finish your sentence, Yuta stuffs your face with one slice of pizza. ‘Cheese makes your boobs grow and as a underwear model you need pretty boobs…’ he says, as if it’s facts. ‘Where did you learn that?’ you ask. ‘Intuition!’ he declares before stuffing his face with pizza. ‘Besides, aren’t my boobs pretty enough as is?’ you say, sarcastically. ‘Yes they are, but the camera takes away some definition you know…’ he says. You punched him at his stupid words, and that’s when you realized ‘hhmmm, men aren’t that bad… well some of them’

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sugawarassoccerlover · 1 year

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I go back to my roots when I’m stressed. Self indulgent blurb because comprehending growing up is a lot. Pre adulthood anxiety go brrrr

I had Older by Alec Benjamin on loop while I wrote this lmao

warnings: crying, breakdown, stress/anxiety about the future, suggested abuse but nothing explicitly stated

also Sugawara is 19 in this and starting university, reader is a 3rd year in Highschool

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“Hey, Koushi? What was it like? Finally saying goodbye to your childhood?” You asked, sitting at the edge of his bed as he typed away on his computer.

“It was hard, but exciting. I thankfully had my dad to help me with all this adulting stuff, so, it was scary, and I do sometimes miss my childhood, but growing up isn’t so bad,” he responded earnestly.

“That doesn’t sound as bad as my extended family makes it sound,” you chuckled lightly.

The former setter turned around to study your face. “You still worried about it? Getting older?”

Your eyes fell to your lap. “Yeah.” You forced a laugh. Your boyfriend was a year older than you and was currently talking university courses, but you were finishing your final year of Highschool. Graduating wasn’t the scariest thing to you, you were ready to say goodbye to these school halls. You however, weren’t quite sure how prepared you were for the future, the closer it got to adulthood. You knew your boyfriend was there to support you, but nonetheless it terrified you. And there was one other thing…

“Oh gosh, does it worry you that much, my love?” You hadn’t realized you were crying until Koushi spoke in a lower, concerned tone.

He moved to the bed, sitting next to you, bringing his hand to hold the side of your face carefully. He wiped away your tears as they fell. He wished he could do the same with your anxieties. When you didn’t respond, it worried him more. “Darling, what’s wrong? You can talk to me.”

You met his eyes with your teary ones, trying to find the words to describe the mess in your mind. “I just. It feels so sudden. I, I don’t really have much of a childhood to say goodbye to, yknow? I feel so.. robbed. I had to grow up way too fast, I missed out on my childhood and teen years, and now I’m being thrusted into adulthood, clueless of how to do anything.” You explained, voice breaking as you spoke. “How can I miss something I never had?” After that, you couldn’t keep it in, and the sobs that were building in your throat finally escaped.

Koushi’s eyes knitted together, his hand on your cheek moving to the back of your neck, gently pushing you to the crook of his neck. His thumb soothingly stroked your skin. “Oh honey,” he whispered, pressing comforting kisses to your temple. He held you there like that, shushing you softly. You were so precious to him, he treated you like porcelain, not as in weak, but because you’re valuable. You remained there like that, face tucked under his chin, one of his hands on the back of your neck, the other holding you. He waited till your sobs had calmed down to sniffles to speak.

“It’s perfectly understandable to mourn that you never properly got to be a kid, or a teen for that matter. I wish things were better for you, you deserve so much more than this.” He paused to look you in the eyes, so he could convey his words. His heart ached seeing the lost look in your eyes, he wanted nothing more than to take it away and replace it with happiness. Then he got an idea.

“I know it’s not much, but I know of something that might help, even a little. How about you tell me about the things you wanted to do as a child, or even recently, and we’ll do it. I’ll get you the things your parents didn’t let you have,” he smiled, brushing the hair from your face. “Within reason of course.” He added, trying to lighten the mood.

Your heart swelled up at his offer, tears beginning to fill your eyes once again because of how kind he was. “But you’re busy with uni, I couldn’t bother you, I’d feel too bad.”

“I’m never too busy for you, darling. Besides,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I love being bothered. You don’t bother me enough. I want to do this for you, I promise. I know I’ll never be able to make up for all the years of your life that you’ll never get back, but you deserve better than this, so I want to do what I can.”

“You don’t have to, Koushi..” you mumbled, feeling bad.

“True, but I want to. You’re worth this, love, and so much more.”

You two spent the rest of the evening cuddling, watching a movie of your. He got you tea before bed, which was set on the nightstand before you snuggled into his bed next to him. You laid your head on his shoulder, and he pulled you closer to him in response.

“Goodnight my love, tomorrow will be better, I love you,” he whispered before giving you a kiss.

“Goodnight, I love you too.”

The next morning you found a plushie you wanted since you were little sitting on the bed, a card with your name on it resting in front of him. You smiled to yourself, grateful to have someone like Koushi in your life.

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thelilsem · 1 year

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Neteyam x Reader

Chapter 3

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Sorry for the long wait, i didnt know how to approach this chp but im finally done. Enjoy!! :D

My eye shot open as i looked around I was in some kind of tent. I could feel my mouth bitter as I began to sit up, "You shouldn't be moving, your wound will get worse" It was Kiri, she seemed to have been doing a paste of some herbs as she walked up to me and rubbed it against my side. "Thanks, w-what happened?" I asked as i rubbed my temples from between my brows, i couldn't remember much from after feeling the pain in my side. "You fainted and grandma gave you medicine to help with that and for your wound. She told me to rub these herbs on your side, it’ll help ease the pain and make you recover faster." Kiri said as she continued rubbing all the paste

"Thank you, and I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused" I felt bad for causing so much trouble after getting here but it seemed like Kiri wasn’t bothered by it "It's no big deal" Kiri said as she eyed me with a curious face before continuing "But you can tell me some stories, while I do this" She said cheerily as she continued rubbing the paste. As we started to talk and get to know each other, Kiri's siblings soon joined one by one after hearing our conversations.

