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nari-nim · 3 years

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hongjoong as your boyfriend

nari note: ah yes, my bias wrecker :’) got requests for mingi and jongho, so they’re coming soon...but who else after them for this series? gif creds go to @hongjooong

Listen, his time is so precious so when he’s spending it with you? You’re precious. He doesn’t bother wasting his time with people who do not add value to his life, so when he’s paying extra attention to you and offering to buy you coffee on the way to work? Someone likes youuuu ;)

Likes to be friends first before dating

You definitely catch him staring at you a lot

He just thinks you’re so beautiful doing the most mundane tasks :((

Will make sure the relationship will work out before asking you out

Or ask him out and he’ll move mountains to make it work

Oh god he takes intimacy and closeness so seriously, so he will be careful about skinship when y’all first date

But he loves the feeling of you in his arms

Or when you back hug him at work

Speaking of work, absolutely the type to produce and sing love songs for you

Like a whole fucking album

But he won’t publish all of the songs for the public, some are simply just for your ears

Not in the way where all the lyrics are all R-rated, although he will make some of those songs for sure

But like very much likes to pour his heart out into the lyrics and beats, so those songs especially are just for you

He’s so loyal. Will work anything and everything out.

Love language is quality time (receiving) and acts of service (giving). This combination leads to a lot of romantic and sensual nights in! Think: making dinner together, eating candle lit dinner, warm baths, stuff that leads to more (expanded on later ;)), all those good cliches.

If it’s in the daytime, scenic drives while blasting music, taking photos on film cameras, chilling by the ocean, all of this fits so well with Hongjoong.

Date where he teaches you how to reform clothes and you end up creating a matching set together. Couple outfit. Couple goals.

Also nap dates!!

Cuddle him while he gets this well deserved and much needed rest!

Remembers literally everything you tell him

Very attentive listener, most likely won’t accidentally fall asleep

This means he gives really thoughtful and sentimental gifts, remembers all the important dates, and absolutely will remember that random person in college that hit on you from one singular conversation about them

all or nothing. Just super devoted and loyal.

Will want to help you learn, grow, and pursue your goals. Not exactly a hype man, but will help you slowly and steadily in the background

For example, uses his connections to help point you to the right direction for this risky career choice but won’t take credit for it unless you press him about it

Hmm.. the type to mentally fixate on a problem or try to solve it on his own because he just wants to see you happy, so make sure you try to coax whatever might bother him out so y’all can face the issues together!

But, he’s extremely good at communicating and conflict resolution

After the first few months, arguments are super rare because y’all worked out the biggest issues by then

And if anything comes up, he is so good at actively listening to you, finding compromises, and voicing his needs in a super understanding way

Ugh someone cuff this mans

Speaking of communication, he’s the type to only talk about his deepest worries or insecurities with the closest loved ones in his life so get ready to see a whole new side of him when dating

Will be so vulnerable and open with you so treat him gently and with kindness!

Deep conversations until the late am

A great ear when it comes to listening to you

Always has great, heartfelt advice

He’s someone you can always lean on! He has your back, always

But also make sure to be there for him because we all know he goes through so much and the strongest people need the strongest support

He’s okay with PDA, but not too much in front of people in KQ

Sticks to hand holding and little else

But he is such a cuddle bug in private! He actually lay on top of you or trap you on his lap, not letting you leave unless it’s an emergency

His hugs feel so safe

When y’all cuddle, you always feel so secure, warm, and loved

Dating him is the equivalent of understanding what a deep sense of belonging feels like

Haha y’all should dare each other to try spicy foods

Because if you like spice/take it well, watch him look at you in amazement and slight horror

And then proceed to sneak the spicy foods in his dish onto your plate whenever y’all eat out together

Even better, you eat the spicy looking food first as his personal taste tester and after a solemn nod, you just quietly take it off his plate for him/move the dish closer to you. You are his superhero.

Or if you can’t take it well like him, at least you both have fun chugging milk together

A true bonding experience either way

NSFW after this

Switch but with an extremely heavy dom lean

Eager to please. More than anything, likes to make sure you’re both pleasuring each other.

Loves to hear details of your sexual experience and what you like in bed. Simply as a way of getting to know you more. So y’all could literally be talking about choking on his dick casually over lunch. Seonghwa almost spat his drink out while passing by

He is consent king wbk

When y’all first started dating, there were times he forced you to stop kissing him just so he could pressed his forehead against yours and take some ragged breaths, hands gripping at your shoulders tightly, as he pulled himself together and tried to calm down

Because intense makeout sessions really turn him on

But once you experimentally rock your hips against his, watch his eyes shoot open and look at you with bated anticipation

The first time y’all get down and dirty he’s literally checking in with you before he does anything

Which is so cute, but you’re literally like “just fuck me” at one point

Once he knows your limits though, likes testing them little by little, but always checking in to see how you are doing

Definitely has hard dom potential, especially after both of you get super comfortable

But he still checks in, whether it be gruffly demand your color or pausing to look at you with a questioning look. Just depends on how fucked out you are.

Always coming up with ways to maximize your pleasure, will give everything you suggest a shot

He appreciates visuals. Likes seeing you in his clothes or in lingerie he bought you

Really into orgasm control

He loves loves loves hearing you whine for him

But also

He’s into breath he’s into breath play he’s into breath play he’s into breath play

Hm shamelessly bringing in astrology: so his scorpio ass can actually be quite freaky. But more than anything, he’s very intense during sex.

But would fuck you as stress relief after a long day

That… that gets really intense

You’ve used your safe word against him a few times before on those particular days

Also y’all have needy, desperate sex a lot

Because he’s so busy and you have your own life so when you get to have your time together, it can be a little animalistic the first few rounds

Then it transitions to like love making…very sweet, slow, and sensual :)

OH he is so romantic on anniversaries! He absolutely loves making it special and will spend the night making you shake from pleasure

But on other days where he’s tired as fuck, this is your chance to take care of him! Not necessarily doming him, but being a service top and cuddling him so well afterwards? He honestly loves it so much more than he lets on

Honestly though, I do see him as someone who will let you dom him if you are both feeling it

Not always, but again, he wants to maximize your pleasure

One time he let you top and you started licking his nipples #hongtiddies and it felt so good for him, you can tell from the way he starts squirming, rutting his hips up at you, and whimpering for you

Got shy before he hit subspace and you used it to mock him a little

Peg him. He'll take it. Like a mess.

Cums so hard

Was so red after

Pillow talk hits so different

Y’all are both bathing in that post-sex glow, faces inches apart, him kissing your knuckles tenderly, looking deep into your eyes while you both talk about your future, dreams, and aspirations

Whispers his “I love you”s at this time with such sincerity

You can just see the love in his eyes and gentle smile

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animeomegas · 3 years

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Omega!Saiki Kusuo x Alpha!Reader

Anon: Hiiii, I was delighted that you included Saiki K. on your list.Now yes, can I order a Saiki Kusuo x alpha reader, please? I have nothing in mind for now, just a few soft headcannons would be fine,please.

Anon: omega saiki kusuo x alpha male reader ?🥺👉👈

Anon: omega kusuo with alpha male reader? sfw and nsfw headcanons pls!!

(Heyyyy! Saiki K is so popular today and this is my favourite anime so I think you three have excellent taste. I re watched some episodes yesterday and remembered why I love him so much. I try my hardest to write gender neutral alpha reader so that it can be reader either way. N-SFW under cut. Enjoy~)

Warnings:

Saiki is a very sweet omega but this isn’t obvious unless you’re close to him and you make an effort to notice his actions.

He expresses his affection in actions rather than in words and this is the most obvious when he’s in a relationship with an alpha.

His love language is acts of service.

He will help you with work, clean for you, stoically mother hen you when you’re sick etc.

And all he asks for in return is for you to take bugs outside for him.

Saiki doesn’t really like PDA in front of people he knows: his friends and parents are too nosy for him.

But if you’re out together in public, he’s happy to hold hands or have you rest your head on his shoulder.

Stay at home dates are Saiki’s favourite though. Watching old terrible films or playing video games, a blanket over both your laps is Saiki’s idea of an amazing date. A perfect date is much the same but ends with coffee jelly.

Saiki really likes the smell of both your scents mingling together but he’s too much of a tsundere to admit that and ask you to scent anything, which is why he always brings out a blanket when you hang out together.

He puts those blankets in the prime position in his nest.

As your relationship progresses, Saiki gets more confident initiating and accepting physical affection, but he’ll never ask for it verbally. He will simply start cuddling you, no words needed.

His favourite cuddling position is the half-spoon. He loves to rest his head on your chest, especially when he’s wearing his geranium ring. When he’s wearing it, he isn’t bombarded with the din of other peoples’ thoughts, and can rest while listening to your heartbeat.

He always feels less anxious when he’s wearing his geranium ring in your company. He trusts you to keep him safe (from his other friends mostly *cough*).

Kusuo has a very light florally scent. His scent isn’t normally very noticeable unless he’s feeling extremely strong emotions or he’s near or in heat.

His scent is very similar to his parents. His family’s scents are as follows:

Kuniharu (omega) - Very sweet flowers, almost like perfume. His scent is much more noticeable in comparison to his sons.

Kurumi (alpha) - Her scent is also a nature based one, but she smells like a forest after it’s been raining. She gets a lot of compliments on her scent.

Kusuke (omega) - His scent is very similar to Kusuo’s, but stronger. He always wears scent blockers though, so most people will never smell it.

Once you know about his powers, everytime your mind wonders you panic about whether Saiki heard you or not. He always gives the same little smile when he heard what you thought.

Saiki always finds it amusing when you get embarrassed after thinking dirty thoughts about him.

He doesn’t really like to use his powers too much, so he won’t like it if you ask him for things too much.

He loves to feel normal, and your relationship is the closest to normal he’s ever felt.

Dates like this were always so peaceful.

You and Saiki were wandering serenely around a nearby park, the chill of Winter clear in your visible breath. You watched some nearby children play in the snow with a gentle smile on your face. This was a lovely date.

You were staying with Saiki and his parents temporarily and Saiki demanded you both leave for a moment of peace. You couldn’t help but agree. His parents were lovely but you had to admit, the crying got a little much at times.

You were enjoying the comfortable silence with Saiki, even as you were slowly losing feeling in your hands. Jeez, it was cold.

“Here.”

You jumped at the sound of Saiki’s voice. He was holding out a hand for you to take, a light blush dusting his ears. He was the cutest.

You smiled and accepted the hand, basking in how warm he was.

‘Thank you.’ You thought, knowing he was listening to you.

He squeezed your hand tighter in response.

Silence was never uncomfortable with Saiki. That was one of the things you loved the most about him.

N-SFW Headcanons under cut (feat. Slightly!Older!Saiki)

Note: I write both male and female alphas with the same genitalia so this will be gender neutral.

Saiki is a sub leaning switch.

Most of the time, he is happy to let you take the lead, especially the first few times, but deeper into your relationship he gets quite a thrill from occasionally having his way with his alpha.

When he gets in these moods he likes to pin your hands above your head while he rides you. He smirks the whole time as well.

When he subs, he gets very wet, very quickly and this makes his so blushy.

When you first started this kind of relationship, it was very vanilla. Saiki won’t bring up new things to try, but if you introduce an idea, he’s normally willing to try it.

He would never say it out loud, but Saiki enjoys feeling powerless. He likes being tied up a lot but it requires a lot of trust for him (even if he could escape whenever he wanted).

This man looks phenomenal in black shibari ropes.

One of Saiki’s biggest kinks is mind-reading during sex.

Out loud dirty talk embarrasses him too much, but reading your dirty thoughts about him riles him up like nothing else.

Hearing how sexy you find him and how turned on you are makes him feel so hot.

Saiki doesn’t like being punished, but he enjoys some teasing.

He likes to be overstimulated, but it can be risky because he can and will lose control over some of his powers.

Accidentally collapsing two walls of your bedroom was a bit embarrassing for him.

His scent is the strongest when he’s in heat

Saiki always showers after sex (apart from when he’s in heat). He hates feeling sticky. He doesn’t mind if you join him though.

You absently scrolled through your phone as you watched Saiki play video games. You were both sprawled on your bedroom floor, Saiki’s favourite blanket draped over your laps. You huffed a breath, closing your phone, bored. Focusing lazily on the game, your mind began to wander to a more interesting topic, mainly your mate.

It was coming up to your one year mating anniversary. You almost growled thinking of the first time you mated. Your hands gripped the blanket as your thoughts began to go down a dangerous path.

He had moaned so prettily for you back then, too much of a sensitive virgin to even try and control himself. And my god was he wet. Your stomach clenched in need. You remember how soaked his nest was the first time you mated and you didn’t even make him squirt. How wet would he be if you made him do that?

‘Hmm,’ You thought. ‘Bet I could make him squirt.’

GAME OVER

You jumped as the automated voice echoed around the room. Saiki had lost the game. You turned to him.

“Better luck next...” You trailed off, distracted by the aggressive blush plastered on his face. “You okay?”

Saiki turned away from you, hands flexing under the blanket. Belatedly, you noticed something else under blanket. He was hard. You sniffed the air discreetly. Yep, he was definitely turned on but why would he...?

Oh god, he’d been reading your thoughts.

“Stay out of my head, Kusuo!” You whined, throwing a pillow from your bed at him.

He dodged the pillow easily.

“I don’t know why it’s my fault that you think so loudly.” He stated, his monotone voice more shaky than normal.

You raised an eyebrow at him: his shoulders were shaking. “Did you like what you heard?” You scooted closer to him, making sure to tickle his mating mark with your breath.

Saiki shivered, and that was all the invitation you needed. Easily, you pinned him to the floor, both of you still tangled in the blanket.

The floor wasn’t the most comfortable place, but neither you nor Saiki noticed for even a moment.

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its-me-im-coraline · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet // Damiano David

words // 1468

warnings // clearly smut

pairing // Damiano x Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. sorry if this feels rushed but i want to escape the heat and the laptop brings too much of it

request // yes, through a reblog i cant find

summary // self explanatory

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like Damiano is pretty good at taking care of you after but a lot of the time he is the one to require the aftercare. He gets kind of insecure after sex, like I don’t know… He will require some kind of confirmation that he did well, that he did not hurt you, that you loved him. Generally he needs reassurance sometimes.

His hands were now wrapped around you, after everything that went down, all the spanking and the harsh words, he needed to feel you close, to let you know that he didn’t mean all that.

“Are you ok, mi amore?” His voice was soft, tone ever so gentle, his fingers rubbing small circles on your arm.

“Exhausted, but yes, I am perfect.” The little smile you gave him was all the reassurance he needed.

Suddenly he became a little more confident, small ‘I love you’s escaping his lips as he tucked you under his arms.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I feel like Damiano’s favorite part of himself would most likely be his face. Honestly it might sound a little weird for me to say this but I feel like that's it, ok. Like, he can convey all his feelings through his face, he can lure you in so wonderfully with his facial expression and oh well he’d love it if you sat on his face or simply used his face to get off, regardless the position.

Now as for his favorite part of you i feel like it would probably be your thighs. No matter gender, he would find your thighs to be such a turn on, any time and anywhere.

(this will refer to pussy-bearing reader lol so yeah, sorry for that, I can’t think of a gn scenario with thighs)

He was being driven insane all night. He knew it was a bad idea to take you out after that stunt you pulled that morning with the ‘accidental’ not-wearing-underwear-under-his-shirt incident. He had not given you what you wanted then so you were planning on getting it now.

Your thighs were adorned with thigh high stockings, garters and all accompanying them. You knew his weakness and you’d play with it till the end.

For the whole night, Damiano tried to not react. He did not want to seem like he’s possessive or overbearing or whatever else, so he let it be for a while, but after one point it had gotten too much, he could not take it anymore.

“Amore, I think it’s time to leave,” he said, loudly enough for your friends to hear as well.

“Oh, but why Damiano, I want to stay a little longer,” you whined, receiving a little spank on the back of your thigh, thankfully the music could cover it up.

“If you want a chance to ride my face, you’ll come with me, or else you can wait to have an orgasm for another week.” this time his words were quite enough for your ears only, the idea of what he’d do later was not something he wanted your friends to have.

“Yeah, now that you said it, I’m getting a bit tired. Ooof my feet hurt from dancing. Goodnight.”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s pretty big on seeing him cum on you. I think I said something similar for Ethan but Damiano is full on messy cum. He does not care where you are, what you’re wearing, whatever, he will cum on you. On your face, your shirt, your underwear. It does not matter. He’s like the type of guy that goes like “oh you want it, amore? You want my cum? Tell me where you want it,” and then will come where you direct him to.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He kind of wants to see you get fucked by somebody else while he watches… He is kind of scared to express that, not knowing how you’d feel

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I’d say a good medium. He’s experienced, he’s surely not new to this, but i don’t think he has had that many sexual partners. He feels like the guy that needs a connection before he can have sex, at least most of the times. So he is experienced enough.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I feel like he’d enjoy mostly well you riding his face, your legs up his shoulders as he fucks into you or kind of entangled, your right leg over his right hip and your left between both of his (its called ‘pretzel dip ffs)

he want to be able to feel your thighs all over him

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He some times is goofy when he is close to cumming and he starts the whole “where do you want it”. Some times he would crack jokes.

