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wisteria-cherry · 1 day
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hawks x reader where reader’s quirk is just bad luck
reader is alone and pretty apathetic and regularly gets into trouble, enter hawks, who’s more than happy to save reader over and over. in fact, he finds it humorous.
they grow close and reader is happier than ever to have someone in their life, even more so when they start dating
but then hawks starts to get bad luck too
at first he laughs it off and it’s fine and he promises he’d never leave reader over a couple mishaps, but then it starts to affect his work
he nearly gets caught as a spy for the league, fails to apprehend a villain for the first time in no one knows when.
their relationship gets turbulent and strained and hawks is trying so hard to make it work and reader wants it to work but knows that for hawks to live a good life and be a good hero he can’t be with them
it can go one of two ways depending on the length of the fic
1. hawks and reader have an incredibly sad breakup
2. reader hears about all for one, who takes quirks from those who don’t want them and gives them to those who do. reader becomes a villain
it’s very la la land esque
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wisteria-cherry · 6 days
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When you say friends you really mean it!?! I have always wanted friends on this app thoes mutual posting things that everyone does with the collaborations 🥺 can we be friends
omg ofc let’s be friends❤️❤️❤️
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wisteria-cherry · 7 days
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if u don’t like la la land i don’t like you
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wisteria-cherry · 7 days
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birthday | k. bakugo
birthday special :)
“katsuki.” you whisper. he lay next to you, sound asleep in his bed that you also happened to be in. as much as he prattled on about how he didn’t wanna get caught with you in his dorm, he never said no when you asked to stay.
“katsuki,” you whisper again after he didn’t stir, louder, rolling on top of him. this time, his eyes squeeze a little tighter, his brow furrows just a little bit.
“kats—“
“what.” katsuki interrupts, his hand shooting up to grab your face. even with his eyes shut, he manages to find it perfectly, and his fingers squish your cheeks, making it just a little harder to speak. finally, he opens his eyes.
“ha’y bir’day.” you say best you can. katsuki drops his hand.
“ugh.”
“it’ll be fun, i promise.”
“i said not to plan anything.”
“i must not’ve heard that.” you grin. you definitely heard that.
“fuck you.”
“c’mon, get up.” you roll off of him and move with the intention of swinging your legs over the side of the bed, but you are abruptly stopped by katsuki’s arm, which coiled around your waist and yanked you back next to him.
“katsuki.” you laugh.
“m’not getting up yet. s’too fuckin’ early.” he grunted, his eyes closed again.
“you don’t know that.”
“i saw the clock, dumbass. you woke me up two hours before my morning training.”
“so we can do things, kats. come on, i wanna make you breakfast.” you squirm against his arm, but his grip is unrelenting.
“like hell. you’re a disaster in the kitchen.”
“not when i’m following a recipe.”
“don’t care. i’m still not getting up.”
“you’re no fun.” you poke his cheek, to which he promptly pushes your hand away annoyedly. of course, he’s never really annoyed.
“s’my birthday. i’m doing what i want.”
“oh, so now you want to celebrate your birthday?” you narrow your eyes.
“no, i want to stay in goddamn bed til i actually need to get up.” katsuki retorted. with a dramatic sigh, you relent.
“if i must. for your sake.” you flop over on top of him, resting your chin on his chest and looking up at him with a smile you know katsuki would call idiotic in a second.
“what?” katsuki looked down at you, raising his head just a little to see you better.
“hi.” your grin widens. katsuki’s frown deepens.
“what’d you do?”
“nothing!” you laugh, scooting up so you could look directly down at his face, and conveniently align your lips with his. katsuki’s expression was skeptical as you leaned down and carefully kissed his chapped lips. katsuki seemed to relax at this, his brow no longer furrowed. his hands moved to your waist just as you pull away.
“your lips are chapped, hold on.” you hum, reaching over to his bedside table to get your chapstick, which you promptly applied and then kissed him again. “better?”
“yeah.” katsuki answered absentmindedly, much more focused on looking up at you as his hands moved up and down your sides.
“now, how about we get out of bed and i can make you breakfast?”
“not a chance.”
