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sturniololoco · 2 months

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this might sound weird but her me out.

could you do one where like reader is matt(or chris’s) gf but the boys have a younger sister (like sls) and when the sister goes to stay with the boys her favourite is always gf and she tells all her troubles and feelings to her when she’s missing her mom and dad

i completely understand if this doesn’t make sense but the idea came to me randomly xx

Home Sick

Matt Sturniolo x fem! Reader

Warnings: kissing, cuddling, crying, home sickness, etc.

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Y/N’s POV

My boyfriend, Matt, has been on the phone with his little sister the entire way to the airport.

This is her first time flying by herself and she just got off the plane so Matt is trying to walk her through it.

Chris and Nick have been talking excitedly about the plans they have made for her while they got their vlog camera ready.

I however, was nurvously picking at my nails, wondering what their sister will be like.

Will she like me?

I was pulled from my thoughts as I felt a hand on my thigh.

“Stop worrying baby. It’s gonna be fine.” He says in a low tone.

I smile and hold his hand, praying that he’s right.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as cute as Matt’s little sister sprinting into his outstretched arms.

Normally, he would call this cringy behavior, but I know he's so happy to see her, that he secretly enjoys it.

She does the same to Chris and Nick, somehow showing all of her love for them in one tight squeeze.

Then she came over to me.

I was shocked when she wrapped her small frame around me, hugging me tight.

I looked up at Matt, giving him the Are you seeing how cute this is? look.

He smiles back at me proudly while grabbing his little sister's bags.

Pulling away, but still holding my hand, she pulls me with her to the car behind her brothers.

To celebrate the little sister's safe journey across the country, we indulged in a pizza movie night for the occasion.

I was snuggled into Matt's side on the end of the couch, and both of us snuggled into a blanket while we held hands.

Matt's sister was on his right, leaning into Chris on her other side.

It was safe to say that the siblings had a very close relationship, just judging by how they cuddled close together on the couch.

At the end of the movie, Nick stood grabbed our plates, and started to clean up. Just as Matt and I were about to do the same, Chris began tickling his little sister with no mercy.

Matt was quick to join in, the trio laughing as her brothers held her down.

Once they gave in, she was half upside down and breathing heavily, smacking her brothers on the leg as they walked away to go and help Nick.

"You ready for bed, baby?" Matt asked me, seeing me yawn from m spot on the island.

I nodded and stood, giving everyone a quick goodnight hug.

But as I went to see their little sister, she was fast asleep in her spot on the couch.

Smiling lightly to myself, I called Chris over.

"You might wanna move her before she gets too comfy." I laughed as he scooped her up into his arms and whisked her off to bed.

I wasn't far behind, only I followed Matt, snuggling into his warmth as we lay down in his bed.

Who knew a light coming all the way from downstairs could be so annoying.

It was the middle of the night and got up to pee, but haven't been able to fall back into my slumber thanks to the obnoxious LED light coming from the kitchen.

Giving up on any more rest, I kept out of the room and made my way down the stairs, to be met with a sight I was not expecting.

The Sturniolo sister was there, scrolling on her phone as tears poured from her eyes onto her cheeks.

I hesitantly sat next to her, and when she tried to stop her tears, I pulled her in for a hug, only making her sob harder.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Do you need me to go get Matt?" I asked, rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her.

She shook her head no and calmed herself, taking in a deep breath before saying,

"I just miss my brothers being at home so much. But I also miss not being with my mom and dad. I wish they could just come home with me." She said, sheepishly.

I gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Your brothers talk about you every day. They miss you just as much, but that's what makes these visits so special. You get to spend special time together." I said.

this seemed to cheer her up slightly. She sighed and smiled before leaning in and giving me a tight hug.

"Thank you," she mumbles into my shoulder.

"Any time kiddo. I'm always here, just as much as your brothers."

I feel so bad, this was so rushed! Lemme know if you want me to add more or redo it, or just do something simular. <3

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dreamcaught · 5 months

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Some of you are still in weird denial about the relationship between the Doctor and Rose.

Seriously, I just saw a post saying that the Doctor opened up more to Martha and Donna than he ever did with Rose. That is like, flat wrong. Flat. You don't understand perspective - the nuance of their story. The in-between-bits we infer but don't get to see on screen and the implications of their comments and comfort toward each other.

Do you people realize that the first thing he did was take her to destruction of her planet, to share with her that his planet is gone and he's the last one left? Do you realize that she's the first one he travels with after losing that planet, and how much that must mean?

Do you people realize that Rose tells stories of traveling with the ninth Doctor that we never, ever get to see? These things still happened, are still canon, which imply a great amount of time that isn't on screen?

Did you notice how close the Doctor, Rose and Jack become, despite having literally only two episodes together before they get chucked into the Game Station? Those three did not just travel to two places, folks. That could have been months, years, that are just between them.

Do you understand the implications of Ten's song after he regenerates?

Do you really not notice how Rose specifically refers to their first trip as a date, and how he doesn't deny it? Do you realize that, in The Impossible Planet, the Doctor implies that he would live with Rose on the slow path, and that he'd like it?

(Do you realize that he does, as Tentoo?)

Do you honestly think that they don't talk? By Doomsday, Rose is learning how to fly the TARDIS.

Here's a thought. Established on screen in The Parting of the Ways, Rose says she doesn't remember how they escaped the Game Station. If that's true, how does she know that she's the one who turned the Dalek emperor to dust? How does she know?

We never saw that happen, but we didn't need to see it. There is an entire relationship worth of conversations over breakfast and hugs goodnight and trips to space markets for trinkets and coffee that we don't need to see to understand that their relationship was deeper, open and more honest than what we get to see on screen.

Ten opened up to the audience via his conversations with Martha and Donna on screen, but he was only able to do so then because he got to do it behind the curtains with Rose first.

#nine x rose #ten x rose #tentoo x rose #otp #rose tyler #doctor who #angry ramblings #defending this ship with my life

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st7rnioioss · 2 months

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౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ romance cheat sheet, pt. 1

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: swearing

summary: Chris and you have been best friends since middle school. Chris has been in love with you since he met you, and you developed a small crush during sophomore year. It’s now currently senior year, and Chris has no idea how to ask you out. So him, his brothers, and their friend, Nate, make a ‘romance cheat sheet’, to get you to fall for him (even tho you already have..?)

a/n: i JUST found out there’s a literal book with the same plot. uhhhhhhh, don’t sue me

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It was around midnight. Nate, Matt, and Nick were all slumped on the couch, looking at me sitting on the floor, my legs crossed.

“C’mon, don’t be such a pussy, Chris. Just ask her out already, she clearly likes you!” Nate groaned.

I had been talking about y/n for the past 20 minutes, deciding if I should text her to ask her out or not.

The thing is, she is my best friend, and I won’t risk our friendship just because I was delusional, and thought she liked me back. There’s no chance, she’s fucking perfect.

But yet I still had a small voice in my head, telling me she just might like me back.

“Nate, it’s not that fucking easy. She’s my best frie- girl best friend. What if I fuck up?” I lean back against the carpet, covering my face with my hands with a frustrated grunt. This wasn’t easy, at all.

“I say we make a little cheat sheet. Romance cheat sheet.” Nick said with a proud smile, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. He’s mentioned it before, but I cut it off immediately.

This time I felt different though. Maybe he was right, what if it would work? He noticed a thing or two.

“I’m with Nick on this one. You clearly like her. Too much for my liking.” Matt mumbled, making Nate break into laughter, leaning back in the couch.

I doubt it’ll work. None of us have any experience with women, but Nick had a few female friends. I mean, me, Matt and Nate also did, but we weren’t as close. I’d just let Nick take over the list.

“Okay! Fine. Nick, grab a paper or whatever,” I rolled my eyes, standing up to find a few pens for all of us.

Nick and Nate added a few points. Here and there I remembered a few thinks she liked, crossed a few of the stupid ideas out, kicking Matt because he wasn’t helping, and so on.

“Wait, her favourite flowers are tulips-“

“I don’t know, she mentioned she’s never played golf before?”

“She likes the Nerds Gummy Clusters.”

“Nick, we already have matching bracelets. Look- Mine’s blue.”

The final list consisted of 13 points.

1. Tuck her hair behind her ear once in a while

2. Get her flowers for no reason (tulips)

3. fake failing a class

4. Let her borrow your hoodies

5. Hold her hand when walking (oh la laa)

6. Kiss her forehead when she accomplishes something!!! ;)

7. Teach her how to play golf or something, stand behind her

8. Remember her ordr orders for specific restaurants

9. Always have her favourite candy in your bag (nerds gummy cluts clusters)

10. make out with her Take her out when it feels right

11. Go shopping or whatever

12. Get matching bracelets (more)

13. KISS KISS KISS - n8

“Alright, I think this is good. You start Monday, try to check any of these off during the day.” Nick said, putting the cap on the pen pack on. Nate nodded, and Matt was practically asleep on the couch.

I stared at the list for a second. Was it stupid? Was it really worth it? Would it even work?

I tried to push the thoughts away. It’ll be fine, if it’s not gonna work, at least we’re still best friends.

“Alright, I’m going to bed then. Goodnight.” Nate yawned as he stood up, making his way to the bathroom. I just gave him a smile.

“Nick, I’m scared it’s not gonna work. What if she thinks I’m a weirdo? I mumble, looking down at my hands. I shot Nick a glance.

“Chris, stop. She’s not gonna suddenly find you weird after being your best friend since middle school. You guys are attached to the fucking hip, this is literally the first Friday in what? Weeks, she hasn’t been sleeping here. I’ve seen the way she looks at you, laughs at your extremely unfunny jokes, always staying by your side. You literally sleep beside each other. So please, shut up. And goodnight.” Nick rolled his eyes as he also stood up.

Deep down Nick felt kind of happy for his brother, finally trying to making some sort of move on his best friend. It was getting painful to watch two people completely oblivious to each other.

I looked back at Matt behind me, asleep on the couch with his phone in his hand. I slowly got up to put his phone on the coffee table, finding a blanket for him, before making my way to my bedroom, not forgetting to bring the cheat sheet with me.

I had been staring at the ceiling for God knows how long. The overthinking had taken over, makes me completely restless.

That was until my phone lit up with a vibration.

a/n: chat ignore the message thing, i don’t know how y’all make them. yes, it was 9.30 pm💀 i know it’s short, sorry😖😖

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missmonsters2 · 1 year

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WandaNat

Pairing: WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Warnings: awkward!reader. clint slander. WandaNat no mercy.

Note: i miss them

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This was your worst nightmare—trapped between the bodies of two incredibly hot, kind, and funny women.

And no, it wasn't in the sexy way—your brain refused to even let you go down that route. You'd implode at even the slightest thought of it.

This was Clint's fault, you quietly seethed, plotting his gruesome murder that could later be turned into a true crime podcast. Laura will have to be a widowed single mother, and the children will have to grow up fatherless, but surely it was for the best.

"Come down to visit us!" Clint said to you, your mind mimicking his voice unflatteringly. "It's been way too long since you guys came to stay with us."

It was a normal occurrence; you thought nothing of it. You, Wanda, and Natasha often went to stay with Clint and his family quarterly. Natasha visited more with her girlfriend, Wanda, and they invited you every time, but you settled that four times a year was enough.

It was usually fun, and the time spent was enjoyable, so you really had thought nothing about it.

Until Clint decided he was actually the incarnate of the devil and condemned you for some undisclosed sin.