So it wasn't long before all 5 of us were huddled in a group talking about things that have happened to us, expect Neteyam, he seemed more distant then his siblings and he didn’t talk only listened. As we laughed I kept forgetting about my wound, making me wince in pain a couple of times. And although I wished I could continue talking to them, soon it was time for them to go to bed. "Come on that's enough talking for today, let y/n rest" Jake said as he came into the tent, the siblings got up as they made their way out as they waved goodbye. As I saw them leave I remembered something, 'That reminds me, I needed to thank neteyam properly uugghh im an idiot' I mentally facepalmed myself as Jake walked up towards me

"Y/n you should be resting" Jake spoke, his voice was calm as a small sigh escaped his lips "Yes, It's just that I haven't been able to talk to kids my age so, I got carried away" I said, it had been about 3 months since I was brought to Pandora and no soldier was willing to have a conversation with me. And it didn't help that back on earth I also wasn't able to make friends. "Really? Didn't you have friends back on earth?" Jake asked "No, you could say I was a lone wolf of some sort, and i never really stayed in one place for to long so i never got to know anyone for to long." I said with a sigh "Then what about your father? Weren't you with him?" Jake questioned "Oh, did i forget to tell you? My father passed away when i was 11 so i have been on my own" I said, Jake seemed to not have been waiting for the news as he was in disbelief for a while before regaining his composure.

"Then what about your mother? Did she also pass away when you were young?" Jake asked in a low voice, he seemed to have hoped that at least my mother was with me "My mother is alive and probably well, she left when i was young and remarried another man. I think she moved across the world, so I'm not sure on her status" Jake probably never saw that outcome as he now seemed like he had landed on a land mine, he probably felt really bad which was understandable. I also felt disbelief about my situation in the beginning, but i know that my dad wouldn't like for me to be down in the dumps so i try to always pull thru and live how he wanted me to. As i tried to make Jake feel better I failed to see the shadow that was standing on the doorway listening to everything before leaving. "No need to feel like that mr.Jake, im fine, although my life wasn't the best for a while i still had a lot of good memories. And I think of this situation like a fresh start" I said with a smile as i tried to lift the mood as it had gotten very gloomy. "Im sorry, i didn't mean to pry and make you remember those awful times" Jake said as he apologized "Its quite alright mr.Jake, i do not mind after all it is now in the past. By the way did you come to tell me something? It seemed like you had some news when you entered?" I really wanted to change the subject as i am not an expert when it comes to making someone feel better. "Oh, yea, my family and I will be leaving tomorrow to find refuge in the Metkayina clan."

Jake said as i nodded, the plan made sense since RDA was trying to get to him and his family "Then ill get rid of any of them while you are gone, and make sure the na’vi" I said, although i felt a little sad about them leaving. I thought i was gonna be able to get to know them a little more and make friends with his children, but i guess i was wrong. "What? No, you will be joining us in a later date once you’re healed. Listen y/n, I owe your father a lot. The least i can do for him now is take care of you, so from now on we are your family, alright?" Jake said with a smile as he sat down next to me and hugged me gently, his hug reminded me of my dad and I couldn't help but hug him back. Afterwards he patted me before making me lay back down and tucking me in before leaving. I laid there looking at the ceiling and listening to the faint noises that slowly disappeared. 'I guess I'll finally have somewhere to stay at' And with that I slowly started to drift into sleep once more

I woke up to the sound of people talking and working, as I began to sit up from the bed i heard a knock come from the entrance. As I turned to look I was met with Neteyam, the oldest of the sully kids. "Good morning, I hope I'm not bothering you so early" Neteyam said as he entered the tent, he had something on his hand but I couldn't tell what it was "Not at all, you came at the perfect time. I forgot to thank you properly for all the trouble I've caused, I hope I didn't inconvenience you" I said as Neteyam wore a small smile as he stood in front of me "Don't worry about it, how's your wound?" He asked as he pointed at my injury, it didn't have as much paste as yesterday but I could tell that it had gotten better. "It's better than yesterday, if it keeps healing like this I'll be better in no time" I said cheerfully

"That's good" Neteyam said, unlike yesterday he seemed more friendly and less guarded than yesterday. "My dad told me to give you this, he said that you'll need it" Neteyam added as he handed me what he had been holding, as I took it and examined it i noticed it was a throat microphone, like the one the Sully's were wearing. "Thanks" I said as I tried to put it on, but stopped as I raised my hands slightly above shoulder height. "Is something wrong?" Neteyam asked as he saw that I had stopped and wasn't moving my arms any higher "Can, can you put it on please? It seems my arms cant go higher than this" I said with a sheepish grin, neteyam seemed somewhat hesitant but grabbed the throat microphone from my hands. I turned around as neteyam put the microphone, his hands were warm as they gently brushed my neck. After about a minute of him adjusting it he finally finished. “There, all done” He said as he took a step back and I turned back around “Thank you” I said with a smile, i could also see neteyam smile a little