Generally i feel like he is goofy in bed

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He does not care to much but he could possibly trim it down if its too bothersome when you suck his dick.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be very romantic if you want him to but most times he’s kind of goofy as i mentioned. The very intimate moments are very specific. After a romantic date, on an anniversary, your or his birthday and so on and so forth

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates a lot, cause he thinks about you a lot. Some times he’ll see old photos of you two before he left on tour and he gets turned on by your thighs

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

well as i said he thinks of you being fucked by someone else and him seeing you, so id say a bit of voyeurism and cuckolding. He’s a switch so he’s only dominant when there is no one else to be dominant, so the idea of someone fucking you and shaming him while doing so is kind of a hot idea some times.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He will go anywhere you guys are if he can’t stop it. Seriously quickies at club bathrooms are too common for you two

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

As I already mentioned: thighs. If you are wearing thigh high anything, short tight dresses, short shorts that are tight around your thighs, garters, tight jeans, tight dress pants… Anything with your thighs kills him

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving it. Like yeah, he loves it when you give him oral but he seems like the type of man that for example eats pussy for his own pleasure. I can seriously imagine him coming home from working at the studio and he’s stressed as fuck and (after getting your consent of course) he’d lay between your thighs and start giving you oral.

“But Dami I’m reading a book.”

“So? Continue. This is not about you. I’m stressed, it’s about me.” You’d simply just laugh, knowing very well you won't be able to concentrate on your book.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he is usually quite fast. he doesn’t exactly love the slower pace. the slower pace is for when you guys are extremely intimate, as i talked about before, or if he is teasing you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is down to experiment with most things. He is very comfortable with his sexuality so he does not mind most things, except some few ones that he finds a bit disgusting (no offence)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like he would buy you a toy that he can control from far away and he’d get one for him that you’d control so you kind of mutually jack off each other while he’s on tour or either of you is away for days.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Enough to show you punishment but also enough to receive one at times

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s pretty big. Not too much (overwhelmingly much like Ethan) but big enough to be considered big. Above average

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He gets horny pretty easily ig. With all the adrenaline from shows the moment he sees you he’s ready to jump your bones.

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leiawritesstories · 3 years

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Speak To My Heart

Rowaelin Month, Day 15: A bad day

Word count: 3422

Warnings: language, bit of depression, fighting. In short, there is angst in this fic. Hope the ending makes up for the rest.

Linguistics and foreign languages are two of my personal passions, so please bear with the bits of language talk that I couldn’t resist including. Brief word of clarification: a lot of expressions we use in English either translate into something extremely rude or don’t make sense in other languages. Translation companies have been trying for quite some time to make sure they don’t accidentally send a client a translated instruction manual that reads “fuck your mother” instead of “for questions, contact your local energy department.” All right I’ll get off my soapbox. :)

The phrases in foreign languages, marked with *, are translated into English at the end. Enjoy!

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Rowan’s day had been shit. The second he walked through the door, he’d been bombarded with an endless slew of crash reports, malfunctioning equipment, faulty passwords, and best of all, having to rewrite half the security firewalls because one of the rash young idiots in his department couldn’t be bothered to check his work for errors before sending it to management. And management thought it was the department boss’s job to fix all of his employees’ fuckups.

He hated IT.

Even more so since being promoted to department chair.

All he wanted to do was the fun stuff--program design and development, fixing the flaws in his own designs, and of course making those who tried to break into his company’s systems regret their pitiful existence. But Cadre Tech’s bitch of a CEO refused to let the best software engineer on her staff actually do his job.

Most days, he could cope with the pile of useless shit she directed to his desk. Most days. Today was not one of those days. Probably because on top of all the meaningless tasks he’d had to field, he was also forced to sit through one of Maeve’s bullshit “department head strategy sessions,” where every department chair had to pretend they gave a single shit about any word coming from their CEO’s garishly red, pinched mouth.

As if she knew anything her staff actually did.

Thanks to the compulsory meeting, Rowan was stuck in his office at nearly ten o’clock, painstakingly combing through the final draft of the update to CT’s translation program. This program had shot the company to fame and fortune, or at least insane stock value. “A Google Translate that actually translates,” their marketing department called it, and by the gods, that stupid slogan worked. And made sense. Rowan knew the program was just as good as it claimed to be.

He’d put in the hours, alongside a team of linguists, software engineers, designers, and people fluent in at least one other language. Frequent were the sessions where the project whiteboard turned into a jumble of words in twenty or more languages, Spanish alongside Arabic next to a column of simplified Japanese characters spilling over into a row of Cyrillic lettering. Rowan himself spoke German and some Spanish, but even he was lost amid the cacophony of eighteen different people switching from language to language, trying to figure out how idiomatic expressions translated from one language to another and what words should never, ever be placed together.

It took the team well over a year of bickering, or as they called it, friendly linguistic disagreements, to make it from loosely mapped concept to functioning program. By the time it hit the market three years ago, the software had been so well promoted that companies all over the world snapped up their chance to finally communicate properly with the client they’d offended years ago with a bad translation.

At launch, of course, Maeve stood in front of a sea of shouting reporters brandishing microphones, smiling her serpentine smile, and proceeded to thank the creative team for all their “contributions” before taking all the credit herself.

Said creative team went to the bar that had become their usual gathering spot that night to get drunk and shit-talk their horrible boss, not necessarily in that order.

His favorite memory of that night was hearing the chief linguist, an outside contract with multiple advanced degrees who spoke eight separate languages besides English fluently, refer to Maeve as “quella puttana rugosa che non riusciva a convincere un cazzo a venire a dieci metri da lei se si vestiva da figa.*” The Italian speakers on the team were crying with laughter, and so was everyone else, once she translated it.

And then she downed another shot of vodka and hissed something that sounded like “sukya bliyad, no puedo mich betrinken con esta ordures.**” When everyone blinked in confusion, she sighed and relayed the sentiment in English.

Nobody had laughed as hard as Rowan. Aelin Galathynius just had that effect on him.

She brightened his darkest days.

But she couldn’t ease the strain of today.

And it was all his fault.

Aelin glanced up at the clock on her wall and cursed in three different languages when she saw that it was nearly eleven. Without meaning to, she’d spent all afternoon and evening writing lesson notes on idiomatic expressions. She really couldn’t help herself once she got into the topic; it was her pet project.

And the subject of one of her dissertations. Yes, she had multiple.

She’d worked her ass off for years to get through college, then through graduate and doctoral work while teaching at universities to offset costs, then earned a full-time teaching position at one of the top-ranked universities in the world. She got to teach linguistics, her lifetime love, and give guest lectures at other universities and at conferences, teaching people all over the world about the complexities and interrelatedness of language. Hell, she spoke ten; she’d be qualified to speak on linguistic relationships by virtue of that alone.

Gods, she was the chief linguist behind the most successful translation software ever produced. Even if the bitch who owned the rights to said software had literally threatened to sue over ownership rights if any of the people who’d poured their figurative blood and sweat and literal tears into building the program tried to claim a small piece of the credit each of them so richly deserved.

That software and her role in its creation--even though Maeve Ond had claimed the public credit, the creative team spoke at interviews and made news features for their work in Cadre Tech’s massive success--had solidified her credentials as a professor of linguistics, had boosted her into her lecturer spot.

Last year, her university granted her tenure.

She should have been overjoyed, and she was, but not as much as earning tenure deserved.

Because there was nobody to share her joy.

Three years ago, in the wake of CT’s overnight jump to worldwide fame, Aelin fled a love she did not and never would deserve.

She told herself she would never look back. But she did. Almost every day, she looked back at the life she’d shared with Rowan and tried to convince herself that she did the right thing.

Try as she might, she could never silence the whisper that echoed always in her mind.

“You broke both of your hearts”

Someday, she told herself, someday she would be back in Doranelle. Someday, she would have a chance to apologize. Someday, maybe she could fix the Rowan-shaped chasm that gaped wide in her heart.

Yet here she was, sitting in a very nicely appointed hotel room in the university district of Doranelle, typing furiously away as if burying herself in notes and prep for tomorrow’s lecture could make the urge to contact Rowan disappear.

Three years earlier. Doranelle.

“Knock, knock.”

Rowan’s head jerked up from where it had most definitely not been slumped on his desk. “Wha--Oh. Hi, Aelin.”

“You’re falling asleep, buzzard, let’s go home.” He heard laughter in her soft voice.

“As if you won’t just get home and start cross-checking every single one of the phrases on your ‘potential problem’ list.”

She chuckled, walking over to him. “Fine. We’re both perfectionist work whores. Doesn’t mean we don’t need sleep.”

“I know you too well to believe you’re actually going to sleep.”

“All right, you win. Come home now, I’ll make some food, and you can put me to bed.” She winked saucily at him, leaving very little doubt what putting her to bed would entail, and he was up out of his chair in seconds.

“Hand over your computer, Fireheart,” he grinned as they walked into the small house they shared on the outskirts of the city.

“What?”

“Your computer, love. I’m leaving both of our work bags on the shelf by the front door so we can actually catch some rest tonight.” He pressed a finger to her mouth to silence her protests. “Uh-uh, Ae, we have interviews tomorrow and I won’t let the genius behind this program’s flawless word-to-word be anything but well-rested.”

She sighed, but he saw the love in her eyes. “Here, then, my dear brilliant software engineer. Leave your notebook, too, because I know if it’s anywhere near you, you’ll be up at three in the morning scribbling blocks of gibberish and picking apart your faultless code until you go insane.”

Both of their work satisfactorily put aside, Aelin made good on her promise to cook Rowan dinner.

And then he made very good on his promise to put her to bed.

The next morning, they were both awake with the sunrise, content to lay curled in each other’s arms as the morning light spread across their room.

Rowan drifted back into sleep, waking for good when he caught a whiff of coffee from the kitchen’s direction.

“Morning, you sleepy buzzard,” Aelin grinned, sipping from her mug.

Rowan dropped a kiss on her head as he reached for his mug. He took a long drink, sighing as the milky, sweetened caffeine hit his mouth.

“I will never understand how you drink your coffee black, Fireheart.”

“Not all of us need to sweeten the hell out of coffee to drink it, Ro. Maybe if you can’t handle the real thing, you should go back to your pretty little cups of crappy cafe tea.”

“Mention my pretty little teacups again, Ae…”

She giggled. “You be quiet and drink your coffee-flavored milk, my love. We both know you’re impossibly grumpy until you have caffeine in your veins.”

He grumbled something unintelligible as he drank his coffee.

They were nearly late to work that morning, even having planned an extra half hour to arrive, thanks to Aelin wearing what Rowan dubbed her “sexy professor suit.” She fixed the pins in her French twist in the car, making herself once again a portrait of professionalism, and slipped Rowan’s hand from her leg.

“Two hands on the wheel, Whitethorn.”

He pouted. “But I’m a safe driver and I want to hold your hand.”

“My hands are over here, love, not down by my skirt.”

When he pulled into his spot, Aelin closed her eyes and took a deep, slow breath.

“You good, Fireheart?”

Gods, she loved hearing him call her that. “Yeah. I just…needed a moment to settle myself. To tell myself the cameras aren’t here to tear apart what I say.”

Rowan wrapped his hands around hers. “Dr. Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, the bland reporters are here to stand in awe of your expertise. Not a single word you say will come across as anything but brilliant and beautifully said.”

She squeezed his hands, her usual confidence returning. “I love you, buzzard.”

“I love you too, Fireheart. Let’s go talk about our amazing achievement.”

The day sped by in a blur of reporters, interviewers, teleprompters, practiced speeches, lights, cameras, and crew. When the last bleached-blonde anchor of the last interview of the day cut her crew’s cameras, Aelin flopped against her second-in-linguistic-command, Dr. Nehemia Ytger, the expert on ethnic African languages.

“If I never see a news crew again, it’ll be too soon,” she sighed. “I’m beat.”

Nehemia snickered. “But we’re done talking about how proud we are that Maeve and her marvelous company have done such a grand service to the world.”

Aelin snorted softly. “Right. And now we servicepeople want to go home and take off our heels.”

“Amen to that.”

As the team filed out of the studio, Rowan made his way over to Aelin. “Holding up?”

“Not anymore,” she said, leaning casually into his side. “My heels are killing me, there’s a hairpin stabbing into my scalp, and I really, really need to pee.”

Rowan laughed, deep and husky. “Let’s get you home, then.”

“I’m stopping in the bathroom first.”

Just before she left the ladies’ room, Aelin heard voices in the break area. Familiar voices--Rowan’s, Maeve’s, and the snippy, borderline whiny tones of Remelle Frelau, who worked in the marketing department and had a hell of a boner for Rowan.

“--looking at revenue over--” Maeve’s voice cut out, but from the gasps of the other two, the revenue was through the roof.

“And it’s all thanks to this genius here,” drawled Remelle, who if Aelin had her guess was probably clinging onto Rowan like a platinum-blonde leech.

“Ms. Frelau, this was the product of a team. No single person could possibly have made it happen alone.”

“Oh, call me Remelle, or even better Remy. And you’re the team leader, so you practically did create it by yourself.”

Aelin snickered to herself. Vapid bitch had no idea what she was saying.

“That’s not how teams work, Ms. Frelau. We wouldn’t be here without Dr. Galathynius and Dr. Ytger’s language expertise, not to mention the creative genius of the engineers, graphic designers, linguists, and programmers.”

“Ms. Frelau, though her judgment is clearly biased, has a point, Mr. Whitethorn,” Mave said. “You demonstrated remarkable collaborative leadership qualities throughout this project, and I fully expect that you will continue to do so.” Maeve’s heels clicked away. Rowan’s voice followed her.

“Thank you, Ms. Ond, but I have to credit Dr. Galathynius--”

“Will you stop kissing that woman’s ass?” snorted Remelle. “Gods, she’s not worth your time or your praise; all she does is translate words into different languages and you idiots drool over that like it means anything.”

Aelin jerked like she’d been slapped. She knew Remelle was a self-centered, shallow, spiteful bitch, but she hadn’t known she would do this.

“--did more for this project than you and your useless whiteboard of catchphrases,” growled Rowan.

“I don’t care what she ‘did for the project,’ Rowan, she’s never going to be good enough for you.”

“Thank you for caring about my welfare, Frelau, now please kindly fuck off.”

Aelin chose that moment to saunter out of the bathroom and head straight for Rowan, her face showing no hint of having heard that conversation. She did note with satisfaction Remelle’s vain attempt to march out of the room with some semblance of dignity. Too bad her heel caught on the seam of the hallway carpet and the break room’s tile flooring and she had to grab the doorframe to keep from collapsing.

“You’re awfully quiet, Aelin.”

“Just thinking. Processing, really. It’s been a hell of a day.”

Rowan nodded. “I bet.”

“And hearing fucking Remelle rip into me for being useless…didn’t make it better.”

“Shit, you heard that?”

“Yeah. I heard that.” Her voice was hollow.

Rowan pulled into their driveway and shut off the engine. Reaching across the console, he cupped Aelin’s face in his hands. “Aelin. You are brilliant. You are terrifyingly smart. You are a force of nature. Nothing, nothing you will ever do is useless. Don’t let that jealous bitch make you think you are less than the perfect woman.”

She smiled tentatively at him. “She…she told me before that last interview that I could never be enough for you. Because you--because of Lyria.”

Rowan raked a hand through his hair. “Ae, can we talk about this inside?”

That night, he told her about his former fiancé, Lyria. He told her about their whirlwind romance, their youthful dreams. He told her about the horrific crash that stole away Lyria’s life. A drunk trucker, a narrow pass in the mountains. He showed her the box in which he kept all the memories of that life. He cried. Aelin cried. He curled against her, let her comfort him.

“Sometimes, I wish she was still here. She’d understand everything. She always did.”

Aelin had no response. She let Rowan fall asleep, his weight shifting off her and into his bed, and looked through the box. Everything she saw served as another reminder that this was the first woman he loved, the woman who understood everything.

She was worthy of him.

But was Aelin?

The more she looked at Rowan and Lyria’s happiness, the more the answer solidified.

No.

When Rowan woke up the next morning, Lyria’s box sat on Aelin’s side of the bed, a side that had not held Aelin.

He glanced out the window.

Her car was gone.

He got up and frantically paced through the house.

Everything she’d brought into his home was gone.

As was she.

Present day.

Rowan opened his front door mechanically, pulled off his shoes, dropped his work backpack on its shelf, and was halfway to his bedroom before he realized he’d just opened his front door. His front door that was always locked.

Someone was in his house.

Someone who either had a duplicate key or insanely good lockpicking skills.

Exactly one person owned a duplicate key to his house.

Aelin.

That’s impossible, she lives in Orynth, she can’t be here, he told the traitorous part of his brain that leapt with joy at seeing Aelin’s face again.

He turned around and made his way through the kitchen--nobody there--to the living room. He flicked on a lamp, casting a soft light around the room.

And nearly had a heart attack.

Aelin Galathynius sat on his couch.

For a moment, he just gawked at her. She looked so…different. Older. Gone was the infectious smile that had captured his heart. Dark shadows smeared under her eyes, testament both to the long hours she devoted to her work and to recent sleepless nights. She was twisting a ring on her right hand, a familiar sign of her nerves. From his angle, Rowan could see a hint of dark script on her wrist. A tattoo. The Aelin he knew didn’t have tattoos.

“I’m not a ghost.” Her voice, weary and hollow, broke the tense silence.

Rowan crossed the room, propped an arm on the fireplace. “Why?”

“Why am I here? Why did I leave? Why did I cut you out of my life?”

“Everything.” He couldn’t keep the waver from his voice, but his eyes burned into hers.

She took a steadying breath. “I’m here to apologize, first of all. I’m here to face what I ruined and to try and start mending it. I’m here to come to terms with everything I broke when I left three years ago.”

Whatever he’d expected her to say, it certainly wasn’t that.

“I’m sorry, Rowan. I’m sorry I left like that. I was…I was scared.”