"Oh, you three are cool sharing a room, right? The other spare bedroom is under renovation. I mean, one of you can take the couch but I highly don't recommend it with what the kids have spilled on it over the years."

No, it wasn't okay, you wanted to say at the time, but Wanda and Natasha nonchalantly waved Clint off and told him it was fine, and the conversation breezed on, never to be returned to again.

Why would he invite all three of you if there wasn't enough space!? You tried to tell Wanda and Natasha that you could drive to the nearest hotel at night, but they looked at you strangely and asked if you hated them. It was jokingly, but you could hear a tinge of hurt in their voice, which silenced you from offering to leave again.

But now you were suffering.

The bed was way too small for three people but left enough room for just a couple of inches to keep you from coming into skin-to-skin contact with either redhead.

You stared at the ceiling, despite being unable to make out any details of the room in the darkness.

Why the fuck were you in the middle?

You should've been on the edge. At least then, you could hang half your body off it to keep some distance.

You started at the edge of the bed—make no mistake. But then Natasha came to your side and asked you to scootch over. You assumed she preferred sleeping on the right side, so you started to make your way down to the other side. But then, to your horror, Wanda climbed in from the other end, effectively trapping you in the middle.

The words were caught in your throat as you tried to force them out and ask if you could have the edge, but Natasha and Wanda mumbled their goodnights before promptly falling asleep.

This was unacceptable; you mentally cried. This was—weird. You know that Wanda and Natasha have been together for ages, and they probably didn't care, but it was strange to be in the middle of them like this. You're way too awkward for this.

It brought up the unwanted feelings you've been trying to get rid of for months.

The worst part was that it was winter, and this room was so fucking cold. Was Clint going through financial hardship? Why isn't there any heat in this room?

You wished him ill, you wished him ill, you wished bad things upon Clint Barton.

You shifted, trying to pull the blanket up higher and shrink yourself to retain some of the heat. You turned on your side, facing Wanda's back, and frowned. You could practically feel the heat radiating off her and wanted to scoot away from her. But you couldn't. You'd scoot right into Natasha, who was also radiating heat as she faced your back.

At this moment, you hated them for being so unaware of their temptations.

You swallowed. Moving a little closer to Wanda wouldn't be too bad, right? Just to steal a bit more of her warmth, so you could fall asleep and wake up early to get out of bed.

You scooted a little closer, your nose just inches away from her back since there wasn't much wiggle room. Her heat emitted off her like a goddamn fireplace, and you sighed a little at the warmth on your nose and the parts of your cheeks.

It was still pretty cold, and you shivered a little.

Your movement seemed to wake Wanda as she lifted her head to look around at you. You looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Turning back, Wanda lay her head back down and shut her eyes with a yawn.

You started to scoot back to where you were, but Wanda grabbed your wrist from under the blanket and pulled it over her waist as she shuffled back into you.

The warmth pressed against your front jolted you, and you were stiff, despite how good it felt.

"любимая, she's cold," Wanda mumbled in the dark as she threaded her fingers through yours.

Wanda was clearly speaking to Natasha because the redhead behind you shifted and moved closer until she was pressed against your back snuggly. Her arms wrapped around your midsection as she tangled her legs through yours.

You wanted to die.

You wanted to kill Clint Barton and then run into oncoming traffic.

"Um," you croaked.

"Is this better?" Natasha mumbled sleepily, and she was so close you felt her lips move against your shoulder.

No.

Yes.

No.

"Uh," you dragged out before finally deciding with an awkward stiff, "Yes."

It was warm—almost too warm now. You closed your eyes with a silent groan.

You weren't getting any sleep tonight.

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weird-is-life · 5 months

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Hiiii, I saw your post that you reopen your request. Can I please request Aaron Hotchner x reader where he found out that your seeing a guy in another department after he rejected you. It depends on you if you want a happy ending or not. Thank you so much, I hope you'll see this.

Ty for the request🥰! I changed it up a little to a accidental rejection🤭hope that's okay. Warnings: use of y/n, accidental rejection, swear words, jealous Aaron, happy ending(1.2k)

Aaron just randomly passes your office and notices you're not alone. There's a man leaning over your table, blatantly flirting with you, it's so obvious, that Aaron doesn't even need to hear it to know it's flirting. And seeing your shy smile at that makes it even worse.

He overhears a word 'date' and Aaron's face goes white. Some weird feeling raises in his chest, one, that he hasn't felt in a long, long time.

He can't look at it any longer, so he spins around on his heels and storms into his office. His usual frown deepened like 10 times.

Aaron is aggressively writing reports, slapping papers down onto the table and swearing at the 'stupid pens', that keep spilling under the pressure of his intense writing, the whole afternoon.

The team, of course, notices his sour mood, but they choose to simply let Aaron cool down, not wanting to be the ones under his deadly gaze.

It's almost evening, most of the people already left home, that somebody comes to check up on him. It's Penelope.

She nervously knocks on his door, " you can come in, Garcia." Aaron murmurs, not even looking up, from his paperwork.

"Thank you, sir," she steps awkwardly inside and stays quiet, trying to come up with the right words.

Aaron sighs and looks up at her, when he realises, she won't say anything if he doesn't encourage her, "what do you need, Penelope?"

She smiles at him sheepishly," sir, I just wanted to ask if-if you're okay?"

Aaron should have known, that that's why she's there.

But to answer her question? No, he doesn't really feel okay. There's jealousy boiling in his chest. He likes you, like a lot and-and he'd thought, that the feelings were mutual. That you liked him too and if he'd asked you on a date, you'd say yes.

Aaron's been trying to gather the courage to ask you out for weeks now. And seeing you with another guy just makes him wanna either punch something or dissappear somewhere for a long, long time.

Maybe he should have seen it coming, you've avoided him this whole week and Aaron didn't want to press you for an answer why. So maybe the guy is the why.

Aaron sighs for a second time and mutters," I'm fine."

Penelope raises her eyebrows, she obviously doesn't believe him," are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. You should head home, it's late," Aaron says and dives back into the paperwork, even if his mind is still on you. It has been the whole day.

"I will, sir, but you should go home soon, too," then she adds softly," and even if you are really fine....-I just want you to know, I'm here, always."

Aaron doesn't say anything in response, so Penelope wishes him a goodnight and turns to leave.

Something suddenly comes over Aaron and he stops Penelope as she nears the doorway," Penelope?"

"Yes, sir?"

Aaron hesitates, overthinking it," you're friends with y/n, right?"

Penelope's smile grows into a cheeky one, "best of friends, she's the best. I love her, why do you ask?"

Aaron runs his hand across his face," I just happened to pass by her office earlier and saw a guy there," Aaron hopes he won't regret asking her this in the future, " is-is she seeing him?"

Penelope, weirdly, glares at him, " and what if she is? Why do you care? You rejected her, sir, she's free to date anyone she wants to."

Aaron frowns so hard from the confusion, that his face might permanently get stuck that way from now on. What the hell is Penelope talking about? When did he reject you? Why would he even do that? That's impossible. He rakes his mind for an answer.

"What? Penelope, I didn't-" Aaron suddenly stops himself, remembering what she's talking about. He did it.

He did reject you. He's such a fucking idiot, he can't believe it. Last week, you and Aaron were just talking in the Bau's cafeteria. And out of nowhere, you asked him, all shy and nervous, if he wanted to grab lunch together. To Aaron's horror, he replied 'I don't have lunches, I don't have time for them' and he can remember your little, sad 'okay', and how you just quickly excused yourself and left.

He didn't fucking realise, you were asking him out. He was too distracted by your shy, pretty smile and also the current case they were working on, that he didn't catch on.

"Shit," Aaron curses, " I messed up, I gotta go." Aaron basically runs out of his office towards your, hoping you're still there. Penelope, on the other hand, stands there, smiling happily to herself.

To Aaron's luck, you are still there, packing your bag. Aaron knocks on your door to let you know he's there and let's himself in.

"Hi...-," you turn around with a smile, but it drops immediately after you see Aaron," Oh, h-hello, sir."

Aaron is a little hurt, that you are back to calling him 'sir' and not Aaron," hi, c-could we talk? Do you have a minute?"

You look uncertainly at him, but seeing him so desperate to talk, you nod a yes.

"Thank you," he says out of breath," first of all, I just want to say that I'm the biggest fucking idiot there is. I completely didn't realise that you were asking me out on a lunch, like a date. I was too distracted, but I'm not making excuses. I fucked up and I know that."

Aaron takes a big breath before he continues," I've been meaning to ask you out on a date myself for weeks now. And you did it before me and I completely missed it. I'm really sorry, y/n. I'm such an idiot. I wish I could go back in time and slap myself for it. Because I like you y/n, like a lot," Aaron confesses," but I know, I'm too late and that you're already seeing somebody else. I just....I just wanted you to know, how I feel."

You stand there with your eyes wide and your mouth a tiny bit open in shock. You thought, you were just imagining Aaron's feeling after he rejected you, but turns out you weren't. They are just as real as yours are.

You break a small smile," ask me."

Aaron looks baffled at you, "w-what?"

"You said, you've been meaning to ask me on a date. So....ask me."

"What? But what about the guy?"

"There's no guy, if you mean the guy from earlier, I rejected his invitation to a date. I'm not interested in him," the only guy you're interested in is Aaron," ask me?"

Aaron, finally, feels like he can breath normally after hearing your words and he even smiles at you, " y/n, would you like to go on a date with me? Only if you want to of course."

You bashfully look at him," I'd love to Aaron, but only if you make some time to have lunch with me."

Your cheeky smile is everything Aaron needs to know, that he's forgiven.

"I'll always make time for you, " Aaron reassures you, even if you both know that with the work he has, he can't promise that, but he does it anyway.

"Then it's settled," you smile at him happily and stand on your tiptoes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Call me later, yes?" and with that you're gone, before Aaron even has the time to recover from your soft lips on his cheek.

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i-think-i-have-too-many-fandoms · 1 month

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(Dilf!Deku x Nanny!Reader is what I think is what this is)

Description ~ Single dad #1 pro Deku’s daughter wakes up and starts crying for “mama”

“MAMA!” Izuku shoots out of bed at the sound of his daughter screaming. He sprints down the hallway of his large apartment to his daughter’s room. He turns on the light to find his daughter with tear stained cheeks reaching out for him. He sits on the edge of her bed and wrapped her in his arms. “What was it babygirl?” Izuku asks his 5 year old daughter. “Nightmare, about you and mama.” That caught him off guard, his daughter had never really had a “mother” she was dropped on Izukus doorstep with a paternity test saying she was his. “What do you mean baby?” He gives her a confused smile. “Mama? Where is she. I wanna see her too, where is mama?” Izukus daughter looks up at him with big ol puppy dog eyes that would make anyone certain she was his. “Who are you talking about bubs?” “Mama! She’s around all the time! Don’t pretend daddy.” Looking into her confused eyes and that’s when it clicked, she was talking about her nanny.