“Neteyam?” Jake came in into the tent as he looked at his son “Yes, dad” Neteyam answered “Have you finished getting your stuff?” Jake asked as he came next to him “Not really, i came to give y/n the throat microphone” Neteyam said, as i studied neteyams body posture i noticed that he seemed a bit more upright than a while ago “Okay, go finish grabbing your stuff ill finish giving the details to y/n” Jake said as neteyam nodded and left the tent “How are you feeling y/n?” Jake asked as he looked at me “Im feeling much better, but i have a question. Is it really okay for me to stay here while i heal? I only know a word or two in na’vi” I said feeling uneasy “Its alright, the tashik knows english and if you have questions that she cant answer you can ask norm. Ive informed him about your situation, he said hell keep an eye on you.” Jake said, making me feel much at ease knowing I’ll have someone to talk to. The next couple of minutes Jake told me about things that i should avoid doing, and things i would be able to do. He also gave me pointers on how not to disrespect the people here and also how i would join them in a couple of days, after he was done Kiri and Tuk came into the tent. They said their goodbyes and made me promise that when I joined them i would tell them more stories about earth and my life. And with that the sully family left, although i couldn’t see them off i could tell when they left as i saw how saddened some of the na’vi were when they passed by my tent.

#neteyam x reader #neteyam #neteyam headcanons #x reader #imagine #avatar 2 #avatar way of water #neteyam sully #fanfic

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atztranspm · 9 months

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Seonghwa PM 4 : 07/21/23

What are you all doing

Ah in korea

It's night

It's afternoon here

There's no time to get used to the time difference

Wait a bit, I'll be back

*goes live*

(This took me a bit ngl, I couldn't concentrate but uhhh hehe I did it!)

So for I think for the first live, it wasn't working properly and he was like "is it thing on?" So he ended it after a little and then restarted it

He finally got it to work 🤩 anyways he said his cute little hellos and stuff welcoming us and then started talking about what he was doing. He was resting in the hotel after he had gotten some churros. (He fr got me craving some so I went to buy some of my own) anyways.....he said he ate a lot but couldn't finish them so jongho came and got the rest. (I want to be jongho so bad)

(Do to seonghwas toktoq posts if you wanna see the churros, he posted them and they looked really good)

Atiny were asking him to show his face but he said he was bare faced and wasn't very comfortable with doing that yet. He said in a later live he would, but for this one he was just going to speak. (He has mentioned that he wasn't very confident in his bare face but bros literally so beautiful I tear up everytime I see him)

He talked about their concert in jeddah and how much fun he had being able to see atiny jump around and have fun. He said he was happy and enjoyed it a lot, he was able to end the concert happily and well.

I think someone had pointed out his lowkey stuffy nose but he said it wasn't a cold or anything, not to worry, his sinuses were just a little swollen. He tried curing it with ice but when he had asked for some, he didn't know that he had to pay. He said the bag of ice came with a receipt and he was so confused. He thought it was free but then sounded like an old man by saying "this generation...." 💀💀 he now knows that he is getting billed from now on when he asks for ice.

A few atiny asked about the games he was playing and animal crossing, but he said he hadn't played much in a while and that he was into Zelda at the moment. He even tried getting wooyoung to buy it so they could play (I'll play with u Hwa 🥺)

He talked a little about the summer photobook coming out, he said that those were take a while ago and he didn't really remember the shooting much. (Apparently there's water involved???? 🤨)

He also kinda spoke about the new magazine shoot for cosmopolitan and that he had lots of behind the scenes pics that he wanted to show us. He can only post 10 on insta tho (ateez solo Instas when kq?) He said it was hard to choose but he'll show us

Someone asked if he was tired or sleepy (cuz of his voice) and he said no actually he was adjusting well to the time zones and is well rested. He said the private jet had some comfy beds and he felt like he fell right through it, that's how soft it is. (I'm lowkey jealous, take me with u seonghwa) someone else asked if it was just the members, he said no there was 13 of them (both members and some staff)

A few atinys asked if he could do lives often and he said, if he didn't have to show his face he would. He just likes talking to us and it's really nice and comfortable for him to do lives like this (got me crying or whatever 🤧 ) he agreed with a comment that said it was like a phone call

He was looking at the time back in korea and said that it was getting late so he had to go. He said that even though he still had some more time in his day, many atiny were going to bed and some were starting there's so he was going to let us go now. He said his cute little goodbyes and ended the live

(This live was so cute, seonghwa never fails to make me sob in the corner of my room)

#ateez #ateez translations #atz #park seonghwa #seonghwa #07/21/23

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jeongyunhoed · 2 years

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Have a Brownie

Word Count: 1,579

Group: ATEEZ Watch Out: mental illnesses, mentions of fights, just basically the guys airing out their problems, mentions of abandonment, mentions of childhood/teenage trauma, mentions of loss, unrequited love.

A/N: Part of the superpowers au, kind of, that’s been sitting in my drafts for some time, and I thought that I’d post this within the last few hours left of my birthday (9/18). So, a present from me to you?

A/A/N: This is inspired by that scene in the movie “Notting Hill” when they try and compete for the last brownie.

Tagging @kflixnet

It was one of those nights when Lee Mirae, her half-brother Choi San, and her boyfriend Jeong Yunho had the time to go all out with their dinner. This time, they invited their tech guy Junhong, Seonghwa, and even Yeosang to join them. Mirae, with Yunho’s help, cooked a three-course meal and in a rare moment, they were all laughing and chatting about their lives in between the meals.

Mirae noticed that there was only one of her fudgy brownies left on the serving plate and she took the plate, seeing the surprised looks on their faces. “I’m going to give the last brownie as a prize to the saddest person in the room. This is a good brownie, and it’s a chance for us to get closer,” She eyed Yeosang, who shifted a little in his seat.

