#sorry if itll take a bit for me to get to the requests i am. going thru it

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can i please request mr and mrs jeong having a fight as mrs jeong was preoccupied and is BUSY with works leaving mr jeong wanting just a piece of time and attention from his wife—it starts with them having a big full on yelling fight (and maybe ending it with soft or angry sex AND ofc aftercare)

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genre: fluff, smut and angst.

warnings: arguing, drinking, unprotected sex, clit-play, nipple play, kissing, vanilla sex and aftercare.

“i— yes, i understand.” you sigh, kicking open the door and balancing the stacks of papers on your chest. “okay— right now, i will have to call you back. and, yes. i will look over your case, mr fiddle.” you hang up with a groan before falling onto the ground.

“h—honey?” jaehyun hurries towards you seeing you attempting to stack up the folders. “are you okay?” he gets on his knees and helps you up. “i’m fine—?” before you can even finish your sentence, your phone rings.

jaehyun hands you your phone and you thank him. “hello?” you answer, sticking your phone between your shoulder and ear. “y—yes, mrs ivy. i understand.. yes, the divorce papers are being printed at this very moment.”

jaehyun stands up with the stacks of folders. “kitchen, please,” you whisper and he leads the way. “no, my.. my office is closed and it will not be opened until— mrs ivy?” you sigh and stare down at your phone to see it blank.

“you hungry, baby?” jaehyun wraps his arms around your waist and you turn. “very,” you bring your arms around his neck. “haven’t eaten all day because of all these non-stop calls—?” with a groan, you drop your head onto jaehyuns chest.

“don’t answer it, baby.” you shake your head and pry yourself away from him. “i have to, unless you want me jobless.” you swipe your phone off the counter before answering.

“hello, this is jeong y/n?” you walk away from jaehyun. “yes, i am fully aware of that. no, court is at 9AM tomorrow morning. yes.. okay, will do. i’ll have to run back to my office and get your file— sure thing, mr mendler.” you toss your phone on the counter.

jaehyun leans against the counter. “so, what would you like for dinner—?” you shake your head with a groan. “no, it’s fine, hon. i’ll just pick up some chicken before coming back—?” he turns and tilts his head to you. “before coming back? where are you going?”

“didn’t you hear while—?” you sigh and ruffle your hair. “i have to run back to my office so i can pick up a clients file. he has court tomorrow and i need his file.” jaehyun frowns a bit. “do you have to?” you cup his face. “yes, i have to. itll be quick, i promise.” you pat around you.

“have you seen my keys?” you ask him and he cups your face this time. “baby, you’ve been working and working and.. working. let’s have some wine and let’s relax, yeah?” you remove his hands and you exhale.

“honey, i do not have time for relaxing. i am working several cases right now and relaxing is not on my list at the moment. so, if i can make it to the office quicker and get the file, it’ll be quicker for me to get home!”

jaehyuns confused by your sudden eruption. “honey..” he goes to cup your face but you back up. “with having to take care of two fucking kids and, and all these damn cases is just so much fucking stress.” you slam your hand down on the counter.

“wait, two kids?” jaehyun questions. “yes! you and hannie!” he wants to smile at your words but it was a serious topic. “all this stress piling up, day by day by day! urgh, i need a fucking break!”

your eyes lower down to jaehyuns fingers, patiently tapping on the counter. “me going to get my clients files would be a great opportunity for me to get some fresh air. is that okay or should i just take a chill-pill and relax?” jaehyun nods.

“you’re right, i’m sorry. you’ve been under a lot of stress and a lot of pressure. and, i’m sorry for adding more stress onto your plate.” his voice was so gentle, even after your bitchy fit.

“thank you,” you inhale slowly before exhaling. “i’ll be back in twenty. i love you.” you turn and exit the kitchen. “i love you!” jaehyun shouts before hearing your keys jingle and the door slam.

jaehyun wakes up to his phone going off. “hello?” he croaky voice answers. “hi, is this hubby dummy?” he chuckles at the nickname and sighs. “yes, this is him. who is this?” jaehyun rubs his eyes and looks at the clock on your nightstand.

jaehyuns eyes widen at the time; 3:33AM. “i’m darren paul, a bartender from the neo nights bar— i’m calling about your wife. she’s drunk and she asked me to call you.” he sighs and climbs out of bed. “alright, you tell my girl that i’ll be there, okay?” he turns on the lamp on his nightstand. “yes, sir.” the line goes dead.

several minutes later and you’re stumbling out of the car while jaehyun unclips his daughter out of her carseat. “i’m fine, baby.” you mumble, stumbling into the house. “no, you clearly aren’t.” he kicks off his shoes and brings hannie upstairs.

“jae,” you call out. “jae?” you raise your voice. “jae?!” you were starting to get impatient with his no response. “what, baby? i’m right here, i was putting hannie down.” jaehyuns rushing down the stairs and into the kitchen.

jaehyun walks into a quiet kitchen. you were staring at him, blankly. “what a sexy man i married.” you whisper and sit up. “those.. sexy arms.. that sexy face.. mmm, mama likes.” you bite your lip and walk towards him.

“baby, you’re drunk and tired. let’s go to bed, yeah?” you shake your head at his suggestion. “how about.. we have a little time to ourselves.. on the counter?” he seemed displeased at your suggestion and the sultry tone.

you wrap your hands around his nape and you jump without warning causing you and jaehyun to fall. “aw, shit.” you mewl, covering your face in embarrassment. “my god, baby. are you okay?” you shake your head and sigh. “i’m.. alright—?” you go to bring your hands up to his nape again, only to hear him groan in pain.

“ssshhhhit,” jaehyun buries his face in your neck and cries out in pain. “what— what happened? did i do something?” you feel him lifting his weight off you before helping you up.

“you stabbed me in the eye with your fingers.” he holds his eyes. “oh, my! i’m sorry, does it hurt—?” he sighs and rubs his eye. “i’m fine, but are you okay? you took a hard fall?” he rubs your back. “i’m fine but, your eye?” he shakes his head.

jaehyun grabs your wrists and kisses your hands. “i’m fine, baby. but, what were you even trying to do?” you chew the inside of your cheek, too embarrassed to admit what you even attempted two minutes ago.

“i was.. trying to be sexy.” you look down. “sexy?” your head quickly jerks up at his tone. “wha—? yes, i was trying to be sexy! but, clearly it didn’t work so, now i’m embarrassed.” you could see a small grin slowly grow on jaehyuns lips. “aww, baby. don’t be.” he cups your face.

you look up into his eyes. “you were being sexy. very, sexy.” he interlaces his fingers around your nape. “or at least, i found you sexy.” you look down at his lips as he leans forward. “meanie.” you mumble before he presses his lips onto yours.

jaehyun lifts you off the counter and lifts up your dress, slipping it over your ass. “it is way to early for this.” jaehyun says, pulling away with his forehead attached to yours.

jaehyun pulls off the string clothing just above your thighs before he tilts you back with your legs up and on his shoulder. your hand grips on the counter as he undoes his sweats and pushes down his sweats and briefs.

you give a look at jaehyun who jerks himself while staring you down with a smirk. you and jaehyun both let out an extended groan when he slips in.

he brings his hand up and slams it down, delivering a rough smack to your ass cheek. you yelp and jerk at the burning feeling spreading all over your ass.

jaehyun thrusts making you shake with his thrusts. he reaches forward and pulls on your top, making your breasts spill out. “ooohh, fuck.” he hisses with a nose scrunch as he grabs your bouncing tits and gives them a hard squeeze.

“s—s—top..” you whine, failing to hold his wrist and holding your weight. “aww, does my baby not like to be teased?” all of a sudden, you’re yelping as he pinches and pulls on your nipple.

jaehyun pounds his hips, letting his hips smack against your thighs. “you’ve been so stressed, haven’t you?” he coos, slipping in his thumb onto your tongue. you nod while sucking on his thumb pad and humming around it.

the wetness of your wet folds squelching around his dick as he repeatedly thrusts into you. his groans and your moans bouncing off the thick walls of the kitchen.

“what a good pussy.” jaehyun tilts his head and uses his thumb to rub your clit. “j—jae!” you whine, biting down on your bottom lip and tossing your head back.

jaehyun reaches forward and tilts your chin up. “can you be a good girl and cum for me?” you nod and he rubs your bottom lip with a tut. “good,” he removes his hand from your face and continuously pistols his hips into yours.

jaehyun knew how to make you feel good. you and him have been married for almost a decade. jaehyun was your first everything.

“j—?!” you grasp onto his hand and he nods, purring to you. you moan and fall on your back as your orgasm hits you hard.

but jaehyun doesn’t stop. instead, he continues thrusting and continues to chase his own orgasm. “oh, baby,” he pants, grabbing your thighs more. “you feel.. so.. so good.” he grunts, leaning his sweaty forehead against your legs.

“baby.. baby..” he pants and cries out before your thighs clamp as his hot cum shoots into you. jaehyuns hips stutter as he slams them several times before stopping.

“shower?” jaehyun suggests and you nod.

jaehyun lifts you off the counter and carries you upstairs to the bathroom. “do you want to take a bubble bath or do you want to take a shower?” he asks, holding onto the faucet. “a shower,” jaehyun opens the shower door and then twists the knob until water squirts out of the shower head.

jaehyun lifts you off the counter and brings you into the shower. “can you hold me?” he wraps his arms tightly around your waist and tucks his chin on your shoulder. “i’m so.. exhausted.” you sigh, leaning your head back into his cheek.

“i’m know, baby. i know.” he reaches over and pumps some of your body wash into his palm before rubbing it all over your body and getting it bubbly.

he rubs your neck and it causes you to moan out. your neck and shoulders were so sore from carrying so many files. jaehyun clears his throat and pauses his rubbing before moving to your shoulders.

you moan, again. jaehyun slightly pulls closer to you and you glance back. “please take care of it?” you sigh, voice slightly whiney. “i know, i’m sorry.” jaehyuns boner poking you right on the ass.

after the shower, jaehyun helps you into the room and jnto some fresh clothes; his shirt and his shorts. he applies on some peach mango lotion before putting you to bed.

“i’m sorry for telling you to relax, earlier. i know you’ve been under a lot of stress but, i just wanted to spend time with my wife, y’know? i’ve been missing you. hannie does too.” you cuddle more into his warmth and chest. “thank you. and, i’m sorry for yelling. i shouldn’t have. it was immature of me to. i love you.”

jaehyun was always the first to apologize and you appreciated that. you were too hard to stay away from and jaehyun couldn’t stand a chance being away from you.

“ah, honey. i love you more.” he litters your forehead with a kiss and sighs.

no, you loved each other equally.

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[surreal-duck]

sakura gsnk or noelle dr >:)))))

would NEVER pass up the chance to draw the transgendeer

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[savshaikyuu]

Am I requesting from both accounts yessir I am but take your time what would Saeko be like with an inexperienced fem s/o

                Saeko Tanaka x〚FEM〛Reader

☄ warning(s): sexual content, pet names (good girl), praise kink, sex toys, penetration.

☄ a/n: mmnbvf yeah i love saeko so<333 and ily so yah!! gonna take a wild guess that inexperienced, you mean.... 🌝 and i am so sorry if this is not in a way youve envisioned... reread and realized how kinda dirty it really was. 😭 n e ways, thank you & hope you enjoy!

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                       HCS;

to say the least, shes excited.

~ but not in the creepy way if you catch my drift.

shes excited on the sole purpose that you guys can gain a new experience together. whether or not if you had more knowledge before wouldnt change anything, but this is just as special to her as it is for you (if that makes sense, was real rough typin' that).

when you guys get first started, her sole focus is to pleasure you and nothing else.

with how care free and reckless she is, she does manage to tone it down so you can get comfortable with her more calm side first intimately.

saeko watches you closely but tries not to stare too hard at you because shes knows itll make you flustered (this is more of a comfort thing for you, she doesnt want you having a heart attack in the middle doing the deed).

"Just like that, good girl..." Saeko cooed in encouragement. She couldn't help but watch in awe as you kept your legs open, your walls doing so well on accommodating her two fingers.

breaks are a yes.

she likes to check in with you and even establishes a safe word from the get go to make sure that you are as comfortable as possible.

everything is verbal. she loves to talk dirty with you and likes to hear your pleading or sounds & words of pleasure.

theres lots of prep before you guys do any penetration,,, foreplay is honestly her favorite part of the process to get you ready.

you and saeko getting more intimate with each other was a spread out kind of thing and you had been 'learning' from her.

she is SUCH a giver. please be prepared for that.

last but not least, is more than willing to pamper you with aftercare.

                 SCENARIO;

Your breath hitched as she applied the lube to your opening, watching in anticipation to see the toy at your entrance.

"Let me know when you're ready, babe."

Her voice felt like honey against your ear. Your body relaxed against her naked one like a puzzle piece. You nodded your head as she slid the tip of the toy to your lips, the hardened-silicone bringing arousal to your core.

"I-I'm ready." You hated yourself for stuttering but you were so nervous. You could feel the chuckle from her chest as she found your nervousness cute.

She circles your opening a few times before pressing the tip of the dildo to your opening. She bites her lip watching as your hips move against her movements, her hand giving your thigh a squeeze to help keep you steady.

"Goin' in."

It was a bit silly. Even with her choice of communication was light hearted, it aided greatly in preparing you. It felt as though your heart beat slowed as she slowly thrusted the toy in you inch by inch. Although her movements fluid in their hesitations, the pace felt right.

"You like that, babe~?" She smiles against your ear, taking your nod as confirmation. You had let out a much different sound of moan which was music to her ears. She gradually picks up the pace with thrusting the toy within your lubricated walls. The room was silent safe for the soft pants and moans leaving from your lips and the wet, sloppy, sounds from your cunt.

Sooner or later, your hand had reached down to rub at your clit, hand trembling as you applied as much pressure as you could with the pleasure you were receiving. Having no experience with longevity you finished fast. The bumps that lined up on the toy was what set you off, really. Of course your efforts were met with praise, her teasing spirit close to follow behind it.

"Think you're up for workin' on that stamina of yours~?"

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[letstalkaboutshtufff]

A Bad Feeling Pt 1

Levi x Reader

Part 1

Paring: Levi Ackerman x Cadet reader

Warnings: 18+ attempted rape/assault, cursing, mention of injury, violence

Summary: Reader feels uncomfortable around a overly friendly captain. Are they just over reacting? Or is there something else going on. What will Levi do when he finds out?

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A.n. ok so I literally wrote this in one go, it's probably trash but I wanted to post it anyway. Please lemme know what you think in the comments! Thank you!

"Y/n! captain Oro is asking for you" you did your best to hide the discomfort Armins words made you feel.

You smiled what you hoped was a convincing one and nodded. With a deep breath you made your way to Captains Oro's office.

Ever since you had been introduced to him those few weeks ago, he had taken a special liking to you. At first you had been excited, having such a highly skilled and well known captain take notice of you was one of the best feelings. Especially since your squad leader, Levi wasn't exactly heavy on praise.

Everyone loved Captain Oro, he was known for his strength and stamina on the battle field. He was both charismatic, and charming. Your fellow cadets practically swooned over him. You couldn't help but also get caught up in his perfection. At first that is..

