#( hiya :3 thank u for the angst )

[thepersonnamedsam]

hello! i was hoping I could request something between gen z reader x the grid where she gets an anxiety attack or gets really anxious during press and how they would react or try to help her, could be due to something about the race or personal, love uuu<3

you’re gonna go far

pairing: the genz!driver x '23!grid

summary: social anxiety and social stuff don’t mix very well

word count: 2.3k

warnings: anxiety attack, angst, sexist comments

note: hiya!! yk i love your requests!! thank u <3

i have social anxiety myself, it’s written from my perspective - anxiety is experienced very different, pls remember that! and pls respect anyone who is experiencing anxiety or any mental disorder that is!

masterlist / taglist

We ain’t angry at you, love, you’re the greatest thing we‘ve lost.

The song blasted through her ears, tears started forming in her eyes. She missed home, so, so much. She felt guilty to leave all her friends and family at home to pursue her dreams. And this song, written by the brilliant Noah Kahan, just always made her cry and think about her hometown.

Well, maybe not always, mostly the days her anxiety sparks up - and today was one of those days. Usually media didn’t stress her out, but today was different. Her mood shifted and hyper sensitive, overstimulated and overwhelmed. And she usually had someone she trusted by her side at media, but not today. Today was just shit.

Paired with Lance, Kevin, Sergio and Niko, she just wished the day would be over. She was just glad that Daniel, Max, Oscar and Lewis would be after her, they would maybe wait for them to finish, so she could see them.

She was trying to help her calm down. Thinking about good possibilities and not bad ones. Not about how she would sit stiff and uncomfortable between Lance and Sergio. Or how she and Niko never really got along. Or how she couldn’t seek refuge in a known face. Or how she had to answer all the questions by herself and not have Max there to defend her and be her bodyguard. 

And she was doing it again.

What was she gonna do? Breath, just breath - that’s what she told herself. She was in desperate need for a break. She knew what she was getting herself into, but it was still so very much. She was glad that Hungary was the second last race before the summer pause. She would go home, maybe vacation a bit, but definitely head home and see her friends and family.

Her feet dragged her through the media pit against her will. She didn’t want to go there, she just wanted to curl up in her bed with a good book and some music. Her headphones still present on her head, at least she had her music.

She was so focused on the words of You’re gonna go far that she didn’t see Lance in her peripheral vision. He patted her on her back and she flinched as he passed her. He gave her a funny look as she just gave him a shy smile.

She sighed, she didn’t know how she could face this day. She wished she had Lewis or Max or Danny by her side, someone to lean on, someone who would protect her and help her out. But she was all alone in this world right now. That’s what she thought at least.

Sat next to her was Kevin and Sergio. Her leg was bouncing, her fingers couldn’t stop picking at her nails. Her breathing was fast. She knew that things would turn out bad pretty fast. She just knew it.

„So, the next question is for y/n. Seeing as you’re the only woman on the grid, do you feel intimidated by all of the men or do you actually like the challenge?“

Her mind raced. What? She wished for Max who would give a sassy comeback or for Lewis to out the comment as borderline sexist. Or just anyone to stand up for her at that moment, but no one did.

„Uh, thank you for your question. Uhm, I am not the only woman on the grid. There are lots of women working behind the scenes - mechanics, engineers, catering, strategists, everything. So, to answer your question, no, I don’t feel intimidated, because I know that I come from a powerful gender.“

Her answer was clip and clear, not even her voice was shaking, which she half expected to. But the interviewer grew visibly irritated.

„Can you go into it a bit more? Or could you please comment on the statement Christian Horner did? Here, I’ll refresh your mind: F1 is bringing in a young generation. It’s bringing in a lot of young girls because of all these great-looking young drivers.“

What had that to do with his question beforehand? Horner made that statement a longer time ago?

„Uhm yes, obviously we all know Christian by now, don’t we?“, she nervously laughed. „But uhm, he is obviously still wrong, like I originally commented when he first made that statement“ Her eyes were searching for something or someone familiar, but she couldn’t. Her vision occupied by interviewers and flashing cameras.

Her breath started to get faster, She tried to breath through her nose, not make it too obvious that she was having a moment. This would make headlines. Female driver gets anxiety attack whilst commenting on sexist statements.

Why wasn’t Lewis there? He knew what to do. He had caught her like this before - breathing rapid, fists clenched and fingers white. Eyes not focusing on anything particular and her chest heaving up and down from all her heavy breathing.

It was after she had found out that people were speculating about her - specifically that she had to sleep with her or any team principal to get her seat in F1. Her head was leaned against the wall, her knees pulled to her chest and her body was rocking back and forth.

„y/n, y/n, listen, look at me. Listen to me, can you please look at me, love?“, he pleaded. And when she finally did, Lewis let out a breath of relief. „Okay, look at me, darling, and follow my breathing, yes? It’s easy, you can do it, I believe in you.“

He grabbed her hands and put them to his own chest, so she could feel his breathing. Feel his calm heartbeat, even though he felt anything opposite calm. He looked her deep into her eyes and tried to reassure that everything was going to be alright.