The males looked at her, then at each other. “Alright, I’ll go first,” Yunho smiled at her. “I don’t normally think about the sad things that happened to me, but if we’re counting for that brownie, I guess it’s worth a shot,” He said.

“First off, I came from a difficult home. Parents didn’t give a damn about me, my brother was completely helpless, my dad wanted his own way or the highway. I was also put under that training program where I didn’t really have a choice in what was happening to me. I died in Morocco,” Yunho chuckled.

“Then I had to travel miles to get here simply because my powers were acting up and I didn’t know how to control them yet, all because I wanted to come back to the love of my life who couldn’t remember me and I had to fight her to make her remember. My powers are really very limited because I can only teleport in the dark. I nearly lose Mirae on more than one occasion, I’ve never tried to find my family again and, to this day, I have no idea what else I want to do in my life.”

They looked at him appreciatively. “She did remember you though, and you two have been inseparable ever since,” Mirae teased. “You’re also trying to live your life mission or no mission, trying to be productive, and you’re surrounded by people who encourage you to figure out what you want to do in life,” Junhong chimed in.

“And you’re immortal too,” Seonghwa said. “You literally have all the time in the world to figure it out.”

“My turn,” San spoke with a chuckle, eyeing the brownie. “I’ve...run away from home since my powers came, trying to avoid suffering the same fate as another person here,” He eyed Mirae, and laughed. “I...lost the woman I loved because an old colleague of mine shot her, I lose my other old colleagues as well because of that same person,” He tried to recall.

“I’ve never had a permanent home for more than 10 years of my life until I started looking for Mirae, and we almost didn’t recognize each other when we met again, only to be reminded that our sibling relationship was non-existent because my mom was just as much a bitch as my dad.”

“You’ve got billions of won stashed in your clothes, though,” Mirae pointed out, pointing to his room.

“Your powers are much more useful too compared to Yunho too,” Junhong added, making them laugh. “Then, if I may, Mirae?” He said, and she nodded.

“I never really knew my family, I never knew who my parents were, and the only other parental figure I had was killed by the goblin prince and I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to him even, and I never got to grieve properly because I was focused on everything else,” Junhong explained.

“The Seoul attack, lost me my colleagues who were like my brothers, the guy I looked up to as a hyung was actually why two other people I am very close to are no longer here, and the things I know should be considered classified under national security because of my missions with you, and,”

He paused, looking down as if embarrassed. “I become an awkward turtle around women. My whole life was about inventions and technology, and I have yet to find someone who would be able to take this madness that we’re in and not think poorly of me.”

“No one thinks poorly of you here,” Mirae said quietly, patting his shoulder. “If anything, you’re what keeps everyone together. Chanyeol and Hyuk would’ve said that too, I know it.”

“And you’ll find the one, you just need to get out more, I guess,” San replied. “Human, non-human, anything’s possible.”

Junhong shrugged. “I guess the Esteholm is a great place for singles.”

“If Professor Jang hadn’t found you, you would’ve been working for the government with how much you can do,” Mirae pointed out, and they hummed in agreement. “Seonghwa, want a shot?” She asked.

He nodded, looking at each of them before he began. “I was...in an orphanage when I was a baby. Apparently, my mom gave me up when her boyfriend got her pregnant and she felt she couldn’t raise me since she was in university, at least that was what I was told,” He said, making them stare at him. “When I got older, I got into a fight with a few kids there, and I was framed for something, whatever it was, that got overboard, so I was sent to the sanitarium instead,”

“And while I was in the sanitarium, I...” Seonghwa shrugged. “Suffered like Yunho and Mirae, under that trigger. I didn’t know that I’d end up working for a crime family, get experimented on, all that stuff. When I decided to leave the safehouse and go on my own, that was when my powers manifested, I shattered the windows of the cafes and shops I passed by because I was so scared, I didn’t think my hands and my eyes would glow green either, it seemed so noticeable.”

“I guess we’ve all been under torture, one way or another,” Mirae nodded. “Have you...tried looking for your family?”

Seonghwa shrugged. “I wouldn’t even know where to start. Who knows where they could be, where my mother could be. But knowing what we do, it’s too risky to even find them.”

“The same could be said of you, Mirae,” Junhong pointed out.

Mirae chuckled and waved a hand dismissively. “This isn’t about me, this is about the rest of you and this one brownie,” She held up the plate again. She glanced at Yeosang. “...Want to give it a go?”

Yeosang blinked at the question. “Me?”

“Yeah, I mean this is a good brownie. But if you don’t want to, it’s okay,” Mirae said. “It would be great if you did, though...” She grinned.

“My dear Mirae, if I speak about the tragedies in my life, I will immediately claim the brownie,” Yeosang pointed out with a smug expression on his face.

“Oh come on, at least narrow it down to the recent decade,” Yunho scoffed. “Or the recent years.”

“I mean, Yeosang’s right though,” San egged him on as well. “It’s going to take us days to hear what he’s got to say, by then the brownie might’ve gone bad.”

They laughed. “Well, it’s only fair if Yeosang tried it out. We don’t know much about you, and every one of us has revealed something about ourselves,” Junhong added.

Yeosang side-eyed all of them, his gaze stopping at Mirae. “Very well, very well,” He cleared his throat, fixing the sleeves of his jacket. “I will narrow it down to the recent decades, as Yunho suggested, but I’m afraid there’s nothing the four of you don’t already know.”