“You can’t just run away from your fears, Aelin!” He couldn’t keep the frustration from his tone. “You can’t just abandon someone when you have a bad day!”

“I’m sorry! I know I shouldn’t have left! I know I can’t run from my fears; I’ve spent the last three years trying and fucking failing to do that! But I don’t know what else to do.”

“Saying something about it would have been a good first step.”

“I’m bad at emotions, Rowan. I tried. It wasn’t enough.”

“That’s not a good enough excuse.”

Aelin flicked a tear from her face. “I know.” Her shoulders slumped. “I’m so sorry, Rowan. I should never have left. I let some stupid comment root into my head and make me doubt myself. I made myself believe I would never be good enough for you. I left you. I loved you, and I still left you. I still love you, even though I’ve tried to suppress it. I can never make up for that. I…I just wanted to tell you how much I’ve regretted that horrible decision all these years. I want you to be happy, Rowan, I--”

“How am I supposed to be happy without a source?” He’d dropped onto the couch, close enough to touch her but still keeping his distance.

“What?”

“You didn’t just take yourself away, Aelin. You were my happiness. I’ve spent three fucking years trying to make myself believe I’m better without you in my life, and I can’t.”

She was unabashedly crying by that point. “What do you want me to do? How can I make up for abandoning you?”

“Stay.”

Her gaze locked onto his, both of their eyes pooling with tears.

“Stay with me, Fireheart.”

“But--”

“I never stopped loving you either.”

A choked sob ripped out of Aelin. Rowan couldn’t hold himself in check any longer; he reached out and tugged her gently into his arms. To his shock, she didn’t resist, burying her face into his chest as sobs shook her shoulders. When she calmed, he tilted her chin up.

“Will you stay, Aelin?”

“Yes. Even though I will never deserve your forgiveness, yes.”

Translations:

* = “that pinched old whore who couldn’t convince a dick to come within ten metres of her if she dressed up provocatively” (Italian)

** = loosely translated as “Fucking hell, I can’t get drunk off this garbage.” (in order, Russian (badly phonetically spelled out because Rowan POV), Spanish, German, Spanish again, French) (the Russian doesn’t directly translate, so it could mean several different variations of expletive)

Might there be a second part? Perhaps......

#my writing #rowaelin month #aaaaaangst

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Iida, Mirio, and Aizawa dating hcs please

Of course! But holy cow apparently this seriously inspired me, i hope this is ok xd

I I D A

Oh yes robot boi. Iida is someone nerdy in every aspect, his language even with close friends like Midoriya is very formal and polite, the same rule would apply when it comes to his significant other. Unlike what some would think, this doesn’t give your conversations a cold touch, on the contrary, it’d make him look chivalrous.

He’s a classic gentleman, he’d be the kind who opens the door and waits for you to walk in first or gives you his jacket when it’s too cold and you don’t have anything to cover yourself with, the second one would happen often in the classroom if you’re sensitive to cold. We are talking about U.A have you seen the measures of the classrooms and the entire area? It’s impossible they don’t have those huge air conditioners.

He highly respects the rules wich means, no PDA, on a certain level, no kisses to be specific. That doesn’t mean he won’t give you any affection, though every gear of his robotic soul is having a bad time working properly inside, he’d hold your hand or put his over your shoulder pulling you close when you’re sitting together.

He definitely would do that thing of caressing you with his thumb. As you expected it from Tenya, this is a sort of robotic motion, his finger would move like a metronome but that doesn’t make it any less nicer, he is slow and gentle.

Honestly, he’d be nervous most of the time. ALSO! Tenya is very thoughtful, he’d ask (often verbally) if you’re okay with whatever he’d do, as times goes by the questions turn non verbal, for example he’d hold his hand above yours waiting for you to give green light or grasp it.

“..Can i hold your hand?” “Sure!” “*DEEP INHALE AND BLUSH*” He couldn’t help to blush the first times. Specially on the firsT kiss but how would it be? A clasic scenenario after classes! And after you both have grown comfortable enough to each other’s touch. Seriously, if you like to go slow he's got you.

You two would be walking around in the campus after classes and he feels the tension grow.. he is analyzing every detail, he wants to ask but what if things get extremely awkward, he’s very tall- he’d have to bend down slightly (unless you’re nearly as tall as him) to do it so what if you flinch because it was unexpected.. he stops walking, he simply manages to say your name. You stared into each other's eye and then it happened, a big smile unexplainably forms in his lips complemented by a scarlet color across his whole face, his haircut made his head look like a strawberry.

There are going to be days you don't see him as much as you'd like, Tenya is very comitted to his hero patrols, he certainly would do extra hours from time to time or if the situation called for it. Let him know you like his hero suit! He’s thankful it has a helmet otherwise his flustered face would be exposed.

Whatever position you cuddle in Iida would wrap his arms around you, not only that, he’d interlock his fingers so he has a nice grip. His cuddles would be the classic spooning or having your head on his shoulder with your arm over his chest and in case you worry about his arm, this guy doesn’t know limb numbness- he literally tenses and holds his arms up every five minutes.

He sends good morning/good night texts often on the weekends since you're practically living together thanks to the dormitory system, they vary depending on the day, some are a reminder to get a proper amount of sleep or! To get done with homework so you can enjoy your free time and maybe ask if he can go over to study *cough spend time together*

He'd send the classic heart emoji, very detailed but easy to comprehend videos explaining any difficult lesson and history related stuff like paint restorations or facts about iconic sculptures. Please don’t send him those videos of people accidentally breaking things on museums, he’s gonna feel like something breaks inside.

M I R I O

This ray of sunshine fell for you? Your luck is so big you’d get jackpot on a slot machine on the first try-. You’re undeniably going to be good friends with Tamaki and Nejire, specially her, expect to get questions one after another without the chance to reply when she finds out you’re Mirio’s significant other, Tamaki would take it way better.

Mirio’s goofyness and confidence combined with his feelings give a unique result: he literally spoke to the boss of mafia himself twice like he was the manager in a store, but, the case is different when you’re around, he’s saying and actually good joke and suddenly.. it goes away, his mind goes blank. “So what happened after Mirio..?” “Ah.. i had practiced a lot, i don’t know what happened haha my bad!”

You’re going to get tons of his jokes and something more “intense” such as the classic “What’s in your shirt?” to make you look down so he can boop your nose with his finger, you should expect some gentle headpats as well.

If you’re shy he’s cool about it, he knows what do and adaptates to your pace, you’d start off with hand holding or rather pinky holding, he’d interwine his pinky with yours and show a bright smile. His hugs are the warmest, he doesn’t do it half-assesly, when you hug, YOU HUG, he uses both arms and slightly lifts you up! Height or strength are not a problem he’s actually one cm taller than Iida i just found out

He seems like the kind who loses their pen or eraser despite seeing it on their desk just one minute ago, if you happen to be that kind as well you’re both going to lay down your faith on poor Tamaki’s hands, i’m sure he has all his material complete.

He hardly ever gets nervous or scared by anything, things like the first kiss would go pretty smooth, instead of blushing intensely he’d just chuckle with slight disbelief, his mind is racing like “I just did that? woah!”. The biggest trouble for him would be gifts, he wants it to be perfect but asking Nejire for advice is not a good idea, roses are too formal and they don’t last long, going to the movies seems a little cliche.. his first gift would end up being a plushie of your favorite animal and a bamboo.

He’d sneak a kiss or two, specially before the class is begginning a training session, he’d send you a text telling you to go outside the changing rooms and oop! He phases through the wall poking out his head to give you a kiss kiss. If you don’t mind a prank from time to time he’d give a little scare using his quirk.

This guy is the big spoon during cuddles, no arguing! He could switch but as time goes by he’d slowly shift into the big spoon, that’s just the way he is, the most usual position would be where you’re facing each other with your limbs wrapping around the other’s body. Waking up with him would be adorable and attractive, morning and night are the only times of the day when his hair isn’t gelled into his All Might-like hairstyle, those blonde locks would frame his face, a heavenly sight.

Would send you a pic of stray animals he rescued with a “:D!” and Sir. Nighteye 'torturing' Bubble girl (half of his head visibly on a corner of the image). If you longed for a pet badly he would bring a nice dog/cat he finds around! In his hero suit to make the moment more special.

He uses the smiling emojis and emoticons! And shares videos of animals he finds adorable, if you sent him fails videos he'd laugh as long as the falls don't seem extreme or too severe, small trips on the beach or slips on the snow are fine. Mirio sends gifs i just know.

A I Z A W A

Have you taken a look at him? You must be a big The Walking Dead fan to like him lmao. Aizawa gives me an unexplainable gut feeling that he'd prefer a civilian (perhaps quirkless?) significant other over a hero, he wouldn't want his partner to go into the same dangerous situations he does.

His affection is tired, let me explain, he'd hug you and all that physical stuff but it'd kinda feel like his arms fall limply around you, still, even with his minuscule clingyness he loves you with all his might! He doesn't fall for anyone.

Not very fond of PDA, in public he'd preferr temple/forehead kisses and having your hand on the crook of his arm instead of hand holding (thinking about it Iida would do that too), seems more discret and! you don't let go when his hands are busy. He'd initiates it by gently resting your hand on his arm and sinking his hand into his pocket.

Surprise! He does smile, not that maniactic-looking grin he has sometimes during his shifts at U.A when a student impresses him, this one is less wide but somehow more tender and sweet, he tilts his head and for once his eyes seem relaxed, a relationship would make his cheeks hurt.. either for he's not used to smile so much or he smiles more than he thought he would.

If you give him a cat.. that's a strong blow straight to one of his weakest spots, he'd stare both at you and the kitten with a dumbfounded look before picking it up in his arm like a baby, his hand gravitates towards his it's head giving some nice pets before he shows a rare and somewhat bright smile "Thank you very much." Next time have a camera ready damnit! That smile rarely shows up.

He's practical, he wants his gifts to be nice but useful as well. He’d get you those mugs with candies inside, you get the candy and you can use the mug later for your coffee or tea; a power bank with a nice color or design and in case he choses something smaller: a bamboo, those one don’t wither away. Aizawa is fine with whatever you get for him, big or small he appreciates it. Sweaters, scarfs and blankets would be his favorite thing to get though, he likes to stay warm while working late at night

He’s sneaky, as an underground hero he’s used to work at times when the streets look disolated and the dark crime has more freedom to do as it pleases, he wouldn’t want to wake you up unless you asked him to. He’d leave a note on is pillow with the time he wrote it at and a short loving phrase like “i love you, i’ll be back soon, good morning”, before he leaves he’d always lift the sheet up to your neck or drag it away if you seem to be kicking it off you and give you a small kiss.

You’d find him passed out in his sleeping bag with his laptop besides him at random spots of his appartment, if it wasn’t because of the unatura position he adopts to fit in his sleeping bag he’d give you a death scare ‘cause let’s be honest he doesn’t look one hundred percent alive even when he’s awake. “Shota..? Shota can you hear me?!” “I’m not dead.”

Hibrid of big-small spoon. Most of the times you cuddle he’s asleep and you go snuggle him, his hair is a mess so better prepare to get tickled all night. He pull you close the best way he can when you’re behind him, not very comfortable for his arm but it’s worth it. He’d have you like a pillow over him, his chin over your head and both arms around you.

This man doesn’t bother typing when he can use his voice, the only situations he uses regular text messages are when he’s on shift or with you sleeping next to him. Send him gifs of kittens and a ‘i love you’ it instanstly gives him a good mood! He’d send pics of cats he sees around and gifts he bought you, doesn’t use emojis.

*COLLAPSES ON THE GROUND* Big oof- requests are open.

#mha headcanons #aizawa x reader #iida x reader #mirio x reader #fluff headcanons #requests open #mha fluff #fluff requests #my hero imagines #my hero academia #my brain is dying

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orbitluke · 3 years

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your hair falling into place like dominoes - steve harrington

Summary: in a moment of boldness, Steve buys hair dye, causing your typical sleepover filled with movies and snacks to have a rather fun twist. (feat Robin because I love her <3)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (I don’t think I use any specific pronouns! Please correct me if I am wrong!)

Warnings: N/A

Category: fluff, softboyfriend!steve

Word Count: 2643

Authors Note: I’m a bit scared about posting this because I feel like I’ve forgotten how to write! I also couldn’t think of a title, so you can have a taylor swift lyric instead that kinda relates lol. I appreciate feedback and I hope that this is somewhat ok!

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Steve’s shift at Family Video had ended an hour ago. Rather than going straight home, he decided to walk downtown for a bit. He needed to buy a few things for later. You and Robin were heading over to his for a sleepover. An annual occurrence that had taken place since you and Steve had become friends with Robin whilst working at Scoops Ahoy.

He found himself walking towards Melvald’s General Store. He figured he could pick up a few snacks for you all. Steve greeted Joyce working behind the cash register, with a small wave; seeing her after a long gruelling shift made his night slightly better. There appeared to be a few customers lingering in each section. He took note of the reduced banners sprawled across the ceiling. It seemed even with Starcourt Mall gone the small store was still struggling. He made his way through each aisle, picking out each item he needed for tonight. He pulled his jacket a little tighter as he entered the frozen section. He picked up two pints of ice cream for you and Robin, smiling to himself as he recalled your previous sleepover, where you overindulged on ice-cream and laid across his sofa, groaning at how sick you felt. He took his time walking through the aisles, mentally checking off each item on his list. He wanted everything to be perfect. It had been a while since he spent time with you and Robin as a trio. He missed observing you and Robin stretched out over his couch, eat popcorn, and judge the characters on screen for their actions, however as he had picked up some extra shift at Family Video, your annual sleepovers had been pushed back. Steve’s gaze trailed along the aisles and towards the large clock that hung above the shelves. It was only 6:30 PM; he still had a while before you and Robin were meant to arrive at his house. You had spent the day at Hawkins library catching up on work you had missed. Steve’s parents were away on yet another business trip meaning he did not have to worry about any inappropriate interactions between them if they arrived early.

He could only imagine the tense conversation.

He ran his hand through his hair absentmindedly, thinking once more, what could he have forgotten. His hand stilled in recollection as he remembered he needed to buy more hairspray. Despite using it less frequently, Steve still liked to have a bottle on hand. As he made his way through the hair care aisle, he let his eyes flicker over the different products, smirking to himself when he saw the overpriced shampoo you insisted on buying, claiming it made your hair just an ounce softer. It seemed Steve was not the only one with a haircare clutch. Without even thinking, Steve grabbed a bottle telling himself he could keep it at his place just in case you needed it. A part of him knew he would find himself using it. The scent of your shampoo brought him closer to you and filled him with an immense comfort he had never felt before. His cheeks reddened as he thought back to how he had purposely sprayed your perfume on his jacket so he could have a reminder of you. He shook his head at the thought, grabbing the canister of hairspray he used, however, accidentally knocking over a bottle of hair dye in the process. Fumbling over his feet, Steve tried to balance his collection of snacks in his hand. He unexpectedly dropped a packet of cookies, letting out a quiet string of profanities. Managing to shift his weight, he picked up the two items with ease, thankful he did not drop anything else in the process. Steve inspected the bottle closely. Burgundy Red Hair Dye printed out in bold lettering. The bottle seemed familiar, then Steve remembered back to last Autumn, where you excitedly came over before the Fall Dance, holding this bottle. You insisted on dying your hair so you could match the Fall decorations. He gleamed at your excitement. Steve thought you were so cool, always pulling off different colours. He wanted to try. He thought for a moment and decided he was buying it. Perhaps knocking the bottle over was a sign to do something he considered drastic to his hair. Steve was a perfectionist when it came to his hair. He would spend a good half-hour every day ensuring each curl laid perfectly. A part of him believed that his hair was the only reason why people liked him. Doing something different was met with great unease. He always wanted to experiment with his hair. Admittedly he relied on his hair a lot for his self-worth and was extremely reluctant to change it. He vividly remembers his cheeks staining pink as his dad made fun of him for using a large amount of hairspray. However, you had always encouraged him to do whatever makes him comfortable.

Steve slowly started experimenting with his hair, parting it differently, even allowing his natural curls to flourish. Something you admired. He was certain at the start of your relationship, you were only dating him because of his hair. It was silly thinking that, but the small ounce of unease gnawing at his brain told him otherwise. He believed he didn’t have anything discernible about himself, but you showed him otherwise. Admittedly Steve merely wished he were as confident as you, especially when it came to changing your hair. Steve admired how you experimented with your hair, often switching it up, claiming you were bored with your appearance. Steve swore you would suit any colour. Steve merely wished he had the guts to do the same. There was a looming judgement from his dad who would make snide remarks whenever he was around. It made Steve feel uneasy, but he still followed through with making these small changes to his hair. It was different but good. His decision was set in stone as he placed the dye onto his pile of miscellaneous food and made his way over to Joyce, exchanging pleasantries and ringing up his total.

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As Steve pulled up to the driveway, he was made aware of how long his little shopping trip had taken, seeing two figures sat on his porch and two bicycles ditched on his drive. He found himself smiling, remembering Robin and you declaring your distaste for learning to drive. Instead, you insisted that you were both happy riding your bikes or stealing rides from Steve whenever he was free.

"Hurry up Harrington I need to piss," shouted Robin, uncrossing her legs so she could stand.

Steve shook his head at Robin, rolling his eyes mockingly.

“Gimmie a sec!” he responded as he stepped out of his car.

Steve shifted the grocery bags, so he could reach his house keys that were in his pocket. He felt a pair of hands steadily brush his lower back and grab one of the bags, preventing him from dropping it.

“Thanks,” he smiled, leaning down and placing a kiss on your cheek.

"No problem, my love."