„You’re gonna go far, y/n, listen to me, I know it, you’re gonna make it far.“

Her breathing had normalised and the tears stuck in her eyes, finally flowed down her cheeks. The soon turned into full on sobs and the older driver hugged the younger one. Embracing her and reassuring her, that none of the drivers would have believed the tabloids - they’ve seen her driving and know very well why she got offered her seat in F1.

She had thanked him about a thousand times and made him promise not to ever tell anyone. But if somebody else knew, maybe they could’ve helped her in this situation.

But luckily for y/n, this was all broadcast live, well, maybe not for her per se, because she knew about too many people were watching her lose herself on live television and her PR manager couldn’t just pull some magic strings to not have this air, but what she didn’t know was, that Seb was watching - her specifically.

And he did the only reasonable thing he could do, he called Lewis.

„Hey dude, what’s up? Haven’t heard from you in a long time. How’s retirement treating you?“ Lewis had a lot of questions for the German. The later laughed a bit, but turned serious pretty quickly. „Listen, I’m watching the pre-race interviews right now-“ Lewis interrupted him: „Yeah? I’m on next, you should definitely wait and see me on TV then.“

„Yeah that’s great Lew, but y/n is on right now. I think- no I’m pretty sure she’s having an anxiety attack on live television.“

Lewis was silent for a moment. „She is having what?“ - „An anxiety attack, you know what that is? It’s, uhm, when you get too overwhelmed and your psyche tells you that you’re experiencing immense fear at the moment and“, Lewis was tuning him out.

She was having an anxiety attack? Right now? During the pre-race interview? He had to help her.

„I’m on my way, thanks Seb“, and he hung up. He had to get there as fast as he could. Sprinting through the entire paddock to the media pin. On the way he almost crashed into Max, who was also making his way to the pin, Daniel by his side. The only looked at Lewis weird but soon we’re running with him, as he shouted: „It’s y/n!“

They arrived but no one wanted to let them in: „It’s not your turn yet, they’re still going. You have to wait until it’s your turn, you’ll be on in 10.“

„Listen, y/n, if you’re reacting this way to my question, you’re clearly not made for this sport, maybe you should go into something more ladylike, like horseback riding or tennis, at least you’d look pretty there.“

„And you’re clearly not made to interviews, asshole!“

All of them heard, the viewers heard, the drivers heard, the interviewers heard, but y/n was the only one who didn’t hear it.

Maybe you should go into something more ladylike, like horseback riding or tennis, at least you’d look pretty there. That was all she could hear. At least you’d look pretty there.

The other drives next to y/n didn’t know what to do. Their colleague was definitely having a though time, but they didn’t know how to help, they opted to just tilt their heads towards the floor and look just as uncomfortable as everyone in the room did - but no one stood up for her, expect Max.

„Maybe you should just fucking leave this pit before I will bash your disgusting face. Maybe you should scramble and flee. Maybe you should eat your on dick as you seem to like to put tiny and degrading things in your mouth. Maybe-“, Daniel stopped him, Max has said enough and made his point.

Lewis was already making his way up to her. Scooping her up and carrying her out of the pit.

At least you’d look pretty.

The sentence was going through her head like a loop, like a vinyl that’s broken and repeats all the worst parts. She felt like a broken record - cracked and well, broken.

„She‘s hyperventilating“, Danial pointed out. „Yeah no shit, sherlock.“ - „Max, let’s just focus on her right now, okay?“, the seven time world champion told the two time world champion. „Who’s garage is the nearest?“, Lewis asked into the round. „The Ferrari one is the first one on the grid“, Daniel said. „Let’s go then.“

Daniel led the way, fetching Lando on the way, she’d appreciate the support from the youngster. Even though he complained a lot to Danny.

„Don’t look, don’t look, we’re just passing through“, Daniel said as he tried to shield her and Lewis from all the cameras in the Ferrari garage. „What are you guys doing here?“, Carlos questioned, but as soon as he saw the crying mess in Lewis‘ arms he helped Daniel shield y/n. Carlos led them to Charles‘ side of the garage, as he had his closed off for anyone from the outside.

„What’s going on?“, a confused Charles asked the group now standing in his garage. „Charles, we need to go somewhere quiet, is that possible?“, Lewis asked the Ferrari driver. He nodded and led them to his drivers room, even though it was pretty tiny and probably wouldn’t fit all of them in it.

They set y/n on his sofa and Lewis was hovering in front of her. Lando sat on her right side, while Max was on her left. He took her hand in his, squeezing it, so she knew that he was there. „Hey y/n look at me. We’re in Charles‘ drivers room, in the Ferrari garage. Away from the media pit, okay? You’re safe with us now“, Lewis told her. „Breath with us.“

„In and out, just like that, darling, follow Lewis‘ breathing“, Daniel complimented y/n. „You’re doing great, shatje. So, so great. We’re all so proud of you.“

„You can let it all out, we won’t judge you“, Charles told her and just as he did, the dam broke. Her tears fell down onto her knees, she sobbed uncontrollably. She leaned her head on Landos shoulder and he pulled her close into his side. „You’re doing so well, love.“ - „Just keep breathing, don’t forget to breath“, Carlos told her. He was standing in the doorway with Charles, acting as bodyguards.