“Then tell us like we don’t know it,” Mirae chuckled.

“I am a mutant, the rest of my descendants, or late descendants, rather, do not. Knowing this, they resented me for being able to do things they could not. They became part of that abomination of a cult, developed such hatred for our kind and made instruments and technology that targeted people like us, with my son being the one responsible for turning most of you here into the people you are now,” Yeosang explained.

“I’ve had to kill them, of course. My own past shortcomings have come back to haunt me in the posterior,” Yeosang continued with a sigh. “Such as that other demonic woman, and my connections to the group that killed two of those people Junhong has referred to.”

“...That’s heavy,” Seonghwa said quietly.

“Thus, I have no family, not anymore. If there is one thing I have learned, it is that immortality is not being able to live forever, but to see everyone else die in front of you,” Yeosang’s expression turned wistful. “It has been a lonely life, but c’est la vie. It just goes on.”

“Are you still lonely now?” Mirae asked quietly. “You might not have family anymore, but, and I’m sure they would agree, you’ve got us.”

Yeosang stared at her, then noticed the expressions on the rest of the males. “I...suppose.”

“Oh who are we kidding, give the hag the brownie,” San frowned, making Yunho and Junhong laugh. Seonghwa and Mirae looked amused as she handed the vampiric looking mutant the dessert.

“You literally had three brownies, San,” Mirae pointed out with a laugh as Yeosang appeared to look victorious while taking a careful bite out of the brownie.

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mrjhncb · 2 months

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Shadows of Doubt

I am a person who cannot communicate properly, do public speaking, or do anything that involves speaking in front of others. In short, I don't have confidence or self-esteem. Since I was a kid, I barely spoke to others, not even my own relatives. I hide on my father's underarm if someone wants to talk to me, as my parents said.

Since kindergarten until I graduated from high school, Grade 10, I have had an award. like achiever, honor, and exemplary, I am always on the top list. It's not like I boast; I just wanted to say that even though I have had an award since then, I feel empty, like I didn't know something. I remember when I was in first grade, if my mother and father forgot to say goodbye,like waving their hands, I cried. I don't know why, but I'm afraid. My teacher loves me and us, but I'm still scared of being left alone. I'm not literally alone, but, as I said, I don't talk much, so I feel like I don't have a friend. I was only in the top 3 in this grade, but my teacher said something that I cannot forget. She said to my mother, "I think Marie was just good at participating or having confidence to participate in activities in the room; she will be the top one. Compared to others, Marie got a higher score than them, but the problem is that she won't really cooperate even if she knows the answers." I will be the top one if I just participate. But, of course, I'm a young kid who didn't realize my mistakes. This thing is still going. When I was in grade 2, I still lacked confidence, but I am aware that our room is the best. By the way, I am in the top 2. When I was in Grade 3, I will never forget this. I expect to be at the top because my teacher will always order me, like "teach this girl how to read," etc., so I think that I am good enough that she trusts me in those things, and I also always get high scores, but when my teacher announces the honors, I am not on the list. My mother was shocked because our top student is the girl I teach how to read—the girl that my teacher asked me to teach. Our top 2 is the boy that she always scolds because he will do nothing but play. Our top 3 is okay, but I am sure I do better than him. Again, I'm not being boastful. My mother was disappointed about the result, but of course, again, I was a kid, so I didn't have any reaction to it. Then one day we heard something, and that something made those kids our honors. In grade 4, I feel like my teacher doesn't like me, and I don't know why, but I don't care anymore. As long as my performance is clean and I don't do forbidden things, then I'm okay. Grades 5 and 6 are going well. In grade 5, I was in the top 1. In sixth grade, I can't really say something bad, but I feel something isn't right.

In high school and junior high school, I actually thought I did better because I was always on top, but the lockdown happened. It makes me realize so much. I recall all my memories and realize that I made so many mistakes that I really didn't know so much.I treat schools as competition; I didn't do my best; I just went with the flow.

I had so many insecurities, both physically and emotionally. I tried to change myself—not for the others but for myself. I always think about whether my move will affect me or others. I always make sure that my decisions are in the right place. Physically, I do some exercises, I dress myself up, I wear what girls wear, and I put on some make-up, but of course only if there are occasions. The second one is that I tried to communicate with others by talking to my neighbors and chatting with friends. And I did it. I claim it. They may say that they didn't see it based on how they see me in person, but I know that I improved.

Lockdown helps me so much. I gain some confidence, like I don't care what people say about me as long as I'm in the right place. so I challenge myself. I enrolled in another school that will make me better and can give me so many lessons and learnings. ASIAN LEARNING CENTER, INC. This school comes to mind automatically. There is someone who has recommended this school before. I always said that I enrolled in this school because I liked the uniform, but the truth is, I feel like this school is going to give me a lot of learning, lessons, and experiences, and I'm not mistaken. The teachers are approachable. I've learned so much, even though it's only my first semester at that time. This school is helping me gain confidence that if I am still in the shy stage, I will not be able to pass.

I gained confidence in lockdown, and ALC helped me, but I am still hesitating to share my thoughts and opinions. but I promise myself that I will make it; I will make this for my future, to reach my dreams. I don't want to be a person who doesn't do anything but sit in silence. I don't want to be a person who just accepts things without fighting for them, and I don't want to be the person who regrets the past.

This school year, I won't expect to be on the top list anymore; I won't treat this as a competition like I did in my past school years. I'll focus on my own learning. I will concentrate on my goal, which is having guts, confidence, self-esteem, and also trusting myself.