Over time you noticed things about your meetings that put you on edge. An unnecessary shoulder touch here, a too low pat on the back there. Something was off. And although you had done your best to distance yourself from him, it was hard when your squads often had to work together.

But it was hard to say anything against him because even your cold blooded captain seemed to enjoy his presence.

Once you brought it up to your friend Sasha, about how you felt he was being too friendly. But she waved her hand and basically said you were worrying for nothing, he was just a friendly guy. And you were being dramatic.

Maybe you were overreacting? If captain levi approved of him, surely that meant he was a decent person right? Maybe he was just being really really friendly.

You decided to give him a chance and knocked on his door when you finally arrived.

"Come in" a muffled voice came from the other side.

With a click you entered the candlelit room. It was nearing sundown after all.

"Ah cadet y/n! Perfect, I was wondering if I might ask your opinion on something?" He smiled angelically and gestured towards a parchment on his desk.

"Of course sir" you nodded and approached him, reminding yourself of what sasha said. Just relax.

From the way the parchment was positioned you had no choice but to come to his side of the desk.

"Do you see this area here?" He gestured to what you now saw was a map. "What do you think of leading a squad through here instead of what we originally planned?"

The next 30 minutes you spent completely and professionally discussing strategies. Being the member of your squad that was best at this, made him asking for you completely justified. You felt bad for ever doubting his intentions.

"Thank you y/n, I think I have a better idea of what course we should pursue on our next expedition" he smiled sincerely.

"I'm glad I could be of service" you nodded and allowed a relaxed smile to pass your features. Feeling stupid you had judged him so harshly.

" If you wouldnt mind just one more thing?" You nodded as he pulled out a stack of papers.

"If you could look over this report of the last mission before I send it out? See if theres anything else to add?"

"Sure, I'd be happy to Captain" you grabbed the stack.

"And please if you can, return them to me tonight, I'll need them for the meeting bright and early"

"Yes sir, I'll finish it asap, good evening" and with that you exused yourself.

Tonight? It was already sundown. Well whatever, hes so busy he probably doesn't know what time of day it is.

You found a quiet spot amonsgt the crowds in the common room and got to work.

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"Oi brat, it's passed curfew, go to your room now, we have important work tommorow" the unmistakable voice of your captain rang through the now empty hall.

You looked up in surprise and meet his usual scowl, not even realizing how late it had gotten.

"Hai, s-sorry captain, I'll go now" you gathered the report and quickly left, not wanting to receive another scolding for taking too long.

Oh crap you still had to deliever the report. Changing routes you snuck quietly down the familiar hallways. Not particularly feeling like running into Levi again. Something about him always made you act just a little dumber and it was definitely not because of your non existent crush on him...definitely not.. he was just intimidating is all.

*knock knock*

You waited patiently but there was no answer. Crap did he already go to bed? But he knew I was coming? Ugh what should I do? He needs these reports..

With a sigh you change direction again and head for his personal chambers. There was no way you were getting in trouble for not delivering these reports on time.

You smiled when you saw dim light flood from beneath the door.

Lightly you knocked, "Captain Oro, its y/n, sorry it's so late but I have the rep-" you were cut off abruptly when the door swung open and there stood Oro.

Except he looked nothing like the Oro you were used too seeing. His hair was loose from it's normal slicked back do, and the edges were dripping slightly. His shirt was loosely thrown on revealing a decent amount of skin. He must've just bathed.. you could see why the girls were so obsessed with him. He was, platonically speaking, a very gorgeous man.

You were taken aback but reminded yourself that you did knock after hours so of course he wasnt going to be all soldiered up.

"U-um s-sorry Captain, I have the reports" you averted your eyes and shoved the reports in his direction.

"Ah y/n, thank you, would you please put them on my table? My hands are still slightly wet." He laughed holding them up innocently.

"S-sure" god why were you stuttering so much, you fight goddamn titans for a living?! But somehow you were more nervous now than when a 10meter was clawing at you.

You entered the room and tried to avoid looking around too much.

You always wondered what the inside of the higher ups rooms look-

*click*

You whipped around, alarm bells suddenly back in full force.

"Captain what are you-"

"You're such a good girl, you know that y/n?" Oros whole demeanor changed and you cursed yourself for not trusting your earlier instincts.

"U-um" you really did not know what to say or do as he took a couple steps closer.

"Always so obedient for me, I think you deserve a reward don't you?"

Shit

"That's not...that's not necessary captain, I really should be going" you tried to lunge for the door but he was quicker and much much stronger.

"I don't believe I dismissed you cadet..." he purred pinning your arms to the door in the blink of an eye.

You were by no means weak, but your struggles were useless against him.

"Let me go" it took all your strength not to stutter in fear.

"How adorable, you know I love it when you follow my orders so well, but I think..." you shivered in disgust as you felt his lips near your neck and press down.

"I'd like to see you fight me as well" you whimpered as he sucked and bit down on the soft flesh.

"S-stop it, p-please" he smirked and looked into your fearful eyes with his lustful ones. "Stop? But that's not what you really want is it? You see I know exactly how girls like you are" he chuckled darkly and moved one of his hands to grip both your arms, while the other slid lower. You gasped when he cupped your breast. "S-stop! I'll, ill scream If you don't!" You felt a tear slide down your shaking form.

"Scream?" He snickered like you had told the funniest joke.

"Go ahead and scream doll, itll be very interesting to see what happens"

"W-what?" You were utterly confused.

"Think about it, if someone walks in on us, what would they think? Seeing a cadet after hours in her superiors chambers?"

"B-but I! I was bringing the reports i wasn't-!"

"Do you honestly think theyll care what you have to say? Who do you think theyll believe y/n? You a nobody cadet who's been fighting titans for 3 seconds? Or me, a selfless hero whos saved countless of scouts lives? All I have to tell them is that you came into my room and tried to seduce me. When I tried to restrain you, you screamed. Who do you think theyll listen too? Why else would you be here so late at night?"

"Y-You're..you're insane, you're not a hero, y-you're a coward who-" he grasped your jaw harshly causing you to wince.

"I'd watch that mouth of yours y/n" he squeezed harder. I am your superior after all, and we wouldnt want any nasty rumors going around that would have you suspended from the survey corps now would we?" He bent down and to your horror pressed his lips against yours.

Fuck fuck what do I do?!? Hes blackmailing me now. I cant fight him, hes too strong, think think think.

But your mind was blank when his cold lips pressed against your lips again. "Open your mouth" he ordered in a voice laced with animilistac lust.

You abruptly turned your head away desperate to get away.

"Heh, always such a tease" he traced a finger up and down your cheek, flipping over your lips. "I'll enjoy this-"

"CAPTAIN ORO, COMMANDER ERWIN REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE IN HIS OFFICE IMMEDIATELY" a voice shouts from the other side of the locked door.

With an annoyed sigh, Oro pulls away slightly, "Did he say why?" He lazily looks over in the direction of the door.

"NO SIR!"

"guess it can't be helped... Alright tell him I'll be there shortly" he yelled out.

"Hai" the footsteps recended and you stood deathly still.

He pulled away from you and you immediately pulled your wrists to you, they were an angry red, and it scared you how much strength he had so effortlessly displayed.

"Sorry doll, it looks like we'll have to continue this another night" he stepped away and began dressing normally as if he hadn't just been assaulting you 5 second ago. You quickly make for the door but his voice falters your step, "Oh and y/n?"

You dont look at him, but fear held you in place until he finished, "If you mention our little moment to anyone, you know what will happen" you nodded quickly, anything to appease him and get out.

When the door shut behind you, you felt the flood of tears break through.

D-did, d-did that really happen?!?

You held a hand to quiet your sobs and quickly dashed through the hallways.

You're heart thumped and you felt the need to vomit. You hadn't felt this way since the first time youd encounted a titan. All you wanted to do was get to the safety of your room, just through the hall.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on you when a cold voice shouted out and halted your movements. Please not now, oh god any time but now.

"Oi cadet y/n are you deaf as well as dumb? I asked you a question.

"Why are you out past curfew?" he sounded definitely annoyed and you gathered all your strength to hold the sobs out of your voice.

Without turning around you answered, "I-I had to deliver some r-reports..I'll head to my room now.." you stepped forward hoping he would let you go but you were not so lucky.

"Oi brat, did you hit your head? I didn't dismiss you yet. Not to mention you haven't even addressed me properly, maybe some time cleaning up horse shit will remind you how to respect your superiors" fuck he was definitely angry now.

Still you didn't turn around, you couldn't..."S-sorry Captain Levi, I'll do better in the future.." you barely could even focus on the words coming out of your mouth, your heart was beating a mile a minute. Please just leave me alone!

"Hahh" Levi uttered in disbelief and severe annoyance, even the most novice of cadets turn around when being spoken to by a superior. "Are you trying to piss me off brat?!?"

"No sir..." still you didnt turn around, but gulped in fear when you heard sharp footsteps near you.

"Cadet y/n, you have three seconds to turn around and salute me properly before I throw you into the cells for insubordination" he ordered in his dangerously calm voice, that you never thought would be directed at you.

Having no other choice you slowly turn around, hoping to god the darkness of the room would be enough to hide your current state.

You kept your head down, letting your hair fall over your face, but gave a proper salute. Hiding the Wince that came when the tender flesh of your wrist had to bend.

Your eyes were trained on the floor. And you tried to remember how to breathe normally again.

"At least you remember how to-" abruptly his harsh scolding stopped.

Why did he stop?! Fuck did he notice something. No no calm down, he probably just is coming up with another punishment...right?

Wrong...

Levi was far from being done with dicisplining you but he caught sight of your bruised wrist and furrowed his brows immediately. He knew for a fact the last time you spoke in the hall those had not been there. He was quick to take in the rest of your demeanor and knew immediately that the reason you were acting disrespectful was because something was wrong.

"Cadet y/n.." he said suspiciously slow and not full of anger anymore.

"Y-yes?" Please dont ask me, please dont ask me, please dont-

"Look at me"

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Part 2 here

Okay so that's part 1! Please comment and lemme know what you think🥰also I'm super sensitive so please no hateful comments. Thanks for reading!

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[helloitsghost]

BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!

Ok so….

It’s March 20 aka MY BIRTHDAY WHICH MEANS IM FRICKING 15 NOW LES GOOO

Anyways in celebration of me getting older and also recent growth in this blog

WE OPENING REQUESTS NOW >:D

Pretty simple just:

Send me an ask or anon and if your not comfortable with that send me a dm with an art request you want from me honestly you can request pretty much whatever so long as it’s not stupid complicated or nsfw and in the list of fandoms I’ll list below cause there’s only so much I can do wjfjsjf

Here’s the list:

Demon slayer

Aot

Pokémon

Haikyuu

Cookie run kingdom (I haven’t played ovenbreak so I can’t do those sorry)

Naruto

Dr stone (only season 1 so far and I haven’t watched much of it so bare with my little knowledge)

TPN (only season 1)

A bit of mha but just note I haven’t watched the show but I do know a good bit on some characters

Spy x family (please I love them)

Addition stuff:

Please be as specific as you can with details with the prompt and anything else you want (if not I’ll just add it in and just hope you like it lmfao)

Please also keep in mind that these drawings could take a good bit of time since I am still in school and have other shit going on in life and also these drawings will be in my normal format with the red and sketchy vibe this is

Yes I can draw OC’s just send me a pic of em for reference and ofc describe the prompt and it’s all good

Yes I can do ships so long as it’s legal so platonic or romantic just keep it legal if it’s romantic

Again no nsfw sorry as much as I love to joke bout it I’m not real comfortable drawing it and I also don’t think that it’s legal🗿

Now i know most of my art so far has been tword but it doesn’t have to be just tword honestly you can request most anything tword, floof, angst whatever you want :D

Yeah that’s basically it ofc I’m gonna have to keep it limited to a certain amount idk we have to see it really depends on how life is and how school is treating me but also keep in mind that they might take a good while during the school year for obvious reasons when I’m on break itll be faster but yeah just bare with me there’s no schedule we just tryna have fun💀

#art #digital art #art requests #art requests are open #big announcement #demon slayer #naruto #Aot #pokemon #haikyuu #cookie run kingdom #doctor stone #tpn #mha

[kiddiegore]

YOU & KATSUKI TRAINING AND AFTERWARDS HE'S ALL SOFT TREATING SOME BURN MARKS LEFT ON YOU !! You're all like "🥺" - I randomly thought of this at 4 am so like,, sorry if it's bad

“that’s gonna leave a mark”

“No.”

“WHY NOT ITLL BE GOOD PRACTICE FOR BOTH OF US!!??”

Bakugou spun to look at you in your desk chair, “tch, you wouldn’t be able to handle me, no one can.”

“Which gives me better reason to train WITH you!” you rebuttled, but he wouldn’t budge. Plopping back onto your bed, your complaints were muffled in your comforter. Ranting about how fun it’d be to fight your bestfriend for real and how it’ll help you both in the long run.

Bakugous eye twitched with frustration, “FINE, IF ITLL GET YOU TO SHUT UP-“

“YAAAAAY, SO YOULL FIGHT ME???”

“YOU LITTLE- UGH. SURE.“

Grabbing your suitcases with your costumes you made your way to the staff room to request a training room.

With your sweet personality (and promise to help grade the next quiz-) aizawa granted you both an hour to train and notified recovery girl to be on standby if any injuries occurred.

“Just so you know, i’m not gonna go easy on you because we’re friends! So you better give it all you fucking got that?!” bakugou shouts walking into the bathroom to change. You nod, accepting your fate that you will either come out victorious....or come out not a pile of ash.

Bakugou wasted no time attacking as soon as you stepped into the room.

“BAKUGOU-“

“I TOLD YOU I WASNT GONNA GO EASY, SO HIT ME WILL ALL YOU HAVE!”

and so you did. You were attacking with all your strength, taking blow after blow, hit after hit. He was tiring you out but that didn’t stop you. You gave it your all like he asked, but alas, he still came out on top.

With ten minutes to spare you limp a little to the corner, sliding down in the corner groaning. “Ah cmon, don’t tell me you’re giving up already-“

Bakugou turned to face you, spotting the burn marks on your face and arms and felt a pang of guilt. He walked towards you, offering a hand to help you stand up, “Cmon..lets take you to the nurses office..”. You nodded and weakly stood, accepting his hand into yours.

A few steps later and you were lifted into his arms, you looked up at him in confusion but all you got back was a red face and angry scowl looking straight ahead.

Once in the recovery room, bakugou layed you on the bed and got lectured by recovery girl about “Not knowing their strengths and playing too rough blah blah blah” he couldn’t care less. He stayed with you while she put ointment on your burns and gave you kisses. She told him that you needed a bit of rest but he wouldn’t budge. Recovery girl smiled a little and said she had a bit of business to attend to so she’ll be back in a bit, leaving you and bakugou alone.

You were already asleep, rexovery girls treatment kicked in faster than expected. Bakugou huffed and hovered over your bed, “Rest well dumbass..you’ll get back at me soon, I know you will.”

He leaned over to kiss one of your burns, and your face scrunched at the contact. Eyes fluttering open a bit, you saw bakugous red face again, giggling at his shocked expression. “Yeah..I can’t wait to get back at you.”

Your hand slipped into his and he chuckled a bit, “Don’t get soft on me idiot.”