Danny walked around the room, trying to find something for y/n to drink out of. „Hey Charles, do you have some water or a bottle?“ The driver clad in red reacted fast and brought the Australian a tall glass of water. He brought y/n the glass and she had to stop crying to drink. Afterwards she got the hiccups. „There, there love, everything’s okay“, Lewis took her glass and patted her knee. „Remember what I told you? You’re gonna go far, okay? Don’t let that prick tell you otherwise.“

„At least you’d look pretty there.“

„Huh?“, the room asked, as she mumbled the sentence.

„At least you’d look pretty there. That’s what he said“, she looked up from her seat, to the room full of supporting people. „At least you’d look pretty.“

Max was so angry again, he could’ve killed that man, if it wasn’t for Daniel holding him back. „I am going to kill that man“, Max growled. y/n giggled: „Maxie, don’t, he doesn’t deserve death. He deserves to live a long, pitiful life.“

„We’re glad you’re laughing again, y/n“, Charles said. „Yes, very much so.“ Everyone agreed with Charles. „I love you guys, but how’d you even know that I was having a tough time?“, y/n asked confused. Lewis had to laugh: „Seb called me. Said he saw you on the TV all riled up and ready to cry and that I should already be on my way to help you, but I talked over him the whole time“ He scratched his neck and y/n laughed a loud belly laugh. „That’s so typical!“

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[betterinvienna]

" too far off " ; hayakawa aki

synopsis — in a world without you, aki is haunted by your absence though it is never truly silent | (aki x gn!reader)

song inspo — funeral by phoebe bridgers

tags — light angst (?), pre-gundevil

content warnings — selfharm-ish (?), grief, death (occurrence not detailed)

word count — 455

authors note — hiya ... this is my first fic like ever & i haven't even touched the angst topic. i just love csm. i wrote this in a day and didn't proofread any of it so don't b 2 brutal in the cmnts </3 thank u for reading - and maybe request something - i love writing off of prompts ^__^

She’s dead. She’s dead. She’s gone. She’s dead.

It’s been a year – maybe a little over it – but it’s 4 AM, and Hayakawa Aki remembers you. Every bit, follicle, scar, curve, and pore, like you were yesterday. Running a hand over his face to quiet his incessant thoughts, he, unfortunately, drifts off to sleep, the sick feeling – dread – in the pit of his stomach festering like an ugly wound. Like all of the other nights, he dreams the same dream, nightmares the same nightmare. He doesn’t need an explanation for it. After a certain point, he began to lose the hope that it isn’t just a meaningless hell.

It’s the one where he’s awfully lucid, standing in the middle of the ocean, and you’re just arm’s length away from his shivering body. But no matter how far he reaches, which angle he contorts his body, how loud he yells your name, he can’t touch you. This time, he doesn’t attempt any of his desperate antics and watches you quietly as the transparent waves crash against you and your head cranes around – but never enough “around” to make its way behind you, to see who awaits you. Who awaited you. God. Why not pick someone else to torment?

Unfortunately, you never do. 

Aki drags himself out of bed and into the kitchen he shares with his subordinates, choosing to ignore the spaghetti-stained plates in the sink and the sticky spills on the counter as he grabs a mug and shuffles his way to the tap. She’s dead. She’s dead. She’s dead. For the past 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, 8,760 hours — it’s been a constant loop. She’s dead. She’s gone. She’s dead. She – he gulps down his water, a bit too much of it, and it pushes against his throat and burns him as hard liquor would. To Aki, that hurt is good. An all too welcome distraction. If he digs his nails into his forearm a little more, scratches the side of his head with a bit more fervor, maybe you’ll knock on his door with that pretty smile of yours again.

But you don’t. You won’t, and never will again.

The coppery taste of blood fills his mouth only after he relaxes his jaw and relents the attack against his tongue, allowing a caring glance to the eerily silent door of Power and Denji’s room before stepping out into the balcony to light a cigarette. You hated cigarettes, he knows – but you’re not here to tell him off for the action anymore, so he flips lid on the shiny black lighter and sets the ceramic mug aside to grab one from his back pocket. 

After all, you’re gone, aren’t you?

[idkanametoputhere]

hiya!

may i request the howswardens with an s/o who has suffered an accident and has been in a coma, and how they react when the s/o first awakens?

bonus if the first thing s/o says when they come back is the housewardens' name...

feel free to ignore if this makes u uncomfy, love ur works byeeee

first of all, hi, hello. secondly, thank uuu<3 and thirdly OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA THIS IS DEFINETLY MY CUP OF TEA SO, AHEM

future mid: I'm sorry but I didn't add idia or malleus, the latter cause I don't have any idea on how to write him and the former just cause I'm lazy (and he's the second most difficult to write out of the housewardens)

type: little angst/comfort(?)