He unlocked his front door, barely able to say another word before Robin bolted past him and down the hall towards the bathroom.

"She chugged three ice coffees earlier. She insisted it would help her study.”

Steve grinned at your words, shaking his head. That sounded like Robin.

He tried to take the groceries back off you, but you pulled the bag back out of his reach.

“You go in, I have got this bag." You placed the bags on the kitchen counter just as Robin returned, wiping her hands on her jean-clad thighs.

“You know there’s a towel in the bathroom,” you laughed. Robin shrugged at your words.

“Ooh, what did you get?” she leant forwards against the counter and began picking out the items one by one. She nodded her head in approval at the assortment of snacks Steve had brought, spreading them out on the counter so you could see.

“Wait, what is this-” Robin was unable to finish her sentence as Steve snatched the bottle out of her hand.

“Hey!” Steve felt his cheeks redden. “It’s nothing. Let’s put everything away.”

“Awh C’mon Steve, what is it?” Unwrapping his hand, Steve gradually revealed the bottle, causing you to let out an excited yell.

“Finally!”

His cheeks reddened at your words.

“You’re finally doing something to that mop!” Robin grinned, reaching up to ruffle Steve’s hair. “I’m not sure yet,” he shrugged, placing the bottle on the counter suddenly insecure.

“No, do it!” you encouraged, “you’ll look great! I’ll help you if you want.”

His heart warmed at your words.

“Really?”

“Yes!” You grinned already ushering the duo upstairs towards Steve’s other bathroom.

Unboxing the dye, Steve furrowed his brows at the instructions before asking, “Where do we start?”

You snatched them off Steve, throwing them into the sink, insisting you did not need them. You were practically a professional after all. He was ready to protest, but you shushed him by placing a finger against his lips, causing Robin to laugh at your interaction. You pulled out the dye and developer before pausing.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, raising his brows with panic.

“I need some Vaseline to line your head. Don’t wanna stain your skin,” you murmur, going over to the cabinet under his sink, rummaging through it.

“Aha!” you shouted in triumph.

"Here you go," you beam, gently opening the tub and caressing his forehead with the product, finishing by squeezing his cheek.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, shaking his head in protest, but secretly enjoying your playful actions.

"What can I do?" asked Robin, leaning against the doorframe observing quietly.

"You can go get snacks whilst I work my magic."

"Perfect!"

You tell Steve to sit on the edge of the bathtub. He lets out a playful groan before complying. You then wrap a towel around his shoulders, before mixing the developer and dye, shaking the bottle rapidly. He admired the way you furrowed your brow whilst in deep concentration. It was such a simple act, dying his hair, but Steve knew he would not trust another soul with this.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked, falling serious for a moment. You were aware of how anxious Steve could get, especially when it came to his appearance.

“Absolutely.”

You begin to part Steve’s hair, running your fingers through his hair to ensure it was all covered. Steve found himself relaxing at your touch.

“You’re gonna look so cool.”

“You think?” he quips, lifting his head so he could look at you. His heart fluttering as he watched your movements.

You nod reassuringly as you continue to cover his hair. Steve smiles as you begin to hum a familiar tune. It felt so domestic sitting here whilst you did this for him. It was moments like this Steve treasured and kept with him whenever he felt down.

“I love you,” Steve states, lifting his hand so he could pause your actions momentarily.

You glance down at him fondly, your heart racing at his words. No matter how many times you said those words to one another, it always felt like the first time. You reached down interlocking your free hand with his, squeezing gently as if uttering the words back. A silent gesture acknowledged by you both.

“Oh fuck!”

A clatter sounded through the room, causing you to jump back and release Steve’s hand. Looking over your shoulder, Robin stood by the door, hunched over as she tried balancing the snacks. A single can of Coke rolling at her feet.

“Sorry!” she gasped, rushing to pick the can up.

“Here Harrington, take a cookie, it’s gonna be a long wait before we see the results.”

“It looks good so far,” she noted whilst moving past you.

“I just need to do the back and then we just wait,” you responded.

Surprisingly, it did not take long. You, Robin, and Steve had settled into his bedroom, an abundance of snacks surrounding you all as you spoke about your day. Robin updated you guys on the girl she was seeing. She spoke about their recent date, laughing at the way she fell whilst roller skating. The blush on her face whilst she spoke about the girl made you smile endlessly. Looking towards Steve, you share a nod, both silently noting your friend's infatuation. You then made your way back into the bathroom, guiding Steve by his shoulders towards the sink so he could lean backwards allowing you to rinse his hair. You detached his showerhead and turned it on, the water rinsing off the dye. Swirls of red, falling down the drain allowing you to note the change in Steve’s hair colour. You took the towel from around him, wrapping it around his head and fluffed his hair making him let out a muffled laugh. You quickly covered his eyes with your hands before he could turn around and see his reflection.

“Not yet!” you squealed, nodding towards Robin, telling her to grab his hair dryer and comb off the counter so you could style his hair properly. She followed your lead, equally anticipating the result.

With one last brush of his hair, you finally allowed Steve to turn and see his reflection.

“What do you think?” Anxiety washes over you, uncertain by Steve’s reaction. He wore a pensive look, no clear indication of how he felt. Both you and Robin watched eagerly trying to gauge his response.

“I kinda hate it.”

“What!” you exclaimed, sharing a look of panic with Robin.

He let out a boisterous laugh at your response.

“Kidding!” he chuckled.

He reaches up and runs a hand through his locks, noting the change in texture and colour. There was only a small change in hue, a deep burgundy colour, but Steve adored it. He felt good. His previous anxieties seemingly vanished as he turned to face you, wrapping you in a warm hug.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, pressing his head in the crook of your neck. You break the embrace, jokingly hitting his chest.

“That wasn’t nice.”

You look up at him closely, noting the way his eyes seem to be somewhat brighter.

“I do look cool though, don’t I?” he laughed playfully.

You hummed in agreement, admiring the way he looked. Crests of light falling through his window, highlighting the darker shades of red lingering in his hair. It was such a small change, but he still looked stunning.

“It will probably wash out in a week,” you note softly, “so we can always do it again if you like.”

“Or” Steve begins, trailing off slightly before gleaming mischievously, “I could dye yours and Robin’s hair.”

“Absolutely not dingus!” Robin protested, holding her hands up in horror.

You pat Steve’s back teasingly whilst also laughing at Robin’s words.

“C’mon let's put a movie on.”

“I’m choosing!” Declared Robin, already making her way out of the bathroom.

Just as you were about to follow, Steve tugged at your hand, halting your movement.

“I mean it,” he begins, “Thank you for doing this. I feel like anyone else would have made fun of me for making this such a big deal, but you,”

He looked down at his feet, almost hesitant with his words.

“You always encourage me. I really do love you.”

Robin leant against the bathroom door, observing your interaction, admiring the way you and Steve acted with one another. She smiled softly to herself, thankful that her two friends loved each other. She wouldn’t admit it out loud but she thought you were a cute couple.

“I love you too.” you respond, pressing a kiss to his lips.

Breaking away you smirk,

“Oh, and Steve, thank you for the shampoo.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #reader insert

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imagineddworld · 3 years

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Cuddly day

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: Draco and you loved to cuddle a lot, which resulted in getting in trouble once in a while.

Word count: 1,7 K (1704)

Author’s note: I hope you enjoy this fic. It turned out longer than i meant to, but I also feel guilty for not posting so long. So longer fic it is. I hope you like it. I really try my best to post more, but deadlines are getting closer and so are my exams. I hope you all are doing safe. Much love x

Cuddling with Draco was one of your favorite things. Just laying in each other arms, creating a mess of limbs. You loved the warmth that radiated from his body, which was a nice comparison to his usual chilly room. However with winter approaching, it seemed to be even colder. You just wanted to hide under a big blanket and bury your face into Draco’s neck to take in all his body warmth. But overall, you just loved being close to him. No matter what the situation was. You loved the feeling of his soft skin against yours, how his fingers carefully caressed your skin. Your nose would get filled with his subtle body odor, making you feel at home. And when you laid your head on his chest, the sound of the calm rhythm of his heartbeat worked as a perfect lullaby. In his arms you could truly relax and feel at peace. Cuddling was one of your ways to escape the world’s problems. Even if it was for only a few minutes, both of you would give everything in exchange to just cuddle and snuggle for a few minutes.

You cuddled so much, even in between classes. But that came with the danger of being late and ending in detention. Once you were cuddling, you couldn’t escape Draco’s grip. As for now, you were in that exact position again. You had to attend Snape’s class in only 10 minutes, or less. But Draco had no intention of stopping the cuddle session for class. So you needed to find a way to get both of you in Snape’s class on time. Not that it mattered too much if Draco was late or not. He was Snape’s favorite after all.

Your cuddle session had started off with you resting your head onto his chest. You softly drew patterns on his stomach, feeling his subtle abs underneath your fingertips. His shirt was buttoned open, as he was feeling too warm for some odd reason. No matter how extremely cold Hogwarts was, this boy never seemed to be cold in his life. The arm you were resting on, was wrapped around your waist, to keep you as close as possible. His other hand rested comfortably on your hip, caressing your skin underneath your skirt that had ridden up a bit. Eventually you ended up laying underneath him. He easily rolled the both of you over, ending up on top of you. His arms were wrapped around your neck, his head laying on your chest. His hands played with your hair, occasionally massaging you head. It was wonderful and truly an adorable sight to see. The smallest amount of sun light that shone through his window, made him look so majestic. His hair seemed to glow, contrasting against his dark clothes. He looked too good. You just couldn’t resist the urge to play with his soft platinum hair as well, while you adored the sight in front of you.

Sadly enough, you really needed to get up, or you were surely getting detention. So you started to ruffle up his hair, making it look all messy. Normally this would annoy him immediately. But the only reaction you got out of him was a soft groan as he tightened his grip on you. “Draco, Darling. We really need to go”, you tried to argue with him, hoping to get out of bed soon. But that was an unrealistic wish. You tried to wiggle yourself loose, but he wouldn’t budge. His arms were too strong for you to get away from. Surely, when he literally had you trapped underneath his body. As you tried once more, he made an inaudible sound that sounded similar to a whimper. It made you giggle. It was cute, annoying sometimes, but overall just the most adorable thing ever. Draco always came off as a cold, closed off person that rarely show any signs of affection. But as he was around you, he just turned into a loving, cuddling sweetheart that showered you with his unknown love and affection.

“We have 5 minutes left to get to Snape’s class-”, he interrupted your sentence with a loud groan, “If we leave now, we might make it just in time”. He ignored your statement, and kept himself in place. A minute later you felt his body lifting up a little. But before you could even move the slightest bit, he came down again. He had switched from laying on your chest, to burying his head in your neck. Every now and then he gave a little peck on the spot below your ear. He surely knew how to get his way with you. But you really hated detentions with Snape. “As much as I love cuddling with you, I really don’t want to land another detention. Snape might love you so much, but he hates the living hell out of me”. He kissed down your neck with soft pecks and sneaky little nibbles. “Just a few more minutes”, he mumbled in a pleading tone. You shook your head, but couldn’t help the smile from creeping up your face. How were you so lucky to see this loving side of this cuddle bug. The urge to keep cuddling was getting more difficult to fight back. He just knew you too well. He knew your weak spots, and surely wasn’t afraid to use them to get his way. He had a strong will. If he wanted to cuddle, that means he is going to cuddle you. Not that you are complaining. Just would’ve been more fun when you didn’t need to worry about what kind of punishment Snape would give you.

You ended up being 20 minutes late. How you had convinced Draco to eventually get up, was a mystery. As expected, you had landed yourself 3 detentions and needed to write a 20-page essay due to the next lesson. All the while, Draco only needed to sit one short detention. Which was really unfair. Snape always loved to pester you with annoying chores you had to do while detention. He truly annoyed the living hell out of you. While his perfect Slytherin students just were given warnings, or if they actually needed to be ‘punished’ he made them just sit 20 minutes in his classroom. He gave them no rules or anything. They just needed to be there 20 minutes and were good to go. But as you were together with Draco for over a year, you had gotten used to the detentions and other variations of his punishments. Snape could get creative with his ways of getting your blood to a boiling point.

Once the lesson was over, Draco started laughing at you as he left the classroom. You glared at his passing figure, rushing to pack your stuff before the git got away. You ran after him, hitting him on the head with one of your books that didn’t fit in your bag. “Don’t laugh at me. You’re the one that is going to write that essay”, you said seriously, or at least tried to. Whenever you were around Draco, you felt your sour moods vanish in no time. “Why me?”, he smiled at you innocently. You raised your eyebrow, silently asking him if he was really asking you that question. But he made no sign of acknowledging the underlying meaning of your eyebrow raise, so you decided to answer him. “Because it’s your fault I landed myself 3 detentions and have this stupid essay to write”. He acted to be offended, playfully laying his hand over his chest as he fake gasped. “Me?” “Oh yes, darling. As much as I love cuddling you, I hate detentions more. So if you just had budged when I asked you too, we wouldn’t even have this problem in the first place”. You were surprised to see him nod his head in agreement. He already had planned on writing it for you, when he first heard Snape announce your punishment for being late. He wouldn’t let you suffer. He know how difficult essays were for you, so you were going to be writing none stop for the whole week. That would mean he couldn’t cuddle you during that. So he preferred to take this upon himself and write it in just a day, as he actually was good with writing essays.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him so he could give the top of your head a kiss. “I was already planning to write it for you, love. Don’t worry about it”, A bright smile lightened up your face. “Aren’t you a gentleman?”, You teased him, but he knew well enough how thankful you were. “Always”, Draco winked at you, making your cheeks turn a light pink. Even after more than a year of dating Draco and being his girlfriend, you still got flustered whenever he did small things like this. But you loved them all the more.

As you came to the point where your paths separated, you halted Draco to peck him softly on the lips. “Seriously though, Thank you darling. You’re the best, even if you can be a huge pain in the ass some times”. At the last part of your sentence he pushed you softly, resulting in you accidentally bumping into a passing student. You apologized and made sure they were alright, before you returned to your grinning boyfriend. “You know I love you”. He nodded with a grin: “ Yeah, I know”. This time it was your turn to shove him, but it didn’t really affected him. “Don’t be so full of yourself. It doesn’t suit you”, he laughed his beautiful laugh, making you feel warm inside. The delighted sound made you feel so joyful. You gave him a final kiss, before leaving. Only to be pulled back into him, in a rather passionated kiss. As your lips parted to get some air, he whispered a soft ‘I love you’. Even if he didn’t said it as often, every time he does, he truly means it. And every time your heart fluttered at the sound of it. You really were lucky to be with this beautiful cuddle bug.

#Draco Malfoy #draco fanfiction #draco hp #draco malfoy hp #draco imagine #draco x reader #draco fluff #hp imagine #hp fanfic

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marvelstarker-mha98 · 3 years

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Chapter 3: The Librarian, The pickpocketer and the map

I know you wanted ned to be jonathan but wade looks like to be a good candidate and he would be funny and cool bro for pete

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Few months later

In the Cairo Museum Of Antiquities, a young male librarian name Peter Parker was on a ladder, filling out the Egyptians books in the “S” section of the library until he noticed a book on his arm that starts with a letter “T”.

“Tuthmosis, what are you doing here?” Peter said to himself with a light laugh before looking for the “T” section until it was behind him. He put some books away on the shelf in front of him.

“I am going to put you where you belong,” Peter said to himself again, before attempting to put the book back to its rightful category.

As he was about to put it back, the ladder tilted up like a pair of stilts, causing peter to stand upright ten feet in the air. “Woah!” Peter gasped in shock, holding the step of the ladder as he was trying to balance himself so he couldn’t die.

“Help” Peter nervously said before gasping when he falls forward towards the “S” section, causing the bookshelf to knock over the next bookshelf.

On and on, after the books were spread out and the bookshelves are on the floor, peter was slightly panting as he looked around him in shock.

“Oh no” He said, cringing for the accident that he had caused before hearing the sound of his employer and as well as the curator of the museum, Nick fury.

“Wha?!” Fury couldn’t utter another word as he was in shock. He was standing on top of a bookshelf that was already knocked down before looking around at the library then looked at Peter.

“Oh look at this!” Fury exclaimed, jumping from the bookshelf before walking to peter. “Son of the bitch, Give me guns, flies, locust, anything but you!” Fury pinpointing at peter a bit. “Go back to you, the nine plagues were a treat”

“I’m so very sorry, Mr. fury, it was an accident” Peter said, feeling bad about the library that he had accidentally caused.

“Come on, boy, when Ramses destroyed Syria, that was an accident. However, you on the other hand are a disaster!” Fury exclaimed. “Look at my damn library!” Peter looked around a bit with an embarrassing look.

“Why do I put up with you, parker!” Fury unintentionally asked before Peter looked back at him in slight shock.

“Well....well you, you put up with me because...um...I could read and write ancient Egyptian and I can...I can...I can decipher hieroglyphics and hieratic” Fury looked at him silently, letting peter continue.

“I’m the only one from the thousand miles, who knows how to properly code and catalog that’s why!” Peter said, defending himself.

“I put up with you because your dad and step-mom were our library’s finest patrons, that’s why!” Fury said. “May they rest in peace, though” He sympathetically said softly as peter looked down slightly, thinking of his parents.

“I don’t care how you do it, I don’t care how long it takes, pick up this mess or you’ll be fired!” Fury ordered angrily before leaving peter to clean the mess up.

When fury left, peter sighs before hearing a slight noise from the display area where the mummies and sarcophagus are kept. he hurriedly went there. When Peter was in the area, he took the torch from the room and starting walk before looking around.