“You got soft first!! You kissed me-!”

“Shut up! You’re being delusional!”

While you two argued, your hands still interlocked, neither of you daring to let go. The fight ended with bakugou aggressively peppering kisses on your marks while you giggled, calling him a “offbrand recovery girl.”

You couldn’t wait to spar with him again, especially if it meant more kisses afterwards.

#my hero academia #bakugou imagine #bakugou imagines #bakugou headcanons #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou x gender neutral reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #mha imagines #mha headcanons #bnha scenarios #bnha headcanons #bnha drabble #bnha x you #kiddiewritez

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

Jonathan Crane headcanon

(Requested by Anonymous:  Could I request headcanons for jonathan crane (any version will do) with an o/c who just so happens to be related to Bruce Wayne? Conflict of interest for sure but itll be fun to see them all interact 😂 )

(A/N) : My first Jonathan Crane request and also first Headcanons!I want to apologize first for the late answer but this took longer than I thought, because I was unsure on what approach to take with this one or if i was doing it right. And I am sorry if this was darker than you wanted because it was unclear to me if you wanted fluffy, smutty, or angst. so judging by the character I went with dark side of him. I hope you enjoy.

He knew who they were from the first moment his eyes laid on them, they were a member of the famous Wayne family, after all.

He introduces himself to them with a polite and charming smile, hiding his true nature.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you." He said while shaking their hand.

"Likewise, You are Dr. Crane correct?"

"You know me?" He asked genuinely surprised though not showing it.

"Of course, I read your articles when I was a student at Gotham University, used some of them as a reference for a few essays."

After that, Jonathan will meet them several times, the first few were a coincidence, the rest however are them seeking him out.

He will find them waiting for him after court or in his office at Arkham.

He was angry by the intrusion but he can't say or do anything, because they were a Wayne, which makes them technically his boss.

Jonathan would never admit it, but part of why he puts up with them is because it makes him a bit happy to know that someone genuine is interested in his researches.

With time, He will get annoyed by the constant visits, because it kept him away from developing his fear toxin.

Jonathan will politely explain to them how they can't visit him anymore while forcing a smile.

He ignored the small bang in regret he felt when he saw their frown.

After weeks of work Jonathan finally perfects his Fear Toxin, all he needs now is to test it and the first "volunteer" that popped into his head was Them.

He will ignore the delight he felt when hearing their excited voice when inviting them to "catch up".

Jonathan welcomes them with a big smile, saying how he missed their intellectual conversation, which isn't a total lie.

Unknown to them, Jonathan had spiked their drink with the newest version of his Fear Toxin, and when they took the first sip horrifying images invaded their mind.

Jonathan will watch with a hidden smile as they fell to the ground with a cry of fear.

"What's wrong?... Are you alright?... Speak to me.

He will keep calling them in a fake concerned voice as he takes his sweet time to walk towards them and kneel beside their shaking form.

Jonathan watches with great delight at the pure fear that shone in their eyes, bringing him great pleasure.

He suppresses a frown when the Fear Toxin wears off, they looked frantically around them while clenching to him like a lifeline.

He can see that they were still afraid as they searched for the images, but it wasn't the same.

Their fear was very beautiful… that the doctor needed to see it again.

Jonathan would comfort them in his arms as they cried in his chest while failing to explain what they saw.

He would rub circles in their back while saying how everything is alright now, but the only thing in his mind was to see that fear in their eyes again.

He would convince them that they had an episode of a sort, that they would come again to him, and to tell no one of what happened or their secret meetings.

For a week or so they will come to him for help only for him to inflict them with his Toxin, and when they are awake they will find themselves in his arms.

He will be a hero in their eyes, their eyes that looked at him with gratitude.

They were his test subject, he was meant to use them when needed… he did not plan to grow feelings for them.

There were visits where he unconsciously spares them from his Fear Toxin and treats them as a patient.

His desire to know them more grows, which pulls him away from his original plans.

Whenever they started to get better or decided to take a break from their sections Jonathan will panic and sprays them with His Toxin Gas.

He will always make sure that they will return and seek him for help and comfort.

It doesn't matter whether they were good or broken, he wants them to always be here with him.

#jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #jonathan crane imagine #yandere jonathan crane #yandere jonathan crane x reader

[too-gay-for-marvel]

it started slow

a/n: im alive! for now! im getting my shit together again so i SHOULD be a little more regular with my writing inshallah. also, i think at this point yall should know that if you send a request, theres a 90% chance itll turn into a oneshot and,,,,,, im not sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️

Request:  Bonjour, love I was wondering if you can do a Natasha X reader, where they get into a big fight because Nat has been spending more time with Carol, And after their fight the reader leaves, and Natasha's mad but Carol tells her that she has been spending way to much time with her. But can it have a good ending. Thank you

Word Count: 2231

Warnings: none

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

It started off with training.

Everyone trained with each other, it was nothing new. Sometimes you would train with Nat and sometimes you wouldn’t, it was just the luck of the draw. It wouldn’t hurt your feelings because at the end of the day, you were still a professional. Maybe you preferred training with Nat, but you weren’t unreasonable.

But the amount of times Nat “happened” to get paired with Carol for training was suspicious.

You had brought it up to her one night at dinner. Just a simple “you’ve been training with Carol a lot lately.” You weren’t trying to stir shit, but maybe you had sounded a little too accusing. But Nat just brushed it off, said it was on Fury’s orders. And who were you to argue against Fury? So what if Nat was training with Carol every morning, maybe it was for the best.

Then it carried on into the afternoons.

You would never tell Nat not to hang out with other people. Past experience had led you down that rabbit hole and there was no way on hell you would do that to someone else. Besides, you were ecstatic that Nat had other people to hang out with because she needed some fun in her life.

So Nat would end up going to lunch with Carol almost every other day, and you would send Nat a quick smile and tell her to have fun. Maybe those lunches went long sometimes and you wouldn’t see Nat again until the evenings. It was fine. It just meant she was having fun, right? Sure, it was taking away some of the only free time you two had, but it was fine.

But then it continued into the evenings and that was the last straw.

Sometimes Nat wouldn’t come back until ungodly hours of the night, or she wouldn’t even come back at all. You weren’t going to accuse her of cheating because, first and foremost, you trusted her with everything in your being. But it still hurt that she was spending her rare free time with someone that wasn’t you.

Now, you didn’t think yourself an unreasonable person. You didn’t think yourself a controlling person either. All of you had jobs to do, and if you weren’t a cohesive unit then things were going to go wrong. That was how the job had always been, and it wouldn’t change. That being said, you didn’t think it was such an awful thing to miss your girlfriend.

So when Nat came home at 3:34am (because you were both supposed to have a night in), you weren’t in the mood to compromise.

“It’s late,” Nat had said when she noticed you sitting at the kitchen table, four empty coffee cups scattered around you and another in your hands.

“Wasn’t sure you’d noticed,” you said, barely louder than a whisper.

“Why are you still up?” Nat asked as she took her boots off and hung up her coat. Like she hadn’t been gone all day and missed another date night.

“I was supposed to have a movie night with my girlfriend,” you said a little louder, “maybe you know where she was.”

Nat froze for the smallest fraction of a moment. If you hadn’t known her for as long as you had, you wouldn’t have even noticed it. Maybe you shouldn’t have noticed it. You should have just ignored it and let Nat lie her way out of whatever was going on because it would be easier. And just as quickly as it had happened, it ended.

“She was with Carol,” she said simply before leaning against the counter that she had moved to.

“What a surprise.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re always with Carol.”

“I am not,” Nat defended, and you could see the defiance in her eyes. The belief that she was right and there was no possibility of her being wrong. A look you absolutely adored when it wasn’t directed at you.

You didn’t want to get mad. Your whole life had consisted of keeping your cool in these tense moments. It should have been easy to stay calm under pressure. But the way Nat stood with her arms crossed defensively over her chest and the way she tried to appear nonchalant in her stance pissed you off. How could she not see it?

Did she think you were blind?

“When was the last time we had a lunch date?” You asked with a raised brow.

“Last week,” Nat shrugged.

“Two months ago,” you corrected.

“Then I’ll take you tomorrow.”

“I’m going on a mission tomorrow,” you shot back, your voice raised just enough to send a message. “You would know if you weren’t always with Carol.”

“What do you have against her?”

“Nothing!” You finally shouted as you shoved your chair back and stood up. “I have nothing against Carol! You deserve friends and people that love to spend time with you! But I have everything against you treating me like your second choice.”

Nat opened her mouth to argue, but you shot her a look that shut her up.

“I don’t care how often you hang out with friends, because it’s important,” you reiterated, “but I will not be second best in my own goddamn relationship.”

Nat continued to stare with that unreadable expression that you still had yet to understand. And it didn’t make you mad like you thought it would, no. No, actually, it made you sad. Sad because after telling your girlfriend that you felt like second best, she had nothing to say. She didn’t bat an eye.

And you couldn’t argue with that, could you?

No, you couldn’t. So you walked past Nat, grabbed your coat and keys, and left.

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Natasha didn’t move from her spot for almost 10 minutes after you left the Compound apartment. She hadn’t considered it “storming out,” but you had certainly left in a hurry. And right after you had shut the door the gears in her brain had started turning. You were wrong, she hadn’t treated you as second best.

Right?

No, of course she hadn’t.

Had she?

With a frustrated sigh, Natasha turned and grabbed her coat and left, making her way to the gym. If the past had taught her anything, Carol would still be there. Which would be great because then they could work out some anger and maybe even get a bit of advice. Not that Carol was good with relationship advice, but who else could Natasha ask?

I don’t treat you as second best, we do things all the time, Natasha thought as she walked down the sidewalk, hands shoved into the pockets of her coat.

I always come home to you, isn’t that enough? She crossed the street without looking, knowing that the cars would screech to a halt if need be.

There’s no way it’s been two months since our last lunch date. The coffee shop you both frequented passed by without so much as a glance from Natasha.

If I really treated you so bad, why didn’t you tell me sooner?

The doors to the gym posed no obstacle as Natasha shouldered them open and trudged inside. She had started the walk with a mission, a dedication to work out her frustration, but now that she had made it to her destination… now her chest felt constricted.

“Didn’t you go home?”

Natasha looked up from the hole she had subconsciously been staring into the floor and saw Carol wiping the nonexistent sweat from her neck. She had been training with Danvers long enough to know it was almost impossible for her to sweat. Damn enhancements.

“Had too much energy,” Natasha said as she shrugged her coat off and dropped it onto a bench.

“You sure?” Carol asked, an uncharacteristic uncertainty in her voice. But Natasha still didn’t turn around and instead worked on wrapping her wrists.

“Absolutely. On the mat, Danvers.”

She didn’t look up, knowing that Carol would meet her on the mat even if she wasn’t really sure about it. But they both met in the middle and Natasha finally looked up to see a look in Carol’s eyes. A look that Natasha knew meant Carol was not happy with her. But she knew there was no chance she would actually be called out on it.

With that being said, the both of them started sparring.

Something was off with the way Carol was fighting though, and no matter how much Natasha goaded her, it didn’t change. All she wanted was to get hit so hard that she could try to make sense of what you had said to her earlier. Maybe if Carol knocked her senseless then your argument would be logical.

“Nat,” Carol said after a lull, “go home.”

“A few more rounds,” Natasha shrugged before going at Carol again.

Only Carol took it seriously this time.

Now, Natasha was a master at hand-to-hand combat, there was no question about it. But when compared to the power of an infinity stone? It wasn’t fair; still surprising though. So when Natasha was slammed down onto the mat with Carol’s knee pressing against her chest, she was shocked.

And pissed.

“The fuck, Danvers?”

“You’re never home anymore,” Carol accused as she leaned down to be closer to Natasha’s face. “Go home.”

“It’s fine,” she shot back before trying to push Carol’s knee off. But she wasn’t kidding around and was using all her power to force Natasha to listen.

“When was the last time you took Y/N on a date?”

“None of your business,” Natasha said, but her heart started racing at the question.

“You’re always with me,” Carol accused again. “You need to go home.”

“Y/N’s not even at home,” Natasha admitted, shocking the both of them. “So what’s the point?”

The look Carol gave her was almost insulting. But she removed her knee nonetheless and helped her up to her feet. And the look she continued to receive forced Natasha to face things she didn’t want to because if Carol was giving her that look, then the odds of Natasha being wrong were… pretty high.

“Go home and wait,” Carol said with a pitied smile. “Trust me.”

And with that, Carol left. Didn’t even wait for Natasha to give confirmation that she would listen to the advice, but she didn’t need to. They both knew Natasha would listen because, if she were being honest with herself, Carol had managed to stay with Maria for years.

Maybe the air force had been good for something.

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It was weird to come home after so long apart. You and Nat would separate because of missions, obviously, but this… this was different. You hadn’t parted with a kiss and a warning to be careful. It was silence and fear and frustration all balled up in your stomach, and the distance had only made it worse.

You shouldn’t have been gone for so long, but you were too upset. Right after you had left and gotten back from your mission, you had called Fury to tell him you would be gone for a few weeks and that you needed space. Of course he had listened, but part of you had wished he would have made you stay. If you had stayed, you would have been able to force Nat to talk to you.

Because she was wrong and she needed to know, her pride be damned.

But after five weeks of a mission and cooling off, no one had called and instead of giving you time to calm down, it just made you more upset. So that was what led to you putting your key in the lock to your apartment once again. Part of you hoped Nat was in there.

The other part hoped she wasn’t.

“Oh thank god.”

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist the moment you opened the apartment door. The force of the collision was almost enough to knock you off your feet, but you managed to keep your footing. And just like that, with those familiar arms wrapped around you, your heart felt like it was home again.

“You were right,” Nat said quickly once you wrapped your arms around her shoulders in return. “You were right and I’m sorry.”

You pulled back just enough to be able to look her in the eyes. After so long together, you would know if she was telling the truth based on the look in her eyes. There was nothing but regret, sorrow, maybe a bit of fear. But most importantly, you saw truth.

“How long did it take you to admit that to yourself?” You asked her with a raised brow.

“I-,” she paused, her eyes flickering between yours. “A few hours.”

“That quickly?”

“Carol beat it into me,” Nat admitted, and your facade finally broke.

“You’re an idiot,” you chuckled before leaning down and leaving a light kiss on her lips.

“Your idiot,” she mumbled against your lips before moving forward for another kiss, this one deeper than the first.

You know you both needed to talk about it. A kiss and an “I’m sorry” wouldn’t be all it took, especially if there wasn’t a real understanding of what had gone wrong. But you could talk about it in the morning.

Right now, you needed to feel home again.