“Are you talking about Y/n? She’s not your mama, baby.” The little girl in his arms makes an ‘oh’ sound and cuddles deeper into him, he knows she's just to tired to argue and frankly he is too. Instead of risking another nightmare leaving her in her own bed he picks up his little girl and goes back to his bedroom. Izuku finds himself unable to sleep, instead thinking about you. In the last few months you’re all that’s been taking up his headspace. Thinking about how good you are with his daughter, and he wishes he could tell you but he couldn’t do that. It’s bad enough how much it aches him to be away from his daughter as much as he is but he refuses to put a partner through that. So he keeps his thoughts to himself, but will continue letting his daughter think you are her mother. The next day when you came by before he left he had told you that his daughter was in his room, and that she’d had a nightmare and to keep an eye on her during nap time and if anything changes to keep him updated. The usual stuff- except when he was saying goodbye and he grabbed the back of your head and kissed your forehead before heading out the door. You froze in your spot and started overthinking, of course you found him attractive but it was more than just his physical appearance, you’ve seemingly fallen for him because of the way he acts towards everyone that works for him, the way he is always there to kiss his daughter goodnight even if he has to go right back to work after, its the way he is exactly what people think he is but so much more. Now, switch to the other side of the door Pro hero Deku was panicking, when he got home tonight you would probably tell him you quit, or you’ll give him some kind of “HR paperwork”.

He shouldn’t have done it, he knows that but it felt so natural as if he’d done it every morning, like it was routine. But he hadn’t, it wasn't, he’d never done it, he’s thought of doing it. Thought about what he’d do if he would actually married you and got to do that every day- but that wasn’t your guys’ dynamic, your dynamic was that he’d tell you what was new with his kid then leave, and you’d message him interesting stuff that happened throughout the day, and when he’d get home you’d be watching something on tv and he’d sit beside you and tell what happened that day and then you would politely say goodbye to him, but this? This is too- too domestic for you two. But before he can retract and go back inside to explain he gets a message from work telling him there’s an emergency. So he has no choice but to go about his day, expecting a text from you about anything, so that maybe he’ll stop overthinking and panicking but you don’t.

And back at the apartment you were hanging out with his daughter and there has been so many things you’ve wanted to send him but you didn’t want it to be weird. So you went through your day, overthinking just as much as he did because, what was that this morning? Did he mean to do it? Did he think it was someone else and he mixed up because of how tired he was from his daughter waking up in the middle of the night? Oh god… of course, he probably thought it was someone else. You went about your day trying to put your best fake smile on for the darling little girl and at times you’d forgotten but then it come rushing back justas quickly as it had left. At some point Izuku had called a friend who had the day off to go relieve you of your duties for the day, but that only made your despair and overanalyzing worse. You had spent half the night confused and worried and mind wandering, until eventually you gave in, put on the closest pair of pajama pants you could and drove yourself to his apartment. You knocked quietly a few times and while waiting you were questioning what you were doing here but then he opened the door of his apartment and you knew.

You know what to say and why you’re here, “what was that?” You almost cringe at the question. “What?” Oh no, he’s confused, he doesn’t know what you’re talking about this was a mistake. And you abruptly say that you’re sorry for bothering and turning around but he grabs your wrist turning you to him. “I don’t actually know what it was” “So it was a mistake?” Damn, that hurt. “No, definitely not, I- would you like to come inside to talk? It’s cold out.” You follow behind and sit beside him on his couch facing him, knees close to touching. “Believe me, I, very much, like you, and if I was normal, living a normal life I would ask you out on a date in a heartbeat. But I will not do that to you, and I am sorry for what happened yesterday morning, if you choose to continue working for me then I can arrange that we will not be in the same area at the same times-“ “I’m not fired?” You interrupt him, severely confused.

He then looks back at you mirroring your expression, "w- why would you be fired? I'm the one who did it, if anything i thought you'd have smacked me with HR "sexual harrasment' papers when i got back but you didn't." You cut him off again because this whole misunderstanding was starting to make your head hurt, "Why would you be in trouble? You sent me home early, i thought you were firing me." You place your head in your hands. Izuku wants so badly to rub your back in comfort but is understandably apprehensive of making the situation weirder. You pause with your head in your in your hands. 'How could you have just glossed over what he'd said?' You lift your head to look him in his beautiful emerald eyes, "You, like me?" You tilt a eyebrow at him. His face turns a bright shade of red as he answers, "i- w-well not- no- but-" He becomes frantic with his wording and as your looking at him avoiding your eyes you take a chance. You reach for his face and pull it to your own so your faces are inches apart. You leave space for him to close in case youve read the signals wrong. Waiting for what seems like forever (it was a few seconds), Izuku places his hands at your waist and presses his lips to yours. Both of your movements are slow and intimate as you press together fluidly. Before it goes too far you both pull away breathlessly admiring one another. "Izuku...would you like to go on a date?" You speak softly still doubting what had just happened. Hesitating to answer he looks at you earnestly, "I don't want my schedule to hurt the people i love."

"I know, and I'm probably one of the only people who will actually understand enough for this to last with us. I know your schedule and i know you. I know that if anything happens it isn't your fault." You keep eye contact with him as you speak. "If this doesn't work out i would never hold it against you." He scrutinizes your face for any hesitancy, and when he doesn't find any he answers your question, "How's Sunday?"

#mha deku #izuku midoriya #mha fluff #mha x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #deku x reader #izuku x reader

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SAM CARPENTER HCS — DATING HER

Summary: What it would be like to date Sam Carpenter.

Pairings: Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader.

Warnings: SFW & NSFW. Implied fem reader, she/her pronouns used. MDNI.

Author's note: Not much to say, look at those arms tho. 🤤

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SFW:

You've met Sam through her job (one of them).

She's a waitress at one of your favorite diners, but after seeing her face, you had one more reason to go eat there everyday.

Sam had issues and that was obivous.

You didn't knew what had happened, and Sam didn't knew if that was a good or a bad thing.

You knew something was off when you looked at her, while she was serving your morning coffee, and she would just look away.

Like if she wanted to look, but she couldn't.

One day, the diner was about to close and she was cleaning everything up, while you finished your last mug of coffee.

So, you handed her your phone number written on that 10 dollar bil that Sam swore she wouldn't keep it.

And of course, she did. She rather have 10 dollars out of her paycheck than to miss the opportunity of having your number.

Sam was scared.

Everyone who came into her life got involved into her mess, one way or another. She didn't wanted that for you.

And although she didn't even knew a single thing about you (despite the fact that you liked your coffee black), she cared deeply about you.

But after you guys started exchanging texts, she realized that all she wanted was to be herself with you.

Behind all of that protectiveness, Sam was just insecure. She just didn't felt safe anymore.

And she hated not having control of things.

Which is why you guys' first date made her anxious as fuck.

She didn't knew what do to, or what to say. She was scared to drive you away with all of her baggage.

But you, and thank god for that, took the matters into your own hands.

Being the extroverted girl you always were, you talked about pretty much everything all night. All of your favorite movies, your favorite music.

You even explained to Sam why purple was the superior color for a good amount of time.

And all of the anxiety she felt before, suddenly was gone.

Needless to say she kissed you goodnight after that amazing date.

Sam proved herself to be an amazing girlfriend, actually.

You would visit her at the diner everyday, sometimes you guys would even walk home together.

But for a very especific reason, Sam would never let you go upstairs to her place.

And you didn't knew why; she never told you.

You thought it could be her sister who didn't liked you, her friends who thought you might be weird; maybe she was a secret hoarder.

But all of the questioning came to an end when she drove you to college one day, and your friends saw her face for the first time.

"Holy shit, is that the Woodsboro girl?" One of your friends said after she left.

"Who?" You asked, confused.

"You don't know what she did? Dude, she's a murderer."

That night, you and Sam had a heated argument.

You were sad that after 6 months of dating, she couldn't even be real with you. It's like she didn't even trusted you enough.

"How would I tell this to you, (Y/N)?? No one teaches you to tell your girlfriend that you had to kill someone, god damnit." You took a deep breath, and looked at her.

"Look at me, baby. I don't care what you did, what you had to do, or what happened back in that town. I believe in you. I trust you." And that was what Sam needed to hear. From anybody. From you.

After that argument, you guys rarely fought anymore. You gave her time, and space. You understood her issues, you took care of her.

Eventually, you got to meet her friends, her roommates,and especially her sister, Tara.

And you guys hit it off right away, which made Sam so happy and relieved.

"You really like her, don't you?" Tara said, while Sam and her were together in the kitchen. Sam looked at you and Chad playing some Mario Kart together, laughing and making fun of each other while Mindy and all of the gang were laughing as well.

"Yeah, I do."

Sam is the kind of girlfriend who pretty much always wants to break up with you because her mind tells her to do so.

She's just too scared to hurt you, to bring you into her life.

But she's also very caring, being the most incredibly sweet girl you've ever met.

When she's home from work, tired, all she wants do to is cuddle you and feel your fingers onto her her.

She's just a huge softie sometimes.

NSFW:

Everything about Sam being a softie doesn't apply here.

It took you guys a certain amount of time to finally have sex.

Mainly because Sam was just insecure.

But when you finally did, you've asked yourself how the fuck could she be so insecure?

She was just that good.

Sam is a dom most of the times, like I've said; she feels safer when she's in control.

And she's a good dom, lemme tell you that.

She's the kind of dom who wants to overstimulate you so bad until you use your safe word.

She wants to make you feel the better you've ever felt.

Her favorite position is the missionary (especially with the strap).

There's something about looking at your face while she fucks you raw that just gets her going.

One of her biggest kinks is also mommy daddy kink.

And she kinda found out by accident.

You were supposed to call her mommy, just like she'd asked you.

Somehow, daddy came out instead.

And now she won't stop railing you untill you call her that again. And again.

And again.

She's VERY into dirty talking.

She could easily make you cum just by whispering all of the things she wanna do with you.

"Fuck, you like that? Look at your fucking face, you wished I was fucking your mouth too. God, you're such a slut. Your pussy is made for me to fuck."

And at that point she was fucking you so good that all you could do was nod and whimper.

Sam also prefers to fuck at your place, mainly because she's terrified that Tara finds out she has a sex life.

And let's never forget about the day Mindy has caught you two.

"Oh, my god! I am so, so sorry- Wait, is that a butt plug?"

So now Sam's traumatized enough.

And also, she has a huge toy collection that she absolutely adores using on you.

Like I've said, overstimulation is a big thing for her, and she wants to fuck you in every way possible.

And at the same time.

"Fuck, look at you... So fucking tight yet so ready for me, huh?" She whispered while she was fucking your ass with one of the plugs. "Bet daddy can make you cum just by fucking your ass, don't you think?"

But when Sam bottoms, though.

Seeing her so vulnerable, so submissive, gets you going like crazy.

Sam didn't allowed herself to be in that position for a very long time, it's safe to say she's insecure about that too. But you respected her time, her space.

And now she's a whore in bed with you.

Sam loves when you fuck her in all fours, it makes her feel like she's a dog in heat and that makes her crazy.

When you pull her hair, slap her ass, god.

She has a big mirror in her room, and something about watching you fuck her gets her so turned on.

And you knew that.

"Look up, baby. Look at your face while I'm fucking that tight pussy of yours."

Also, she has zero gag reflex. You do whatever you want with that information.

Being completely honest here, Sam doesn't really knew much about aftercare.

Mainly because all of the people she's been with never really cared enough to do it, so she was unaware.

But, of course, you taught her. And you took care of her.

And everytime you guys were done, she would look at you and ask if you were okay, if she hurt you too much.

She loved you too much to hurt you, at that point.

#scream #melissa barrera x reader #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter #melissa barrera #sam carpenter smut #melissa barrera smut #scream 2022 #scream vi #scream movies

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The Bell Pepper & The Big Tomato (The Surprise, Part 9)

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: established relationship, pregnancy times, some pregnancy pain symptoms, explicit language, fluffity fluff, innuendo, implied sex (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Worried, overprotective Emily can be a little overbearing, but she has your whole heart. And while Emily's mind adjusts to being a mom, your body continues to adjust, too.