The biggest lesson I've learned is that "CHANGE YOURSELF FOR YOURSELF, NOT FOR THE OTHERS. BE WHO YOU ARE, DO WHAT YOU WANT,AS LONG AS YOU'RE RIGHT, FIGHT FOR IT. WE ARE NOT BORN TO PLEASE EVERYONE, WE ARE BORN TO DO SOME MISSION, AND THAT MISSION WILL NOT SUCCEED IF THE PROBLEM STARTS FROM YOU."

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fuckinorangecat · 7 months

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part 2

Abysmal. There is a character limit, I can't believe this madness. Anyway.

We walked through a bunch of claw machine/gatcha shops and played a little bit. It was nice and I saw a very dedicated lady trying her absolutely hardest trying to get a golden kamuy figurine. She got it in the end, I was so happy for her. I was gonna attempt myself and if I got it I would've given it to her. She looked so close to giving up. Ahh, human perseverance. After that we got tired and went to a cafe where we waited for another addition to the party. A scottish JET, we outnumbered the American 3:1, fuck yeah. After meeting up with walked around further and went to a retro game store called Super potato or some shit. It was actually really cool lol, they had a claw machine for random ds/psp games and just a bunch of niche but cool japanese titles that we never saw in the west. One day I'll be able to read and play them properly. After that we found a fucking kebab stand, me and the friend I was staying with went ballistic, much to the american's confusion. Also the way americans say kebab is hilarious lol. We instantly buy some wraps and devour them, although it made me sad because it didn't hit the same as home. Guess it'll never be the same. Straight after I bought takoyaki, it was a very fat day but we walked like 30,000 steps by the end of the day so it should be fine - plus im on holiday. I'm not actually the biggest fan of takoyaki btw, too fucking heavy of a food. It's like eating a small rock every ball. After that we decide to find an izakaya and wind down. We find a place with outdoor seating and a perfect 6 seats, we were expecting two more JETs. Two more americans which unfortunately bring the numbers even. When they arrived, it was lovely. We all just spoke about random shit I can't even remember and drank. It was a great night. We bonded and exchanged instagrams, the Osaka JETs loved me and I them. Before going home we went to a conbini and I bought ice cream along with this other JET who LOVES ice cream. She bought one earlier too so I thought I'd join her this time. We ate ice cream and went on our merry way home. Two of the JETs go on the same train as us so we mingled a bit more. The girls all decided to have a twilight binge together, they invited me too but damn I smelled like shit. Ain't no way I'm polluting someone else's house. Especially after she showed me how nice her little place was lol. It'd be like a hotbox but instead of weed it's dutty fuckin' pits and tbh whole body. It was hot ok and I suffer in those conditions. 35 degrees celcius and crazy humid. Also we were exhausted since we've been running on 5 hours sleep. SO WE GO HOME, shower and sleep pretty much straight away.

The next day I woke up, packed up early to meet a former coworker from the UK. He was in Japan for a couple of weeks and I promised I'd meet him, that was actually the whole reason I came to Osaka. I said goodbye to my friend and went straight to the station my friend was arriving to. Travelling around Osaka was easy, it was pretty much identical to the tube. Just with better trains (airconditioned). I reunited with my former coworker and it was great lol. It's felt good speaking to someone I've known for a pretty long time, even though realistically we've only been apartment for like just under two months lol. Not much to actually write about but we did some touristy things! Went to the aquarium, which was actually the biggest aquarium in the world when it was built in 1990. I remember reading it on wikipedia before I was here randomly. I didn't realise it was the same one till I got there and felt a hint of familiarity. After that we met up with the rest of his friends which was amusing, a total of 6 black people and me so everyone was looking at us. I couldn't stay long but I helped them find a restaurant and order, talk a small bit, exchanged instas and left for my dreaded 7 hour journey back home. My friend actually walked with me to the coach station, bless him and i almost missed it too lol. I was very panicked and annoyed, thank you D for putting up with that. I hope the rest your trip to Japan was great.

The coach journey itself was fine, this time I actually slept most of the way unlike last time. I couldn't wait to be home and when I got home I was greeted by my neighbourhood cat Pochi. I was happy.

AWAY THAT CONCLUDES THE OSAKA ARC AND IM LAZY AGAIN

love, J-sensei

#diary #txt #thoughts #personal

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adoringhaikyuu · 3 years

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when their teammate has a crush on you

characters: kageyama, kenma, oikawa, tanaka

warnings: nothing, just some pouty boys and possessiveness

notes: i stumbled upon @kageyuji‘s take on this while i was writing! so i thought i might as well give them a shoutout!

kageyama:

you already know this boy speaks up with no shame

and he will glare at anyone who gets in his way or on his nerves, especially when they do anything to you

so when hinata doesn’t even try to hide that he likes you, saying boldly “well why should i lie?”

you could only imagine the rage that kageyama is feeling

he doesn’t even want you in the same room as hinata sjkdfghsdj

he will pick either you or hinata up and take you away, depending on the situation

or he’ll take hinata’s face in his hand and just throw him away

but the boy always bounces right back, somehow unharmed and you’re grateful for that

but anyway it’s not that hinata is necessarily trying to break the two of you up, it’s more that he’s genuinely confused as to why you’re with kageyama

“how could you possibly like this bully? is there something wrong with you?”

he got chased by kageyama immediately after saying that––

your eyes widened as you saw a flash of orange jump in front of you as you walked towards the gym, ready to meet kageyama to go home. “y/n! y/n! could you please throw some balls for us?! yachi had to go home but we really wanna practice some more!”

you stepped back and your boyfriend came out of nowhere, practically smacking the other boy out of the air, leaving him to crouch on the ground, clutching the top of his head as he scowled at the dark-haired boy. “calm down you idiot! y/n doesn’t have to if they don’t want to! they’re probably tired anyway and just wanna go home.” he turned to you and gave you a small smile. “you wanna go?”

you looked between the two. “i mean...i can help you guys practice for a little bit.”

the other boy sprung up again. “oh! thank you! thank you!”

your boyfriend bowed his head quickly. “thank you.”

you smiled up at him and he felt his cheeks redden. “of course, tobio.” a smile spread on his face as well but it was short-lived as hinata spoke up, suddenly inches away from the two of you.