“Hello, Abdul...Mohammed...Bruce?” Peter called out before hearing a slight sound from one of the sarcophagi. As he was about to go near to it, there was a rotted old mummy that jumped scare at him.

“Ah!” Peter scaredly screamed at it before hearing a laugh from non-other than his step-brother, Wade Parker Wilson, who sits up inside the sarcophagus while his arm was wrapped around the dead mummy’s shoulder.

“Hey, little brother! Do you love my little joke!” Wade said with a still laugh which made peter frown.

“No I don’t!” Peter replied, putting his hand on his hips. “And you have no respect for the dead!” He asked before putting on the torch on a handle.

“Oh of course I do, my little brother from another mother but sometimes I would like to join them,” Wade said, controlling the mummy’s arm to slam on the edge of the sarcophagus.

“I wish you should do it rather than later before you ruined my career the way you ruined yours” Peter statedly said was true for him and his stepbrother.

“Now get out of there, wade” he was putting the mummy down on the coffin before slapping softly on wade’s cheek. Wade childishly pouted, rubbing his cheek that his brother slapped on.

“Fine, fine my sweet baby brother but…” Wade was climbing down from the sarcophagus with the help from peter. “I’ll have you know that in this precise moment that my career is on a high note” Wade stated as Peter scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“High note, please!” Peter slightly mocked “But anyway wade, I am not in the mood for you right now, I made a huge mess in the library” Peter turned his head to look at the library.

“And not only that, the University Of Cambridge in England have rejected my application again because they say I quote and quote, I’m young and don’t have enough experience in that field” Peter disappointedly said as he sits down on a random statue’s plaque.

Wade looked at peter, knowing that his sweet little stepbrother is amazingly smart for his age that any college would accept his application. Wade then goes to him and kneels in front with a smile, holding his peter’s hand. “You always have me, little bro” He said before they both chuckled for a bit.

“And besides, I have something for you that I will absolutely cheer you up!” Wade proudly said before going back to the sarcophagus to find it. Peter sighs with a smile.

“Oh Wade, not another worthless piece of junk, if I have to bring that to my boss, he will…” Peter stopped as he looked amazed when wade sat next to him and showed a small golden puzzle box with eight key ends. Peter gently took the from wade before examining it.

“Where do you get this?” Peter asked.

“I was on a dig in Thebes” Wade replied, looking at his little brother still examining it. “My whole life, I never found anything like this, please Pete tell me I found something” He pleaded as peter pressed the bottom of the box and it opened, revealing a folded paper.

“Wade” Peter said in amazement, taking out the paper.

“Yes” Wade replied as they both looked at the map being unfolded, which revealed to be a map.

“I think we found something”

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“You see the cartouche there, it is the official royal seal of seti the first. I am really sure of it” Peter said walking around the desk while his boss looks at the map that they found.

“Maybe” Fury said with no surprise and excitement that he was giving. Then wade walked around the desk as well.” Two things, who the hell is seti the first, and was he extremely rich?” He eagerly asked.

“He was the second Pharoah from 19th dynasty, said to be the wealthiest Pharoah of them all.” Peter replied.

“Good that’s good, I like this guy very much!” Wade replied with a smile in excitement after hearing that the Pharoah was wealthy. Peter looked back at fury.

“I have already dated the map, its almost three thousand years old and you look at the hieratic here…” Peter leaned slightly as points the place on the map for fury before removing it. “well its Hamanaptra” As peter said it, wade looked at his brother in shock and surprise.

“Don’t be foolish, we’re scholars not treasure hunters” fury said, leaning back on his chair as he looked up at peter as wade looked at the map again. “Humanaptra is a myth told by Arab storytellers to use them for tourism,” He said.

“Yes I know the silly ramble about the city to be protected by the curse of a mummy but my research has me believe that the city itself may have actually existed,” Peter exclaimed as wade looked up at him.

“Are we talking the same Humanaptra” Wade curiously asked.

Peter nodded. “Yup, the city of the dead, where the earliest pharaohs said to hid the wealth of Egypt” He replied as wade agreeably nodded slightly walking away from the desk.

“Affirmative but also added with a huge treasure chamber” Wade added as fury scoffed at them both.

“Oh come on, everyone knows this story, the entire metropolis was buried by pharaoh's command like a flip of switch…” While wade was continued to tell about the humanaptra and the treasure, walking behind the desk to his brother at the same time they noticed that fury lift up the map, near the fire.

Fury sighs. “Yeah yeah, Americans like us would say it all fairy tales and Oh shit!” the map began to burn and fell down from the desk to the ground.

Peter and wade hurriedly went to it and quickly patted on it until the fire was no more before the two carefully spread however the section with the lost city was burned off.

“You burnt it, you burned part of the lost city,” Wade said as he and Peter were in shock.

“It’s for the best, I’m sure” Fury said, putting his hands together on his desk as peter and wade looked up at him. “Lots of men wasted their lives in their foolish pursuit of Hamanaptra, no one has ever found it, most has never returned.

#starker #tony stark #ironman #peter parker #spiderman #wade wilson #deadpool #nick fury #mcu #mcuship #marvel #avengers #the mummy au

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 4 years

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Hi all, a note from Mercy here. The whole following post was submitted by decibel anon. It’s amazing and I really didn’t have a lot to add. I was hoping they would post it themselves but they never responded to my posts so hopefully this is okay. You should all read through and if I ever figure out who it is I’ll link them so you can all show them some love

Hi again, ‘tis I, 🎧! And this is the Seokmin picture I was talking about. (Full credit goes to @/svtzone on Twitter. They posted this with the caption 'what he doing with all that ass’.)

And… there are not enough words in the English language to properly describe just how utterly feral this picture makes me.

But let me try. Because my muse has decided to be kind and bless me with inspiration (aka it grabbed me by my throat and still hasn’t let go), so I’ve got all different sorts of ideas. These are just a few from the top of my head and summarized. I’ve gone a bit more in-detail about them down below if you’re interested. So:

Whiny Babyboy Seokmin, riled up from your previous actions (your choice), lying on the bed like that, whining and begging for you to touch him please

A hybrid SVT 97 line threesome which is just super chill and relaxed because life as an Idol is hard and they just randomly got into the mood, with a lot of ass worship for Seokmin, general body worship for Minghao and dick worship for Mingyu

Seokmin with a male s/o getting thoroughly fucked, so much he can’t even keep himself up on his arms and knees

Bratty Seokmin teasing and taunting you the entire day (or even longer) until you snap (positively, no anger) and tell him to get to the bedroom, when you open the door minutes later this is the position he is in, wiggling his ass at you, and oh do you go to town on his ass

Seokmin pillow humping, you catch him the act and have different options to choose from - either making him continue or making him sit on your lap and dry hump your thigh. Either way, he’ll ruin his pants and look gorgeous while doing so

Rimming Seokmin. Either extremely slow, so slow he can’t even moan when he finally cums, far too gone by that point, or the exact opposite - so fast he’s screaming his voice hoarse. (First time rimming would be nice too, tbh)

Now, I know this is a lot all at once. This would probably be enough for a short series if I’m honest. (Almost enough for a 'week of Seokmin’, huh?) And by no means do I expect you to respond/comment to every single one or - heaven beware! - even write some little thing for every single one. Nah. You can pick one of them, some of them, or even none of them - I just tried to get the emotions that this picture evoked in me across properly. (And describe some of the scenarios that got into my mind.) I also guess I just got a bit overexcited and went overboard. Sorry if I’m overstepping boundaries. You can tell me to back off if it bothers you, no hard feelings.

But if you’re interested, intrigued or even inspired and want to know more about what my brain has come up with for one of those scenarios… here goes nothing:

His position, along with his clothing (y'know, rather casual) just give me the biggest whiny babyboy vibes, and I live for it. I can just see it, him lying on your shared bed like that, hands tied to the headboard with silk, him already worked up from your previous actions (not sure what exactly - could be anything from having to wear a vibrating buttplug all day to just a really heavy makeout with you grinding like hell on him), panting softly and squirming on the bed. Begging you to touch him, to kiss him, anything. And oh, he’s begging so prettily. He’s even spread out so prettily, still modestly clothed, but his position is anything but modest, hips lifted off from the bed, back arched, maybe even swaying his gorgeous ass from side to side a bit to entice you. It would be a shame to just leave him like that, wouldn’t it? It would be a shame to not go over to him, to not lean over him without touching him yet, to not press a few loving kisses to his neck while your fingers ghost from his achingly hard dick up to his ass, giving him the barest bit of of what he wants that still has him whining and moaning obscenely, to suddenly grab his dick harshly which would make him gasp and choke out a moan at the sudden stimulation, back arching even more to push himself closer to your hand. It would be a shame to do none of that, wouldn’t it?

Y'know, you can take this into many different directions. Like, if we go into the hybrid direction. How about Hybrid 97 line, who are all very comfortable with each other and sometimes heat partner, get the dorm to themselves and they do something which started out really innocent like playfighting, playing games like Twister or just chilling together and watching some Netflix. The mood is great, they’re all enjoying themselves, and as time passes, things almost naturally take a different turn. All this physical closeness is getting everyone hot and bothered under the collar, until one finally lets out an accidental moan. (My bet would be Mingyu.) From there on out the switch is fully flipped, they all know what’s gonna happen. But it’s still extremely chill and relaxed. They’ve got time, so they take it. At one point Minghao’s rimming Seokmin and sometimes leaving hickies and bitemarks on his ass while Seokmin is deepthroating Mingyu’s dick, subconsciously scratching up his thighs and Mingyu is praising and dirty talking while trying to jerk Minghao off. (Or maybe stroking Minghao’s tail, if you want to pick an animal with a tail for him.) At another point, Minghao is sitting on Mingyu’s lap, facing Seokmin who his kissing (and yes, leaving soft hickies and bitemarks) all across his body, mumbling about how gorgeous he is while Mingyu gently thrusts up into Mingaho. All in all, really chill and loving. They all end up thoroughly satisfied - which the other members of course notice and tease them about it later on.

Or hey, let’s go into a male s/o direction, since I’ve seen little of it so far - I can just imagine that Seokmin would be in that position while getting thoroughly fucked by his s/o. Naked, sweating, panting like hell, close to passing out from so much stimulation kind of thoroughly fucking. There’s a small pool of his own cum underneath him already (yeah, I remember those 'Seokmin cums a lot’ asks and they’re back to haunt me), cum from his s/o dripping down his back, covering up some of the hickies, bitemarks and scratchmarks his s/o left on him, while his s/o mercilessly fucks into him, holding onto his hips with a bruising grip. Originally, Seokmin was on his elbows and knees, but he doesn’t have enough strength left for that anymore. He barely even has enough strength to keep his hips up a bit, to move with his s/o, to thrust back a bit. His brain is empty, numb from all the pleasure he’s feeling. And it’s exactly what he needs.

Or another direction - the words on the picture (섹시 도발) translate to 'sexy taunts’ or 'sexy provocations’. How about a bratty Seokmin who, true to a brat, has been extremely teasing the entire day? Doing things like distracting you while you were working by sending you increasingly lewd pictures and text messages, or placing his hand up on your thigh while you were out eating with a few others (members, your friends, his non-idol friends) and slowly trailing his hand up even further until he was teasingly stroking you between your legs (male or female, whatever you want), constantly touching you, constantly hugging you, constantly whispering not-so-innocent things to you. Doing all of that just to get you riled up, to get you hot and bothered so you’ll screw his brains out like he craves. When you finally snap (not negatively, though - no anger here, since you’re very well aware what Seokmin wants, it’s just fun to see him work for it) and tell him to wait for you in the bedroom, this is the position you’ll find him once you get there a few minutes later: legs spread, back bent, ass up in the air while you can clearly see his dick straining against his jeans. (Smart boy didn’t undress himself without you telling him to.) This is going to be a fun night. He’ll get everything he craves - and much more.

Or! This looks like the perfect pillow humping position if you ask me. Or maybe the perfect dry humping position? Either way, I bet he’d look gorgeous. We all know Seokmin’s got a great ass (and great thighs, though you can’t really see it here). Let’s go a classic route - Seokmin was humping a pillow while thinking about you. (Maybe you were gone for a few days?) You catch him during the act. Now, you could either make him continue and ruin his pants while humping the pillow, or you could have him sit on your lap and dry humping your thigh until he comes, still ruining his pants. Whichever route you choose - he will be embarrassed, he will try to hide his face, his moans will be high pitched, and he’ll cum rather quickly. The thought of you watching him getting off is just too much for him, so he cums in his pants, a lot. Additionally, if you tease him (anything from 'aww, my poor baby boy couldn’t wait for me to come home…’ to 'couldn’t be without my cock for a few days, could you, slut?’) it will make him cum embarrassingly fast, and will leave him in the perfect headspace for more - if that is the route you wish to take. Either way, you’ll have a beautiful moaning and whining baby boy on your hands, so have fun~

Or (and this is the final one, I promise) another direction - this is the perfect position for rimming. And as nice as first time rimming is (could probably write another 200 words about that), I love rimming paired with teasing. Giving him just a little bit, just enough to get him whining and begging for more, while you take your time, slowly building up the tension, always backing down when Seokmin gets too worked up for your liking. Keeping it up for a long time, maybe even hours. So long that Seokmin feels like he’s going to lose his mind if you don’t let him finally cum. So, you do. (He endured it for a long time.) And despite all expecations, he isn’t shouting or moaning. He isn’t making any sound at all. You pushed him so far he literally cannot make any sound, so far gone there’s nothing but pleasure in his world. Mouth hung open, eyes focused far away, body mostly slack, while his hips are still twitching. The epitome of fucked out bliss. (Or instead of teasing, you can just go to town and eat him out like there is no tomorrow, giving him a mind-numbingly fantastic orgasm which will have him screaming his voice hoarse. Or multiple, always good 😏)

I’m just- this pic is 😍😍🤩🤤🤤🤤😍🥺🤤😏😏😏😍😍🤤😩😩👏👏👏👏👏👏👌👌

Whew, I went off on a tangent. Hope I was able to articulate myself in a coherent manner.

If you’ll excuse me now - I really need to stop myself before I spam you with even more. Have a good one! ~🎧

#decibel anon #seokmin smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #dk smut #dokyeom smut #submission

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moonstomars · 4 years

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Since you love Kiane, I'll ask you some Kiane for that Ship Ask Game ;)

OH MY THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK! Yes I love them and I love writing headcanons about them! Okay let’s do this rubs hands

Who is a night owl: they both can be night howl, especially when they are drinking with their friends. When they get drunk they will probably fall asleep around the same time (King a bit earlier because he doesn’t handle alcohol well) but if they are not, I think that Diane would probably fall asleep first. King doesn’t mind staying awake a bit longer and look at her when she sleeps, caressing her hair or just observing her with a silly smile on his lips.

Who is a morning person: Diane, definitively, King always struggle to get up in the morning, he would sleep forever. Diane usually has to wake him up

Are they cuddlers: YES THEY ARE! If they could they would spend hours just cuddling on Chastiefolbut sadly they have duties

Who is the big spoon: they switch because they both love to hold the other. King is the big spoon more often when Diane is small, also because his wings don’t make it easy for him to be the little spoon (Nakaba is drawing them smaller recently but I will not forget their original size. I. Will. Not). He also really loves just hold her in his arms and keep her close. Diane is the big spoon more often when he is weakened and in his smaller form though, she finds him adorable when he is like this and just feels like she has to take care of him.

Who is the little spoon: as I said they switch but Diane really likes to be the little spoon usually, especially since King’s wings grew. But I guess that when she is Giant size King gets to be the “little spoon” (very little spoon) and he loves it, especially when she holds him close to her chest and he can hear her heart beating.

What is their favourite sleeping position: when Diane is a Giant, King likes to sleep on her chest or closer to her face, like in the crook of her neck, but when they are the same size they usually face each other and hug. Sometimes King sleeps on his belly with his head resting on Diane’s chest and his wings covering the two of them.

Who steals all the blankets: I’ve never seen any of them use blankets, they are probably not used to them! If they did, I think Diane. King could also steal them by mistake, realise what he did and then apologize and share them with Diane again.

What they wear to bed: Diane doesn’t seem to wear anything different than her usual clothes but I think that Elizabeth could teach her using nightgowns ... and King just wears something more comfortable than a suit, like a shirt and pants (that he made himself).

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: King (also because Diane doesn’t wear t-shirt often). When he sees Diane wearing some of his clothes he always blushes, but he finds her so beautiful and he can’t look away. Diane knows perfectly what she is doing anyway

Who falls asleep mid-conversation: both of them! They would probably lie together and talk and slowly their sentences become shorter and interrupted by yawns until they simply fall asleep in each other’s arms

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: both of them again. King is still hunted by his mistakes, all of them, and Diane sometimes still sees Matrona dying in her arms or King falling from the Heaven’s Theatre. King usually tries not to wake Diane up when he has a nightmare but she usually wakes up as well and calms him down, reassuring him. When Diane has a nightmare, she always reaches for him when she wakes up, and King usually wakes up as well so he also reassures her that everything is alright.

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Diane. King shrieked, fell out of bed and hit his head. He also got a bruise! Diane apologized a lot while Ban found it extremely fun

Who can’t keep their hands to themself: they both love touching each other! Holding hands, King holding her finger when she is Giant size ... they are constantly touching somehow. King likes to play with her hair too! Diane is the one who usually reaches for him when she is human size though.