#requests #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #black widow #black widow x reader #black widow imagine #natasha romanoff imagine #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #my writing

[muwur]

do u think u could write something fluffy for atsumu? :D (if not, bc he just showed up in the anime, futakuchi?) nd they/them pronouns pls :3 ty ty!!!

dating headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for atsumu and futakuchi

❧ gn reader

✎ 1.6k words

a/n: oml my first request fgrinffej thank u anon <3 been doing sum ~research~ and brainstorming snaccing and i hope this is okay ! >:) for u i shall do both ppl hehe. feel free to lmk if you would like me to redo or add anything, i wanna do my requests justice :*)

also i find myself gettin inspo at 4 am ofhfuohf i hope this is a bit fluffy, tho its a bit playful n snarky as well fnoggrefjf. also this took me so long bc i literaly got this whole other idea LMAOOOO but i find it more suitable as a separate piece so be on the lookout for that (nudge nudge itll feature atsumu ;) i got a bit carried away AAHA). here u goo

atsumu

✧ boi’s a tease

✧ on days he stays really late to practice so like?? most days LOL  you drop by a nearby eatery and pick up some fatty tuna (or something else, you like to change it up sometimes even if fatty tuna is his fave)  for him to munch on (gotta replenish your body!!)

✧ even though it’s for him, he’ll make you share the food with him as you both sit on a field nearby the gym

✧ likes to feed you but exaggerates it just to mess with you

✧ “say ahh, y/n” he coos with a smirk when he holds out some food from his chopsticks

✧ and just to mess with him back, you close your mouth around the piece, taking it from the chopsticks slowly and never breaking eye contact with him until after you chew and swallow

✧ “ah, that was delicious, honey” you smile cheekily

✧ rip atsumu, he malfuncc inside

✧ however

✧ fights you for the last piece of any food or snack you’re sharing

✧ “why even offer sharing if you’re just gonna hog it all”

✧ “you were just slower than me, that’s not my problem”

✧ in the end, he would definitely just let you have it. Only fights you when hes bored and wants to provoke you, which is often

✧ pretty affectionate in public. likes to ruffle your hair or place a head on your hand, no matter what height you are

✧ especially likes to do this when you’re annoyed at him, which kinda makes it not cute anymore and you just wanna punch him in the face

✧ as annoying as he could be tho you had to admit that your bickering could be quite fun he was definitely a caring partner

✧ is quick to take notice how youre feeling, liek:

✧  “hey, are you feeling okay?”

✧ “yeah im fine, why?”

✧ “you know you dont have to lie, right? you cant hide these things, anyways, i can just tell if something’s up. what’s wrong, babe?”

✧ pulls you aside to talk things out a little, then offers to spend some time together after practice  

✧ squeezes your hand as he walks you home, plants a soft kiss to your forehead before parting ways, and says goodnight

✧ he also notices any changes, no matter how small, in your appearances:

✧ *scrutinizing you* “what do you want, atsumu?”

✧ “did you do something different today? maybe like with your hair or uniform or something?”

✧ “o-oh, yeah, i did.”

✧ “hm. it really suits you, actually.”

✧ “oh, thanks. it’s such a small change, i didnt think anyone would notice--”

✧  “dont get too ahead of yourself, i didnt say it looked nice-- im kidding, im kidding!” he has to say in order to defend himself from your piercing glare

✧ lowkey highkey cant go long without seeing you

✧ so when he finally gets to spend some time with you, he’s even more touchy than usual

✧ you eye him suspiciously before saying, “you’re acting like you missed me or something”

✧  “yeah, i did miss you. something wrong with that?” he asks, burying his face in your neck as he hugs you from behind

✧ “yes, because its been two days”

✧ expect lots of kisses and hugs, though. mans is deprived and he gets what he wants (with consent, of course)

✧ makes sure everyone knows he’s there to stand up for you if necessary, which can be pretty intimidating

✧ loves it when you fall asleep on his shoulder. will take selfies with your sleeping face and show you later

✧  “you look cute even when you’re drooling all over my arm”

✧ doesn’t talk about how he sniffed or kissed your head when you were asleep. definitely doesn’t admit how he was whispering about how lucky he was to be in love with you asdfghjk

✧ was the first to admit he loved you

✧ it occurred after his team won a game to qualify for nationals. excitedly, you raced your way to meet him and tackled him in a hug. who cares if he was sweaty. “i knew you guys would win, and im so proud, atsumu.”

✧ he stumbled a bit and hugged back. he pulled away shortly to look you in the eye

✧  “y/n, i love you.”

✧ and all you could do was blush before he pulled you into a soft, yet passionate kiss

✧ surrounded by like. literally everyone lol

✧ osamu just fake gags in the background

✧ later that day:

✧  “sooooo do I get a reward for winning ? ;)”

✧  “dont push your luck”

✧ but you do spend the night just chilling at his place, watching a movie and cuddling, unwinding from a long day

futakuchi

✧ you met each other in class, bonding over how bored and sleepy you both were

✧ one day he started passing you notes and you went with along it until this class’s purpose in y’alls lives was just for goofing off and totally not to see each other’s smiles or be a bit flirty

✧ loves to mess around with you, but also thinks highly of you

✧ shortly after you started dating and met the boy’s volleyball team, moniwa asks you to please keep futakuchi in line

✧  “babe, please, you’re driving your seniors crazy”

✧ but ever since he became captain, you could sense that futakuchi seemed more responsible

✧ but poor bby was also wayyyy more tired than usual

✧ you poked his back with your pencil whenever you found him dozing off in class, just in time before he risked getting caught by the teacher

✧ you also nagged him about getting more rest and maintaining his health, doing things to help him out until he gave in and made a better attempt at taking care of himself

✧ unless you have other activities going on, you’d usually come by the gym to watch practice and then walk home with futakuchi

✧ you always bring him and his team snacks. they all love you, especially koganegawa

✧ “how are you and y/n dating, they’re so much nicer than futaku--”

✧ cant even finish his sentence before the captain smacks his head and poor kogane chokes on his snacc

✧ but les be real you also go to admire your manz

✧ on the walk home one day:

✧  “you hit a really good spike today”

✧ sheepishly scratches the back of his head, “oh, thanks. kogane’s sets are improving, so it’s getting easier to hit the ball”

✧ secretly loves and craves your praise

✧ futakuchi’s pretty down for pda. you two can often be seen walking down the aisles, hand in hand

✧ will also give you lots of pecks, especially on your cheeks and lips

✧ he also insists on helping you carry your things

✧ wants you to rely on him

✧ saw you shivering once and took his jacket off, draping it around you like nbd

✧ lets just say he wishes he coulda thought of that sooner dhqnwxhgergk  youre not allowed to look this cute

✧ but now you literally keep half his closet in your house cuz he always tells you to return it whenever you want

✧ could go on dates anywhere and literally have such a good time. the night market? y’all will share foods and play games the whole time. the park? he could go for a nice, relaxing walk, or if it’s at night, he’d love to lie in the grass and admire the night sky with you (as long as you hold hands lol). at home? would totally binge some shows or movies with you, has sour gummies n a blanket ready to share hog

✧ can be a tease, but will protect you at all costs

✧ glares at anyone who looks at you with interest (boi gets jealous)

✧ had to pull you into his arms and give you a kiss to save you from getting hit on by someone from a rival school. “hey babe, i’ve been looking for you. let’s head back, everyone’s waiting.”

✧ you happily follow him, not noticing how futakuchi looks back at his now sworn-enemy and sticks his tongue out at them

✧ he will fIGHT anyone who hurts you, is very overprotective to say the least

✧ always makes sure he knows where you’re at, starts to worry a bit if you’ve gone mia

✧ got reallly worried one time when he called you like 5 times and you didnt pick up!

✧ 20 minutes later his phone rings and he picks it up immediately. “hello? y/n? are you okay?? you haven’t been answering me for a while.”

✧  “ahh, yes, im sorry about that, my phone died :P”

✧ thinks the best cuddles are the ones in which you both end up falling asleep. also likes to admire your sleeping face totes not a creeper

✧ also loveloveloves to snuggle you from behind and bury his face in your neck and loves to just smELL you

✧ you told him you loved him first

✧ you were having a rough day when you heard a knock on your door

✧ opening it, you found a futakuchi giving you a small smile and carrying a plastic bag full of goodies. “i, uh, didn’t want you to be alone, so i thought we could hang out for a bit? just us two, your favorite snacks, and whatever else you want to do”

✧ touched by his gesture, you pulled him in by his jacket’s collar and gave him a long kiss

✧ after separating, you looked into his eyes as you cupped his face gently. “thank you, kenji. i love you. this means a lot to me”

✧ ejiufnicenjfdhksujsk he nearly melted in place

✧ later tries playing the pocky game with you, but then y’all forget about the pocky after your first round and stick to the smooching

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reader insert #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #futakuchi kenji #futakuchi x reader #haikyuu x you

[lunawritesaa]

hi- uh- i'm kinda nervous about asking this but- i'm planning on making my own ace attorney x reader blog and- can you give me some tips? sorry if i'm coming off as desperate hhh-

not coming off as desperate at all! starting a blog can be tough so i’m more than happy to provide some input/insight for you. i’ve been doing blogs like this for a while so i do know quite a bit, and am more than happy to assist. and (if you’re comfortable) share the blog w me when you have it made, i’d love to see what you write!

(will add a read more tomorrow so this post isn’t as long. and i can possibly do a part 2 if you’d like more tips! i got a lot of them haha)

make a rules page

so this one is pretty straight forward: you wanna have a rules page. outline clearly what you will/won’t write for or anything else that your reader need to know.

there’s no “required” length for a rules page; it can be however long or short that you want it to be. just make sure you explicitly mention things your audience needs to know

good things to note in your rules: any sensitive topics you will/won’t write for, characters you won’t write for, how many characters you can request in an ask, etc.

do research if you’re unsure

this is one thing that i wanna reassure you: it’s okay if you don’t characterize a character 100% correctly. everyone interprets a character differently anyway.

but, if you find yourself struggling to write for a specific character, google it! the ace attorney wikipedia will be your friend.

it’ll give you the characters personality and some other information about said character that could benefit you when writing. if you’re ever unsure about a characters exact personality or need a quick refresher, google it!

or send fellow writers a dm, i’m sure they’d love to help you!

you are your #1 priority. always.

never ever put a request or writing above yourself. that’s how burnout and writers block happen. pace yourself, take your time and make sure you are well before anything else.

take breaks! keeping your mental and physical health up is always a necessity. don’t force yourself to write if you aren’t up to it.

and, never feel like you have to write a request. you can say no, you can just delete it, you can not write for it. you do this for free, you have no obligation to anyone.

you should always be your main focus. if you don’t have time for the blog, don’t stress it. time will come to you! focusing on your real life is 100% the bigger priority.

have fun

this is arguably the most important thing i’ve said so far. don’t do it if you aren’t enjoying it! if it becomes too much on your mind, then you shouldn’t do it.

never at any point should this feel like a chore or a responsibility. and if it is, take a break. walk away for a few days. let your mind refresh.

enjoy the process! sure, it’ll be tough to write some times but at the end of the day you should be happy with what you’re doing.

other random little things to note

it’s ALWAYS slow in the beginning. itll take time for your blog to “take off” but it will! it’ll take a little bit but eventually you will be getting requests fairly frequently :)

be yourself. don’t make a facade or persona and act like that. just be you! you’ll draw more people to your blog by being authentic.

not all your posts are going to do amazing. sometimes you’ll write something your super proud of and it’ll flop. sometimes you’ll write something you’ll hate and it’ll do great! don’t be discourage if something your happy with doesn’t do great it happens.

coupled with that, don’t compare yourself to others/other blogs!! it’ll only hurt you in the long run.

——

not to totally plug my own discord, but like me and a whole bunch of ace attorney writers are always giving each other feedback in my discord! if you wanna join we are always willing to help you there too :)

#mod lunar talks #writing blog tips

[horansqueen]

You & Me : chapter 6

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -5.2k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- notes: its long because i had a lot to write, oops! also i tried to put as many requests for this chapter as I got. i suggest you dont look at them before reading the chapter or itll spoil it majorly to you! here are the requests!

the first one is the main request. and the others are the requests i got when i asked for requests for this specific chapter! :)

(SPOILERS OF THE CHAPTER)

Chapter 6 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

I pulled on my skirt when i got out of the car, feeling slightly uncomfortable and regretting wearing it. I was mostly a pants person and even just wearing jeans was annoying me sometimes. I knew all the girls present would look incredible, though, and I didn't want to feel ugly around them. I bent down to look at my face in the mirror of the car and sighed before turning back to my boyfriend who had a small smile creeping on his lips as he stared at me.

"How do I look?" I asked, raising my eyebrows with concern.

He didn't answer yet, he just just walked up to me, taking his hands out of his pockets and wrapping his arms around my waist. I felt his fingertips brush on my spine and my lips curled slightly.

"So good i'm actually thinking about ditching them and driving back home to fuck you into the mattress." he whispered with a smirk, looking down at me as I tilted my chin up. "One word from you and I jump back in the car."

I giggled a bit stupidly and was about to answer when we both heard the door open and I saw Heidi in the frame with Niall slightly behind. She waved at us and I was suddenly very happy of my choice of clothing. Dylan remained close to me and sent her a smile, a chin movement and a small wave before turning back to look into my eyes.

"Well, there goes our plan." he joked in a low tone, raising his eyebrows at me and making me laugh. "I guess we're gonna have to rain check on sexy time."

He chuckled and his arms slipped off my waist but he grabbed one of my hands with his and pulled me in the door's direction. I stopped him and he turned around with a questioning look before I tilted my head and frowned.

"When we get back home, perhaps?"

His facial expression changed and he moved back closer to me, squeezing my fingers in his.

"I'm sorry babe, I really have to sleep early today remember? I work tomorrow morning, I have to wake up at 4:30."

I bit my bottom lip and nodded but the truth was, I had completely forgotten. I let my eyes roam on his face and held my breath, trying not to sigh. I was not sure if it was a good or a bad thing that I was going to be away from Dylan soon. He was leaving to film a movie and the truth was, we hadn't been away from each other much in the past few months. In fact, we spent most of our time together.

"Are you guys coming?" we both heard Heidi's voice but my boyfriend didn't look away from me.

"I can see you're disappointed. I'm sorry babe, really."

"No, it's okay." I answered with a smile, tilting my head and shaking it slightly. "Don't be sorry, I know you work hard, I knew it was part of the game when we started dating."

His lips curled in a fond smile and he sent me a wink right before we heard Louis' melodic voice from afar. I had asked him to text me when he'd arrive so Dylan and I wouldn't be the first ones there. I didn't want us to interact only with Heidi and Niall or I knew it would have been awkward.

"Hey you two! You can eat each other's face later! Or like, stare deeply and passionately in each other's eyes or whatever! But right now we're all waiting for you!" he screamed, making me chuckle. "Liv! I bought your fave wine too, come on!"

I rolled my eyes but smiled and Dylan laughed slightly before pulling me with him. We walked inside and said hi to everyone but it's only when I felt Niall's arm around my waist that my smile faltered. I tried to tell myself I wouldn't let anything he does affect me but it was practically impossible. It was only his fingertips brushing on the small of my back and I wanted to run away.

"Hey Olivia, thanks so much for coming." he said in a low tone as I felt him press his cheek against mine.

I moved slightly and his stubble scratched my skin, making my heart skip a beat, but I tried not to show it.

"Someone needs to shave!" I joked with a laugh.

He was well-aware that I loved his stubble and would never want him to shave it, but that was part of the little banter we had together and he laughed, raising his eyebrows before bending down again close to me and rubbing his cheek against mine. I pulled away with a grown but started laughing again.

"Ouch!" I let out a bit louder before chuckling. "I hate when you do that!"