“what’s up with your face? why do you look like that?”

kageyama scowled down at him. “nothing’s wrong with my face! what’s wrong with your face?!”

“why are you yelling at me?!” hinata turned to you, “he’s so mean! how are you with him?” he looked down and mumbled to himself, “i wouldn’t treat you like this...”

kageyama’s eyes widened with rage. “what was that?!”

“n––nothing!” the smaller boy backed up, eyes wide with fear.

“you know what? we’re leaving.” kageyama stormed into the gym and quickly got his things, ignoring hinata’s pleas.

“aw what? why?! come on kageyama!” he turned to you, “y/n please––”

suddenly you were facing your boyfriend’s back as he stood in front of you to glare at the other boy. “don’t even think about it. we’re done for today.” he turned to you and grabbed your hand, tightening his hold when you waved goodbye to a pouting hinata.

when you were almost off the premises you looked up at kageyama. “you know you’re kinda hot when you’re jealous,” you smirked up at him and he stuttered in shock.

“what–i–you––”

you laughed and kissed the back of his hand softly, immediately giving him a nosebleed. you handed him a tissue which he gratefully took, glaring at you weakly.

“you know i’m yours, right?”

he swallowed and blinked a couple times before nodding once.

“then you have nothing to worry about, okay?”

he started muttering to himself, the only words you could make out being “idiot” and “dumbass”. you placed your hands on his cheeks and he stopped and looked down at you, eyes wide.

“okay, tobio?”

he nodded. “okay.” he paused. “but that doesn’t mean i’m going to be nicer to that idiot––”

you laughed. “yeah baby, i know.”

kenma:

let’s say you’d been dating kenma for a while now, a little lowkey

and everything is fine, everything is going really well

kenma likes it when you hang around the team, the team likes you

you’re like a part of the squad

and kenma’s feeling great about it

until lev comes along––

kenma already doesn’t like this boy, he doesn’t even know how to hit a ball properly––

but when kenma notices the way the tall boy blatantly stares at you during practice, the way he always tries to butt into your conversations and show off to you...

kenma’s practically radiating angry chihuahua energy, the air around him red and he looks like he’s two seconds away from biting––

if lev interrupts your convo w him sometimes he’d just stare at the boy deadpanned and go back to his conversation with you, “anyway–”

or he’d take your hand and lead you away

or he’d literally just say “go away, lev.” and the poor boy would just pout and whine, “aww what? why?”

one time lev tried to tag along on one of your dates and you had to step in front of kenma so he wouldn’t kick the boy in the shins or something

lev really wasn’t trying to do any harm, he was just a big lanky puppy who had a little crush on you

but still, kenma wasn’t having any of that

kuroo leaned on the wall next to where kenma was leaning against it, sipping his water during their ten minute break. he smirked down at his friend teasingly, “so what are you gonna do about your new competition?”

kenma wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, putting the bottle on the floor as he practically snarled. “shut up.”

“woah,” kuroo smiled, raising his hands up in mock surrender. “put your claws away, man. i’m just asking.”

kenma simply grumbled in response, making his friend laugh.

“well you should think fast cause it looks like he’s getting real close to y/n right now––”

kenma’s head snapped up immediately and his jaw clenched when he took in the sight across the gym. lev was lying on the bench, practically half his body folded, his legs bent on the ground, his head on your lap, his eyes closed.

kenma huffed and stomped over to you two, some of his other teammates jumping out of his way when they felt the almost deadly aura around him. he stopped right in front of you and you looked up at him.

he blinked. “why is lev on you?”

you shrugged, “he said his head was hurting and then just plopped his head in my lap.”

said boy finally opened his eyes and perked up, “oh hi kenma! my head’s been hurting from all this hard practice so i thought i’d rest a bit.”

your boyfriend’s eye twitched. “on y/n?”

“yeah!” the boy smiled, somehow completely oblivious to the setter’s rage. “they’re real soft, you know––”

“yes.” kenma interrupted, blunt as ever. “i know.”

noticing the increasing tension, you spoke up. “hey lev?” he looked at you happily. “your head’s feeling better now, right?”

“well i guess so...”

“maybe you should go get some water and some fresh air then, yeah?”

he pouted, “but maybe i should stay for just a little longer–” kenma was about to pop a blood vessel.

“trust me,” you guided him up gently. “this is what’s best for your health.”

as soon as he agreed and walked away from you, you looked up at your boyfriend with a smile on your face and pat your thighs. he eagerly took lev’s place and looked up at you with a furrow in his brows that you were quick to smooth out with your thumb, smiling when he visibly melted at your touch. you ran your fingers through his scalp to calm him down and he purred, leaning into your hands.

“stupid lev...” he mumbled to himself and you laughed, leaning down to kiss his forehead, making him blush immediately.