Who said “I love you” first: Well we know that in the canon universe Diane said it first and I think that she would still say it first in an AU. King knows very well what he feels for her but he simply can’t tell her. He wouldn’t want to put her in an awkward position if she didn’t feel the same

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: King! He totally has a picture of Diane. Diane probably has a picture of them both, kissing or hugging

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Diane, she leaves cute notes surrounded by tiny hearts. When King sees them he always blushes a little and he loves them. Sometimes he leaves notes too, they are usually compliments or cheesy sentences

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: King, definitively. He loves to see her face light up when she gets a gift and he is also incredibly cheesy when he wants to.

Who initiated the first kiss: Diane did it in the canon and she would totally do it in other circumstances. King is just too shy at first! And he has to be sure about her feelings for him before trying to kiss her.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Diane, she usually wakes up first. She lets him sleep a bit longer but in the end, she has to wake him up and this is the sweetest way to do it. King hates getting up but when Diane is kissing him it gets hard to complain

Who starts tickle fights: Diane, she just jumps on King and starts tickling him. After a while, she knows all his weak points - but King learns her too and fights back

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: King, he loves the idea of taking a shower with her but he wants to get her permission first. Diane asks too but sometimes she likes to surprise him joining without a warning.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: They both did at least once! Even though they often eat different things, they love eating together! I can imagine them working hard on merging their Clans at this point but they would always find a moment to take a break and have lunch, relaxing a bit and chatting

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: King, he was terrified. What if he did something wrong and she hated him for that? He wasn't even that sure she wanted to be there with him at first! Diane was a bit nervous too but relaxed first and then her enthusiasm and cheerfulness calmed King down

Who kills/takes out the spiders: King can talk with spiders, so he usually tells them to go away, or he moves them away but without killing them. Diane doesn’t notice spiders when she is Giant size usually, but when she is human size she doesn’t like them and tries to stay away ... they are not insects but they look similar enough

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: KING! He is so bad at handling alcohol, and when he is drunk he gets extremely flirty and can’t stop telling Diane how much he loves her, that she is the most beautiful woman in Britannia, that she is literally perfect ... he also tries to sing sometimes (he is not bad but being drunk doesn’t make things easy). And he just can’t stop hugging her. Diane finds him absolutely adorable but she always has to drag him away before he makes a fool of himself (she fails, he already made a fool of himself, but she usually can take him away before things get even worse). When Diane gets drunk she just holds King very tight and kisses him a lot.

(This got longer than what I expected but what can I say. I love these two too much)

#nnt #nanatsu no taizai #king harlequin #diane #kiane #ask #anonymous #ask game #BLESS YOU ANON #I loved writing these #thank you so much for asking!#i totally got carried away

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painted-crow · 3 years

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Submission time #11

Secondary Help?

Hi, I was wondering if maybe you could help me sort my secondary? Only if you have time of course and if I'm not being annoying.

Basically every time I take the quiz I get something different. I think the two I've gotten most often are bird and badger. I do this annoying thing where I try to fit my answers to what I want as the outcome so I end up taking things tons of times.

On top of that I'm just indecisive in general. I think my secondary may have burned at one point, maybe when I was a kid? I saw a post on your blog where someone sent in an ask with their answers to the quiz questions. Maybe if I did that, that would help? (I am so so sorry for how long this is 😬😅)

When you succeed, how influence were the people around you?

Ummm okay, so I feel ungrateful saying that they weren't influential but this is a quiz about my methods to solve problems. When I run into trouble I'll tell people about it and they'll support me, but I tend to sit down and figure stuff out on my own. I'm not a badger calling in favors or a bird asking for help from a friend with a useful skillset (though I will do the 2nd one occasionally).

Do people consider you charismatic?

I always choose: Eh. Maybe? It probably leans more towards no, but I'm not completely sure if I come across as charismatic or not.

Do people consider you trustworthy?

Okay, this one is hard for me to answer. If you mean trustworthy like big secret trustworthy, yea, they'll tell me stuff. I won't tell anyone things about important stuff. I'm not a jerk (at least not in that sense). Trustworthy as in you trust me not to accidentally spoil a book/movie? Probably not. I really don't mean to most of the time, but I've done it once or twice accidentally. Also I have no idea what people get from me first impression, other then nerd. I'm assuming this question is targeting Badger secondaries. The whole easy to talk to thing that they do. No, people do not spontaneously spill their hearts out to me. I can be kind of detached and am not the most emotional person in the world so yea.

Do people consider you flexible?

Physically flexible? Like can I touch my toes?? Hell no. 😂 On a more serious note, I usually choose no on this one. My mom says I'm extremely stubborn. It's more like, I like to do things at my own pace. I'm not going to make decisions because someone else told me to. I'm extremely indescive but once I pick, I stick to it.

Do you like going into situations with a plan?

Okay, this one I always pick: I like having a plan, but I also like throwing the plan away. I'll have a plan, but not a detailed one. Detailed plans make me feel stuck. It's more like I have a to do list, specifically bullet points. Then if the plan doesn't work out my reaction depends on what the situation is. In potentially stressful social situations I have a bullet point list of Things I Should Not Say, but I'll just improvise if that doesn't work out. I have the list mostly because I don't want to give people too much of myself. I tend to do that a lot and it doesn't work out. I need to stop being so brutally honest and the list helps with that. Projects and stuff, I'm just going to tweak the list.

When you spot a metaphorical obstacle in your path....?

This one is one I'm extremely indescive about. You've got to understand your problems, at least basic background knowledge, but that has its limits. There's only so much research you can do before you have to act. I'm also just not patient enough to wait once I get excited. I'll skim or research, figure out stuff, and then dive in. When it comes to cool art projects that's the case anyway. At a certain point trying to understand the problem just becomes ignoring the problem.

How do you feel about shortcuts?

Okay, this is another one I struggle with. I'll take the shortcut if it won't make me feel bad. Like if it breaks the rules or my honor code, then no, I won't take the shortcut. The automatic feeling I get when asked this question is discomfort, but I feel like I'm pretending to be super good by picking no. I have used shortcuts before and saying no makes me feel like a hypocrite.

Is knowing things or people more useful when solving problems?

This one's easy - people. People are enigmas. You can always do the research to learn things but learning about a person takes time. People are wildcards. If this problem was like a block in a project, obviously things would be more important. Social problems: people. Also people can help you with non-social problems so their useful then too.

What if your plan fails, what do you do?

If the plan completely failed and I needed to make a right then and there decision I would just improvise. Obviously I would panic a little, anyone would, but I would try to hold it together.

Do you collect things?

Yes. I collect facts and interesting shinies. I don't do it half as much as many bird secondaries seem to though and I don't do it because stuff is useful. I mostly do it for fun.

When solving problems, is your first reaction to see what tools you have in your pockets?

I assess the situation first. That was literally the most perfect answer option on the quiz. I need to know what's going on.

Do you feel a need to keep the peace?

Nope. Not at the expense of other things, like being honest. I'm working on that. I really need to learn to shut up sometimes.

Do you act differently in different groups?

Okay, so as a kid I did, but once someone pointed it out I switched everything to presenting myself in one way. Acting different ways with different people made me feel like I was lying.

Would you consider rule breaking to be a tool?

Umm ok this one is hard. I'm not dramatic enough to say it's a calling. Most of the time rules make sense and are there for a reason. (Ughhhhh I know what a suck up 😂) As a kid, I was always the one who followed the rules. Like I wasn't crazy, I didn't want to face the consequences. My parents were pretty fair too so there weren't really any rules I felt I needed to break. I've done it occasionally when I wanted something and I knew I could get away with it (extra screen time) or when I was really desperate and I felt it was the only option (Aka a couple of tests - I know, I'm not proud of it). I like to believe I wouldn't follow anyone's rules if they didn't make sense, but I also don't generally break rules so I wouldn't really know. I chose I don't break rules because that's the most accurate. I don't really think of it as a tool, I'm not clever enough to use it like that.

I'm sorry this is so long. I hope I'm not being annoying. I would be grateful for any insight you may have, but please feel free to ignore me if I am being a bother.

Paint's reply:

The quiz usually gives you Bird or Badger??? Weird! To me you seem like a very clear Lion secondary with a nice, strong Bird model.

I don't get a lot of Badger from you, and definitely not Snake. Bird seems to be a fun tool for you, but you're comfortable chucking it out the window if it isn't working, which is pretty cool :)

I don't have a lot of complicated stuff to say about this one! Sometimes the quiz just misses someone ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ robots can only work so hard, y'know?

- Paint

#sortinghatchats #gryffindor secondary #ravenclaw secondary model #submissions #submission #shc secondaries #paint speaks #q

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cali-holland · 5 years

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The Friend Zone- Shawn Mendes One Shot

Pairing: Shawn Mendes X Reader

Prompt: Despite being actual best friends, you can’t help but feel jealous when Shawn accidentally friend zones you.

Word Count: 2900

Masterlist Shawn Mendes Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

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“Y/N, you made it!” Taylor Swift flashed her classic, red-lipped smile at you as she greeted you in the exclusive bar. Music was blasting and the room was flooded with celebrities of all different fields.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world. Happy birthday!” You said, giving her a quick hug. About a year ago, you had just been breaking out as an artist when Taylor invited you onto her stage for her 1989 world tour. As a surprise guest, you really weren’t on there that long, but you were still astonished by her performance and the energy of the stadium, even as the seventeen year old that you were.

“I’m so happy you came. I really did miss you.” She replied, despite the two of you only really seeing each other a handful of times in person, “So refreshments are at the bar and there’s a photo booth in that corner.” She pointed to the far side of the room where lights were flashing from a camera.

“Sweet, thanks.” You smiled as she walked off to greet more guests. Feeling extremely young and out-of-place amongst the stars, you went straight to get yourself a drink, trying your best to stay close to the walls.

“Wait, you’re Y/N Y/L/N, right?” You heard a voice ask from beside you. You turned to face the tall stranger.

“Yes, and you’re Shawn Mendes.” You laughed.

“You came on the 1989 tour for a show, didn’t you?” He said with a smile, fidgeting slightly with the cup in his hand.

“Yeah, I did. I didn’t get to see you though.”

“We’re meeting now, so I guess it’s fine.” Shawn joked.

“It’s nice to finally actually meet you.” You said.

“Pleasure’s all mine.” He replied. His eyes left yours as he scanned the crowd, “I feel so strange being here.”

“It’s absolutely wild how many people are here. I knew Taylor was incredibly popular, but this is just wow.” You answered as you saw Beyonce and Jay Z walk in the door. You could also see Blake Lively chatting with Karlie Kloss at the bar.

“I’ve never been the best at meeting people, mingling is not my thing.” Shawn let out a small laugh as you smiled at him.

“You’ve found yourself a fellow wallflower.”

“Do you want to go check out the photo booth?” He asked, standing up a bit straighter as he got off of the wall he was leaning on.

“What else would I do?” You shrugged playfully. Shawn led you through the crowd and you two entered the photo booth. You and Shawn both grabbed crown props and placed them on top of your heads. You couldn’t but laugh as you two posed playfully for all four photos.

“I love this.” Shawn said, looking at the strip of film.

“I think it’s a good thing we didn’t meet until now; we’re too powerful.” You replied jokingly.

“Definitely.” He nodded.

“Do you think Taylor would mind if we just totally dippd right now?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Well,” Shawn smiled and bit his lip, “She would notice for sure, but I think we should leave.”

“Let’s go.” You and Shawn made your way through the crowd and out the door without getting caught up in a conversation by anyway. When you were finally outside in the brisk New York air, you asked, “Where should we go?”

“I don’t know. You live here, don’t you?” He teased.

“Want to just go back to my place? It’s literally a block away.” You laughed.

“Yeah, sure.” You two began to walk towards your apartment building.

“How did you meet Taylor?” You asked him casually, trying to come up with a conversation.

“Awards show at Madison Square Garden actually.” He ran a hand through his hair and then dropped it by his side again. “You?”

“She happened to contact my manager to ask me to perform. I hadn’t met her at all before that night.” You explained. You were a much smaller artist than Shawn was currently. His career was skyrocketing and yours was rather steady; touring with the one and only Taylor Swift had to have helped.

“Oh okay.” He nodded, clearing his throat as silence fell over you two. His hand brushed against yours accidentally and both of you immediately moved your hands. You shoved your hands into your jacket pocket and he stepped a bit farther away.

“Here we go.” You said, pointing to the skyscraper of an apartment complex. You punched in your pin and took the elevator to your penthouse with Shawn standing beside you.

As the doors chimed open to your place, Shawn immediately spotted to guitar perched in the corner.

“Whoa this is so nice.” He said walking over to it. “Do you mind-“

“Go for it.” You replied, allowing him to pick it up. He wrapped the strap around his shoulder and casually played a few notes.

“Where’d you get this? I’ve never seen one like it.”

“Geddy Lee actually.” You laughed.

“No way? From Rush?” He asked with an awed smile on your face.

“So you know your rock bands.”

“I know my Canadian rock bands. That’s awesome.” Shawn looked from you back to the guitar in his hands and he started to strum a few chords of a melody.

“Are you trying to play a song because I have no clue what song it is.” You teased, sitting down on the couch while still watching him play.

“I have this thought for a song, but I just don’t know how to write it. I want to use this melody, but none of the lyrics I can think of really work, you know?” He asked, hoping his train of thought made sense. He sat beside you on the couch as he held the guitar without playing it.

“Maybe I could help. What’s the song about?”

“Well, it’s about two lovers that have a summer fling and they both want to act as if they don’t like each other.” He attempted to explain, “The main lyric I’m trying to curve it around is ‘I wish I could pretend I didn’t need ya, but every touch is ooh la la’.”

“So it’s a steamier song?” You joked, giving him a small smirk. He blushed bashfully.

“I know it sounds crazy, but I just feel like a sensual theme is perfect for what I’m hearing in my head.” Shawn said, beginning to play the melody again.

“There’s just some things that never change,

You say we’re just friends,

But friends don’t know the way you taste la la la” You sang along to the guitar’s smooth sound.

“I like it. It totally fits.” He smiled, repeating what you said again to himself. His fingers stopped playing the instrument as he looked up to you, realizing you two had shifted closer than how you had originally started. Shawn felt the urge to just lean in and kiss you right then, but he steadied himself, reasoning that you had only just met a couple of hours ago.

His thoughts flew away from his head as his phone notified him of a new text. You didn’t intend to look, but you couldn’t help yourself as you read the text.

‘Are you still up? I miss you’ Your heart fell as you read the message. It was from a contact named Camila and you could only guess it was the Camila Cabello.

“Sorry, um, it’s nothing.” He said, putting his phone away and standing up. “I should get going- I’ve got to fly back home tomorrow, but I had a good time tonight.”

“I had fun too.” You replied with a soft smile as he delicately put the guitar back on its stand. You opened the door for him and he stopped in his tracks before fully exiting your apartment.

“Could I get your number?” He asked abruptly before awkwardly adding, “If I need help with the song, I want to contact you about it. Maybe we could meet up some other time too.”

“Yeah, that sounds great.” You said, exchanging phones with him and entering your number into his phone.

“See you around.” He smiled once you switched phones back. He left out the door and you closed it slowly. You had enjoyed your night with him, and that song sounded super good; you just hoped your newly found crush on him wouldn’t be wasted with this Camila.

~~~

Three years later, you still found yourself talking to Shawn and spending time with him whenever you could. He had become one of your closest friends. The only relatively new issue was that over the course of the past few years, you’ve only grown to like him more while more and more rumors of him with various other girls occurred, including none other than the Camila Cabello.

“So what did you want me to listen to?” You asked Shawn as he walked into your same New York City penthouse. He casually picked up your favorite, and now his favorite, guitar, just as he had done years ago.

“You remember that song that we worked out the lyrics to together?” He asked, beginning to play the same melody you had heard the night you met.

“We wrote like half of it three years ago. Are you finally done with it?” You teased.

“Yes, Camila actually helped me finish it off. We decided to write as a duet. So for the first time ever, here is Senorita.” Shawn smiled, before he started to sing the beginning of the song. You kept your smile wide as you felt yourself break from his mention of Camila. That was the song that brought you and Shawn together, and now he completed it and would record it with someone else- the same girl that you envied for the past three years. She and Shawn had a connection that you just didn’t understand; all you knew was that you wanted that.

“Ooh I should be running

Ooh you keep me coming” Shawn ended the song and looked at you expectantly, “What’d you think?”

“It’s amazing. You got the sensual theme right.” You said. All those years ago, his idea for the song sounded like a joke to you- little baby seventeen year old Shawn writing a song about getting laid? But now, this new twenty year old Shawn definitely exemplified that idea.

“I know. It’s a different song for me, but I’m just so happy. I feel like I got it right. Thank you so much for helping me with it.” He said, setting down your guitar and giving you a hug.

“Yeah, of course. No problem.” You struggled to speak but you couldn’t tell if it was from the tightness of the hug or the intoxicating smell of his cologne.

“You okay?” Shawn asked, pulling back from you while still keeping his hands loosely on your shoulders.

“I’m fine. What’s wrong with you?” You remarked. It was then that you saw it again- the same look Shawn had given you the first time he came over. His eyes staring intently at you and his warm embrace surrounding you. Your eyes trailed down to his lips for a moment and he instinctively licked them, biting his bottom lip as his tongue slid back into his mouth.

Once again, the moment ended too soon as his phone began to ring. He quickly let go of you and picked up the call.

“Hey,” He spoke, “I’m with Y/N right now.” He paused, listening to the other person speak, “Yeah I played her the new song. She loved it, Camila.” His smile was wide when he said her name- it fell from his lips with such ease, “Okay, I’ll see you later. Bye.” He turned back to you as he hung up his phone, sliding it back into his pocket.

“So you and Camila?” You asked and he raised a questioning eyebrow at you, “Are you two a thing now?”

“No, no. Camila’s got a boyfriend, and she’s just a good friend.” Shawn said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. He couldn’t help himself from blurting out, “Like you, you know?”

“Oh yeah, right.” You nodded, your eyes no longer meeting his. “I just remembered I have to go meet with my manager. I’ll see you around?”

Shawn was surprised by your sudden plans and your sudden change of mood. “Um, yeah of course.” You walked him outside and he left with his mind still racing at what changed for you. For you, your heart just dropped. First, you thought he was a thing with Camila; and now, he thinks of you as a good friend, absolutely nothing more.

Not really having plans, you turned on Netflix and snuggled into your bed, wanting to forget about the tall boy with the beautiful curls for a while.