"Yea?" he asked, amused, before doing it again. "I thought you loved my stubble!"

He stared in my eyes with a smirk and he was closer than he should be but I didn't move away. By the way he was looking at me, I knew what he was thinking about and he was right : I've always enjoyed to feel his stubble on my inner thighs as he ate me out. I've always loved feeling it scrape my skin as I pressed my thighs around his face while he tongue fucked me. That thought made my pussy throb and I held my breath until someone talked.

"Here!" Louis let out, putting a glass of wine between us and taking me out of my thoughts. "Drink."

I thanked him and tried not to look at Niall again as I followed them to the kitchen. I frowned when I saw the bottle of wine on the counter, noticing the bottle stopper next to it.

"Louis! You said you bought my fave wine but it's literally my own bottle from home!" I exclaimed, turning to look at him and raising my eyebrows.

"Oh shit, did I say 'bought'? I meant 'brought'"

My face changed into an annoyed and unamused expression and he sent me a cute smile, making me roll my eyes as my lips curled slightly.

"It was started, too. You don't bring an already open bottle to hosts." I kept arguing. "You're a bad guest."

"Heyyy, I bought this one and two more, i'm an incredible guest!"

A bunch of us laughed and after chatting for a while, we ended up sitting at the main table. I sat next to Dylan and held my breath when I saw Niall walk closer. He was about to sit on the other side of me when Heidi talked.

"No no, babe! We're sitting here!"

His face changed but he just glanced at me and sent his girlfriend a smile before walking to the other side of the table and sitting right in front of me and next to her. I didn't know if I felt relieved or sad but he kept looking at me and I couldn't help but send him a smile. I noticed Heidi move closer to him and put my attention on her.

"Thank you so much for being here, all of you!" she said, holding her glass up. "We're always all so busy but it's nice to spend time altogether when we can!"

We all clinked our glasses together and I grimaced at Louis who stuck his tongue out at me. I was happy he was there, I felt like I wouldn't be able to stay sane if he was not.

"Oh my god, Olivia and Dylan, you guys are getting married right? I read that somewhere!"

Niall glanced at her and I noticed he rolled his eyes slightly without saying anything. I didn't know if it was because Heidi talked about it or because of the wedding specifically.

"Mmhm, yes." Dylan said, taking a sip of wine. "We are."

"In september I bet." Niall quickly let out. "The 9th I'm guessing."

Everyone remained quiet but he kept staring at me. I remembered us talking about getting married but we had never talked about a date. It did something to me that he knew, and he knew me so well. He knew me better than anyone in the world. He knew me better than myself.

"Well, yes." Dylan finally confessed, slightly uneasy. "I mean, don't tell anyone, we haven't announced it yet, we want to be sure before."

I saw Heidi's eyes open wider in shock when Dylan admitted that Niall had guessed right. I could only imagine what went on in her head and I suddenly felt bad for her. I knew she was not the jealous type but when she moved closer to Niall to ask for a kiss, I could swear she had glanced at me at the same time.

"Sorry mate." Niall said, taking a long sip of the wine after raising his eyebrows. "That's when her grandparents got married. Lucky guess."

The discussion drifted but I kept looking at Niall who sent me a fond smile. I held my breath when I felt one of his feet over mine and my lips parted slightly. I was not wearing socks but I felt the fabric of his brush against the top of my foot. My eyes fluttered at the contact. Just knowing he was touching me made me feel a certain way. It was not sexual, it was just my body suddenly coming alive in a way no one else could make me feel. It took me a few seconds but I finally pulled my foot away but gently, sending him an other small smile.

I helped Heidi clearing the table while the others went to the living room but I noticed Niall glancing at us, probably scared of what would happen. I was not going to make a scene though, and I was pretty sure she wouldn't either, at least I hoped so.

"I know there used to be something special between you and Niall." she let out when we were almost done, without looking at me. "But it's gone now."

I held my breath and licked my lips, not really sure what I should answer to that. It seemed like a fact to her but as she said it, it made me realize it was not true. There was still something special between Niall and I, and there probably always would be. That's why it would be so hard for us to only be friends. Could we even do it?

"Alright."

I turned around and left her alone in the kitchen only to walk to the bathroom. I leaned my hands on the counter after locking the door and closed my eyes, my head slightly down. I tried to breath in and out deeply but I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest and I couldn't seem to slow it down.

I had expected something meaner from Heidi. I knew the kind of person she was, and I knew what she was looking for but somehow, she had agreed to this dinner and I didn't know why. It was not new that she didn't like me and I would have thought she wanted me as far as possible from her boyfriend.

The problem was, I didn't want to be far from Niall and she probably felt it, just like I felt how insecure she was, which was not her type at all. She didn't use to see me like competition, what happened that made her change her mind about me?

I also felt how Dylan tensed when Niall guessed the date of our wedding. It was not so much that he knew that, no, it was more about the whole history Niall and I had together that no one could even begin to understand. He knew it, but the fact that he was now witnessing it made it seem more real. He was not jealous but it would be normal if he felt uncomfortable. I couldn't blame him.

I breathed in deeply, staring at my reflection in the mirror and trying to make something of this mess in my head but nothing seemed to work. Everyone's feelings were at stake and we were all a bit stressed. I also knew that with a few too many drinks, it could become very ugly.

I shook my head slightly and left the bathroom to join the others, hearing them laugh from afar. I sat on the couch next to Dylan and smiled at Louis and Eleanor, sitting together on the floor, almost cuddling. Julie and Liam were practically doing the same on the other couch and I felt Dylan's hand reach for mine and grab my fingers. Everyone was getting a bit tipsy and they were all recalling memories from tour and after. I tried to keep quiet but for some reasons, a lot of anecdotes included me.

"Oh remember that time we all went skiing and Olivia wouldn't stop falling!" Louis pointed out with a chuckle. "Niall had to literally hold her hands and guide her. It was pathetic, she was getting bypassed by a bunch of five year old’s!"

"Louis, I hate you." I just groaned low.

"Or when we ended up playing hide and seek in a hotel." he added, ignoring my comment. "Everyone was found except for these two fuckers! Apparently, they were hiding together in a fucking janitor closet! We never found out what went on during those two hours!"

I grabbed a cushion and threw it at Louis but it only made him laugh. I remembered that time. I remembered my body pressed against Niall's for hours as we chatted together in whispers. I remember feeling his lips in my hair and his hand on my thigh to stop me from moving whenever we heard a noise. Nothing had happened, but it was still a good memory. One that brought a rush to my brain and made me smile.

I noticed Heidi from the corner of my eyes, standing next to the couch and listening to Louis' stories. She looked a bit stressed and I bit my bottom lip in hope that Louis would just stop it. Her face twisted into a smile and she just sat directly on Niall's lap, making me squirm a bit on my seat. He seemed surprised and I knew he was not a fan of public display of affection but he just glanced around the room a few times without saying anything. She bent down and when their lips met, I had to close my eyes and look away. I felt Dylan squeeze my fingers with his and turned my head to him, focusing my attention on him. He smiled at me and I was not sure which emotions I could see in his face. Sadness, perhaps?

"So Dylan, the car you're driving in that show? Does it work?"

I tried to push the thought of Heidi sitting on my ex boyfriend away and smiled at Louis as I noticed Dylan's lips curl too.

"Don't start him!" I quickly said, opening my eyes wide. "He literally asked to keep that jeep! It's in his garage!"

"It's old and a bit dangerous to drive but I still do from time to time. I even let Liv drive it once or twice."

"Fucking amazing car, can't deny." I admitted with a laugh.

"We also saw your latest movie." Eleanor added. "Loved it."

"It was honestly very good." Julie agreed, leaning on her boyfriend and nodding. "Although I believe a beard doesn't really suit you."

Dylan chuckled, bringing his hand to his nape in an embarrassed way. He was not the type to be shy, but being praised like that always made him a bit uncomfortable. I personally thought it was extremely endearing but I didn't mention it, at least not this time. I tried not to react when I noticed Niall get up and leave from the corner of my eyes but I couldn't seem to follow the conversation anymore. Dylan was charismatic and everyone was always listening to him when he talked. He had this way to charm people that I didn't have and clearly never would. I was not jealous, I was fascinated.

I would guess on 10 minutes. That was probably the time it took me to get up and leave the room too. It seemed longer but I knew it was probably just in my head. I walked slowly in the hall, my heart beating fast, and followed the sound of guitar coming from afar, ending up in front of a closed door. I bit my bottom lip but it only took me a second to press my ear against it to hear better.

"I try and try to forget you, but." He stopped and I didn't hear anything until he started playing again. "Try and try to erase you, but you won't disappear."

Without thinking, I pressed my palm on the door but was surprised when I realized it was not completely closed. I ended up tripping inside and letting out a curse word as I almost fell. I knew he was staring at me but when I looked up in his eyes, I noticed a small and amused smile playing on his lips.

"Sorry." I let out after finding my balance again, glancing down and pressing my lips together.

"You were totally eavesdropping." he pointed out, his lips curling.

"I was... totally eavesdropping."

He chuckled and made a quick head movement, telling me to get closer. I hesitated a few seconds but walked to him slowly as he looked up. He was sitting on his bed and it was a bit weird to be in the room, alone with him, while both our significant others were in the living room. We used to be like that though, right? We slept in the same bed even when we were taken a few years ago, when our friendship was at its peak. Why did it feel so wrong now?

He patted the bed next to him and I licked my lips, holding my breath before shrugging a shoulder.

"Uhm, does Heidi live here?"

He frowned but didn't lose his smile.

"No, why?"

I didn't answer his question but simply nodded and after a few seconds, I sat next to him, trying not to touch him. I didn't want to sit in a bed that was hers, too, it would have been too weird to me, but knowing it was his bed made me feel better about it, even if I knew she slept there too sometimes.

Niall ran his fingers on the strings and my eyes dropped to his hand. He used to do that all the time. Just join me on the couch and start playing randomly. I didn't know if he noticed but I always ended up just turning the volume down to listen to him without being too obvious about it. Sometimes, he barely noticed me at all and it was alright. I always thought it made him even more handsome than he already was. When I looked up, I noticed he was looking at me and I smiled, feeling my heart jump slightly in my chest. After all this time, he still had this effect on me and I had no idea how it was possible.

"So, what were you playing?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "Wanna play it for me?"

He chuckled a bit, obviously uncomfortable, and scratched the back of his head, glancing away before looking down at his fingers.

"New song, it's not finished, can't play it."

I felt something twist in my chest at the thought and I swallowed jealousy inside me. He was with Heidi and she already got a whole album written for her. It was a bit hurtful to think she was going to get a second one.

"You must really love her." I said low to make sure my voice wouldn't break.

"What do you mean?"

I looked up at him and let my eyes roam on his face. I wanted to stop thinking about him all the time and feel nervous around him but even more than that, I wanted to stop all the feelings exploding inside me every time he was near. We were done. He had a girlfriend and I was getting married, there was no point in dwelling on the past, right? I brought my hand up but hesitated and finally pressed my palm gently on his cheek. I wanted to ask him if he really loved me. I wanted to know if being with me for almost a year even had an impact in his life, I wanted to know if it mattered, If i mattered. Or at least, if I used to matter.

"You kissed me the other night."

I felt his hand over mine, on his face, but took it back slowly as my lips parted. How could he know that? He was asleep, right?

"N-No, I mean..."

"I thought you never lied."

I closed my mouth and breathed in before licking my lips, still staring at him. i had to assume my actions and I swallowed hard.

"I did, I kissed you. I thought you were sleeping." I admitted in a low tone. "I'm sorry, Niall, I shouldn't have."

He chuckled a bit awkwardly and shook his head, putting his guitar away and passing his hand in his hair. "Hey, I kept reminding you of when we fucked and I think I remember caressing your leg so, I can't blame you for a small peck on the lips."

"You were drunk, I was not." I pointed out.

"Not an excuse." he quickly replied. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"You didn't."

We stared at each other for so long and all I could hear was the sound of my heart beating against my rib cage and threatening to escape. I felt myself tear up but swallowed the lump in my throat and I could swear I saw him glance at my lips.

"You said you missed me too."

"I'm surprised you understood since I said it in french." I chuckled slightly, smiling at him.

"I remember a few things, I just can't pronounce them."

This time, I chuckled more until I realized how close we were from each other. Did he move closer or was I the one who did? Why did I feel so attracted to him, like my heart, body, soul and mind were connected to his?

"I'm gonna kiss you, okay?"

His voice was soft and low but I didn't answer and he moved even closer, so slowly that it seemed to take an hour. I felt his breath on my mouth and held mine before bringing both my hands on his face to stop him gently. He stopped and his eyes opened as my thumbs brushed on his cheeks. I moved my head lightly, feeling my parted lips brush up and down against his, so slowly it was like torture to me.

"Olivia..."

I shook my head and pulled away, turning on my seat and closing my eyes. It was so close and I felt my heart skip a beat when I realized we had almost kissed but the worst was, I really wanted it. I wanted it so fucking bad and I was getting mad at myself. I was also mad at him for doing this to me and I swallowed hard again.

"I can't Niall, and you can't either."

He didn't insist and I finally just got up as he did the same. I was about to get out of his room when I came face to face with Heidi. I tried to play it cool but her eyes got bigger as they moved from me to Niall and then back to me.

"What the fuck?"

I didn't know what to say and just walked past her to get back in the living room. I grabbed my glass and swallowed all of it as Heidi stormed back to the room. Everyone stopped talking and looked at her but she was staring at me, ready to jump at me.

"What the hell were you doing with my boyfriend in my room?"

I wanted to mention it was not her room but I thought it would only make things worse and I just sighed and raise my eyebrows.

"We were just talking."

"Just talking?" she repeated with a rude chuckle. "Oh yea I know how 'talking' goes alright!" she added, doing the quotation marks with her fingers.

I felt Dylan getting up behind me and he placed his hand softly on my lower back.

"Hey, relax." he let out, bringing his other hand in front of me. "They're friends, they've always been friends, you should know that by now."

"Are you a fucking idiot?" Heidi added louder, frowning at him.

I turned to Dylan's who's face suddenly changed into an annoyed one. It was a side of him I hadn't seen before and it was crazy to think Heidi, out of all people, could bring it out.

"It's not the first time you ask me that."

Niall suddenly placed himself between his girlfriend and us but facing her. He put his hands on her shoulders and she closed her eyes.

"Babe, please, relax okay? Come on, how many drinks did you have?"

"I'm fine!" she let out slightly lower than the tone she had used on us.

"Just come with me okay?"

It took a few seconds but they disappeared in the hall and I licked my lips before turning to my boyfriend. Louis was standing up next to me too and when he placed his hand on my shoulder, I turned my head and met his eyes.

"Are you okay, love?"

His voice was sweet and gentle and I sent him a small smile before nodding lightly. Did it show that I was extremely jealous knowing that she was going to sleep in his room, next to him? I shook my head, trying to push away the thought and also my feelings. It was ridiculous, of course she was going to sleep in his bed tonight, where else?

"Okay, well, I think it's time to go now." Julie proposed as Liam stood behind her.

We all said goodbye and hugged as Niall walked back in.

"Sorry guys, so sorry it has to end up like this."