Week 18: The Bell Pepper

“Em, come here!” you shouted from the bedroom, hearing the door open and shut. Your wife’s bag thunked as it dropped to the floor, heels pounding on the hardwoods as she full-on sprinted to the bedroom.

“What is it?! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?!” she rambled as she hurried over to you, her hands pressing to your forehead, your baby bump, your wrist, as if to feel for a pulse.

“I’m fine,” you chuckled, squeezing her hand. “Did you just check for a pulse?! Do I look dead!?”

She shrugged sheepishly before leaning down to kiss your forehead, smoothing back your hair. “Force of habit.” Her eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Really, though, are you okay? It’s 6:00. and you’re in bed.”

“My feet are just sore,” you grumbled, wiggling your toes. “They’re getting all swollen and fat.”

Emily exchanged her work clothes for sweatpants and a tank top, pulling her leg through and stumbling a bit. You giggled. She sat cross-legged on the bed near your bottom half, pulling one of your feet into her lap to massage it.

“I love fat feet,” Emily assured you, smiling and sarcastic. Then she realized what she’d said, and her face flushed. “I mean.. Not like that. Not in a weird way, just…”

You burst out laughing at Emily’s discomfort. “Wow!” you joked. “I can’t believe we’ve been together so long and I’m just now learning about your foot fetish!”

Emily tickled the bottoms of your feet in retaliation, and you squirmed and giggled, fending off the attack.

“Stop, stop!” you called, out of breath, as she fought off a smile. You let out a shaky breath, grinning. “Oh, hey,” you added, reaching into your nightstand. “I got you something.”

Emily froze. “Oh my god, Y/N.”

You looked at her, worried. “What?”

“It’s twins, isn’t it?!” she exclaimed, her face lighting up–equal parts anxiety and excitement.

“What!? No!”

For the briefest of moments, her face fell, but you could tell that deep down she was relieved.

“Why would you even think that!?” you asked, rummaging around in the nightstand to pull out the surprise you’d ordered for Emily last week.

“Last time you told me you got me something it was a baby,” she muttered, placing a gentle hand on your baby bump.

“Yeah, well…” you answered, dropping a stack of children’s books next to her. “That was a one-time deal. I’m not doing this again.”

Emily beamed at you, leaning down to place a kiss at the corner of your mouth. “Have I told you recently how beautiful you are?”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled. “Quit hamming, and look at what I got you.”

Emily leafed through the books. She winked at you. “Building his library already?”

“No, honey, look at the titles.”

Emily examined Where the Wild Things Are, her eyes widening.

“Y/N, this is–”

“In Arabic!” you squealed, unable to contain your excitement. “Look at the others!”

Goodnight Moon in French. The Snowy Day in Spanish. The Rainbow Fish in Italian.

Emily’s words seemed caught in her throat as she flipped through the pages of Bonsoir Lune.

“You couldn’t figure out what to say to her,” you explained. “I thought maybe you could read to her. I thought…” You were suddenly and inexplicably nervous, afraid that Emily might not like to be reminded of all the places she’d lived, all the languages she’d had to learn. “I thought you might like to read to her in your other languages, but… maybe it was a stupid idea. It’s okay if–”

You made a little noise of surprise as Emily pressed her lips to yours, her hands on either side of your face. She kissed you again and again and again until you were out of breath and giggling and red-faced.

“They’re perfect, honey,” she whispered, pressing her forehead to yours. “Thank you so much.”

With one last peck on the lips, she positioned herself perpendicular to you, so that the back of her head rested between your breasts and your baby bump. She took a shaky breath, smiling, eyes wet, and cracked open Bonsoir Lune, placing a comforting, absentminded hand on your baby bump before starting.

“Alright, baby Jules,” she said. “Laisse moi te raconter une histoire.”

You didn’t understand the words, but you knew the book well enough that you could follow along. It was exciting to know that with a mom like Emily, your baby probably would understand the words–no matter what language they were in. After all, you were starting early.

You played with Emily’s hair as she read, running a slow hand through her cool, dark locks.

“Dans le grande chambre vert il y a un téléphone et un ballon rouge et un tableau…”

Week 19: The Big Tomato

Early May in DC was, in your opinion, perfect hiking weather. Just chilly enough for a jacket, not yet warm enough or nice enough for hordes of people to be out on the trails. Emily would almost always prefer the gym to a hiking trail, but she knew you loved being outside, that you missed being in proximity to nature downtown. So every once in a while, she indulged you.

This Saturday was one of those indulgences. She’d even gotten up early for you because you preferred a morning hike. Nice and cool. Dew still on the grass. Quiet. A thin layer of fog if you were lucky.

Sweet, sleepy Emily who took the coffee you pressed into her hand. Emily who grabbed your head and pulled it toward her and kissed it and said, “Baby, it’s too early for you to be this peppy.” Emily who yawned the whole way to Rock Creek Park, but squeezed your bouncing leg and smiled just the same. Just because she knew you loved it, and she was happy to give you the things you loved.

It was an easy hike, only about three miles. One you’d done plenty of times before. But Emily, still waking up, dragged behind you, the backpack–which included water, snacks, and first aid at Emily’s insistence–weighing down her shoulders. You were a little more taxed than usual, thanks to the little parasite attached to the front of your body, but mostly you were just excited to feel well enough to be out there.You skipped a rock into the creek from a bridge, relishing the smell of the moist earth and the little gurgling sounds of the water passing underneath you.

Emily leaned against the bridge railing and exhaled deeply, rubbing her shoulder. She smiled as she watched you root around for more things to throw in the water–sticks, leaves, big rocks.

“Did you see that!?” you called, the stone you threw skipping twice and then over a bigger rock.

She nodded, trying to appear as enthusiastic about the rock as you were. “Yeah, baby, that was great.”

You grinned and walked over to kiss her on the cheek. “I love you,” you said, unprompted. “Now give me this backpack.”

“No!” she protested, standing so you couldn’t reach it.

“Em, you’re tired,” you argued. “I can take it.”

“I’m not gonna let my pregnant wife carry the backpack while I carry nothing. Don’t even try.”

You shrugged and backed off. “Alright, but we’re only half a mile in. There’s a lot of hike left.”

“Nice try,” Emily said, kissing the tip of your nose. “You just walk and find your little rocks and look pretty, okay?”

“Okay,” you conceded, walking ahead to step from rock to rock. You gasped as you tilted forward on one of them, adrenaline flooding icy-hot through your veins. You’d never seen Emily move so fast in your life. She grabbed your arms hard, widening her stance around you to keep you from falling.

“Y/N!” she yelled, her voice sharp. You knew she wasn’t angry, just scared. She helped you step down from the rock, never once letting go of your hands.

You breathed heavily, a bead of sweat rolling down your forehead.

“You okay?” she asked, pushing your hair out of your eyes.

The world spun around you, making your stomach flip. You sat down heavily on the rock. “Yeah, just… really dizzy all of a sudden.”

Emily removed the backpack from her shoulders and squatted next to you, pulling a water bottle from the side pocket. “Drink.”

Normally, you’d have a snide comment ready. Something to reassure her that you were okay, still yourself.But your head was still reeling. You drank obediently, and that’s how Emily knew something really was wrong.

She watched you closely, eyebrows furrowed, hand steady on your shoulder, as you tried to breathe evenly, shutting your eyes against the spinning world. You placed a hand on your stomach as it fluttered. There were several minutes where neither of you spoke, you trying to slow the dizziness and Emily trying not to freak out about you.

“How do you feel?” Emily ventured after a while, rubbing your hand with her thumb.

You were silent, avoiding her eyes.

“Honey, I think…” she started, knowing it would break your heart. “I think maybe we should head back and go home.”

You still didn’t respond. You knew she was right, but you wanted so badly to be out here, to get back to normal. You knew the baby was worth it, but sometimes you felt like carrying her meant losing parts of yourself. And you didn’t know whether you’d ever get them back.

You sniffed, your eyes growing wet.

“Hey,” Emily soothed, moving closer and pulling your head to her chest. “Hey, it’s okay. We can try again next weekend. Hell, we can go every weekend if you want. Don’t cry, honey.”

“I’m scared, Em,” you whimpered.

“Scared of what?” she asked, running a hand through your hair.

“I’m scared I won’t be the same. I’ll just be a mom.”

Emily rested her chin on the top of your head, planting a kiss there. “Honey, you probably won’t be the same. Neither will I. But you’ll never just be a mom. You’re you and you’re a mom. It’ll be a part of who you are, but not all of it.”

“Just…” you leaned into her, keeping your eyes closed as your head whirled. “I don’t want to lose myself.”

“I won’t let you,” Emily reassured you. “I love you too much.”

She rubbed your back for a few minutes then leaned back so you could sit up, pressing your fingers to your forehead. “You think you can try to walk?”

You nodded, holding tightly to her arm as you stood. She kept her arm looped tightly through yours as you made your way back along the short stretch of trail you’d managed.

About halfway through you stopped and bent, wincing, as a sharp pain shot up through your groin and around your hips. Your stomach felt like it was doubling over on itself. You knew they were growing pains, your body making room for the baby. But they still took you by surprise as they wrapped around your pelvic muscle and snaked their way up your back like licking flames.

You shook, scrunching your eyes closed, your breathing labored. You were trying so hard not to move, not to do anything that would make it worse.

“Hey!” Emily cried, bending down to meet your eyes, her hands running all over you, trying to figure out where you were hurt and how she could help. “What’s going on!? Where does it hurt!?”

“Cramps,” you hissed, gasping as another ripped through you, nearly doubling over.

“What do you mean!?” she pressed. “Is this normal!? This doesn’t seem normal.” She was so frantic, you couldn’t really tell if she was talking to you or to herself.

Emily seemed to make a decision. “You know what…” she started, but didn’t finish. She bent down and wrapped one arm around your back, going under your knees with the other, and lifted you into her arms. It took you so off guard, your stomach did somersaults, and you grabbed onto her neck for support.

“Emily!” you protested. “Put me down!”

But Emily was beyond listening, beyond reason. The animal part of her brain that lived only to protect you and to protect her child had taken over, and she was carrying you swiftly down the trail toward the parking lot as if you weighed nothing.

“Babe, do you think it’s contractions!?” she asked, her voice urgent with both effort and anxiety. “Should we go to the hospital?!”

You watched her and felt a surge of love for your wife. She took such good care of you. Of both of you. “Honey, no,” you said, trying to comfort her as she huffed her way through the parking lot toward the car. “I’m only halfway through. It’s way too early for contractions. It’s round ligament pain. No big deal.”

She was panting as she lowered you gently into the passenger seat, watching you with scared eyes.

“Em,” you prompted, reaching out to push a sweaty strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m okay, I promise. I probably just pushed myself too hard.”

She seemed to think about this for a minute, placing one hand on your cheek and the other on your baby bump. She sighed. “Alright. But we’re going straight home and you’re gonna lay in bed. No arguments!” she added, before you could object.

Emily got settled in the driver’s seat, starting the car and pulling hesitantly out of the parking lot. She kept shooting worried glances at you, like you might break at any moment.

“I’m fine, Em,” you told her, sliding your hand under her shirt at her shoulder and resting it there.

“If it happens again today I’m calling Dr. Delgado.”

You were both silent for a few minutes. Emily’s silence was anxious, but yours? Well, how were you supposed to feel after your hot FBI agent wife carried you to the car bridal-style because you had some pregnancy pains?

“Maybe,” you suggested, “you could run me a bath at home instead? That might help.”