pronouns: they/them

characters: housewardens (minus idia and malleus)

tw: being in a coma, probably a long ass post

masterlist&lt;3

riddle rosehearts

riddle was distraught when he found out his significant other was in a coma. and it was obvious

one second he was extremely strict with the rules, even worse than how he was before overblotting, going as far as to take someone's head for things that weren't even rules

the next second he was careless, indifferent, distant. the sadness was evident on his face and as much as he tried to put on a face that said that he was not affected, he was. oh trust me, he was

he wished he could visit his partner and stay by their side, but he was busy. being a housewarden and a model student came with a lot of work, so he had to settle for just visiting them once a day, or once every two days

he always asked the nurse about his partner's condition, he wanted -no scratch that- he needed to know how his partner was

he was so worried, the poor guy could not take his mind off his partner for a single second

and then a miracle happened, they woke up

he wasn't there when it happened, no

he and the rest of his dorm were holding an unbirthday party, as much as he didn't feel like doing that tradition is tradition

and then some random student came in, running through the gardens of heartslabyul and managing to irritate the housewarden with his rude interruption

"housewarden rosehearts!" said the student, bowing at the second year. "the nurse is asking to see you, they said it's urgent"

that sentence was enough for the guy to almost drop his teacup. riddle stood up and politely excused himself, leaving trey to be in charge of the party as he almost ran to the nurse's office. worry was bubbling inside of him. I mean, what if something happened to his beloved?

"excuse me" he said as he reached the nurse's office "you called for me" he asked, unable to mask his worry

"rosehearts! yes I did"

"they woke up and first thing they did was call out for you"

huh?

the boy was so shocked and so filled with emotions that he didn't even realize when the nurse led him to the bed of his significant other. and there they were, sitting up and drinking some water

"riddle!" was what snapped him out of his trance, a voice he hadn't heard in a while calling out to him. he said their name, still shocked as he sat down to a chair next to the bed and gently touched their arm, as if putting the slightest bit of pressure on them would put them back to sleep

but they hugged him, forcefully dragging him off the chair. and it was all too much, the poor boy started crying, small sobs escaping from his mouth. "please, tell me you are okay" he said as he held his partner, loving the feeling of an embrace that he would never take for granted ever again

leona kingcholar

it wasn't uncommon for the housewarden of savannaclaw to be staying in and not going to class, I mean c'mon, everyone knows that ruggie is the one running around doing any job that is asked of him

but what was uncommon was for him to be laying awake in bed, not sleeping just laying

if he slept he saw nightmares, his partner in a comma flat-lining, their heart not beating anymore. if he was awake he was worried, his mind running off to the worst case scenario

the nightmares were so realistic. many nights he woke up in cold sweat, panicking and his heart beating so fast it could break, not from love but from fear

before the accident he would find comfort in his lovers arms, cuddling with eachother as their worries faded into the air that was full of love

that feeling, that's the one he was afraid of losing

he tried to visit, he couldn't always visit but he tried to. he didn't stay for long though. he tried to but he just couldn't. the images from his nightmares were flooding his mind, making him unable to see his lover on their bed, or according to his dreams, their deathbed

and then one day, just as the nightmares startent intruding into his mind, just as he was about to leave, he heard some shuffling

once, twice, his partner moved three times before opening their eyes, the ones that looked at him with so much love

they blinked once, twice and then

"leona?"

that's the once he had missed so much. the one that would shoot playful remarks at him during the day, and sing heartfelt praises to him at night

but they hadnt seen him

they hadn't turned their head, they were just calling out to him

oh he was so relieved. he headed straight to his partner and hugged them, resting his chin on their shoulders as they were embracing one another

don't blame him though, he thought he lost one of the only people who seemed to find him important. he was never going to feel that fear of them leaving again

azul ashengrotto

azul was scared

his lover, his partner, the one accepted him and loved him in coma?

he was not good mentally. overworking himself as mich as his mind and body could handle, getting annoyed at any minor mistake the employees of monstro lounge made, locking himself in the VIP room and doing paperwork so much that environmentalists came for his ass for using so much paper

he was not doing so well

and his mental health was so bad that it even affected the leech twins, one constantly complaining about how irritable and "not fun" he was, while the other seeing it as inconvenient

he didn't visit his partner, he wanted to but he was scared. scared that one day he'd walk in the room and see his lover dead, their face way paler than it's usual colour, their chest now still, no air going in their lungs

and one day there's a knock on his VIP room, the vice of octavenille walking in. Azul was annoyed, he wanted no interruption from his work

jade took a second to look at his housewarden, dark circles underneath his eyes, which were red from the lack of sleep, his posture bad from how bad his limps hurt

and then he heard the news. apparently his significant other was awake. he stormed out of the lounge the second he heard that, not believing until he actually saw it

and when he arrived the nurse wasn't there, only the assistant being there. they pointed at a chair for him to sit at as they told him to wait for their partner's check up to be finished

"you know, they asked about you the second they woke up" spoke the assistant as they looked between a computer screen and a notebook they were writing in

"excuse me?"

"yeah, they opened their eyes and as we rushed in to check up on them they asked were you were"

the boy was shocked

did you really think so highly of him that your first instict upon waking up was calling him? was he really that worthy?

and then his trail of thought was cut short by the nurse stepping in and telling him he can go visit his beloved

and we'll, you can imagine how that ended up. lets just say there was a lot of tears and meaningful, long lasting embraces

kalim al-asim

POOR KALIM

the sweet boy was heartbroken. his tears flowed like a river at anything and everything that reminded him of his beloved sunshine

during the day he spent as much time as he could by his partner's side, until jamil pulled him off of that god forsaken chair next by the bed of the comatosed person

at some nights, whenever he managed not to get noticed by the vice housewarden, he snuck out and went on long carpet rides, just like he used to do with his partner

he was horrified

the mere thought of his partner never waking up again petrified him, making cold sweat run down his forehead and tears blur his vision

but one day, as jamil was at basketball club practice, when he was supposed to be practicing with his club, he had skipped to be with his partner

his eyes were closed but puffy from all the tears, his hand on his partner's bed as he sat on the chair he had grown oh-so familiar with, the slumber caused by the exhaustion of the crying he did

"..lim?"