~~~

You hadn’t talked to Shawn in four days. It would be a normal thing, with both of you being busy and all, but this time it was different. Shawn was spending all of his time in the studio, recording with Camila and working out his next single. This time though, you were completely ghosting him.

Shawn was recording in NYC, and he had texted you twice asking if you wanted to go out and grab lunch or if you wanted to hang out in general. Both times, he had absolutely no response from you.

“Shawn? Earth to Shawn?” Camila called out to him, bringing him away from staring at his phone.

“Oh, sorry.” He apologized sheepishly, but he didn’t set his phone down as he looked at her from across the studio’s couch.

“What’s going on? Why is your phone so important right now?” She asked, making him sigh.

“It’s Y/N. I think she’s ghosting me.” He said.

“Ghosting you?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well, I saw her a few days ago and she seemed upset when I left, and now she isn’t responding to my texts.”

“What did you do to her?” Camila exclaimed. She had never met you before, but she knew that you definitely weren’t the ghosting type- unless for a very good reason of course.

“I didn’t do anything. I went over, played Senorita, and then I don’t know- we talked about you I guess.”

“You guess? Shawn, what did you say?”

“I said you were my friend, just like she was.” He ran a hand through his hair, trying to think of what he could have said to make you be so distant.

“Oh my god, you are the biggest idiot ever. That’s why she’s ghosting you!” Camila groaned, face palming herself.

“What do you mean?”

“You are not that dense. She obviously likes you and you like her too. She’s ghosting you because you related her to being just a friend- you friend zoned her!” She explained and worry came across his face.

“No, no, I didn’t friend zone her.” Shawn tried to protest.

“You totally did. You need to go over to her place right now and tell her how you feel.” She stated.

“I can’t just do that. She doesn’t like me back.” His reply made Camila roll her eyes at him.

“She’s been in love with you for three years and you’ve been in love with her for just as long. Go to her before I drag you there myself.”

“But-“ He started, but immediately stopped as she glared at him. She may be a lot smaller than him but damn he did not want to get on her bad side. He stood up, “Okay, okay, I’ll go.”

“Finally.” She sighed. Shawn paused before he walked out the door.

“Do I look okay in this?” He asked, worried that the t-shirt and jeans weren’t enough.

“You’re apologizing to her, not proposing.” Camila stated, “You’re fine. Now go.”

Shawn nodded as he made his way out the door and over to your apartment. He knocked on your door, hoping that you would be home. He tried to mentally prepare himself for what was to come, but all thoughts vanished when you opened the door.

“Oh, hey Shawn.” You said with a small smile.

“You’ve, um, you’ve been ignoring my texts.” He stammered out.

“I’ve been busy, I’m sorry I didn’t get back to you.” You replied.

“I wanted to apologize.” He said, his voice still shaking but not nearly as much as it could have been, “For what I said. I didn’t mean to friend zone you.”

“Shawn, you don’t-“

“No, I need to apologize for that because I-I just really like you, Y/N, and I didn’t think that I’d have a shot with you. I thought you didn’t like me in that way at all, so I just tried to push it away and-“ he was cut off by you pressing your lips against his quickly. He looked down at you surprised by your actions.

“You ramble too much.” You stated.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted for this to happen.” He said with a smile, happy that he’d listened when Camila literally forced him out the door.

“You missed so many opportunities to kiss me.” You teased, “Like right now would be a perfect time.”

“Like right now right now?” Shawn asked and you nodded as he leaned down to kiss you again with his hands cupping your cheeks.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes x you #shawn mendes one shot #shawn mendes x reader #senorita

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mymarvelbunch · 4 years

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Be Your Own Hero - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 3)

Masterlist

Summary: Y/N has lost all her family and most friends in The Decimation (I refuse to call it The Blip). Refusing to believe their deaths are permanent, she dedicate years to find a way to reverse it. When she finally finds something that might help, she searches for the Avengers. It’s Steve Rogers x Reader, but there is also a lot of Badass!Reader. Also, Non-American!Reader. If you are American, think of a country you’d have loved to be born into :D

Warnings: none!

Note: Y/Co = your country. Y/Ci = your city; Y/N/L = your native language.

Previously: The van doors opened and a human being was tossed out. You heard groaning and approached them. The building was still dark, but, thanks to the machine lights, you could see their face clearly. It was Scott Lang. Ant-Man. Back from the dead.

Part Three

“So, you’re telling me it’s been three years since I got stuck”, Scott said after you finished your story. “Even though it felt like three hours for me.”

“To be fair, I had no idea of how much time had passed for you”, you said nonchalantly, as if you talked about these kinds of things everyday. Probably the shock hadn’t worn off. “Honestly, I just wanted to study your machine. Never in a million years I thought you’d still be alive.”

“Well, we have to get to the Avengers”, he said. “Are they still in New York?” You nodded. “Great. Let’s get on the road.”

In the end, they didn’t have to steal the van. You had to hide, of course, but the guard was so surprised to see Lang alive that he let them out without further questioning.

On the 3-day ride to New York City, you two introduced yourselves properly and discussed everything you both knew.

“My original plan was to steal the van, bring to the Avengers, ask them to figure out how to get inside the Quantum Realm and find the Stones in their quantic form”, you explained.

“Sounds extremely difficult, to be honest, Y/L/N”, he replied. “I think there is an easier way to achieve the same goal.”

“And that would be?”

“Like we established in the first couple minutes we met each other, time has passed differently for us. For me, it has only been three hours. Here, three years. If we find a way to enter the Quantum Realm at one point in time and leave it at another point in time...”

“We could travel to the past, get the Stones in their physical forms, come back to the present and make our own wish”, you finished for him.

He frowned. “I was thinking more along the lines of trying to stop Thanos before he makes his wish.”

You shook your head. You remembered reading about time travel when reading about the Time Stone. “That wouldn’t work. When we travel to the past or the future, we create alternate timelines. If we, say, kill Thanos in the past, nothing will change here, but we’ll create a dimension in which the Decimation never happened. Problem is, we have to do something that can change our present, not our clones’.”

It took a while, but he eventually nodded. “I’ll trust you. You're the one who came to me with an informal PhD on Infinity Stones and magical things, so.”

“I also rescued you”, you added with a grin. He smiled back and thanked you once again. “And we’ll bring Hope back. We’ll bring everyone back. We’re closer than anyone has ever been so far.”

“Yeah. God, I hope you’re right.”

So did you.

Three days later

Finding the Avengers headquarters was easy with Scott driving. You had switched seats every four hours during the trip, but you asked him to drive all the way when they reached NYC, since he had been there before and knew the his way around much better than you, who had never even been the country before.

Hopefully one day you’d come back with your family. The city looked so beautiful, even if somewhat empty.

“You should wait in the car first”, he said when he stopped in front of the building. “They don’t know you, but if I manage to get in, I’ll bring you along.”

You nodded and waited. His greeting was awkward, like he didn’t really know what he was doing, but it wasn’t like you’d have done better. Eventually he was allowed to get his van inside, and you along.

At the room, there were two people waiting: Natasha Romanov, the Black Widow, and Steve Rogers, Captain America.

Suddenly it was hard to breathe. Scott introduced you while you took deep breaths to compose yourself. This was important. Extremely important. You couldn’t afford to ruin everything by fangirling.

“Y/N?”, Scott called. “I think it’s better if you begin to tell your tale. I kind of showed up only at the end, so.”

Right. Your story. You took another deep breath.

“Would you like to sit down?”, Steve Rogers offered. You nodded, and he guided you and Scott to a couch.

“Okay”, you began as you sat down, followed by the other three. “I began searching for the Infinity Stones as soon as I heard of them for the first time.” Rogers blinked at this, but didn’t say anything. You continued, “I desperately wanted to believe the Decimation wasn’t permanent, that we could bring its victims back, so I started working on finding out who Thanos was, what the Infinity Stones were, and how they were all connected. Long story short, because you probably know most of my initial discoveries anyway, I ended up in a Sanctum of the Mystic Arts.”

“They had dozens of books about the Stones, book and manuscripts. The temple Master had foreseen my arrival and had faith that I’d succeed. It was wonderful to hear that, of course, but I asked her how she knew that. She said that all sorcerers draw their powers from the Time Stone, even if they never came in contact with it.

“I spent a year inside the temple, studying the texts 24/7. I found a lot of things, but the one that gave me the most hope was when I discovered that, if one gather all Stones and conceal their power, they can make any wish.”

At that, Rogers interrupted you. “It sounds great, Y/L/N, but I’m afraid we can’t gather the Stones back.”

Romanov nodded. “Thanos destroyed the Stones in 2018, shortly after the Decimation. We managed to track him down and kill him, but it was too late.”

Thanos was dead already? Great. You didn’t have to fear that he’d try to reverse your wish if you succeeded. Instead of letting her face drop, like the two expected, you grinned.

“Oh, but remember what I said. The Master I met said she had foreseen my arrival thanks to powers granted to her by the Time Stone. If the Stone no longer exists, how could she have done that?” At Rogers and Romanov’s stunned expressions, you kept going. “She had sensed an attempt at destroying the Time Stone, yes, and we both guessed the other Stones received the same treatment. However, there is one thing about the them you probably don’t know: they exist both in physical and quantum forms. If Thanos destroyed the physical forms, they still exist in the Quantum Realm. Proof of that is that the universe is still standing. No Stones, no universe.

“I remembered reading on Scott Lang, a.k.a. Ant-Man, on the internet. Many people wondered on his disappearance, since there is footage of his workmates turning to dust, but he is nowhere to be found, despite having been with them. Everyone knew Ant-Man’s abilities came from Quantum technology, so I assumed that, if I found the van he was last seen in, I could find a way to get inside the Quantum Realm.” You glanced at Scott. It was his turn.

He nodded. “Right. So, back in 2018, we - and by ‘we’, I mean Hank Pym, Janet Van Dyne, Hope Van Dyne and myself - we found a way to safely get inside the Quantum Realm, something that hasn’t been done before, like ever. Hope, she... she was supposed to pull me back, but she got dusted seconds before she could do it. It was Y/N who accidentally pulled me out, three days ago.”

“I’m sorry”, Romanov said. “Those must have been three long years.”

Scott shook his head. “That’s the thing. In the Quantum Realm, time goes differently. I didn’t get stuck there for three years, but for three hours.”

“We had a lot of time to discuss while driving here”, you continued, letting an yawn escape. “My original plan is not great, and impractical. I only kept going because it was my only hope. But I believe Scott’s idea is better.”

“It won’t be easy”, he said. “But it’s possible, at least, something we’re not sure Y/N’s original plan is. Well, our new plan consists in figuring out a way to create... a time heist. We enter the Quantum Realm in a point of time - the present - and get out in another.”

“The past”, you clarified. “I know it sounds crazy, but in theory, it’s possible. There were many studies on time travel when I read about the Time Stone. There have been attempts to do it before, only it was by magic instead of physics. We don’t have the magical item anymore, but we can figure out another way.”

A short silence. “And what would we do then? In the past?”, Rogers asked.

You took a breath. “When you travel back in time, you create... an alternate dimension. Our timeline wouldn’t be affected by changes in the past. Say, we kill Thanos in... 2014 or something. It won’t change a thing for us, but now there will be a timeline in which the Decimation never happened. What we can do is, get the Time Stone from the past, bring them here, make our own wish and bring everyone back. Thanos is not even alive anymore to try to undo our wish.”

Rogers shook his head. “Honestly, ma’am, with all due respect, this is insane. How are we even supposed to trust you? Only Scott knows you and, frankly, he might be biased due to the fact that you rescued him.”

You bit your lip. You had predicted this would happen. “There is a Sanctum here, in New York. The sorcerer there can confirm almost everything, if not everything, I said. I have the address.”

Romanov asked to speak alone with Rogers, and two left the room. Scott looked at you. “They probably think it’s a trap.”

“I’ll bring Wong here if I have to”, you replied instantly. “I spent three years finding a way to bring my family and friends back. I won’t give up now because the Avengers think I’m HYDRA, or whatever.”

There must be have been something in your expression that frightened Scott, because he quickly looked away. “I believe you”, he said in a low voice. “I have to.”

And you understood. You had to believe in yourself, too.

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Finally, America’s Ass shows up! Sorry if you were expecting sparks right away, but it didn’t seem plausible. Steve has every reason to doubt the Reader, given he’s never seen her in his life. Don’t worry, soon he’ll be more comfortable around her, and vice-versa!

Next: Y/N, Steve, Natasha and Scott head to Tony Stark’s house to ask him for help. Will they have more luck than in canon? Also, Steve begins to see more of Y/N, and she starts to see who Steve is behind the shield.

Taglist (open!): @autobotgirl15-blog @starstrucknature @cheeseburgersstuff @aamzter2013 (couldn’t be tagged, sorry!)

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x you #captain america x reader #captain america x y/n #captain america #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel imagine #avengers: endgame

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venusxxlangdon · 5 years

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Hotline Bling

summary: Nothing foretold troubles when suddenly Michael’s phone screen lit up with an incoming call. Without taking his eyes off the laptop, he reached for his phone, thinking it was Gallant.

“Hello?” he asked

“Have you been a good boy?”

AU, where Michael is an art student at Hawthorne University with a penchant for rollerball lip gloss & fleece blankets and the reader, is phone sex operator who accidentally calls the wrong number

pairing: sub!Hawthorne Michael x fem!reader

warnings: dirty talk, smut, sub!Michael, mommy kink, humping

words: 3.3k

A/N: there will be part 2!

Michael Langdon had been having a penchant for nice things for as long as he remembered himself. He was soft and delicate by nature, so it was no wonder that he enjoyed fleece blankets and scented candles, wide linen shirts to wear around the house instead of old T-shirts paired with sweatpants everyone liked, fluffy socks that made him feel comfy, warm bubble baths, and cinnamon French toasts topped with cherry jam or powdered sugar.

However, not everyone had the same opinion on his preferences. Constance Langdon, his grandmother (may she rest in peace), who raised him like he was her son, had been trying to do everything in her might to make Michael fit into her idea of what boys should have worn, studied in university, and done in their free time. Although, after he brought home his first high school girlfriend she seemed to stop being so hard on him as if the fact that Michael was into girls was some sort of a relief for her. The truth, as usual, was somewhere in the middle: Michael had no idea who he was into and preferred to go with a flow and take interest in whoever he liked no matter their gender, religion, and social background. He was not only a good-looking guy — the blond mop of short curls surrounded his head like a halo; crystal blue eyes, made him look like an angel; cherry kissed lips sometimes had a touch of a peachy lip gloss rollerball he carried in his designer backpack, resembled the petals of a beautiful rose — but he was also beautiful inside, despite a blinkered mindset of his grandmother.

When he moved to a small apartment that was only 20 minutes away from Hawthorne University where he was majoring in art, he started decorating the place to his liking: curtains made of sheer organza flowed down the windows like sea foam; the transparent fabric allowed the sunlight to spill into the room, bounce off the walls and flood every corner of it with radiant warmth.

The endless list of things he liked to do in his free time mostly consisted of going to the exhibitions and gallery openings, attending independent movie premieres with his artsy friends, grabbing a strong espresso on the way to class every morning, and dancing to his favorite songs while cooking. He lived alone and was comfortable with it because truly deep in his heart he was a loner. Of course, he had friends, take, for example, Gallant. A very extravagant guy he had met at one of the events and immediately clicked with. Michael did not know whether he believed in soulmates, but Gallant was definitely one of those people in his life who understood him and shared the same interests. However, Michael always enjoyed his time alone in the perfect world he built around himself and spent so much effort maintaining and protecting from people who thought that it was their duty to call it too “feminine”.

“Angel! I’m home!” he stepped into the apartment and tried to shut the door with his shoulder because both of his hands were busy holding a new print he’d got from Gallant and a paper bag from Whole Foods.

A white cat appeared around the corner to greet his owner who never managed to come home without a handful of stuff. He cautiously approached the print Michael put against the wall.

“How have you been, little guy?”

Michael found Angel a year ago on the way home when he was returning from a bar he went to with Gallant and his boyfriend. It was during the time when he was recovering from an extremely painful breakup with his last girlfriend. It was a complicated relationship from the very beginning, but he thought that his love would have been enough for both of them.

In the end, it left him drained out, heartbroken, and utterly devastated. So there he was young and depressed, cringing at the bitter aftertaste of alcohol, he drank with his friends, on his way to his small studio where nobody was waiting for him. At first, he didn’t understand where the tiny mewls were coming from, but as he approached one of the waste containers, he realized that among the litter there was a small white (well it was gray at that moment) kitten. Alone and abandoned just like him.

“I missed you, love” he smiled at the cat, picked up his bags and made his way to the kitchen.