I felt bad for him, knowing that he likes things calm and fun but at the same time, I felt guilty. I could try and blame Heidi all I wanted for the drama, it was partially my fault and Niall's if it ended up like this. I also couldn't stop thinking that if we had kissed, she would have caught us.

"Don't worry, it's all cool." my boyfriend said, extending his hand to my ex boyfriend. The sight was a bit weird but I didn't mention it. "Thanks for inviting us, we're gonna have to return the favor soon."

"Of course, my pleasure, thanks for coming." Niall replied, shaking his hand and sending him a smile.

I glanced a few times as I walked to Dylan's car just to look at Niall standing in the door frame, and I sighed before opening the door and getting in. We drove off and I leaned my head against the window with my eyes closed. I still couldn't make sense of this mess and even if I wasn't drunk, I knew the alcohol and tiredness would stop me from unraveling it all. We parked in front of my house and I felt a pain in my chest when I remembered that Dylan wouldn't stay. I turned to him and tilted my head.

"You really can't stay?" I asked in a soft tone, making him smile sadly at me.

"No, I'm sorry. Tomorrow?"

I nodded slowly and licked my lips.

"What did you mean when you said it wasn't the first time she asked you if you were stupid?"

He shook his head and chuckled, looking down.

"Let's just say Heidi has tried to date me a few years back. Or at least to sleep with me."

The shock was so big I felt my lips part. I probably looked like a fish out of water and it made him chuckle. He brought his hand on my chin and gently moved it up to close my mouth.

"You... you never told me."

"Just like you never told me how intense it was between you and Niall." he pointed out, raising his eyebrows. "I mean, maybe you did but I didn't think it was that bad, I don't know."

He paused and I held my breath as he looked down at his fingers. He grabbed my hand and looked up in my eyes and I suddenly felt so guilty I was close to throw up. I loved this man, I really did. Could he tell that I had almost kissed my ex boyfriend not even half an hour before?

"You know what sexual tension is, right?"

I frowned, scared of his words, but still nodded. I didn't want him to tell me there was sexual tension between Niall and I. I didn't want to know what we looked like from the outside. I didn't want to have this kind of conversation about my ex boyfriend, if only because I was not even sure of how I felt or what I wanted. Still, I waited as my boyfriend sighed and intertwined his fingers with mine.

"Between you and Niall, there's romantic tension. It's dripping everywhere. It's... scary, Olivia. It really is." he explained, surprising me. "So yea, Heidi's little tantrum was annoying, but I can see where she's coming from. She felt it, too. We all do."

My eyes roamed on his face as my whole body seemed to throb. His words made me anxious and at the same time, I didn't want him to keep all of this inside. I wanted to tell him that it meant nothing to me, that all he could feel was the dusts of an old love, the vestige of the story of two lovers who didn't work out... but I didn't know if it was the truth. I didn't know anything anymore.

I bent closer and pressed my lips against his. He let me and I deepened the kiss, letting my hand slide on his chest gently.

"I love you. Please, stay tonight." I begged him in a low tone.

"You hate when I leave in the morning." he whispered, his lips still against mine.

"I can make an exception."

It took him a few seconds to answer. I felt his fingers playing with mine and his lips brush against mine gently. I wanted him to agree, I needed him to agree.

"Okay."

#niall horan #niall horan smut #niall horan fluff #niall horan fanfic #niall horan fan fic #niall horan fanfiction #niall horan fan fiction #niall horan story #niall horan writing #my fanfics #yam #i changed my mind about one thing last minute lol #and im glad i did #i hope you guys like this chapter

[shhh-no-ones-home]

the wrong L word (*) vinny mauro x reader

+++++++++ Request from @ohnoooooooooo : "Aright so I was thinking of one where vin comes back home from tour and him and his so are all over each other and she accidentally slips out an I love you in her native language while they're fucking thinking he won't understand but he brings it up afterward and just ahh idk I love the idea sorry if it's very specific."

since this is reader insert I'm just going to put "i/l/y" and you can add what ever "I love you"/endearment statement you wish to use 🤗

(*) - hints at sex but doesnt go all the way, its talked about too

i am so sorry this took so long holy shit. school has kinda been keeping me busy plus my sister has been visiting a lot more so i didnt really have any alone/free time. i do hope you like it though and hopefully too it was worth the wait ^-^

Song: heavenly by pale waves

tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @svintsandghosts @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @theoneandonlykymberlee @joeybarber @ryansitkowskiswifey @thisplace-ishaunted +++++++++

"i missed you while you were gone."

i said slowly, curling into his side on the couch, taking his hand in mine as the tv played soft music. he kissed the top of my head.

"Aw, i missed you too baby."

I looked up at him and smiled, switching to lace our fingers together. He looked back down at me for a second before pecking me on the lips quickly. I half frowned.

"You've been gone for two months and that's all I get just a quick kiss?"

He laughed at my pouty attitude and kissed me again, for real this time.

"Is that better?"

He asked, I raised a brow and thought for a second, running my thumb gently over his hand.

"I don't know, I think you can do better than that?"

He sat back and actually looked at me like 'really'?

"Is that so?"

I nodded.

"I believe in you."

I said, winking quickly at him. He smirked at me before slowly moving in, never breaking eye contact. Right before he met my lips I pulled away laughing.

"You goob."

I said pushing him away as he tried again, laughing as well. He took his hand out of mine and wrapped his arms around my torso, bringing me closer to him as he began tickling my sides.

"Vinny!"

I yelled as he assaulted my most ticklish spots.

"Are you gonna let me kiss you?"

He said in a playful voice, mocking me.

"Fine! Yes! I surrender!"

I said through short breaths and laughs. He quit and held me to him, leaning over me as I was almost fully on my back now. He pushed my hair out of my face and readjusted in his spot next to me on the couch. I looked deeply into his eyes as he dipped down and caught my lips in his. I hummed against him as I felt his tongue graze my bottom lip. it was pure bliss until he pulled away which made me sad. i really did miss him and i was reveling in this feeling.

"is that better?"

he asked lowly and i nodded.

"if thats all youre willing to give then yes, absolutely."

he raised a brow.

"oh so theres more?"

he asked, a playful smile appearing on his lips as his hand slid down to my hip. i poked his nose lightly.

"well i was hoping we could maybe have a little extra fun. you have been gone for a while after all and normally we're there by now."

he laughed a little bit.

"youre right, i sleep for two days and then you get me all to yourself but its been longer than two days already and we havent done any of the fun stuff we usually do."

he winked at me as i traced my hands lightly up and down his chest.

"all the fun stuff?"

i asked, making sure i knew what he was talking about, finding amusement in it. he nodded slowly, moving his hand to cup my ass.

"fun stuff like this."

he said lowly, leaning down and kissing my chest gently. i closed my eyes and leaned my head back as he moved slowly up to my neck.

"i think i could get behind that."

i half moaned out as his hand slid up my back, under my shirt. i felt him undo my bra as he began biting at my collar bone.

"you sure?"

he asked half amused as i nodded.

"i/l/y baby, now take my clothes off."

in a second my shirt was off and my bra was falling to the floor.

"gladly m'lady."

°°°°°°°°°

i breathed heavily as vinny snuggled into my chest, our sweaty bodies pressed together into the couch as the tv still played in the background. i was now very content and very sleepy.

"hey babe?"

vinny asked quietly, hugging me tighter to him and kissing my chest gently.

"yeah?"

i said, readjusting onto my back, eyes half closed as i looked to the ceiling.

"what did that phrase mean you said earlier?"

my eyes went wide, i didnt think he had caught it in the heat of the moment, and i was much more awake now.

"what phrase?"

i asked, hoping he wasnt talking about what he thought i was talking about.

"uh, i dont know exactly what it was, but you said it like right before we started. when you asked me to take your clothes off."

he laughed a little bit at the thought.

"like it sounded familiar but you kinda get that traveling all over the world."

i shook my head and ran my fingers gently through his hair.

"well if im being honest i was hoping you didnt catch it. it uh, it means i love you."

i looked down at him and he was smiling widely at me.

"you love me?"

he asked in disbelief. i nodded my head slowly, shrugging my shoulders.

"well yeah."

he leaned up and kissed me softly.

"i love you too."

he said when he pulled away. i smiled back at him.

"you do?"

he nodded quickly.

"of course i do. why would i not? youre amazing. "

i laughed a little bit.

"so are you baby."

he kissed my cheek before resting his head back on my chest and intertwining our fingers.

"im glad you said something, but im not gonna lie, i was gonna take you out this weekend to a nice dinner and finally tell you so thats kinda ruined."

i snorted, making him look up at me again.

"what?"

i sent him a look.

"we can definitely still go out this weekend. before sex isn't exactly romantic."

i laughed.

"we can do something nice and actually say it in like a cute way. like walking down the plaza streets hand in hand under the street lights."

he smiled at me before kissing me gently.

"i couldnt think of any better way to do it."

i sighed as he settled back into his spot against the back of the couch.

"itll be beautiful."

he readjusted his head against my chest.

"almost as beautiful as you."

i smiled to myself as i pet his hair lightly.

"thanks vin."

"goodnight y/n."

he said, yawning. i felt my eyes getting heavier again as he traced his finger over my stomach, mesmerizing me.

"goodnight baby."

#wattpad #x reader #request #vinny mauro #Vincenzo Mauro #vinchenzo mauro #miw #imagines #one shots #236

[spaceysp]

Saying random stuff to feed into the hyperfixations; pick one of these statements to rant about because I wanna read :)) if u want,

How skeppy must feel with everyone meeting up cause BaD JUST COME ON ,

Opinions on bad planning to take skeppy to dinner and all that jazz ,

Skeppys newest video on the skep channel where bad and skeppy are surprisingly sweet to eachother (and how lately in general bad has been less angee with him) ,

Literally the whole discount skeppy situation , bad being literally in love,

Ride with U,,,,,hetero,,,,explanation,,,, anywhere?

ANONNNNN I OWE YOU MY LIFE ILY 

im literally going to talk about all of these so im sorry but read more at your own risk

one: skeppy, i am so sorry a mf does this to you. but seriously, i can only think of a few reasons (that dont sound entirely made for fanfic) that bad keeps putting off meeting skeppy 

1. (the most unlikely) theyve already met and they keep the bit going so the fans dont find out. i can get that they wouldnt want to tell at first because its their own business, but i seriously doubt they would wait very long to confirm it, because ppl honestly can put a lot of pressure and hype on the meetup (esp with skeppy’s “surprise”) so i think theyd release something just so everyone knew that it finally happened! they didnt lie!

2. bad just doesnt want to meet skeppy (actually nvm this is the most unlikely) 

bad seems to be genuinely excited to meet skeppy, even claiming skeppys the one to keep putting it off, not him (which skeppy immediately disproved but) and saying over and over he wants to meet up with him, but always avoiding actually making plans (every single tweet about the meetup) so its clear he does want to meet skeppy eventually, which makes trying to figure out why he wont even harder

3. its not the right time/ waiting for a specific date

leading up to this, i was thinking that there was a pretty good chance theyd meet up on their anniversary, but that never happened rip. the issue is with this is that they guaranteed they would meet up before the end of the year, and at this point theres only one “event” left, but they still dont seem to have any plans to meet. if bad was waiting for the perfect time to do it, why not just tell skeppy to confirm a meetup date? it would get him (and maybe the fans, if they told them) off his back. another variant of this is that there is a set date, but they havent told the public, but again, skeppy seems to be just as much in the dark about this as everyone else

4. health issues 

bads apparently been feeling pretty under the weather lately, with his arm and kidney stones, its very plausible (and reccomended, imo) that bad doesnt want to travel when hes having these problems. of course, skeppy could visit, but he could either not want to spend their time together sick or the plans they have could also be too straining. i think this is probably one of the most likely atm, go see a doctor bbh im begging you

5. bads nervous

this is also one of the more plausible to me. for whatever reason, bads just anxious about it, whether it wont be the same as talking online, or be super awkward or whatever, he could just keep putting it off for that (its still weird and kinda doesnt make sense but in a more realistic way this time)

i know i totally went off track but this brings me to my point, skeppys kinda just waiting for bads confirmation at this point, so seeing his friends have fun meeting up is probably just lowkey depressing and i could see him using it as more the reason they should meet up. really the only thing he can do in this situation(at least, as far as i can tell) is what he has been doing, annoy bad about it or he take advantage of bads jealousy and meet up with someone else. the other option is to randomly come to his house, but it doesnt seem like skeppy is gonna do that, maybe to respect his boundaries? if he was planning on it i think he wouldve done it by now

OKAY NUMBER TWO LETS GO

this kinda ties into my point in the “reasons why bad wont meet skeppy” thing, that bad seems really excited to meet him yet still wont?? its clear he really values any time spent with skeppy, but he also make sure skeppys having a good time too! that why he never does any actual work with skeppy around (i.e. building statues or gathering materials for such), he knows its boring so instead theyll wander around the server telling stupid stories or punching each other off stairs for 20 minutes. im sure itll be the same irl, he mentioned wanting to meet somewhere like a nature reserve or amusement park, probably to make sure theres never a dull moment or time wasted. dinner seems much more low-key, and i wouldnt be surprised if bad just wanted to have an excuse to try and impress him with a nice totally-platonic date

NUMbeR tHree *airhorns* 

they really do be the best of friends! ive noticed that skeppys def been trying to halt arguments fairly quickly now, saying a lot to appease bad and move on, and while bad seems to like to start fights for fun, hes also been a lot more chill lately, im guessing because hes been oh-so desperately missing skeppy and big s was also in Baby mode (aka if bad disagreed with him hed probably just cry until he got his way((sand))) i think that vid just showed them being a lot more natural and happy to talk (plus bad usually is more argumentative when theyre competing, while in that vid they were either just hanging out or working towards a common goal) 

n u m b e r f o u r 

where to even BEGIN with discount skeppy. well, bad actually first came up this idea a few months ago, in either july or august on an idots smp stream when he crafted an ‘artificial skeppy’ in his snack shack that he could talk to whenever skeppy was gone. as we all know idots smp is now rip, but the idea of replacement skeppys remained, just this time they can talk and also ship skephalo. it actually seemed like more of puffys idea at first when she put on skeppys skin as a joke, which bad didnt like the first few times, but when she brought it up again he actually requested it (missing skeppy brainrot 🤔?) this could be either cuz bad wanted to bait some shippers so gave in or he thought it was a pretty funny bit so went along with it (or he actually missed skeppy that much.. surely not ??) either way i think we can agree puffy is not only a comedic genius but a top tier friend and slight wingman, and getting some good jealous skeppy content out of it is also top tier. in conclusion, love and appreciate discount skeppy, badboyhalo has only skeppy on his brain and his friends have to deal with that, hoes (skeppy) mad even though the whole bit is how much bbh is into him

NUMBER FIVE im really doing all of them

What, can be said, about ride with u. GODDAMN. im not tryna insinuate anything, but if someone told me that song reminded them of me i would have no choice but to marry them immediately. i really really want someone to ask bad what songs remind him of any of his other friends (dream, sapnap, george, ant, puffy, etc.) because there are three options

1. theyre just cool platonic friend songs and bad is just in love with skeppy

2. he cant think of any songs for them and bad is just In Love with skeppy

3. they have equal romantic undertones and bad is just Like That with his friends (even so i bet people would be picking out the most minute differences between the songs that make one more.. You Know than the other) 

i know FOR SURe that if i was in bads position (where even the person who made the lyric video assumed they were gay in love) i wouldve curled into a ball and never made another public appearance again, but he really owned that shit, singing it and making unprompted references to it (”i already have a bonnie” YOU AINT SLICK SIR WTF) 

i just wanna know if skeppys listened to it (i mean, hes surely at least heard of it, i know he wouldve seen it all over his timeline) and what he thonks about it. pls tell us big s do you also feel the love in this chilis tonight (ALSO when is someone gonna ask skeppy what song reminds him of bad. im waiting ((hed probably say something like a faster remix or something equally memey (((unless???)))