“you have nothing to worry about, okay? i’m yours.”

he blinked, trying to calm his heartbeat, a small smile on his face. “good.”

oikawa:

alright let’s switch things up a lil bit and mention someone i’ve personally like never seen mentioned in this scenario

let’s say mad dog likes you

oh boy

so at first oikawa thinks he’s seeing things

but once he notices how kyoutani opens the door for you, the way his eyes linger on you a little more when you come to practices or to the games, the way he gives you a small smile every now and then––

kyoutani doesn’t smile for anybody!!––

oikawa’s eyes narrow and he gets a bad feeling in his gut

otherwise known as jealousy

now he knows you’d never leave him or anything like that, but the fact that you start getting closer to the walking time bomb and you become the only other person that he listens to besides iwaizumi––

oikawa doesn’t like that at all

he’d get all pouty and would literally drag you away from your conversations with the younger boy, almost whimpering when he glares and practically growls at him

“where is y/n-chan??” oikawa asked to no one in particular, his hands on his hips.

kindaichi stopped and picked up one of the stray balls on the floor, “oh i saw y/n outside with kyoutani.”

“what?!” oikawa pracitcally shrieked, making the younger boy jump. he mumbled to himself, “i swear we need to get mad dog a collar with bells on it––” he stomped over to where the two of you were, a strained smile on his face as he noticed you laughing, kyoutani’s cheeks slightly pink.

“well what do we have here?” he said forceful but cheerful.

you looked to your boyfriend with a smile and kyoutani simply glared at him, but then again, that was just his face. “oh we were just getting some fresh air. are you done practicing your serves?”

“i sure am.” he smiled, pulling you close to him by your waist and pressing an obnoxiously loud and wet kiss to your cheek which you immediately wiped off with a grimace, which he did not appreciate. “y/n-chan!” he whined, “that’s not very nice!”

“well don’t make it so wet next time,” you rolled your eyes.

noticing the other boy still hadn’t made a move to leave, your boyfriend spoke up. “shouldn’t you be leaving now, mad dog?”

you smacked his chest and he yelped. “don’t be so rude, tooru. he was keeping me company while you did your extra practice, you know.”

he pouted and looked to the ground.

“i should be getting home, anyway.” the blond spoke up gruffly. his eyes softened almost imperceptibly as he looked at you. “see you, y/n.”

you smiled, “bye kyou.”

“bye mad-dog!” your boyfriend practically sang, as he looked over his shoulder at the boy leaving. he turned back to you and you pursed your lips at his behavior, making his shoulders droop in shame.

“you’re such a big baby, you know that?” although you insulted him, your voice was soft and he couldn’t help but smile at the way you cooed at him, your hands holding his cheeks. “but you’re my baby, okay? stop worrying so much about kyoutani.”

he nodded. “okay...” his eyes widened hopefully, “can i get a kiss please?”

you smiled and shook your head, before leaning in. he really was a baby sometimes.

tanaka:

you already know this boy is loud

and he likes to show off what’s his because he’s just so proud that you’re his and he loves to fawn over you

so he’ll always have a hand on you, an arm around you and he’ll always shower you in compliments whenever he sees you

a total simp

and that’s just in general

so when his friend likes you ??? bruh

let’s just say nishinoya thinks you’re kinda cute,,, okay really cute and his crush only (unwillingly) grew for you after you started dating tanaka and hanging out with them all the time

he’d be really excited whenever you were around, a pink tint covering his cheeks, a smile glued to his face

he’d try to show off during practice and games, looking to you after he lands a successful rolling thunder

and tanaka would be growling in the corner sdfghj

he’d literally try to one up his friend immediately and would scream to you in the stands “I LOVE YOU BABY THIS ONE IS FOR YOU!!”

after they win he’d pull you into a crushing hug and give you loud kisses all over your face

he’d do the most and then he’d smile all smug making sure everyone including nishinoya saw

you laughed as noya jumped several feet in the air to high five you after winning their game, a bright smile on his face. “did you see that last receive i did y/n? did you?”

you nodded, laughing. “yes i did noya, it was really impressive.”

his cheeks turned pink and he ducked his head, scratching the back of his head nervously as he waved you off. “ah it wasn’t all that...it was pretty good though, huh?”

before you could respond, you saw a flash of movement in front of you before you were suddenly being hoisted into the air. you gasped and wrapped your arms and legs around your boyfriend, “ryu!––”

“hey baby!” he practically yelled, smiling up at you and not so subtly walking away from his best friend with you in his arms. “did you see me hit that last spike? your man looked pretty good out there, huh? better than everyone else right?”

daichi who was walking by the two of you quickly hit the back of tanaka’s head in warning, hearing his words. “watch it––”

tanaka turned his head, “uh i mean you looked great too captain! couldn’t have done this without you––”

“yeah yeah,” he walked away, rolling his eyes and you laughed yet again, grabbing your boyfriend’s attention.

he looked up at you with wide eyes, squeezing his arms around you tighter and you smiled, putting your hand on his cheek. he nuzzled into your touch softly and you pressed a kiss to his lips, making him blush immediately. “of course i was watching you, and yes you looked very very good out there. i’m so proud of you.”

he smiled wide but tried to act oblivious when you went on, “you know you kinda interrupted my conversation earlier with––”

“well anyway! i think we should get going now--” he spoke far too loud, walking faster from the gym, making you shake your head at his adorably possessive behavior.

you leaned your head on his shoulder fondly, “you know you can be ridiculous sometimes ryu...”

he huffed quietly, “well you still love me right?”

you smiled. “always.”

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