"kalim?"

at first he thought it was jamil, or maybe the nurse that was waking him up. but hold up. he knew that soft voice. it was raspier than normal, but that was definetly the voice he knew and loved

so when he opened his ruby eyes just to see his partner staring back at him, awake? he was crying, someone had opened the faucet of the tears of joy and relief

that day he didn't let his partner go until he was forcefully pulled away from them. after that he spoiled them rotten, making up for all th gifts he couldn't give to them

vil schoenheit

another one who filled his schedule to the brim

acting offers? accepted

they want him on a commercial? he's getting ready

he has to fly out for something? he has already packed his suitcase

at first glance he seems unaffected. he just happens to coincidentally be way busier nowadays. but you know, normal actor stuff

of course that didn't fool the vice housewarden of pomefiore, who was growing more and more worried about his gorgeous housewarden even day. he'll even vil's manager was worried

and vil was barely even seen at campus anymore, too busy with his career

he didn't visit. he couldn't bring himself to do it. so he put up that "unaffected" facade, but everyone could notice his smile faltering for a second when he was asked about his lover

and then, during a photoshoot he gets a call from rook, the latter telling him that his partner had woken up and was looking for him

he didn't care about anything else. he dropped whatever he was doing and got back to nrc as quickly as he could

when he arrived back and found his partner he hugged them tightly, he didn't say anything nor did he cry, but his embrace was strong enough to let his lover know that he never wanted either of them to go through that ever again

a/n: I got a tinyyyy bit carried away lol

[sublimecatgalaxy]

♥️ Eddie Munson Masterlist ♥️

This is a masterlist dedicated to things I've written about Eddie Munson.

Check out my Prompt List and my Character List in my Masterpost which is pinned for more info on who I write for and some inspiration for requests.

Waiting on You: 

Summary/Request: “EDDIE MUNSON FLUFF EDDIE MUNSON FLUFF EDDIE MUNSON FLUFF EDDIE MUNSON FLUFF”

Big Deal:

 Summary/Request: “Eddie Munson using toys on the reader or vice versa pleaseeee I’m a feen for him 😶”

Betrayed: 

Summary/Request: “16. 'I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.’ With Eddie ♥️”

Unfair: 

Summary/Request: “We saw the handcuffs in Eddie’s room….make it happen. Doesn’t even need to be super smutty 😈”

Braids: 

Summary/Request: “Please Eddie Munson and reader fluff, fluff and more fluff!!!”

Obsessed With It All: 

Summary/Request: “Hi, something spicy with Eddie and the prompt : 15. 'How does that feel?’ 😝”

Jeckel and Hyde: 

Summary/Request: “eddie and Dustin’s sister with a jackie and hyde kind of vibes? maybe dustin finds out and is shocked?”

Overprotective:

Summary/Request: "Hi! Could i request prompt 2, 3 and 15 with trope 15 for Eddie Munson (stranger things)?"

Make Me Melt:

Summary/Request: "Hey, i was wondering if you could make a Eddie Munson & a plus-size girl or reader ? Write everything you want, with smut or not :)"

Piss Off Your Parents:

Summary/Request: "Fic about Eddie with inspo from the song 18 by Anarbor 😉"

Henderson:

Summary/Request: "eddie and henderson!reader absolutely tormenting dustin with their relationship, maybe throw steve in just perplexed by the relationship?"

S&M Freakshow:

Summary/Request: "Prompts 13 and 24 with Eddie."

Lucky Guy:

Summary/Request: "Taking bestfriend!eddie shopping and you end up fucking in a dressing room"

Smoke Sesh:

Summary/Request: "Eddie having a smoke sesh (preferably weed) with the reader when they are supposed to be “studying” ?"

Separation Anxiety:

Summary/Request: "Eddie getting super attached and clingy with reader during and following everything that happened with vecna?"

Fighting For Your Hand: Part 2

Summary/Request: "Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson fighting for the readers attention and love, possibly with two different endings for each?"

Let It Slip:

Summary/Request: "steve and dustin accidentally letting it slip that reader is into eddie? reader maybe also wanting to kill the two of them?"

Flowers:

Summary/Request: "eddie munson comforting the reader when they’re having a bad day?"

Jealousy:

Summary/Request: "Can you do 10 from the tropes with a 19 from the qoutes for Eddie please ❣️"

Lying:

Summary/Request: "Hiya bestie, hope your doing well and staying hydrated! My current daydream is a lovely mix of 17. Miscommunication and reader telling Daryl D or Eddie M they are pregnant (angst/comfort vibe) Totally understand of you don't wanna."

Haircut:

Summary/Request: "Eddie getting his hair cut short like Josephs hair in Make Up,"

More Than That: Part 2

Summary/Request: "Eddie cumming too quick?"