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wisteria-cherry · 7 days
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🥹🥹 omg lena
In case I don’t tell you enough, I love you.
a letter from sans directed to you, his lover.
y/n,
it’s been five years since monsterkind was freed from the surface.
it’s been four years since i’ve met you.
it’s april, and i’m still missing you.
maybe it’s stupid of me to miss you considering that i left your house only a few hours ago, and i’m laying in bed writing this on some loose paper i found on my floor while i think of you.
weirdly enough, the silence in my room is now unsettling compared to how calming it used to be. i guess the fan in your room blowing wind on your bed that i’ve yet to see turned off has grown on me. or maybe it’s the rain sounds you always have playing on your tv that clash with the fan that grew on me.
or maybe it’s you that's grown on me.
sometimes when i have a nightmare or i can't sleep i play fan and rain sounds on youtube to help me rest, not even thinking consciously about it anymore. it always just makes me feel like i’m back in bed with you with my eyes closed, waiting for you to come back from the kitchen with the glass of water that you wanted.
i wish that i could sum it up and say i can't find the words to describe how i feel, but that’s a lie. i know exactly how i feel about you.
tracing my phalanges along the little scars and nicks of your skin when i’m next to you never fails to entertain me. neither does running my hand through your hair, or twisting the rings on your fingers, or kissing you quickly for the 1000th time. i never thought i would be fond of that sort of stuff, i never thought i was a guy for any sort of romance.
i guess i just never realized that all i needed was the right person to give it to me. all i needed was you.
i’m not the best writer. even my lab logs from the rare times when i help alphys with her scientific tests are messy and short out. it’s almost like having all these thoughts about you is starting to eat me alive. i guess i have nowhere else to put them but on a piece of paper. if we ever get married one day like i hope we do, i’d like to give this to you. who knows when that will be though, so i guess this letter will just sit in one of my drawers collecting dust until i can give it to you. it kinda sucks to think about the fact that these words might never reach you, but that’s the way life is. it sucks most of the time.
i get this weird sinking feeling in my ribs near where my soul rests sometimes. it’s mostly when i think about how i miss you. sometimes my hand reaches up and brushes up and down my shoulder blade when i’m lying in bed alone, mimicking the motion that your hand does to me all the time when we lay together. i don’t even notice it happens anymore, but when i do and i realize you’re not actually there, that’s when that weird sinking feeling happens. it also happens on the rare thought of you not being in my future one day, even though i know that won't happen. i know you wouldn’t leave me.
i can’t help but wonder what this feeling was before i met you, and why i never got it.
was i just empty all the time?
even though i remember in great detail why my depression was so bad back then, back before i met you, i guess these happy years with everyone have slowly washed away that feeling. i felt so horrible for so long, and i didn’t care to ever try and get better because there was no point back then, but for some reason whenever i try to think of what was there in my life that i had like this, it’s almost numbed away from my memories. it’s like a bad nightmare that got washed away with the morning light.
that’s not to say i’m not thankful and glad i’m doing better now. sure, i’m still working things out, but who isn’t? i don’t think i wouldn’t have ever actually gotten help if it wasn’t for you, though. you’re really the only person who's ever seen me so clearly. i love how i don’t even have to tell you if something is wrong anymore, you just look at me and know. did you know that i’ve never had anyone take the time to notice the small difference between my genuine smile versus my resting and permanent one? the day you pointed that out to me was the day i realized i liked you.
i also thought it would take me a while to realize when i liked someone seriously. i think the last time i ever had a crush was… actually, i can’t remember. in the movies and books, it’s always the same scenario of ‘i like you but i haven’t liked anyone before so i don’t realize i like you until it’s too late’ but that wasn’t the case. i knew the moment i liked you.
it was this odd twinge in me that just kinda sprung throughout my bones. i think it’s the same equivalent of getting butterflies in your stomach, but without a stomach. i noticed your looks before, and i guess this sounds weird to say, but it was like after so long of friendship that i actually… noticed you.
you looked so beautiful, and you still do.
the shock at work and from other people was really funny when they found out we were dating. i don’t think they ever actually thought i’d find someone to settle down with. our friends knew better though. as shocked as our friends tried to act, it was pretty obvious that they were expecting it. i can’t believe it was that obvious that we liked each other.
there’s no big resolution to writing this. i just felt like writing it so that i could share the feelings i feel about you but that i forget to say when we are around each other. it’s not like i can get a single word in with how much you smooch on me though. not that i mind.
it’s not to say that if my puns ever get too much for you, or if you decide that i’m too lazy and you feel like you can’t leave, you can. i just really don’t want you to. i have a strong feeling that you don’t ever want to leave either.
i can’t wait to see how the rest of our lives turn out together. when we move in, get married, and just enjoy each other’s time. i know it’s crazy to hear from me, but i can’t wait to do the dishes with you and put away the laundry as you fold it. i can’t wait to enjoy your company every day one day. i know it’s a bit selfish, but i hope that things stay like this forever.
i hope that you get to read this one day, and in case i don’t tell you enough, i love you.