Emily nodded, thoughtful. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“And, uh,” you continued, flushing, and placing a hand suggestively on her thigh. “Maybe you could join me?”

“Well, I'm not leaving you alone. Not right now.” Emily was not getting it.

You sighed, frustrated, and tugged at the waistband of her joggers. “You know what would really make me feel better?”

It finally clicked. She swung her head at you, then back to the road, a look of pure shock on her face. “That’s what you're thinking about right now!? I just had to perform a wilderness rescue and you want to have sex!?”

“Wilderness rescue, my ass,” you said, shoving her shoulder playfully. “We were like a quarter mile from the parking lot. And I could’ve walked if someone didn’t want to play knight in shining armor.”

She smirked at you. “Don’t pretend you didn’t like it.”

“Oh, I more than liked it.”

Emily grinned, cheeks red.

“In fact, I’d like to show you exactly how much I liked it,” you finished, taking her hand in yours.

“Alright,” she conceded. “But you’re getting in bed and resting after.”

“Fine,” you agreed.

“Fine.”

You sighed like a lovesick dog, watching Emily bite her lip as she thought about what was to come. “You’re really hot,” you blurted out without thinking.

She laughed. “And you're really horny these days. I gotta carry you more often.”

“Please,” you begged. And it wasn’t the last time you’d be begging today.

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Never Ending Summer

Part 1 - Meet me halfway'/ Word Count - 3753

A.N : This might not be good, I wrote it pretty sleep deprived but this is the beginning of the series. and yes, before you say anything I know I am delusional, thank you and goodnight.

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Summary - Y/n and Trevor make it to the beach house and all eyes are on her.

The sun beat down on the open road as Trevor and Y/N cruised along the highway in his vintage Jeep, the wind whipping through their hair from the open sunroof.

The sky stretched out above them in an endless expanse of brilliant blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds that seemed to dance across the horizon.

Trevor sat behind the wheel, one hand on the steering wheel and the other tapping along to the beat of the music blasting from the speakers.

He wore a pair of aviator sunglasses that glinted in the sunlight, and a bucket hat that cast a shadow over his sun-kissed face. Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at him, admiring the way the summer suited him so well.

As they sped past fields of golden wheat and emerald green grass, Y/N leaned back in the passenger seat, letting the warm breeze caress her skin.

The air was filled with the sweet scent of wildflowers and the salty tang of the ocean. In the distance, a rocky beach came into view, its jagged cliffs rising up from the almost teal water that lapped at the shore.

The Jeep hit a small bump in the road, jostling them both and eliciting a laugh from Y/N. Trevor grinned, his teeth a flash of white against his tanned skin. He reached over and squeezed her hand, his touch as warm as the summer sun.

"Almost there," he said, his voice barely audible over the roar of the wind. "Just a few more hours and we'll be dipping our toes in the Pacific."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with anticipation. She could already imagine the feel of the sand between her toes and the salty spray of the ocean on her skin. The thought of spending the summer with Trevor and his friends in California filled her with so much joy.

They continued down the road, the sun began to dip lower in the sky, painting the world in shades of orange and pink. The colors seemed to dance across the landscape, casting a warm glow over everything they touched.

Y/N closed her eyes, letting the moment wash over her, knowing that this summer would be one she would never forget.

The sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the world in shades of orange and pink, Y/N's thoughts drifted to the impending meeting with Trevor's friends.

She chewed on her bottom lip, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to shake. Trevor, ever attuned to her moods, glanced over at her, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"What's on your mind, sunshine?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the hum of the truck's engine.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sundress. "Are they actually nice?" she finally asked, her voice small and unsure.

Trevor's eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. "When have you ever known me to lie?" he questioned, craning his neck to look at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief behind his aviator sunglasses.

The hum of his truck filled the silence that followed, and Y/N couldn't help but roll her eyes at his antics. She huffed out a breath, blowing a stray strand of hair away from her face.

"I guess never," she admitted, a small smile tugging at her lips. "But I've never met any of them. How are you just gonna know they'll like me? What if they think I'm weird or just using you to meet them?"

Trevor threw his head back and laughed, the sound as warm and infectious as the summer sun. "Oh, come on, Y/N! They're gonna love you. How could they not? You're like a breath of fresh air, all shy and cute one minute, then cracking jokes and making silly faces the next."

Y/N felt a blush creep up her neck at his words, and she ducked her head to hide her smile. "You're just saying that because you have to," she mumbled, but there was no real conviction behind her words.

Trevor reached over and poked her playfully in the ribs, eliciting a squeal of laughter from Y/N. " Not to brag, but my friends have great taste in women. Just be yourself, and they'll fall in love with you just like I did."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his words, and she found herself getting lost in his eyes, the teal of the ocean reflected in their depths. “Yeah okay, lover boy.”

…

Trevor's Jeep comes to a stop next to the other cars parked in front of the sprawling beach house, Y/N's eyes widen in awe.

The house is a magnificent sight, its white exterior gleaming in the brilliant sunlight. The wrap-around porch seems to beckon invitingly, offering a perfect spot to relax and take in the breathtaking view of the beach.

The sand stretches out before them, a vast expanse of pristine white, contrasting beautifully with the mesmerizing teal water that gently laps at the shore. The ocean seems to sparkle and dance, reflecting the vibrant colors of the summer sky above.

Trevor glances over at Y/N, a wide grin spreading across his face. "You ready pretty girl?" he announces, his voice filled with excitement.

Y/N looks out the window, taking in the scene before her. People mill about the house, their arms laden with colorful beach chairs, oversized towels, and coolers filled with refreshing drinks and snacks. The laughter and chatter of Trevor's friends float through the air, mingling with the distant crash of waves against the shore.

The door to the beach house stands wide open, inviting them to join the lively gathering. Y/N can't help but feel a flutter of nerves in her stomach, but the welcoming atmosphere and the sound of joyful conversation help to ease her worries.

As Y/N steps out of the Jeep, the heat of the summer sun bears down on her, making her hoodie and jeans feel uncomfortable against her skin.

She walks towards the trunk, her shoes sinking into the warm sand with each step. Reaching into the trunk, she pulls out her duffle bag of clothes, eager to change into something more suitable for the beach.

Just as she's about to close the trunk, Y/N hears voices coming from the direction of the house. She feels a slight twinge of nervousness, suddenly unsure about meeting Trevor's friends.

Trevor, ever attentive, walks over to her and places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I'm fine, Trev. It's okay, go say hi to your friends," Y/N mumbles, trying to mask her apprehension with a halfhearted smile.

Trevor looks at her for a brief moment, his brow furrowed in concern. He debates whether or not he should just go inside and greet his friends, but something in him doesn't want to leave Y/N all alone, standing out here in the sun.

"No. You're coming in with me. I'm not leaving you out here all by yourself," he says firmly, his voice betraying how much he means it. His eyes lock with Y/N's. She nods, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

He closes the trunk, he starts walking towards the gathered group, motioning for Y/N to follow him. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the introductions, and falls into step beside him.

Y/N can feel the weight of their gazes upon her, and a blush rises to her cheeks as she notices the appreciative glances from Trevor's friends.

They make brief eye contact with her, their expressions revealing their thoughts on just how pretty she is. Trevor senses the tension in Y/N's body as she becomes increasingly conscious of everyone's stares.

The conversation among the group grows louder and more animated as they welcome Trevor and Y/N into their midst. Trevor's grip on Y/N's hand tightens slightly, a reassuring squeeze that communicates his support and presence.

He positions himself behind her, his body pressing gently against hers, creating a comforting barrier between Y/N and the rest of the group.

As Y/N scans the faces of Trevor's friends, her gaze is drawn to one person in particular. A boy with dark, tousled curls and a pretty smile steps forward, his eyes sparkling with warmth and friendliness.

"Hi, I'm Marino, John Marino" he introduces himself, his voice smooth and inviting.

Y/N feels her heart flutter at the sound of his name, and she can't help but return his smile. She glances back at Trevor, who gives her an encouraging nod, his own smile full of pride and affection.

Y/N steps away from Trevor's side, she walks up to Marino, her hand extended in greeting. "I'm Y/N," she introduces herself, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest.

Marino takes her hand in his, his touch warm and gentle. As their fingers meet, he gazes into Y/N's eyes, a flicker of something sparking in his own. He brushes his thumb softly over her fingers, a subtle gesture that sends a shiver down Y/N's spine.

Unbeknownst to Y/N and Marino, Trevor watches every minute detail of their interaction. As he observes Marino brush Y/N's finger with his thumb, Trevor's eyes narrow, a flash of fury igniting within him. Jealousy coils in his gut, and he clenches his jaw, fighting the urge to step between them.

Marino, oblivious to Trevor's reaction, offers to take Y/N's duffel bag upstairs for her. "Here, let me help you with that," he says, his voice smooth and charming.

Y/N, grateful for the kind gesture, nods and smiles. "Thank you, John. That's really sweet of you."

As Marino takes the duffel bag from her, his fingers brush against hers once more, lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. Y/N feels a blush creep up her neck, and she ducks her head, suddenly shy under his intense gaze.

The closer they get, the more details Y/N takes in. The porch is adorned with cozy wicker furniture, plush cushions in shades of blue and white.

Wind chimes dance in the breeze, their gentle tinkling adding to the enchanting ambiance. The delicious aroma of barbecue wafts through the air, making Y/N's mouth water in anticipation.

Trevor led the group up the steps and through the open door.

…

The group makes their way inside the beach house, Y/N's eyes widen in admiration at the beautifully decorated interior. The space is filled with coastal charm, from the whitewashed wooden floors to the nautical-themed artwork adorning the walls.

She notices the boys scattered throughout the house, their laughter and conversations creating a lively atmosphere.

Y/N follows closely behind Marino, her curiosity piqued by the stunning surroundings. Suddenly, Jack rushes up to them, a mischievous grin on his face. Without warning, he snatches the duffel bag from Marino's grasp, stealing it away with a sly smile.

"I'll be taking that," Jack declares, his eyes twinkling with playfulness. He nods his head towards the stairs, indicating for Y/N to follow him. "Come on, I'll show you to your room."

Y/N can't help but laugh at Jack's bold move, amused by his confident demeanor. She places a gentle hand on Marino's arm, offering him an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, Marino. I guess I'd better follow Jack. But thank you for offering to help."

Marino, slightly taken aback by Jack's intervention, nods in understanding. "No worries, Y/N. I'll catch up with you later."

With that, Y/N follows Jack up the stairs, her excitement growing with each step. As they reach the second floor, Jack leads her down a sun-drenched hallway, the sound of the ocean drifting in through the open windows.

Jack stops in front of a door and pushes it open, revealing a cozy bedroom bathed in natural light. He sets Y/N's duffel bag down on the bed and turns to face her, a flirtatious smile playing on his lips.

"So, Y/N, I was thinking," he begins, his voice smooth and enticing. "We're planning on playing some volleyball later, and I'd love for you to join us. In fact, I want you on my team. With you by my side, I'm sure we'll be unstoppable."

Y/N feels a blush creep up her cheeks at Jack's forward invitation. She's flattered by his attention and can't help but be drawn in by his charismatic presence.

"That sounds like a lot of fun, Jack," Y/N replies, her smile mirroring his own. "I'd love to join your team. Just give me a few minutes to get settled in, and I'll meet you guys downstairs."

Jack's grin widens, and he nods in approval. "Perfect. I'll let the others know you're in.”

With one final glance, Jack leaves the room, closing the door behind him. Y/N takes a moment to catch her breath, her heart racing with anticipation.