Insufferable:

Summary/Request: "shower s3x with eddie please! :)"

Just Friends:

Summary/Request: "eddie munson blurb with prompt 20, and trope 6?"

Storyteller Part 2

Summary/Request: "Hiii, how are u? Hope you are doing well! I was wondering if you would like to write an imagine where Eddie is doing a dirty talk with the reader. Thank u <3"

Off Limits:

Summary/Request: "steve walking in on sister!reader and eddie doing the nasty👀"

Drunk In Love:

Summary/Request: "heyy, how are you? can i ask a fic with eddie where yn goes to a party without him, cause its not really his scene (his words) and when its over yn just misses him sm and cant wait to be wrapped around his arms🥰"

Fidgety:

Summary/Request: "So this is an odd request, but could you do Eddie where the reader picks at the skin, or bites their nails, and Eddie goes on a rant about DnD to distract them? It's just an idea I've had and your writing is amazing, so I was wondering how it would turn out!"

Case In Point:

Summary/Request: "reader finds out that eddie sells drugs and he gets scared cause he thinks that they’re gonna dump him"

Giraffe:

Summary/Request: "5’0 y/n next to 5’11 Eddie- like the height difference 😫"

Hurt:

Summary/Request: "can you do a Eddie Munson x Reader where the reader gets a sprained wrist and he helps her."

Panicked:

Summary/Request: "eddie calming down the reader when they’re having a panic attack? or just calming them down when they get frustrated of some sort."

Faithful Follower:

Summary/Request: "Second, can I request a story where Eddie says “sweetheart, In my mind we’ve already fucked”?"

Confession:

Summary/Request: "reader and eddie where one if them yells "because I'm in love with you!" possibly while fighting or someone is going to do something dangerous?"

Pause The Campaign:

Summary/Request: "eddie munson x reader , both stay after school for their club (you can pick the reader’s club🤭) reader has a panic attack during their club so they go to the room the hellfire club is having their campaign and eddie pauses everything immediately to make sure reader is okay"

Submission:

Summary/Request: "Please you’re my only hope 😂😂 I’ve seen like ZERO sub Eddie fics and I have a deep need for some sub Eddie smut ❤️❤️"

Bad Guy:

Summary/Request: "Can I request Eddie Munson with the prompt 'Just cuz I'm the bad guy doesn't mean I'm a bad guy.' also I love ur work sm!!"

Infected:

Summary/Request: "Could you maybe do an Eddie fic where he takes care of the reader when they are feeling horrible? No specifics needed if you’re not up for that!❤️"

Dirty Mind:

Summary/Request: "could you do a eddie x reader fic where the hellfire club make a lot of dirty jokes abt their relationship, but the reader is more book smart than social, therefore having to ask eddie what certain terms mean? ik this is probably weird, but this literally happens to me on a daily 💀😭"

Little Alien:

Summary/Request: "Teen dad eddie??"

Lived:

Summary/Request: "Something soft w Eddie but like he survives the upside down! Like just almost comforting reader that he’s not going anywhere."

Business and Pleasure:

Summary/Request: "can you do eddie munson x reader with prompt 21?"

Silly Idiot:

Summary/Request: "I was wondering if you could write something fluff for Eddie Munson where he says that he loves you for the first time? I just think it would be adorable 🥺"

Best Bed-and-Breakfast:

Summary/Request: "can i request reader having family problems and her mom does something that makes her very upset so she goes to eddie for comfort?"

Teenagers Scare The Living Shit Out Of Me:

Summary/Request: "eddie being a dad with a teenage girl? I wanna see how you would portray his reactions LMAOO"

Chivalry Isn’t Dead:

Summary/Request: "Can I please get prompt #25 and trope #1 with Eddie"

Doped Up and Sore:

Summary/Request: "Hi lovie :,) was wondering if you could write eddie helping reader after knee surgery as I’m preparing for mine next week. If not that’s okay! Love you 🫶🏽🦋"

Superpowers:

Summary/Request: "eddie fic where reader is like eleven (they escaped together, are close like sisters, but reader stayed in hawkins.) And something happens where reader uses her telekinesis to save eddie"

Secret guy:

Summary/Request: "Hi! How are you? I hope you are doing well <3. So I was thinking about a story where Gareth has a crush on y/n who is secretly dating Eddie. And when eddie discovers this crush on y/n he is suuuper jealous.

Type 1:

Summary/Request: "can you write headcanons about a type 1 diabetic reader and eddie munson?

Dirty Mind:

Summary/Request: "So, I was thinking about an Eddie x reader story where Eddie admits that he had a dirty dream about the reader and she says “I'm gonna do the type of things that happen in your dreams.“

 Tipsy Giggles:

Summary/Request: "Eddie x reader coming home after their wedding reception, he is trying to carry her in but they are both too tipsy and laughing too hard

Rockstar:

Summary/Request: "Rockstar!Eddie x reader. Either we are already dating him or we catch his eye at a show. I just think he deserves to be a famous, successful rockstar and we deserve to date a famous, successful rockstar 🎸"

Thick:

Summary/Request: "could you write something about eddie x reader who has thick thighs?? love ur writing sm i hope you’re doing well!<3"

Birthday:

Summary/Request: "Can I please please please have a very fluffy Eddie like something about reader birthday, bc tomorrow is mine and I hate it so I'm just want some comfort, if not is totally okay no worries. 💕"

A Breather:

Summary/Request: "write a fic where eddie helps the reader during a panic attack?"