It was a regular evening for him with a homemade dinner and some tv show in the background. He was sitting on the couch with the blanket around his shoulders and a Mac on his lap, working on a digital project for the upcoming assignment. Angel was snuggling by his side, snoring peacefully, and the light scent of his favorite 26 Santal Le Labo candle was filling the room. Nothing foretold troubles when suddenly his phone screen lit up with an incoming call. Without taking his eyes off the laptop, Michael reached for his phone, thinking it was Gallant.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Have you been a good boy?” the question asked in smooth silky voice on the other end made Michael jump on his seat. He immediately looked at the screen but did not recognize the number, so he hurried to bring the phone back to his ear and demand the explanation.

“Ex-excuse me?” he stuttered.

“I’m asking you if you’ve been a good boy for mommy today,” he felt the blush bloom across his cheeks not only from the lascivious tone of your voice but the words you were saying. What on God’s green earth was that?

It took him a few seconds to first, close his mouth because his jaw had dropped indeed, and second, formulate a coherent sentence.

“I’m sorry, I think you called the wrong number” he bit his lip and looked at the display once again as if the range of figures would have turned into something different.

“Is this strawberryboy69?”

Michael giggled at the nickname and put his laptop aside, straightening his legs out.

“No, my name is Michael, and who are you?”

You started scrolling through the data to check if you had called the right number feeling the embarrassment wash over you. Nervously you scanned the table of clients’ names, and your brows frowned when you found out that you had done everything correctly. Strawberryboy69 was supposed to be the same caller that was being on the line, and his kinks should have been “age play, mommy kink, slight humiliation, choking, and spanking”. There could not have been any mistake unless the client had told the wrong number himself.

“I’m sorry, sir. There’s gotta be a mistake,” you murmured still confused. “Please, accept my apologies, I-...”

And before you even finished the sentence Michael asked:

“Wait, was it supposed to be a sex call? Like for real?”

He didn’t know why he even asked that question, and why his cheeks were still beet red. Of course, the girl on the line was a phone sex operator. Who else would’ve started a conversation asking if he had been a good boy? He unconsciously ran his fingers through his hair and caught himself thinking that the idea of having actual phone sex really excited him. He’d never done anything like that, and it felt forbidden. Even mysterious, since he didn’t even know your name. He looked at Angel nervously as if the cat was judging him.

“Yes, and it seems like the client gave me the wrong number. I won’t be taking your time unless you’d like to try...” you lowered your voice to emphasize the last part of the sentence. Having worked for over a year in this company you had learned that if a caller started asking questions it mean that you got his attention. Even though this guy wasn’t the original strawberryboy69, you could try your luck and make him your new client.

Michael’s breath hitched.

“Um, I am really not sure” he mumbled, hugging the pillow and pressing it hard against his chest trying to calm down. “I’ve never tried anything like this....how much do you charge per minute?” he felt the thrill of the rush tightening in his stomach.

You smiled to yourself. You got him.

“It’s a dollar per minute, and after the 10th minute, the rate is 0.50$. Don’t worry about being inexperienced,” the tone of your voice switched from cool and professional to lustful and teasing in a matter of seconds, and that was what got Michael aroused. “I got you.”

Michael let out a frustrated sigh and flipped on his stomach, resting his chin on the pillow.

“Okay,” he cleared his throat, “okay, I think I want to try this, but what do I start with?”

You leaned back on your chair and put your phone on the speaker ready for the show.

“I want you to tell me about yourself first. What do you like in bed? What are your secret fantasies?” you turned on the timer.

There was some mumbling on the other end, and you heard something like “God, I can’t believe I’m doing it”.

After a long pause Michael spoke:

“It’s nothing extreme”, he said, “I think I am boring, like...okay, so...I don’t really.. Oh God.. Sorry, I can’t do this,” he felt so embarrassed; his cheeks were burning bright red.

It was a normal reaction for the person who had never practiced phone sex, and you understood him. So you took the initiative:

“Michael,” you remembered his name, “do you like being in control and dominating your partner?” you purred.

Michael shook his head as if you could see him.

“No, actually, it’s the opposite. I like when my partner takes care of me. I like it nice and soft,” he felt his cock harden in his pants and instinctively snaked his hand down his crotch to slightly squeeze it.

You briefly made a note “soft, probably sub” on a sticker, brought a pencil to your mouth, and pensively started sucking on the tip. It seemed like you got a new strawberry boy.

“Hmmm, sounds good” he was making a progress indeed, so you made sure to praise him for that, “I would love to take care of you, darling. Tell me what you look like, baby?”

Michael felt hot. Suddenly the temperature in the room increased drastically, and he slowly started unbuttoning his blue linen shirt. He traced the tips of his fingers starting from the prominent collarbones and moving inwards. Gently applying pressure, he whimpered at the sensation. Using a circular motion, he splayed his hand out gently across his chest and brought his fingers together at the pink nipple.

“I’m tall, and that’s why I’m always slouching. My grandma used to be so mad at me for not being able to sit straight, and-...” he paused suddenly realizing what he was saying. “God, I’m sorry, that was absolutely unsexy. I don’t know why I even said that...”

You couldn’t help yourself and giggled in response.

“It’s okay, darling” you hurried to reassure him, “feel free to share whatever you like. I’m listening.”

Michael buried his face in the pillow.

“Okay, okay,” he muttered, “I’m blond, curly-haired, and I have blue eyes, what else...”

You didn’t doubt that he was actually describing himself even though he could have pretended to be whoever he wanted. Most of your clients usually told you that they looked like models or actors, everyone was “tall, skinny, with big 11-inch dick (yes, sure), and pornographic boobs.” You couldn’t blame them for that because it was their fantasy and they had every right to dream about it.

“Baby, you are so pretty,” you told him, “let me lace my fingers through your curls and slightly tug on them so I could kiss that pretty neck of yours.”

Michael involuntary bucked his hips forward, grinding his clothed cock against the sofa.

“I-I-I love neck kisses,” he whispered feeling hot flush wash over him. “And love bites.”

You hummed approvingly. Slowly, step by step, you were going to bring him out from his comfort zone.

“That’s wonderful, kitten” you said twisting a strand of your hair around your finger, “imagine my full lips on your neck. Kissing and sucking on the tender skin. I’d slowly run the tip of my tongue across your throat and bite on your collarbones, mark you as mine. Are you mine, darling?”

You heard a quiet whimper on the other side. Michael’s hand passed the hem of his pants and sneaked inside to wrap around his half-hard cock. His mouth dropped open at the feeling of the velvet skin around the glistening head under his touch.

“Yes, I’d like to be yours.”

“That’s my good boy,” you cooed, “now I want to you touch yourself, baby,” it was like you were reading his mind, and Michael squeezed at the base of his shaft imagining that you were actually watching him.

“Already”, he said brokenly, moving his hand up and down his length smearing the precum.

“You are doing so well, love.” Having worked as a phone sex operator for quite a while, you stopped getting off with your clients, but this time it was different. Maybe it was Michael’s inexperience that got you, or his low, silky voice that sounded hot even when he was apologizing for the unnecessary things, or his appearance that he described. You imagined how nice it would be to have a blond, curly-haired boy on your lap, all flushed with embarrassment and arousal. You started circling your clit with the tips of your fingers through the denim fabric.

“Imagine sitting on my lap, baby,” you couldn’t hold yourself back and miss out on the opportunity to act out that fantasy of yours. “All desperate for me. Rutting your hips back and forth, as my hands cup your ass and squeeze it. Hard.”

Michael’s eyes fluttered open; he lifted his head from the pillow and threw it back at the thought of straddling your thighs, moaning loudly.

“Ugh, please” he whined, jerking himself off. The rough material of the sofa didn’t provide the friction he wanted, and he howled in frustration. “It’s not enough, it’s not enough, please..” he muttered.

You closed your eyes.

“Baby, I want you to take a blanket and put it between your thighs for me. Tell me when you are ready.”

Michael’s trembling hands reached out for his favorite fleece blanket, crumpled it hurriedly and placed it between his thighs. He hooked the waistband of his pants and yanked them down his long legs along with his boxers. A broken moan slipped of his tongue when the tip of his cock brushed against the fuzzy fabric.

“Ready, sweetheart?” you wondered in anticipation. The sweet little mewls escaping the boy’s mouth were driving you crazy. Your pussy was throbbing at the thought of ruining him, messing up his curls, and making those blue eyes water with the unbearable neediness.

“Y-yes”, Michael answered waiting for the next order.

“Now I want you to slowly start humping it”, you said, voice dripping with seduction, “while thinking of my hands sliding down your body, caressing every inch of the exposed skin. C’mon, move your hips in circles.”

His skin felt like it was on fire. His abdomen tensed as he started drawing figure eight with his hips, and he had to bite at the corner of the pillow to muffle his moans.

“Let me hear you,” you whispered while rubbing your clit, “God, I wish I could see you. Tell me how does humping feel, hmm?”

Michael moaned in response. His long fingers formed a fist around the tip of his cock and started sliding up and down the length, matching the thrusts of his hips.

“Feels so good”, he murmured. He licked his dry lips and sighed heavily before asking, “could you, please...argh...” Michael hissed when he accidentally slid his thumb along the slit, “Please...”

“What do you want, Michael?” you urged him to speak up.

“When you asked if I’d been a good boy”, he couldn’t believe he was actually about to ask for that, “you called yourself mommy, and I really liked it,” he rolled his head to the side feeling so damn embarrassed and pathetic.

“Oh, baby,” the boy was insufferable. You spread your pussy and inserted two fingers simultaneously, pumping them in and out, “imagine that it’s mommy’s cunt is clenching around your cock.”

Michael was on all fourth, jerking himself off violently. When a sinful “mommy” rolled off your lips, he bit on his knuckles trying to suppress a desperate squeak.

“I told you not to hold your moans in,” his heart skipped a beat when he heard the stern tone of your voice. “If you want to be quite so desperately, open your mouth and start sucking on your fingers.”

And he obeyed like a good boy. Michael brought his free hand to his lips and stuck his tongue out to lick at the tips of his fingers.

“That’s a good boy”, you moaned at the sloppy sound of his lips sucking on his digits. “Keep going.”

You hoped that he was getting close because your own orgasm started building up inside you with every push of your fingers.

“Mommy, I’m close,” you smiled at Michael’s whimpers. You were definitely in sync.

“I know, baby”, you squeezed your thighs flexing your pelvic floor muscles. “Mommy’s close, too.”

“Please, may I come?” he pleaded, and who were you to refuse him?

“Cum for me, kitten,” you moaned feeling your orgasm unfold, and flooding every cell of your body. “My pretty boy, you’ve been so, so good.”

With a broken cry, Michael let go, and came in his fist, staining his blanket with white stripes despite his attempts not to make it messy. You wished you could have seen his face. Fuck, for the first time you actually wondered what your client looked like.

Michael rolled over on his back. Coming down from his high, he felt ethereal. Starting at the ceiling, he couldn’t believe that a stranger had made him come so hard. He looked at his sticky hand and closed his eyes. Holly shit.

“Thank you,” he whispered and heard your soft chuckle.

“The pleasure was all mine,” you said with a smile and quietly whimpered at the feeling of dump panties between your legs.

You should have already thanked Michael for the call, charged for his time, and hung up, but instead, you were still on the phone with him.

“Hey, listen,” Michael cleared his throat, “is there any way I can contact you later?”

A wide grin spread across your lips.

“Yes, you can use this number. I work from 8 to 11pm.”

You were not going to make it easy for him.

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Villains, Powerful (but Unstable) Characters, and This Idiot.

I didn’t want to hijack this post with a long, “Agreed, but...” because I also find it incredibly annoying when other characters (usually OCs as well, which is a double pet peeve) use the fact that, OOC, nobody is going to godmod anyone, to be blatantly disrespectful or dismissive of canonically powerful or dangerous characters because the player knows the other player can’t do much about it.

The “but” is that this character lost the majority of his ability to even feel fear by his mid-20s due to the type of work he does.

Fear is a generally burnt out circuit for Calleo.

His entire career revolves around being able to handle nasty, complicated, dangerous, and potentially lethal magic which also involves having to be able to handle nasty, complicated, dangerous, and potentially lethal people and both things feed off of fear so he spent years redirecting that particular emotion into calm + respect the power of the thing you're dealing with.

He's not lying if he tells someone he's not afraid of them not so much out of disrespect as it is being honest and guessing, sometimes incorrectly, that the person in question would be more offended if he lied to their face when answering.

However, both honesty and disrespect (and some dangerous/powerful/villain types would view that type of honesty as a form of disrespect) can very easily get your ass kicked and I do let that happen pretty frequently.

He also won't just march up to someone or scoff at them with, "I'm not afraid of you," but if they ask he's likely to tell them that he's not and some other characters do try to put that fear into him.

It doesn't technically work but it does teach him both that the correct answer is yes if it gets asked again and that he can't get away with running his mouth to that person so he just alters how he reacts/acts toward that person to avoid having his ass kicked again.

He's also not stupid and can recognize when someone is dangerous, dangerously unstable, quick to anger/violence, or is someone with a reputation for that behavior and very, very quickly adjusts his attitude and behavior if that person shows up.

I'm gonna drag @tmvoldemort , @absintheabsence and , @punybutpretty over here for this because the way Calleo interacts with each of those three people that he should probably definitely be afraid of is wildly different.

With @tmvoldemort Calleo knew the reputation Voldemort had, he knew that even 15-17 years ago the man was unstable and prone to bouts of violence seemingly out of nowhere, especially if he thought he was being disregarded or treated with disrespect so when they accidentally ended up in the same room after the same thing at the same time, Calleo immediately switched into completely deferential and respectful, including taking a quick mental note of how Voldemort spoke about himself and making sure never to sound like he thought they were 'friends' or anything close to equals.

In that case, it involves never using words like "you" or his name when talking to him, it's always third person (my Lord, him, his, etc...) which occasionally makes him have to stop and think of how to word something so it makes sense or doesn't sound ridiculous but that's better than slipping up, saying "you", and tripping Voldemort's temper.

He's also careful never to sound like he thinks he's smarter, more clever, or just generally better than Voldemort because that would also be stupid; when he shares knowledge that he even remotely suspects Voldemort might not know he always presents it in a, "I'm certain my Lord is already familiar with this, but in case he would like some additional information from recent research..." sort of way and stays well aware of the fine line between being complimentary and coming off as a sycophant. At worst, presenting knowledge-based things that way makes him seem like a super eager, weirdly entertaining little dog--or a kid trying to impress his grandpa, I guess.

He's also extremely careful to make sure he stays useful (or at least entertaining) to Voldemort in enough of a capacity that Voldemort will be less likely to kill him or damage him to the point of incapacitating him because doing that would be inconvenient for Voldemort and if there's one thing Voldemort seems to not enjoy it's purposely inconveniencing himself.

AND he's well aware that if he missteps or misjudges a mood, there's a good chance he'll end up dead.

However, he's still not afraid of Voldemort, he's just carefully respectful of Voldemort’s power, time, and fairly predictable unpredictability (I mean, really, all you have to do is feed him rare books and odd little gifts now and again and tell him he's pretty intelligent and clever.)

I don’t know how to do brevity IC or OOC so....

With @absintheabsence Calleo wasn't necessarily afraid of him at first either but he was wary because, even without the ability to use magic, and even accepting that some of the more dangerous aspects of Grindelwald's personality were directly tied to his extensive use of the Dark Arts, nobody is bound to be even remotely stable or predictable after spending 40+ years in solitary confinement and Calleo had no idea what kind of unstable it was just that his first reaction the first time Grindelwald looked like he was going to shuffle his old self across the cell and grab him, Calleo's immediate response was to back himself up against a wall and pull a wand despite being perfectly conversational with the, "You stay over there, I'll stay over here, and nothing will escalate." type statement.

And he figured out quickly how to recgonize when there was something he could do to derail oncoming instability or at least talk Grindelwald down and avoid something unpredictable and violent and when there was nothing he could do, he just left when it was the latter as he knew perfectly well he could easily end up dead in that situation.

Once it got to the point that he realized Grindelwald couldn't kill him or even do what he'd consider significant damage, even accidentally, and even if he really wanted to in the moment, he stopped leaving. It's not pleasant to stick around, because when it happens, Grindelwald does get amazingly violent, but he'd also rather see that turned outward than inward because when Grindelwald turns in on himself, any progress he's made in terms of improving mental health tends to significantly backslide.

Several times after that point, he has point blank told Grindelwald that he's not afraid of him.

In FB era threads it’s more of a Voldemort situation though he’s way more open with the, “We both know you’re not going to kill me because I’m useful to you, but, if you do decide to kill me I really don’t think I could care less unless I were dead. It’d be nice not to have to do things anymore,” aspect of it, even if he never says it overtly (but he definitely got bloodied up a lot for spending the better part of that nearly year at MACUSA making almost constant puns out of Graves’ name, especially since his reaction to being confronted by Not Graves about it a few years later was, “Oh, it was a grave mistake on my part.” while barely managing to keep a straight face.)

With @punybutpretty it's more--just pointless to be afraid of him because if he's going to do something to either make Calleo's life a living nightmare or just plain kill him, there is not a single thing Calleo could do to stop it. To him, there's no point in being afraid of a situation you can't change, it's just unnecessary stress.

You accidentally catch the attention of someone who is a literal god and who could either turn your reality into a hellscape or just kill you or anything in between, and it's best to just kind of roll with it and hope none of those rolls are a 1.

So, that's what he went with from the start.

And also, when faced with someone who's just messing with (for now) Muggles for fun, Calleo's unfortunate response is usually along the lines of, "HA! Okay, that was hilarious! Let's go find a group of them and see how chaotic it can get because there is nothing in this area and I'm incredibly bored."

#ooc #long post #how to be not afraid of a Big Bad but also still be reasonably respectful of their power #about #roleplaying advice

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