ANYWAY SORRY FOR MAKING YOU READ ALL OF THAT HOLY SHIT i dont wanna reread this to check for errors so it might be incoherent but again ty for letting me infodump about this it was super fun im in love with you anon

#tw caps

[madasthesea]

😬😬 i know that requests are closed but-I-my mom just died and I’ve been really down and in a pretty dark place and I just-I’ve always been able to get through things seeing Peter: my dad dying and watching him get past Ben my bully and watching him overcome flash i haven’t been able to force myself get out of bed or eat or shower because now I have no one and I was wondering if you could write a short of Peter refusing to get out of bed after may and Tony getting him? Maybe itll work for me

I am so sorry, anon. I hope this comforts you, at least a little bit. 

Peter’s eyelashes stick together when he wakes up. His eyes burnand itch and feel swollen, but he forces them open anyway, wondering if theworld looks as different as it feels now that May is dead.

He glances up at the ceiling, around at the walls. There’s alight coming from the corner, a warm glow disrupting the peaceful dark. Liftinghis head, Peter blinks at the strange sight of Tony Stark, sitting at a desk in at-shirt, a cup of coffee resting next to him. 

Peter swallows, his throat dry.

“Mr. Stark,” he rasps. 

Tony turns and gives Peter a searching look.

“Hey, kid.”

Peter frowns at him, propping himself up a little more. Everyinch of him aches. “What are you doing?”

Tony gestures to his tablet casually. “Working.”

Peterflops down onto his pillow, curling into a small ball. “Why are you doing that here?”

“Any reason I shouldn’t be here?” Tony asks with a raisedeyebrow, taking a sip of his coffee. 

And Peter can’t really sayno, because it’s Tony’s house and Peter’s already imposing and they’re not closeenough for Peter to be honest and tell Tony that he really, really, really justwants to be alone right now. He feels like he can’t breathe with Tony lookingat him.

He shrugs, rolls over. Tonystands and Peter hopes he’s going to leave, but instead he just gets a cup of waterfrom the adjacent bathroom and sets it on Peter’s bedside table. Then he goesand sits back down at the desk.

Peter falls asleep again anddreams of May.

He can still smell herperfume when he wakes up, still feel her arms around him in the last hug theyshared.

Tears burn behind his eyesbut he can’t cry in front of Tony. Not again. He tries to breathe through it,clenches his teeth tight enough to hurt. Tears are beginning to drip from histightly shut eyes and his breath stutters.

Tony stands and Peter claps ahand over his mouth, just in case. He doesn’t want to be comforted. He doesn’twant awkward words of condolence or pity. He wants to be alone. He wants to cryuntil he falls asleep again.

But Tony doesn’t come to himor say anything. He leaves.

The second the door closes, sobsrip from his throat, shaking his whole frame. Tears spill hot and fast from hiseyes.

He’s finally alone and he stillcan’t breathe. He’s forgotten how.

He’s grateful Tony let himfall apart. He wants him to stay away. He wants him to come back. He doesn’tknow what he wants other than May May MayMayMay.

Once he’s cried all the tearshe had left, and chugs down the water going stale at his bedside, the dooropens. It’s too well timed to be an accident and Peter huffs the shadow of alaugh, wiping his nose on the back of his hand.

Tony sits on the bed, andproffers a plate of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Peter would argue thathe isn’t hungry, but he knows it’s pointless.

After he eats, Tony sits atthe desk again. Peter lays down. It’s silent.

At ten o’clock, Tony stands,gathers his things.

“Goodnight, Peter. I’m twodoors down if you need me,” he says.

He closes the door when heleaves. The room is dark. The emptiness is strange after a full day of hearingTony’s breaths and heartbeat.

Peter buries his face in hispillow. If he concentrates, he can hear Tony’s heartbeat very faintly throughthe wall.

Tears slowly slipping downhis cheeks, Peter listens. He sleeps.

 Tony’s there again the nextmorning. Peter blinks at him again. He lays in silence.

“Morning,” Tony greets.

“Hi,” Peter whispers. Tonyturns in his chair and surveys him. Then he stands and once again disappearsinto the bathroom.

The shower turns on. Peterfurrows his eyebrows.

Tony comes back with anotherglass of water.

“Drink,” he orders quietly. Peterdrinks. “I’ve got a shower running for you.”

Peter thinks about standingup that long, about the walk there and back. It sounds exhausting. But theshower’s already running, so he stands.

When he comes out, hair damp andcurling, the sheets on his bed have been changed. There’s a glass of juice andplate of toast on his bedside table. Tony is sitting at his desk.

Peter wonders if Tony’sdecided his mourning period is over. He’s had a day, time to get back to it.But after he eats—sitting up in bed regardless of crumbs—he lays back down andTony doesn’t stop him.

There’s quiet for a longtime. Peter doesn’t sleep again. He thinks instead, and wishes he was asleep sohe didn’t have to face his own thoughts.

“Should I be helping with thefuneral?” he says before realizing he’s going to speak. He hears the chair turnso Tony’s looking at him again.

“Do you want to?”

Peter thinks about that for along time, but Tony never goes back to his work. He just waits for an answer.

“Her favorite flowers weredaisies,” Peter finally says. It’s the only part of it he cares about.

“Alright.”

 At noon, Tony leaves again,comes back with two servings of pasta.

Instead of sitting on Peter’sbed again, Tony goes to the corner of Peter’s room that has a couch and a TV,sitting down on one end.

“Come on, Pete,” Tony callswhen Peter continues to just watch him.

Peter chews his lip. He doesn’twant to leave his bed. But it’s only a few feet, really. He can do that.

He sits next to Tony on thecouch. Tony smirks into his bowl like he’s won some competition and Peter rollshis eyes before digging into his own serving.

He goes back to his bed,after, and curls up again. He digs out his phone at one point in the afternoon,plays a dumb game on it. Tony, at the desk, is doing the same.

Tony leaves at night, closingthe door behind him. Peter remembers how May once tried to tuck him in only tohit her head on the bunk bed above him and ended up swearing so loudly she woketheir neighbor’s baby up. He laughs, silently to himself, tears wetting thehair at his temples.

He can still hear Tony’sheartbeat.

 Tony’s there when he wakesup.

He asks Peter what he wantsfor breakfast, and when Peter just shrugs, Tony says, “Well, come take a lookat your options.”

Peter raises an eyebrow. Tonyraises one back. Peter knows what he’s doing and Tony knows Peter knows what he’sdoing. Eventually, Peter just huffs and stands, pushing back the blankets.

His legs feel shaky from noteating enough the last couple days.

He eats an omelet at thekitchen island, then wanders around and looks out the windows for a few minutesbefore returning to his room, laying down in his bed.

Tony meanders in, trying toseem casual and failing. He takes up his position at Peter’s desk.

 That afternoon, when Peter startscrying, Tony doesn’t leave. He sits at the end of Peter’s bed, his hand on hisfoot. Then he goes back to his desk and turns on some music, so quiet Peter canbarely hear it over his breathing.

When Tony leaves that night,he stops at Peter’s bed and adjusts the blanket.

“I’m right down the hall ifyou need me,” he says, just like he has every night.

 Tony isn’t there when hewakes up.

Peter sits up, stares at theempty desk chair. He waits a moment, thinking Tony will come in and make himshower again or force a glass of water on him.

He doesn’t.

Finally, Peter stands. Heopens his bedroom door and walks out, peering down the hall in confusion. He reachesthe kitchen and stops.

Tony’s there, sipping coffeeout of a mug. When he sees Peter, he beams.

“There you are,” he says, asif he’s been waiting for a long time. As if he’s been waiting for days.

Throat suddenly tight, Peter swallows.“Here I am,” he agrees.

Tony’s smile softens. “Frenchtoast or pancakes?”

“You do the eggs,” Peterinstructs, smiling as he brushes away tears. “I’ll do the pancakes. You alwaysburn them.” 

#I don't know if this is actually comforting in anyway #it made me cry though so there's that #my writing #fic #Irondad and Spiderson #Tony Stark #Peter Parker #MCU #brotp: speaking of loyalty #undecided if this is WYWT or not #Anonymous

[dvp95]

quiet on widow’s peak (3)

pairing: dan howell/phil lester, pj liguori/sophie newton/chris kendall rating: teen & up tags: paranormal investigator, youtuber phil lester, dan howell is not a youtuber, online friendship, slow burn, strangers to lovers, nonbinary character, trans character, background poly, phil does some buzzfeed unsolved shit and dan is a fan word count: 3.1k (this chapter), 9.5k (total) summary: Phil’s got a list of paranormal experiences a mile long that he likes to share with the world. Abandoned buildings, cemeteries, and ghost stories have always called his name, and a particular fan of his has a really, really good ghost story.

read this chapter on ao3 or here!

Interviews used to be Phil's least favourite part of this job. The research was always captivating, the filming was always fun, the editing was always challenging, but talking? To people? About things? Absolutely not.

He still doesn't love doing it, but he's long past the point of begging Martyn or Ian to pretend to be him on the phone.

The curtains in Phil's room are open for once, letting natural light in so he doesn't look as dark on the Skype screen. His eyes keep drifting to himself, distracting him as he tries to fix his hair or laments not getting out of his pyjamas. This is his fourth interview of the day, and he's starting to hate the process with a renewed fervour.

"Okay, thank you," he says, clicking out of the screen record window. "Can I message you here if I have any further questions, or would you prefer this to be your final statement?"

"Oh, um," the girl says, her eyes round with some kind of emotion that Phil can't be bothered to parse. "No, no, that's... that's all I saw. I don't have anything else. But you can still... message me, if you like."

Ah. Phil makes a face that he hopes reads as apologetic and not panicked. "No, I - sorry. Gay. Just interested in your ghost."

"Oh!" she says again, looking more puzzled than Phil thinks she has any right to after a forty minute conversation where he mostly just asked her clarifying questions that she kept dodging. She tucks some of her long hair behind her ear and shakes her head. "Sorry, that's just - you haven't said that online."

Phil isn't very good at knowing when people are lying to him, but now he's definitely suspicious of the half-assed testimony he'd gotten from this girl. He sighs. "Okay, you know who I am, then?"

"I mean, I looked you up when you messaged me about a video and all," she says. "Wanted to know if you were a creep or, like, legit."

Okay, that's fair enough. Phil supposes that if he were a girl in uni and a stranger asked to video chat, he'd also do a little digging first. He still doesn't quite believe her story, though - most of it matches what she'd written on Facebook, word for word, and she didn't go into detail on anything she claimed happened.

"Right, of course," says Phil, feeling awkward and exposed.

Her eyes are wide and blue and she can see into his room, into his life, and she's giving him this look like she thinks she knows something about him. He hates this feeling.

"That a secret, then?" she asks.

"No," Phil says. "It's just not relevant to my job. I don't have a lot of ghouls asking me out."

She doesn't laugh. Phil is getting more and more uncomfortable by the second, and he's wondering if it's worth it to hang up on a potential lead - no matter how dubious her claims - when she says, "Well, alright. I won't tell anyone anyway."

"Thanks," Phil says automatically. He doesn't particularly care if she does or not, but he does want this call to end as soon as possible. "And thanks for your time. Message me if you think of anything else you forgot to mention about the Wilkins place or if you know of someone who's seen something."

Before she can even respond, Phil hits end on the call and groans, resting his forehead on his thumbs for a moment.

Unsurprisingly, this is giving him a migraine. It doesn't take much to make the twinge of a headache turn to insistent throbbing, because Phil's body hates him and overreacts to everything.

Phil takes a couple of deep breaths before he comes out of hiding. He attaches the final screen recording to the email he's already got open and ready to send to Martyn. After a moment's thought, he CCs PJ and Sophie in and adds, Nobody sounds credible except the second person to me, so... it's not looking good lol, before hitting send.

He takes off his glasses and rubs at his eyes for a moment. Interviews are still draining for him, especially when they don't go as planned, and Phil's starting to get the impression that there's nothing to even find at the Wilkins place.

But. Phil pauses, considers his options. He hasn't interviewed everyone, has he.

Before he can talk himself out of it, Phil shoves his glasses unceremoniously back onto his face and opens Tumblr. Winnie hasn't said anything to him so far today, so Phil feels only a little like he's bothering them when he shoots off a quick, Hey! I just finished interviewing the sources you gave me and most of them aren't very promising. Would you consider letting me ask you some questions to round out the video?

me?????, Winnie replies almost immediately. i didnt even see anything?? like im happy to answer questions but idk how much use ill b in an INTERVIEW

I know! And you don't have to lmao so don't feel pressured or anything but you know so much more about the place than they do. Everyone claimed that they didn't know other people were having paranormal experiences.

oh bullshit, Winnie says. Phil is surprised into a huff of laughter.

There's a part of Phil, fuelled by anxiety and uncertainty, that worries Winnie is just pulling an elaborate joke on him. That part of him feels a little more at ease every time he actually talks to Winnie. They just seem... genuine. And maybe Martyn would disagree, would blame Phil's desperation to see the best in people, but there's a reason Phil doesn't tell Martyn everything.

Before Phil can agree with Winnie's colourful derision, his laptop beeps again. i look like an ogre rn but i can voice chat if you rly think itll help

It would!!, Phil assures them. The tender spot behind his eyes twinges again, serving as a reminder. Can I call in like an hour? I've got a headache from the screen lol

sure i really have nothing else going on today

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So it's later in the day, late afternoon light still streaking through Phil's window, when Phil sits back down at his computer and adds the Skype username Winnie gave him. His head still hurts a bit, but it isn't all-consuming now that he's had another coffee and some painkillers. The padded headphones feel good to put over his ears, blocking out most of the typical noises from such a full house and a busy street, and Phil just sits in the blissful quiet for a moment before he sends a voice call request.

It gets picked up almost immediately, and Phil presses a smile into his palm before he says, "Hi! Can you hear me alright?"

There's a beat. Phil waits, in case Skype is lagging as usual, but he's opening his mouth to repeat himself by the time he gets a response.

"Yeah," says Winnie. "I can hear you."

Phil isn't really proud of himself for being surprised by Winnie's voice. It's just. He knows his viewer demographics, okay, and he has a rough grasp on Tumblr demographics, and the name - alright. It isn't his proudest moment, is his point, because he's expecting a much higher pitch for absolutely no good reason.

In addition to that, his brain automatically tries to classify Winnie's voice as very obviously masculine, and Phil has to push back against that.

"I can hear you, too," Phil says cheerfully, not allowing his anxieties to spill over into the conversation.