Back With The Bats:

Summary/Request: "prompt: "Good girl, that's it." and "Eyes on me.'"

Lying?:

Summary/Request: "Can u do a smut with Eddie? And for the prompts can u do “Did I stutter” and “why are you such a tease” and for the situation can u do friends with benefits? "

Silent:

Summary/Request: "eddie giving you silent treatment as punishment?"

Metalhead:

Summary/Request: "Eddie being the metalhead he is, was being very critical of your pop music at first, but gets slowly charmed by it as he sees you singing along to it & it makes his heart melt :)"

Misery Business:

Summary/Request: "So say Eddie and Chrissy were together and the reader was just Eddie's friend and then chrissy cheated on him with Jason? And Eddie finally saw the reader and felt all the feels!"

Messing Around:

Summary/Request: "Hey! Could you write something with prompts 17. “How could you let them say that about me?” and 15.“I guess I didn’t realize I was such a nuisance.” with Eddie. Maybe hellfire club members were being mean to reader and she gets upset. Thank you!"

In One Piece:

Summary/Request: "Could you do prompts 8."hey if you cry, ill cry and that won't be fun for anyone" and 10." Hey I'm not going anywhere" with Eddie please."

My Knight:

Summary/Request: "Can you pretty please write an Eddie Munson Fluff Princess/Knight (Protector) AU with the quote: "I'll always keep you safe." ???"

Family Dynamic:

Summary/Request: "How about this: Eddie and Reader have been dating for a while now, and he is really apprehensive about meeting the parents."

S&M:

Summary/Request: "“Did I just say that out loud?” some fluffy Eddie please 🥺"

Groupie:

Summary/Request: "Rockstar!Eddie x reader?"

Little Old Me:

Summary/Request: "hello my love!! can i submit a request please? numbers 16 and 21 for jimmy darling please (and if you aren’t feeling jimmy, could you write it for eddie or negan?)"

Bad Guy:

Summary/Request: "Eddie Munson and 'Just cuz I’m the bad guy doesn’t mean I’m a bad guy.’"

Both:

Summary/Request: "Maybe a cute simple request would be coming home to Eddie after a long day and kinda just collapsing on the couch and he's sweet to you and babies you a little."

NSFW Alphabet

SFW Alphabet

[chaotic-on-main]

HELLO I REALIZE I FORGOT TO SUBMIT A THINGIE FOR YOUR THINGIE

can do matcha (levi levi levi) with candy (mutual pining :3) and maybe a first/accidental/stolen kiss jfkdslfjksdf

Order up!! One matcha green tea with candy for Katerino!!

Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event!

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ canon world, mutual pining, stolen/first kiss, comfort, slight fluff, protective levi u.u

☾ Author's Note ➼ Hiya Katerino!! Thank you for sending in a request! I wish I could have made it longer but truly I don't know how to without overshadowing the pinaccle moment in this scene, yanno?? but we got slight angst, we got protective levi, we got arguments. I hope you like it!! mwah mwah k luv u bye

☾ Word Count ➼ ~1.2k

The ringing in your ears cuts deep into your brain as pain from not only that but also multiple places on your body pulses through you. There’s nothing but carnage in front of you.

You find yourself on all fours on the hard ground, pebbles and glass digging into your knees and palms as you stare up at the gnarly sight of your dear friend and squad member having their life quite literally squeezed out of their body. They were already gone by the time their head was shoved in the mouth of the 15-meter titan, and you figure you were about to be in the same predicament. As the wild-eyed titan drops the bottom half of your friend to the ground, its attention is already on you.

There’s no time to scream – not like you had the energy to do so. Your canisters were empty and your wires were tangled anyway, so escape was futile. A massive hand comes bearing down on you and there's a moment of clarity as you mentally say goodbye to those that you love, eyes fluttering closed as you sit back on your knees.

You’re happy that the last thought you’d ever have is about a raven-haired grump. Though, you wish you had told him how you felt before dying. There’s peace in knowing you’ll meet him again in the afterlife.

But the deadly embrace doesn’t come.

Instead, you hear a whirring of someone else’s ODM gear whoosh past before there’s a sound of slicing and a heavy body hitting the ground. When you open your eyes, you’re face to face with the wings of freedom adorning someone’s cape. It’s not just someone’s, it’s Levi’s. He takes a moment to check for any more threats but then he’s turning around and glaring down at you.

“What the fuck are you doing!? Get up!”

Your dazed and confused face stares up at him. His words jumble in the ringing that still hasn’t left your ears. You pull your hilt triggers and as expected, nothing happens. There’s just a gentle hissing of the mechanism on your back as it struggles to release your cords.

“Just leave me here to die, Levi.” You murmur, hanging your head down in disappointment at yourself.

“The fuck I will, get up!” He marches over to you and grabs you by the arm before forcefully hoisting you up against your will. Your knees almost buckle under you but Levi’s there to hold you steady with his firm grip.