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wisteria-cherry · 12 days
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relapsed🫶
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wisteria-cherry · 14 days
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a finnick odair fic where reader is a capitolite, aged somewhere around 18 where finnick is still a forced pr0stitute
reader buys his time but as it turns out they’re looking to overthrow snow, and so asks that finnick gather secrets for them that would aid them
this is what initiates finnick’s love for secrets in the actual trilogy bc 1) he sees their worth as opposed to money and 2) they remind him of reader
and then reader dies at the end womp womp
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wisteria-cherry · 18 days
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i’m so in love with finnick odair
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wisteria-cherry · 18 days
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please write more barty jr im gnawing at my enclosure
Can i request Barty crouch jr x Reader when she's also a death eater, And they met immediately when Barty joined the dark lord, where she also have big daddy issues. Something like, they started liking each other from the very beginning, and it's turning into something like love? Obsession? Both?
did no one refill y’all’s food bowls :(
jealous! barty jr x reader
yall if this is your relationship please break it off this is so incredibly toxic
you don’t know whether what you and barty have is love or not
the two of you met at a death eater gathering. the two of you were with your respective families, and you were in a perfectly sour mood, as voldemort was currently praising your father.
you hated your father. although the both of you willingly served the dark lord, it was your father’s first priority, even more so than his own family. any time you did anything that was slightly critical of said dark lord, it was an immediate scolding. your earliest memory of this was when you were six, when you asked your mother why voldemort’s nose looked so funny, and, although your mother had laughed, your father had overheard you and become enraged. you vividly remember his thunderous voice, stinging your eardrums as he bellowed at you to never insult his name again.
barty, although he had his own problems with his parents, was not so tethered by them, so he was perfectly fine to subtly move closer to you in the crowd. he caught your gaze, and you glanced at your mother (who was totally focused on your father) and moved discreetly towards barty as well. the two of you exchanged conversation, and thus began your relationship.
you began dating him within a week, which, as your mother concernedly pointed out, was quite fast. these sentiments were soon forgotten when she discovered who exactly he was.
the first thing you discovered about barty was that he was jealous
he insisted that all your dates be home dates, sitting in his or your bedroom (preferably his, as you didn’t need your father prying into your love life) and just talking, maybe reading.
he claimed that he didn’t want any “filthy” men to lay their eyes on you or try to whisk you away in the scummy way men tended to do
so you believed him, naturally. after all, he had your best interests at heart.
sometimes you’d wear something a little revealing, perhaps a dress robe or a dress with just a little too much of your chest showing
he’d yell, and it’d be scary.
however, this is where you preferred him to your father: barty was so sweet afterwards. gentle words and forehead kisses soothed any anxieties you had after getting yelled at.
that was another thing
yours and barty’s relationship was so incredibly physical. when you were with him, you hardly did anything besides making out of having a steamy session. of course, this was barty’s love language, as he would one day tell you when you asked why you never did anything else, like go to dinner or take a walk together.
his hands were always, always on you.
his obsession with you, his infatuation— it rubbed off on you soon enough.
you found yourself getting jealous. you felt your entire body burning when you saw any girl approach barty, whether at a ball or at a gathering.
you’d get so upset that you’d leave the event early, pulling barty along with you so that he could give you the attention you deserved.
it wasn’t until you talked to narcissa black that you realized it might not be love.
of course, you’d never tell narcissa. if you told her she was right, you knew she’d try to convince you to break it off.
but, truth is, you could never leave barty.
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wisteria-cherry · 20 days
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yall i’m back on georgie cooper
when sheldon faked being sick and georgie came to check on him😭😭
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wisteria-cherry · 23 days
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was your boop paw color also black like the cat in your pfp?
perhaps🫢
we love jiji😤
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wisteria-cherry · 26 days
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Boop :]
:O
i have been booped
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wisteria-cherry · 27 days
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🫶🫶hi
waiting to find someone willing to rp story-style marauders era where we’re best friends and me + sirius and you + ur marauder of choice and we can be best friends dating best friends😕
don’t be shy. comment. do it i dare you. lets do it.
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wisteria-cherry · 1 month
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i’m weak for men who are good with children
you guys i’m being so fr georgie cooper is just ugh
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wisteria-cherry · 1 month
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THE WAY SHELDON OFFERS HIM A TRICK CAN AND HE KNOWS ITS A TRICK CAN BUT HE STILL OPENS IT FOR SHELDON’S SAKE
you guys i’m being so fr georgie cooper is just ugh
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wisteria-cherry · 1 month
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you guys i’m being so fr georgie cooper is just ugh
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wisteria-cherry · 1 month
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waiting for hockey player marauders era sirius x reader fics to find my fyp
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