…

Y/N descends the stairs, the conversation in the living room gradually fades away, replaced by a hushed silence.

She takes the last step and looks up, only to find everyone's eyes fixated on her. The attention is overwhelming, and Y/N suddenly feels self-conscious under their intense gazes.

y/n had changed into a matching set, a black baby tee that hugs her curves and a pair of tight-fitting shorts that allow for easy movement.

Her jewelry and makeup are on point, enhancing her natural beauty. Y/N had taken her time to get ready, wanting to make a good impression on Trevor's friends, but she hadn't anticipated this level of scrutiny.

The boys stare at her.

They had caught a glimpse of her earlier, but with her hood up and glasses on, they hadn't fully registered just how stunning she truly is. Now, seeing her in this new light, they can't help but be captivated by her presence.

Trevor, who had been engaged in a conversation with one of his friends, turns to see what has captured everyone's attention. His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of Y/N, his heart skipping a beat.

Y/N shifts uncomfortably under the weight of their stares, unsure of how to react. She glances around the room, her eyes seeking out Trevor for reassurance. Jack, ever the charmer, is the first to break the silence. He lets out a low whistle of appreciation and grins at Y/N.

"Damn, Y/N, you clean up nice. I knew you were pretty, but wow, you're a total knockout."

Y/N feels a blush creep up her neck at Jack's bold compliment. She's not used to being the center of attention, especially among a group of attractive guys. She mumbles a shy "thank you," her eyes darting away from Jack's intense gaze.

The other boys chime in with their own compliments, their voices overlapping in a chorus of admiration. Trevor, sensing Y/N's discomfort, steps forward and places a gentle hand on the small of her back. "All right, guys, let's not overwhelm her," he says, his voice calm but firm.

With that, the group nods in agreement, their excitement for the game temporarily overshadowing their fascination with Y/N.

They grab their gear and start making their way towards the back door, chattering animatedly about teams and strategies.

She made her way out the door towards the beach, Jack casually mentions that the girls will be meeting them there. Y/N's steps falter, and she turns to look at Jack, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Girls?" she questions.

She watches Jack's expression closely, trying to gauge his response. Jack grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, we have some friends out here. We didn't want you to be the only girl, so we invited them along. Thought it would make things more fun, you know?"

Y/N nods slowly, processing this new information. She's not sure how she feels about the prospect of meeting a group of unfamiliar girls, especially given the already overwhelming attention she's received from the boys.

they continue walking, Y/N finds herself falling to the back of the group, her thoughts swirling with uncertainty. She's so lost in her own mind that she doesn't notice the boy who has fallen into step beside her until he speaks.

"I'm Nico," he says, his voice smooth and accented, immediately catching Y/N's attention.

Y/N turns to face him, taking in his striking features and warm smile. She can't quite place his accent, but it adds an air of intrigue to his already captivating presence.

"It's nice to meet you, Nico," Y/N replies, extending her hand in greeting. "I'm Y/N." Nico takes her hand in his larger one, his grip firm but gentle. His smile widens, and Y/N can't help but notice the way his eyes crinkle at the corners

"The pleasure is all mine, Y/N," Nico says, his accent wrapping around her name in a way that sends a shiver down her spine. "I've been looking forward to meeting Trevor's special guest. He's spoken very highly of you."

Y/N feels a blush creep up her cheeks at Nico's words. She's flattered by Trevor's praise and can't help but wonder what he's said about her to his friends. As they walk side by side, Nico engages Y/N in easy conversation, asking her about her interests and sharing his own stories.

Before long, they reach the beach, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the salty sea breeze enveloping them. Y/N takes a moment to appreciate the breathtaking view, the vast expanse of the ocean stretching out before her.

As they approach the designated spot for their volleyball game, Y/N notices a group of girls already gathered there, their laughter and chatter carrying across the sand. She feels a flutter of nerves in her stomach.

But as they draw closer, Trevor catches Y/N's eye, offering her a reassuring smile. He makes his way over to her, his hand finding the small of her back in a comforting gesture.

"Ready to meet the girls?" he asks, his voice low and encouraging.

…

After all their walking, the sun has finally set, painting the sky in a beautiful array of oranges and pinks, the group finally reaches their destination: a secluded stretch of beach adorned with a solitary volleyball net standing sentinel against the backdrop of crashing waves.

With the sand beneath their feet and the salty breeze tousling their hair, the group congregates around the net, their laughter and chatter mingling with the rhythmic symphony of the ocean.

Trevor takes charge, announcing that he'll be dividing everyone into teams. With a mischievous grin, he begins jumbling people together, seemingly at random. "Alright, listen up!" he calls out, his voice carrying over the sound of the crashing waves.

"We're gonna mix things up a bit. I want to see some friendly competition out there!"

He starts pointing at people, assigning them to teams with dramatic flair. "Jack, you're with Nico. Y/N, you're on my team, of course. And let's see... Marino, you're with the lovely ladies over there." Marino raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.

Marino's reaction is impossible to miss. "Oh, so you're putting me with the winning team, huh? I see how it is, Trevor,” he quips, his tone laced with mock arrogance.

Trevor's laughter rings out, throwing his head back. "Don't get too cocky, Marino. We haven't even started yet."

Ever the quick-witted companion, Jack interjects with a well-timed quip of his own. "Yeah, Marino, save the trash talk for when you actually score a point."

Luke not missing a beat, adds, "Which, let's be real, might take a while with that form of yours."

Marino feigns offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Ouch, guys. Way to hit a man where it hurts. But just wait until I unleash my secret weapon."

Jack raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Secret weapon? What, did you finally learn how to serve without hitting yourself in the face?" The group erupts in laughter, and even Marino can't help but crack a smile.

As Trevor continues to divide the group, the banter and laughter increase. The girls, who have been watching the exchange with amusement, start chiming in with their own playful jabs.

"Hey, Trevor!" one of them calls out, her voice filled with mock indignation. "Are you saying we can't hold our own against you boys?"

Trevor holds up his hands in surrender, a grin spreading across his face. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! I would never underestimate the power of a determined woman. I'm just trying to even the playing field, that's all."

Y/n laughs feeling lighter than before, "Yeah, Trevor, you better watch out. These ladies look like they could spike a ball straight through your ego." The girls exchange knowing looks, their eyes sparkling with mischief.

Y/N finds herself standing next to Trevor, her heart racing with excitement and a hint of nerves. She's not the most experienced volleyball player, but she's determined to give it her all.

Trevor leans in close, his breath tickling her ear. "Don't worry, Y/N. Just stick with me, and we'll crush them."

Y/N can't help but laugh at his confidence. "I'll do my best, but I make no promises. I'm not exactly a pro at this." Trevor winks at her, his eyes filled with warmth and encouragement. "You've got this. And if all else fails, just aim for Marino's head. All's fair in love and volleyball, my friend.”

Y/N shakes her head, a smile tugging at her lips. "You're terrible, Trevor. But I like the way you think."

As the game begins, the beach comes alive with shouts, laughter, and the sound of the volleyball smacking against the sand. The teams are evenly matched, with each side giving it their all.

The girls prove to be formidable opponents, diving for the ball and spiking it with impressive force.

Nico surprises everyone with his agility, leaping high into the air to send the ball soaring over the net. Jack, not to be outdone, showcases his own athletic prowess, diving for seemingly impossible saves.

15 minutes pass, the scores remain close, with each team refusing to give an inch. The sun has long since set, but the energy on the beach is electric, fueled by the thrill of friendly competition and the joy of being surrounded by good company.

In the end, it's Trevor's team that emerges victorious, but only by the narrowest of margins. As they gather around, high-fiving and congratulating each other,

"Well played, my friend. But next time, I'm claiming Y/N for my team." Jack says, he smiles throwing his arm over y/ns shoulders. Y/N, feeling a warmth spread through her chest, can't help but smile.

…

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WARNING: mention of sex like once, drinking, mention of trauma, bad self image,

It’s been a rough couple of weeks between you and Bakugo.

The little bump that you and katsuki have run into has been making you guys be distance towards each other. The laughs were barely there, the sex was a barely there, and the connection was fading a little. It scared the shit out of both of you. All because Bakugo was not ready to say “ I love you”.

You know Bakugo’s love language is acts of service. And you do see how much he loves you through this, but you operate a little differently. Words of affirmative was yours. You liked hearing how much you mean to someone, how much they miss you, when someone is thinking about you. You especially loved hearing how much someone loved you. You couldn’t help it, hearing how someone loved you made you thrive in every relationship. The reassurance and validation helped you thrive.

So with Bakugo unable to say it after 7 months of the relationship, made things shift. You told Mina about the issue and she said that we both should go to therapy. It was a weird idea at first for both you and Bakugo, but because you guys were willing to fight for this relationship, you guys agreed.

The first couple of sessions were helpful, but emotionally horrible. Unpacking childhood trauma, past relationship trauma, why he wouldn’t say it, how if made you feel. It was a mess to say the least. And after every session it just felt like you guys were growing farther and farther away from each other. You wondered how you guys got here, the goal was to get closer.

You tried to be understanding of where Bakugo was coming from. It wasn’t because he didn’t love you, cause he did. He said that he wasn’t comfortable saying I love you just yet because of his past relationship. He told his ex that he had loved her 3 months into their relationship, only to find out that she had been cheating on him the whole time during the relationship. So he was scared and didn’t want to waste him saying he loved you only for you to turn around a betray him. Understandable but you still felt like shit. It didn’t stop the thoughts of how unlovable you must be for him not to say it to you. It had gotten to a point where you kind of felt disgusted with yourself. You couldn’t even look at yourself in the mirror. But you understand that he’s not ready, but how long can you hang on?

Weeks go by and you guys try to keep everything as normal as possible. Small talking, hugging each other when you guys get home, cooking for each other, running errands together, etc. Although you both can feel how off everything was.

One day Bakugo goes out with Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari, Midoriya, and Todorooki . It was boys night for them. So you knew bakugo would have a couple of drink and you were gonna pick him up. You waited around for the call to come pick him up. As you were watching someone Animal Planet show, you get a call from Midoriya.

“Hey y/n, I think Bakugo is ready to go.” He laughs lightly.

“ okay I’m on my way. How drunk is he?” You say with a giggle in your voice.

“I think this is the drunkest I’ve ever seen him.”

“ wait, really?” You said a little shocked. Bakugo’s not the type to get fully drunk. Tipsy? Yes. Drunk? Once in a blue moon.

“ yeah, he keeps asking for you so I think he’s ready to go home.”

“ Okay, I’ll be there in 10.”

You paused the show, grabbed your keys, put your shoes on, and you headed out the door.

You pulled up to the bar that they were at. You called Midoriya to bring Bakugo out and made sure the seat was at a comfortable position for him. You see Kirishima come out and Midoriya with Bakugo leaning on his shoulder. Kirishima opens the door for Midoriya to put Bakugo in.

“ Good luck with him.” Kirishima laughs.

You smile at him and Midoriya, wishing them a goodnight and for them to get home safe.

You look over at Bakugo in there passenger seat, face light pink form the alcohol with a big smile on his face, looking at you

“Hi, baby.” As soon as you said that he’s leaning over console and hugging you. You hug him back and laugh.

“I missed you y/n. I miss you y/n. You smell so good and do you know how beautiful you are? You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He squeezes you tighter.

“Okay baby, thank you.” You say with a laugh. “Let go home, boo.”