"That's good, probably," Winnie says. There's another beat of silence, and then a huff that might be laughter or a sigh comes through Phil's headphones. "Sorry, I - I'm not trying to be fucking weird, this is just surreal."

"Is it?" Phil hums. "But I haven't even asked you about ghosts yet."

A snort - definitely laughter, this time - follows, and Phil is so glad that he's able to put Winnie at ease even if his brain is betraying him. "That's true. I guess it's gotta get weirder from here."

"That's kind of, like, the subtitle of my whole channel," says Phil. After a moment, he frowns. "Subtitle? No. What's the thing, on the poster -"

"Tagline," says Winnie. They sound so amused and warm and, okay, they've got a nice voice. That's not gendered. Phil can think that. "You're thinking of a tagline, you buffoon."

"Tagline," Phil echoes gratefully.

"Don't you," Winnie starts, then stops abruptly. They don't finish the sentence, but Phil can kind of guess what they were going to say. There's the sound of some rustling, like Winnie is getting comfortable, before they change tacks. "Again, I didn't see any of this alleged ghostly activity with my own eyes, but I know the hot goss."

Phil opens the recording program out of habit, nodding even though Winnie can't see him. "That's still really useful at this point," he says encouragingly. He clicks a couple of buttons. "And, yes, I do have an English degree. Thank you for not asking."

Winnie laughs, the sound of it filling Phil's headphones and making it feel like they're in the room with him. It's warm, like everything else about their voice, and absolutely contagious.

"I didn't want you to think I was, like, a big stalker," Winnie says, and Phil can hear the grin in their voice.

"Eh, I know you watch my videos," says Phil. "So I figure you know some stuff about me. You probably know that I'm going to ask this, too, but - is it okay if I record our conversation? I don't need to include it in the video if you don't want me to, but it's still useful for me if I don't so I can, like, actually remember the things you told me."

"Yeah, sure," Winnie agrees easily. They hesitate, for a moment, and Phil waits for whatever the caveat will be. "Uh, can I still swear?"

The question surprises Phil into laughing. "Yeah, you're fine. I can bleep them out."

"Then I am all for it. Ask me the ghost questions, ghost man."

Phil presses record and glances down at his notebook, where he's scrawled some disjointed questions alongside his usual doodling. "Uh, okay. Yes. I am totally a professional."

"If you say so, mate," says Winnie.

"Hush. Okay." Phil finally gets his brain back on track and taps his pen against a question near the end of his list. "So, Winnie, you did all this research into the Wilkins place on your own downtime, but you mentioned that you've been hearing murmurs about it for a while, right?"

"Not that long, actually, I've only been hearing about it since term started," Winnie says, and Phil is struck by how comfortable they suddenly are now that there's a guideline. Or, maybe, now that there's a non-Phil audience. "Which I thought was pretty weird, since I'd been there a couple times since I moved here, and it's a spooky fucking place but nothing to write home about."

That's more or less exactly how Phil feels about the situation, except that he doesn't remember the Wilkins place to be scary at all. Maybe it's gotten worse in the years since, or maybe he's just got a higher threshold for empty, decrepit homes than Winnie does. Either way, he's not sure if he should be relieved or suspicious that their thoughts on it mirror his own so well. He starts a spiral in the corner of his page as he considers the answer.

"So, you never got the impression that it was haunted before?"

"I - can I be perfectly honest?" Winnie asks, and then doesn't wait for a response. "I don't get the impression that it's haunted now. I dunno if people are just making shit up or if they're doing too many drugs, but we all know that ghosts don't actually exist."

Phil snorts. He does have a fairly large number of skeptics who watch his videos to argue in the comments about logical explanations for his findings or to just enjoy watching him fail so much, but he hadn't really expected that from someone who sent him a sourced essay on the topic of ghosts.

He's recording right now, so he's not about to give away the fact that, yeah, he kind of does agree with Winnie on this one. Instead, he keeps his tone neutral and says, "You don't believe in ghosts."

"I don't believe in most things that can't be explained by science," Winnie says, so matter-of-fact that Phil has to smile.

"I don't really believe in science," Phil says, mild.

A beat. "Excuse me?"

"I said I don't believe in science," Phil repeats, doubling down on the joke so he can hear that incredulous pitch of Winnie's nice voice again. "I mean, isn't it all just as made-up as anything else? People just tell us stuff exists and we have to believe them?"

"We believe them," Winnie says slowly, "because it's a fact."

"How do I know that?" Phil asks. He knows how off track he's already gotten, and he decides to cut this part out before he sends the file to Martyn or his friends.

"Because you can. See it. With your eyes." The genuine bewilderment in Winnie's voice is very funny. "Like. What the fuck, Phil. If someone drops an apple and it hits the ground and they're like, 'oh that's gravity', how are you supposed to say, 'uh, no it ain't'?"

Phil leans back in his chair a bit, his spiral turning into an apple. "Because, what if that's just what the apple wanted to do? It's not like we know any of this for sure, Winnie."

"You're fucking with me," Winnie says, but they don't sound very certain.

"I am," Phil admits happily. "Do you remember the first incident that kicked off the Wilkins place rumours?"

"You," Winnie says, and then cackles. They lean away from their mic as they do, but the sound of it still makes Phil feel some secondhand giddiness. He wonders if their laugh has a volume limit, or if it's just going to keep getting louder the funnier Phil is. He is so tempted to put that to the test. "Fuck. You little fucker."

Phil hides his own giggle in the palm of his hand and clears his throat, trying to get back into the professional mindset he'd forced himself to be in for the four earlier interviews.

"Do you need me to repeat the question?" Phil asks. He can't resist teasing, just a bit.

"No, fuck off," Winnie chuckles. They take a deep breath and let it out on a hum, low and thoughtful. "So, there was this shindig during fresher's, which I obviously didn't go to because I'm not a fresher and I'm too old to go to shindigs, but people were talking about how the house was making weird noises. A girl I know - I linked you to her Reddit post - said she saw someone just standing outside the window watching them, but, like, is that really a supernatural occurrence in Rusholme?"

"It's not. And she hit on me as well, so I'm not sure her judgement is trustworthy."

"Sounds like her. Sorry. Anyway, nobody really thought 'ghosts' as much as they thought 'rats in the walls and a pervert on the street', but then - this one didn't get spoken about online. I don't even know how valid it is."

"Word of mouth is how most ghost stories get passed," says Phil. "I'm not going to hold you to citations on rumours."

Winnie huffs a laugh. It's soft, quiet, and Phil almost wishes he could say something ridiculous to make them cackle again. Unfortunately, he has a job to do.

"Fair enough. Well, some idiots spent the night there to see if anything weird would happen," Winnie says, and Phil feels a bit attacked, "and three separate dudes had sleep paralysis."

Phil hums and jots some messy notes down. "In the same night?"

"At the same time," Winnie corrects him. "The other idiots were trying to wake them up for a long time, apparently. They're convinced that the guys who fell asleep were just pulling a prank on them, and maybe they were, but that's when the ball really got rolling."

Out of everything Phil has heard today, this is the most compelling story so far. Maybe that's a good indicator of the Manchester students being full of it - maybe there truly is nothing to find in the Wilkins place - but it piques Phil's interest anyway.

"For someone who only believes in cold, hard science, you're good at telling ghost stories," Phil says.

"Thanks," Winnie says, sounding pleased with themselves. "Learned from the best."

Phil is suddenly very, very glad that this isn't a video call, because he can't stop himself from smiling like an idiot. "Oh, is that what they're calling me?"

Another cackle. Phil doesn't remember the last time he made someone laugh so much without tripping over his own clown feet.

"I never said I was talking about you."

"Uh huh."

"Oh, shut up," says Winnie, and Phil can still hear the laughter in their voice. "Don't you have a bunch of questions to ask or something?"

Phil does. He has a whole list of questions that he should be following. He chews on his pen and looks at the doodle-covered list of things he's meant to ask Winnie. His head still hurts - maybe the extra caffeine didn't help after all - and all he really wants to do is take a nap.

"Yeah," Phil says, reluctant. "I've just got, like, a migraine. Can I call you back another time? This was a really great start."

"Oh, yeah, sure," says Winnie. They've dropped their voice down to something soft, like they're worried that they'll make Phil's headache worse.

"I'm actually going up to check the place out this weekend." Phil isn't sure what makes him say that. He meets up with sources in person, sometimes, but usually only if they've seen something with their own eyes. He just feels comfortable talking to Winnie, far more than he'd felt talking to the other students he'd interviewed today.

Phil doesn't actually extend the invitation, and Winnie either doesn't pick up the hint or doesn't care to.

"That'll be good," they say, still soft. "Get some rest, Phil, you can call me back when your brain stops trying to drill a hole through your temple."

After Phil says goodbye and hangs up, he sits at his desk for a long moment. It feels too quiet, all of a sudden, his padded headphones blocking out all the ambient noise around him. It's good for his head, but Phil is still weirdly disappointed.

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[batfam-imagines]

I literally love your batfam writing so much, can I request something? Can batsis (biological daughter of Bruce) be adapted after her mum dies and she's obsessed with makeup and loves it so all the boys think she's shallow and conceited? But she's not? Thank you so much

Makeup

Tim flops on the couch beside his eldest brother, “Did yousee her room? She’s got a one of those makeup mirror things. The one with thelights in the mirror and all the drawers. When I walked by, she was filling thewhole thing up with makeup”

“Are you serious? Who needs that much makeup?”

“I don’t think Steph, Cass, and Babs have that much makeupcombined. I mean I know her mom was a model and all, but she must be stupid shallowand obsessed with her looks”

There’s a soft creak as the door open and both boys glanceup to see the newest member of the Wayne household standing awkwardly in thedoorway. “Hi, Alfred said that you two were in here … he said that you guys wouldn’tmind giving me a bit of a tour. I only know where my room and the kitchen is …”

Dick lets out a put-upon sigh and heaves himself off thecouch, “Yeah, come on, I’ll show you around.”

Y/N glances up at him when they’re passing one of the hugebay windows, “You know, you have beautiful cheekbones, they’d be perfect be forsome highlight. And Tim has some beautiful eyelashes, I have to use falsies ormascara to that kind of length. You know I have -”

“Not everyone needs makeup to feel good about themselves,Y/N”

She freezes for a few seconds before catching up to him, “Iknow. I don’t use makeup because I don’t feel good about myself. I use it becauseit makes me confident, it’s like a mask that helps me take on the world. Ienjoy makeup, I don’t need it, Dick.” Her eyes lock with his, “This familyshould know all about mask, right?”

Dick almost chokes out a disbelieving laugh, that’s definitelysomething he’ll need to bring up to Bruce but for now he’ll ignore it. “So, youhave all that different makeup, and spend all that money just because you likeit?”

“I actually get a lot of my makeup for free. I have a YouTubechannel where I teach people how to put on makeup, so different makeupcompanies will sometimes send me their new pallets or supplies for me to testout and review. Mom taught me to be confident in who I am, to love myself andothers based on who they are as a person. I try to help my followers becomeconfident in themselves while I’m teaching them how to do makeup” The older manjust continues to stare at her, “Maybe you shouldn’t judge people on their outwardappearance and try to get to know them first”

Y/N quickly walks the rest of the way down the hall andstraight into her room while Dick slowly makes his way back toward the livingroom where Tim is still sitting. “So how was it? Was she completely airheaded,or could she actually hold a conversation?”

“She actually seems pretty smart, like she had a reason forhaving so much makeup. I guess she uses it all for her YouTube channel, and tohelp other people gain confidence in themselves”

Tim quickly sits up, “Do you know what her YouTube name is?I want to look her up”

“I don’t know, just search her name, it’ll be her mom’s lastname”

Tim types for a minute, “I found her … holy shit, she hasover 8 million followers”

“You’re kidding me. She was telling the truth? Play one ofher videos”

The two boys play a random video from two months ago. Y/Ntalks about how it doesn’t matter how much makeup someone layers on their faceif they’re ugly on the inside it’ll show. She talks about just being confidentin everything you do and in believing in yourself. The boys end up watchingvideo after video. Watching as she does casual day makeup, or night out makeup.How sometimes her mom or friends will appear in the videos and she’ll do theirmakeup as well as her own and the guest will share their own words of wisdom.The last video the two end up watching is the most recent one Y/N had posted,dated for only a few days after her mother had passed away. It isn’t a makeupvideo at all, it talks about loss and figuring out how live life after losingsomeone so important. Y/N talks about Bruce, how her father who she’s never metintends to take her in and adopt her. Finally, it wraps up by saying that shedoesn’t know when she’ll be able to post again, or even if she’ll be able to answeranyone messages.

“Did we completely misjudge her and act like total assholesto a girl who just lost her only parent up until recently? We’ve both lost ourparents and we were total assholes to her just because we assumed she wasshallow and conceited, when really she just likes makeup and uses it to expressherself”

Dick groans, letting his head fall into his hands, “How dowe make this up to her?”

“Maybe we should follow her advice and actually get to knowher. I think … I think we should treat her like a member of the family insteadof like an outsider. We need to talk to Jason and Damian, you know they’ll cometo the same conclusion we did and yeah, Damian’s gotten a little better overthe years, but he still doesn’t have much a filter.”

“You’re right. I have a great idea. We should have a siblingmovie night, then we call all get to know her at the same time and she can getto know us. She won’t feel so alone here afterwards”

“Perfect! Just us tonight, and maybe next week we can getall the girls over here too?” Dick quickly nods his agreement, “I’m going totell Alfred and see if he can whip up some snacks for us. Can you call Jasonand get Damian?”

“Yeah, I got them. I really hope this works. We might havejust ruined our relationship with Y/N because we judged her over her makeup andnot her personality. We should know better, god we’re so stupid” Dick lets outa soft sigh and pulls out his phone, “Let’s just hope she can forgive us”

A voice clears behind them. Both vigilantes whip around,their eyes wide, having not even heard the door open, “You know, I’d forgiveyou a lot quicker if you’d apologize, that’s typically how these things works”

“Y/N, you scared the crap out of me!” Dick lets out a shakybreath, “I’m sorry … We’re sorry for judging you without getting to know you.We’ve known a lot of models and just kinda assumed that you were like all of them.I didn’t mean to judge you, or insult you”

“I understand. I’m a stranger coming into your guys house.You don’t know me, you guys didn’t even know I existed until recently, so ofcourse you’d assume things about me. That doesn’t make it right though, howeverI’m going to forgive you this time. I want to get to know my new brothers, solet’s put this behind us, okay?”

Tim grins, “Thank you. So we were gonna have a movie nighttonight, the four of us guys and you if you want. A way for all of us to get toknow you and for you to get to know us … if you want”

Y/N grins, “I’d love to, that sounds like fun … but we NEEDto have some kettle corn for the movie and some cookies”

Both guys snort, “I thought you were all into the healthy lifestyleand being the best you can be? That’s what your videos said”

“That’s what some of them said, but then I also say that it’sokay to indulge as long as you do it in moderation. So, I’ll be going to the gymtomorrow, but tonight we can watch movies and eat what we want”

“Sounds like a plan, I’ll call Jay and go talk to Damian”

“I’ll go ask Alfred if he can make cookies, you haven’t hadthe chance to try Alfie’s cookies yet, Y/N. They’re amazing!”

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