“No you dont understand y/n, like I would die for you. Im so devoted to you. You’ve been so far from me and I miss you. I don’t want to lose you. Im sorry for being a dumbass and making you feel like you don’t mean anything to me. I love you y/n. I really do.”

Looking at him shocked that you’ve heard the words you’ve been dying to hear from him. The smell of alcohol makes you come back, he’s drunk. It’s his drunk thoughts not his sober thoughts. But the feeling of relief and joy that swells in you over looks it. With a big smile on your face, you kissed Bakugo’s cheek “I love you too.” Squeezing him and basking in this moment that will pass. Taking it all in. “Let’s go home, my love.” Bakugo pulls away and sits back in his seat. The whole drive felt better between you two then it had in weeks. With soft music playing and holding hands the whole drive back, it felt lighter.

The morning came and Bakugo remember nothing and you remembered everything. You woke up feeling better about yourself and about your and Bakugo’s relationship. You felt secured and loved. He loves you. You saw Bakugo sound asleep next to you and decided to start making breakfast for when he woke up. 30 minutes later you hear foot steps, Bakugo comes into the kitchen with a grumpy and hurt look on his face.

“Good morning.” You smiled at him and handed him water. “Breakfast is ready.”

“Thank you.” He sits at the table.

“ Did you have a good time last night?” You ask.

“ To be honest I don’t remember anything. How was I the drive home?” He grumbled.

“You were great.” You say with a little laugh

Bakugo looks at you suspiciously, knowing something is up. “What did I do?”

“Nothing.” Looking down at you plate, your smile growing bigger.

“Spill y/n.”

You sign, knowing he’ll be pushing all day.

“Well you said something and it was a little funny, but it’s nothing serious.” Not wanting him to freak out.

“What did I say?”

Still looking at the plate, you confessed. “You dropped the L bomb.”

Bakugo’s eyes widen and he sucks in a breath.

“And you talked about how pretty I am and how you don’t want to lose me.”

“Oh”

“Yeah”

Silence falls. Bakugo clears his throat “come here.” Confused, you get out of your seat and walk to where he is on the opposite of the table.

“Sit.” He pats his lap. You sit down and lay your head on his chest while his arms wrap around you.

“Look Im sorry for everything. I been wanting to say it, but I’ve been scared. Ive never been this in love with someone before. I thought I was in love before but you made me realize I’ve never experience it until now. I miss you. I miss us. I love you y/n. Im so in love with you y/n.”

You can hear his heartbeat speed up. You look up at him and kiss his lips. A gentle kiss filled with much love.

You pull back. “I understand. We’re in this together, forever. I love you Katsuki. Im in love with you.”

Bakugo smiles softly and lets go of the breath he’s been holding. It feels good to feel the connection coming back.

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Yall this is ass, but I wanted to write 🙃. Any mistake forgive me 😭. Like always any tags or warnings I need to add let me know please. 💤🫧💗

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gooppoo · 1 year

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Okay okay so let’s say Neteyem has had an arranged mate since he was younger and they grew up together as best friends who just always knew they were going to get married, but we’re never really lovey dovy or acted like a true couple and l when the Sully’s have to move to the Metkayina clan, Aonung takes a little liking towards y/n and Neteyam is just getting very jealous from afar and one night after he gets a little too touchy, y/n and neteyam make soft love where she reassures him that she’s his and only his and then they mate for the first time and yeah just like jealous protective neteyam and fluff and smut pls

anon you basically wrote this for me! just gonna add some of my thoughts <3

All Yours Baby.

Requests Closed!!

mdni.

warnings: angst tehe, sorta a love triangle? all characters are of age obvi, p in v, love making babeyyyy, creampie

It's been set in stone that you and Neteyam were like destined to be, even before you were chosen to be mates

But like...y'all weren't all that into each other, just sort of aware of each other's existence

Then Jake had the bright idea of moving everyone, and it more or less threw a wrench in things

You meet the Metkayina and tried to incorporate their lifestyle into yours, because adaptability is imperative in this world

As you warm up to this new ecosystem and way of life, you of course meet new friends, while still trying to balance the old connections you cherished

Ao'nung.

Ao'nung was strong, charming, and sometimes a little too confident

He was more or less your teacher - Neteyam's too - but he would take the time out of his busy day to teach you more than the surface level of the Metkayina lifestyle

And Neteyam noticed this...

He also noticed how handsy you'd get with one another

He also didn't miss how Ao'nung kissed you in front of most of the clan one evening after heavily drinking

And as not to embarrass him, you sort of kissed back, then quickly pulled away and said a quick goodnight

Trying to be undetectable, you took to the water and swam far until you reached some rocks peaking from the surface, and perched upon them

You were out of breath from the kiss and from the intensity of your quick leave

Drinking was on the top of your list of regrets

You rested back again the rocks, studying the stars and hoping to find some calm in them

And guess who shows up not long after - scaring you a bit with his near silent arrival

Neteyam

And he's pissed, ugh he's such a bawl baby sometimes, but it's endearing

You yelp and scold him for scaring you

Shortly, he apologizes and makes room for himself on the small patch of land

He stares at you. Not in a weird, threatening way, but like he's searching for the right words through you

Let's be honest, Neteyam isn't the best with words

"I didn't know you and Ao'nung were..."

You felt your body stiffen up, heart skipping a beat painfully

Quickly, you sat up and pressed your brows together at him

"We're not." You said with the same amount of attitude as Tuk

That seemed to ease his expression

He cleared his throat and averted his eyes, "Good."

But he could still feel you watching over him, studying him like you had the stars

His electric yellow eyes would dart from his lap to yours bashfully, slightly embarrassed

To ease his discomfort, you slid a hand onto his knee, then scooped up his palm

Like you had done it a million times, your fingers interlaces and your palms met, feeling the heat building between your skin

You decided to scoot a few inches closer

...and so did he

Many inches closer in fact

Then there was a split second where your eyes met again, and they fluctuated until your pupils were as expansive as the night sky

It was like your minds had connected in that moment, because he pulled you into his lap as you had every intention to crawl onto it

Not too soon after came a kiss

The first one shared between you two may I add

So it was a little awkward, but still had butterflies exploding in your stomach

After finding a sweet melody between your lips, tongue, and faint sighs, more suggestive behavior was thrown into the mix

Like you grinding down on his lap...and eventually the tent under his loincloth

Neteyam cradled your back and laid you along the ground with him above you

You didn't dare pull away from your kiss, because you had quickly become addicted to the surge of electricity he had rushing to your heart

His mature hands mapped out your body, spending more time near your thighs and waist

Running his nails along your hypersensitive skin so you'd yelp into his mouth

When you started wriggling your hips toward his hand he knew he needed to escalate things

His fingers dipped below your loincloth and was painfully slow to caress your folds

But he knew to gently circle your clit, and run his tongue along your bottom lip, while his hand cupped your face and his swipe thumb along your cheekbone

There was a gentleness about him that Ao'nung had never once introduced to you, and it left you more hot than you expected

Neteyam could feel the heat you generated and spread it along your center until your sighs were moans

He knew what patterns to trace long enough for your back to rise to his chest, struggling to return his kiss

And while your mind was still swirling with the remnants of your orgasm, Neteyam prepared himself for you

"Is this okay? Are you okay?" He wondered, just as out of breath as you

If he had you cumming with just his fingers, you could only imagine what else he could do

"Yes, please." Your eyes were surveying him with adoration.

He talked you through every step, asking you to speak up when it was too much or uncomfortable, but you didn't need to

Neteyam was gentle and easy, and you were plenty prepped for the stretch he offered you

So much so, you wriggled the rest of his length in you, both of you moaning and laughing one he reached your hilt

He leaned back over you, propped up on his elbows and lips ready to dive back into yours

"Ready for me to move?"

You nodded, and rid the space between you

First he started slow to make sure things were still in order

Then he picked up his pace until neither one of you could continue swirling your tongues together and just breathed into the crook of each other's neck

Your hands felt along the muscles of Neteyam's back, noticing how they flexed and whining

"Neteyam..." you reeled, "Show me I'm all yours."

It was like a connection was made after you purred those words into his ear

He didn't hesitate to take those words to heart and preform accordingly

By accordingly, he tucked a hand under the small of your back and lifted your hips a few inches, and ran his pelvis along your clit with each thrust

Meanwhile, he peppered wet kisses along your neck and chest, even going as far as to nip a few purple marks into your skin

"Mmm gonna cum baby - show you I'm mine."

You didn't object in the slightest, finding yourself nearing that same fate

His rhythm stuttered as he reached his climax, and returned to a snail like pace as he released in you

You both shared a sloppy kiss, feeling each other finish in unison and hold each other impossibly close

"Always gonna be yours..." you murmured between it all, feeling him smile against your lips

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar smut #neteyam x reader #neteyam smut #neteyam sully #neteyam #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x you

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reticent-writer · 11 months

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can I request a Uzui tsuguko reader seeing Uzui like a love/hate brotherly figure? And how Uzui would deal with the 25 years age limit after they take their place as a hashira and awake a mark??

sorry my english sucks 🤡

Sorry posts are taking so long a family member is very sick. I was so close to crying while writing this.

Demon slayer masterlist

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"Hey, your forms wrong... again. " Tengen commented as he sat on the engawa eating sweet potatoes that Rengoku brought over for you.

key words: For You.

"Show me then instead of being an asshole and watching. Your supposed to be teaching me aren't you?" You sassed back, dropping your sword to take a break. Looking over to him you take notice of what he's eating.

"HEY THOSE ARE MINE." You took off in a sprint to get to him.

Tengen ran into the house with you hot on his tail.

Makio stopped the both of you and scolded you like children and when she was done she made you both face the wall and sitting in the corner.

This happened often before tengen retired and you took his place.

The first mission you went on you encountered and lower moon and gained your mark. (let's say muzan didn't kill them after Rui died)

Tengen was devastated, he practically forced you to retire

So we're Hina, Suma and Makio

You were 20

They made sure your last 5 years were the best of your life

When you turned 24 Suma cried a lot, Makio fussed less and Hina... Was Hina

Tengen talked to you for as long as he could everyday

The wanted you to know that you were loved up until you final moments

The day on your 25th birthday you woke up to the 4 of them surrounding you, each with smiles on their faces.

"Happy birthday" they said in unison.

'Ok not creepy at all' you thought to yourself as you try and sit up but your body felt heavier than usual. Must be the effects of the mark.

Makio and Suma are closest to you and held you up.

"Thank you. So what's on today's agenda?"

"Nothing much seems like your not up to it anyway." Tengen could hear the way your bones ached as you moved.

The day moved by quickly, too quickly for Tengens liking.

You ate, you laughed, you cried and now it was time to go to sleep.

Walking to your room you knew you were walking to your death bed. It felt weird but with the Uzui family behind you it felt comforting.

They tuck you in to bed and just as you were about to say goodnight Suma jumped on you.

"I-i don't want you to go to sleep Y/n. Stay awake please." She pleaded into your chest.

Makio was second. She couldn't even say anything, she was crying to hard.

Hina and Tengen tried to stand firm but broke at the sight of you crying and hugging them as well.

They couldn't bare to say goodbye that night and instead got their futons to sleep in the same room.

Tengen heard your heart stop.

Alt End

The say if your 25th birthday Tengen noticed you weren't up for breakfast and went to check on you.

*knock knock*

"Y/n.... You up?" He opened the door to see you peacefully sleeping on your side with 4 notes in your hand close to your face, each dressed to the members of the house.

Tengen slowly walked to your bedside and placed a hand on your head. You were cold.

"Y/n" Tengen called in disbelief. "I thought we had 1 more day" He said barely above a whisper.

He stood there until his wife's called for him.

It's a bad a for rain.

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#male reader #female reader #gn reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #tengen x wives x reader #tengen x reader #kny angst #demon slayer angst #reticent writes #reticent writer

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runawayolives · 4 months

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So for baby daddy Nate: when they are older and married reader can't handle anymore and they both fight she ask for divorce but the kid hear it.? Hope you write about this.

This isn't canon, I think.

This belongs to Baby Daddy.

"I think we should get a divorce."

"What?"

"I said that I think we should get a divorce."

"I heard you the first time."

The Jacobs' household was soaked in silence, the two young adults in the kitchen after setting their kid to bed. Nate was sitting on the armchair near the kitchen island, while she was cleaning the remaining of dinner. He stood up, walking towards his wife, invading her personal space.

"Can I know where this is coming from?" The faucet had been dripping for a bit, probably because it knew breaking the silence was its new task.

"I don't think we need to be married." Her hand was gripping a damp towel, hyper-focusing in a little circle of coffee from that morning. "We aren't a married couple, we're just two adults living in a house and raising a child."

"Who's fault is that?"

"Don't blame me." The circle was finally gone. "You were the one who married a woman who never wanted you." Their eyes met for the fist time since they put their child to bed.

"Don't say that shit."

"Mommy? Daddy? I'm thirsty." Both young adults turned around to look at the small figure standing by the hallway. The way they were gripping the doorway and their half hidden body proved that the child had been there for longer.

"Mommy will get you some." Quickly she turned around to fill a plastic cup with water. "Here hon. Do you need help going back to bed?"

"I want daddy to do it." Those big brown eyes were too hard to deny, making Nate walk forward.

"Come on, Jojo, I'll read you another story." He lifted his child to his hip, somehow still dwarfing the child, as if they hadn't grown since they were still a baby.

"Goodnight mommy."

"Goodnight, baby."

The staircase was full of picture frames of the young family, at the park, the zoo, on christmas. Endless memories that his stupid wife wanted to throw away because she was a quitter and a coward.

"What were you and mommy talking about?"

"Nothing you have to worry about."

"You were mad. Is mommy in trouble? Should she sit on the step?" Jojo was the most terrifying child Nate had ever met. The big eyes, the big cheeks and their calm nature made them look like a small victorian child that had seen too much. Jojo had a normal childhood, two parents that loved them, friends, and two set of grandparents that spoiled the kid a bit too much. Normal, very normal child.

Nate thought all the weird things that came out of Jojo were her fault. She burdened their child, he knew it. Jojo played like any other kid, Jojo had the same taste buds as any other kid. But Jojo asked uncomfortable questions and would stare at you for a bit too long, as if the five year-old was trying to figure you out.

She spent too much time raising the child, got bored because she's a stupid selfish bitch and decided to treat Jojo like an adult. Too many books, too many paintings and too many museums.

Jojo loved their mom, and Nate was envious. Not because Jojo didn't love Nate, but because looking at them proved what relationships between mother and child could be. Martha hadn't been present, she was home, and she picked him up from school, but his dad was the one in charge of raising him.

Seeing Jojo and Y/N somehow was the Universe or whatever entity rubbing it his face. You had the potential for having this, but you didn't.

The white walls of his kid's room were covered in little scribbles on the wall, something they hadn't bothered in correcting as long as it was only in these walls. The dinosaur lamp was still on, spreading the room in the light green light. Some story books were laying on the ground, and some books. Original versions of classics such as Little Women and To kill a mockingbird laid besides The very humgry caterpillar and The Giving tree.

During the walk up and the small back rubs Nate was giving Jojo, the five-year old had fallen asleep, long eyelashes tickling their cheeks. The toddler was set on the brand new ocean life bed sheets, their latest obsession, and immediately started hugging the handmade-crochet whale they had made with their mom's help.

After setting the kid to sleep and kissing their small forehead, Nate went downstairs. His wife was were he left her, this time with a mug between her hands.

"If you think I'll give you a divorce and let you separate me from my son, you're way stupider than I thought."

#runawayolives #x reader #euphoria #nate jacobs #nate jacobs x reader #baby daddy #jacob elordi #x you #dad!nate jacobs #euphoria hbo #Jacob elordi x you #jacob elordi imagine #jacob elordi x reader #baby daddy universe #baby daddy ask #nate jacobs oneshot #Nate jacobs imagine

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yujinslovr · 8 months

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CW: humiliation, toxic relationship, cheating, lmk if there’s anything else!

gp!womanizer kkura??? saw that one clip of her saying “it’s so fun to excite girls” and i can’t get that shit outta my head and her saying she’s kissed so many girls she doesn’t feel anything anymore???? I NEED HER

ughhh she wld totally be the type to like fuck you to get herself off and if you cum along the way then good for you. SKDKSKSK SHE’D BE SO TOXIC OMG

“idk why you’re being so possessive over me? if you’re not doing a good enough job on pleasing me then i should be able to find pleasure elsewhere.”

URGH HER HOLDING THIS ABOVE YOUR HEAD TO FORCE YOU INTO ACTING OUT HER WEIRD KINKS@;$@(&

“c’mon baby, for me?”

forcing you to go out in public with a fucking dog collar on reading ‘sakura’s property’😵‍💫😵‍💫 STOP OMG PULLING AT IT WHILE YELLING AT YOU IN PUBLIC(&((!&;;4839;;

“you’re nothing more than a toy for my pleasure, you’re lucky i’m even with you right now. i have so many girls i cld be fucking instead of wasting my time with you”

NO IM ACTUALLY GOING INSANE HOLY SHIT shes the type to not give two shits about how you feel. you’re sad? not her problem. only time she pays attention to you is when she wants to fuck you. you doing whatever she wants just so that she won’t cheat, bcz you js love her sm and can’t seem to accept shes toxic and bad for you.

OKAY BUT LIKE WHAT IF SHE WS THE BEST GF EVER WHEN YOU FIRST STARTED DATING???? like no joke flowers daily, good morning and goodnight texts also daily. like that being the reason you’re still with her and why you always listen to her. hoping that she changes BUT SHE NEVER DOES($@;!(;!:

no and not only her personality, the sex too, it was too good to ever let go of. she didn’t even have to try to get you off for you to be seeing stars🤭🤭🤭 shes js that good at it. URGHH SHED BE INSANE WITH HUMILIATION OMFG

“hm? what happened? i thought you were mad right? so mad started moaning my name and came ‘round my cock?”

not even being able to respond due to the embarrassment you were feeling :((( you were so upset, she came back with hickeys you definitely did not give and smelling different from what she usually smelled like. you hating your body for reacting to her like this. you hated yourself for the moans of pleasure that would leave your throat.

OMG EVERYTIME YOU TRY TO BREAK UP W HER SHE FUCKS YOU OUTTA MAKING THAT DECISION!?&(&(&$(

“such a fucking slut for my cock, you wouldn’t be able to last a day without being stuffed full of it”

in the end you could never seem to leave her, just hope for your old kkura to come back:(((

#i could go on for hours abt this holy shit #she’s actually so?!!!?;!;#criminal how this is my first post on her l #kkura my bae fr #sakura #miyawaki sakura #sakura miyawaki x reader #smut #le sserafim #le sserafim smut #izone #izone smut #gp!sakura #sakura x reader #g!p #yujinslovr

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notyourhetloki · 10 months

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AAA all your Ken stuff make me giggle nonstop idk how you do it🫢🫢 I was thinking what IF Ken AND Barbie started falling in love with Reader, and we had to pick at the end I would love to see your twist on that love u 😙❤️❤️

competition (Ken x Reader x Barbie)

Reader: gender neutral

/Ken x Reader x Barbie/

A/N: Hi, anon! AWW thank you so much!! I loved this request, and I hope you like it too! lots of luv xoxo (Stereo!Barbie = Stereotypical Barbie / RG!Ken = Ryan Gosling Ken; I thought abt calling him 'Beach!Ken' but idk if there are more Kens like him so... yeah.)

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It all started when you arrived at Barbieland, nervous but completely in awe of this new world.

Stereo!Barbie was one of the first dolls to greet you, holding your hand and guiding you through the streets to your new house.

‘They’re so cute!’ Barbie thought to herself, completely charmed by your smile and shyness… she really wanted to get to know you better.

And so thought RG!Ken when you walked past the beach. Barbie was still holding your hand, and he was intrigued… who was this new doll she was seeing? He needed to find out.

As time went by, Barbie would visit you daily, bringing small gifts and inviting you to parties… and you would always go!

Ken would also be at those parties, curious about you… the more he got to know you, the more he got obsessed. He loved your laughter, loved the way you danced, and he would always try to join you, succeeding most times.

Barbie began hating when Ken danced with you, something in her screamed ‘NO’ when she saw you two having fun without her. She wanted you to dance with HER, not HIM… was this… jealousy? What a weird feeling.

She then also joined the dance, nailing the choreography while trying to push Ken away, but it didn’t work… Ken would come back stronger than ever, dancing as if his life depended on it (he was trying to impress you).

When the music stopped, Barbie was quick enough to grab your hands and lead you somewhere more private, looking into your eyes before asking: “(Y/N), would you like to stay over?”

Before you could answer, you heard a loud gasp. Turning around, you saw a shocked Ken sneaking in behind you, trying to listen to the conversation.

Ken was stunned because 1. Barbie had never asked him to stay over when they were together, and 2. That meant it was getting serious! And he needed to act fast.

“Sorry, Barbie… (Y/N) can’t stay over at your house tonight, I’m taking them to the beach to have a little date, isn’t that right, doll?”

‘Doll?? Why did he call you that? And a date?? You were going on a date with Ken?? What was going on?!’ Barbie thought.

“Hum…” you managed to start, but you couldn't even protest before Ken tried pulling you away by your arm.

Barbie immediately pulled your other arm, trying to get you to stay. You felt like they would split you in half like that, fighting for your attention.

“GUYS…” You finally shouted, making them stop. “The only place I’ll go is home! Goodnight!” Anger filled your voice as you walked away, leaving the two behind.

“Look at what you've done!!” “What I’VE done?? What do you mean??” You could still hear their banter as you exited Barbie’s house, and that irritated you even more.

At your house, hours had passed and you were preparing to sleep when you heard the doorbell ringing.

Opening the door, you were surprised and a little annoyed at the presence of the fantastic duo. Barbie and Ken stood there with sad puppy expressions before she spoke first. “(Y/N)… we’re sorry we hurt you, it wasn’t our intention!”

You gently smiled at her, accepting her apology. Then, Ken started talking as well. “We just… really like you. I… we would like to have more of your attention, if that’s possible…” It seemed a little scripted, but you wondered he and Barbie had agreed on something to say... and that was cute. Besides, what did he mean by ‘really like you’, after all?

“Oh, guys… it’s alright! I promise I’ll equally schedule time for the both of you, is that ok?”

They looked at each other for a moment and nodded, smiling for their mission was a victory! You’d spend more time with them separately, it’s everything they could have asked for.

“Now… are you gonna stand there or come inside?” You teased, and their smiles grew wide before racing to your door.

(Because why choose if you could have both? ;D)

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#ken #barbie #ken x reader #barbie x reader #ken x gn reader #barbie x gn reader #gender neutral #ryan gosling #margot robbie #imagine #headcanon #self insert #y/n #fanfic #fanfiction #request #notyourhetloki

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