Levi’s calloused hand grabs you by the jaw and makes you look at him. Those eyes of his bounce around your face to check for any damage and then finally lands on your more than defeated gaze.

“You need to get your shit together or we’re both dying out here, got it?” You think that’s silly, Levi could never die. But you nod slowly anyway.

Before you know it, he’s wrapping your arms around his neck and ordering you to hold on before he’s releasing his own wires and your body feels weightless once again. Destroyed homes and steaming bodies of titans blur past as he pushes forward to the wall ahead. Your arms are already trembling from your own weight as you try to hold on for dear life.

Somehow you make it until Levi’s feet hit the top of Wall Maria before collapsing on the hard stone and rolling onto your back. The sky above is far too pretty for what you just witnessed down below. Levi calls your name to get your attention as he stands over you, casting a shadow on part of your beaten body. You use a hand to block out the sun as you stare up into his steely gaze.

“What happened?” He asks you. A hint of impatience seeps into his low voice.

“They’re gone, Levi. I couldn’t save any of them. I ordered them to their deaths.” You mutter hoarsely, using your arm to rest over your closing eyes. Instantly you regret it and pull it away, opening your eyes wide open to keep yourself from spinning.

Levi squats down next to you and watches you warily, a hint of sympathy pooling into his blue-gray eyes. There’s a few streaks of blood across his cheek which you realize it must be yours as it wasn’t there before. He offers you a hand that you take and he gently pulls you so that you’re sitting up and facing him.

“You did what you could.”

You look away at that. You can’t keep yourself from wondering if you could have done more, or maybe if you had been faster. Or if your gear didn’t shit out on you, your squad wouldn’t have jumped in to protect you. You could have done so much more. Tears well up in your eyes at the regret gnawing at you.

“Listen. I don’t know what happened but regardless you’re still here. They chose to fight for you to live, don’t let their deaths be in vain.” Slowly your eyes find him again. “I need to go back out there but I don’t want you leaving this wall until I get back. I’m sending someone to come look at your injuries.”

“I can still fight, I just need more gear.” You try to push yourself up, ignoring the searing pain that shoots from your hands to the rest of your body, but Levi presses a strong hand on your shoulder and sits you back down.

“No. You’re staying here, those are my orders.”

“I’m not under your squad Levi, I can do what I want!”

“I said no! Look at the state you’re in. Stay. Here.”

“I can’t just sit idle while the othe-“ You’re cut off by Levi grabbing you by the front of your shirt and for a split second you think he’s about yell in your face but he does something completely unexpected.

He kisses you.

Levi pulls you into him as his lips crash onto yours, and you feel every inch of his frustration, annoyance, and fear seeping into the kiss. Your eyes are so wide in shock that you can practically count every long eyelash that sits across his cheekbones.

And just as it started, it ends just as quickly. He pulls away and stares hard at you. Despite the cute pink flush that brushes across his nose and cheeks, his face remains stoic. You bring your shaky fingers up to your lips while blinking hard, the pressure of his lips still lingering.

“Stay.” He grumbles before standing up straight. He looks down to his ODM gear to make sure it’s functional enough. Once satisfied, he steps over to the edge of the wall where his toes hang off as he surveys the remnants of Trost from below.

As if shot with lightning, you scramble up to your feet. You almost fall face-first and you’re able to catch yourself but not without wincing in pain. Something was certainly sprained if not broken.

“W-wait Levi! We need to talk about this!” Your hand reaches out to him as if it’s going to touch him. His head turns so that all you see is the side of his face and he regards you with a side-eye.

“Tch. Don’t leave this wall and maybe we will.” He says simply before stepping off the ledge.

[diodellet]

hiya dio!! tossing in 3 (honkai star rail? 👀), 5, and 15!!

hiya ian! thanks for shooting me an ask!!

3.) Go to the [honkai star rail] tag and reblog some art you like that has under 100 notes

aight i gotchu oomfie, ill search for stuff to queue up 😤😤

5.) What genre do you like reading the best?

angst and hurt/comfort 🔛🔝!!!

it's painful, it's good, and it makes emotional processing so much easier and less burdensome because the difficulty goes into finding an okay sentence and stringing together ok-ish dialogue (but at least those can be solved with a banger ass playlist, ykw?)

augh special mention to one of my formative twst fics i love that grim has such a big role in this

15.) Worst fanfic tropes ever?

NOO!!!! U CANT MAKE ME SAY BAD THINGS ABT FANFIC!!! ALL FANFIC IS GOOD WHEN IT IS MADE WITH HEART!!!

(did i say bridal carry? ill just say it again for funsies HAHAHA i dont like bridal carries, it doesn't spark any joy, please just carry me like this🤧👇👇)

i'm usually really open-minded with reading fanfics... so aside from the obvious fanfic writing sins (using generative AI, plagiarism, not doing enough careful research for sensitive topics) OH WAIT--

(this is probably specific to genshin/hyv) but i Reaaaaally don't like it when fandom infantilizes characters that use the teenage model. like, there is such a thing as short adults! (me. i am one of them!) one time i saw someone say that lynette was probably a year younger than lyney and i was confused bcs aren't they twins??? like, are we forgetting that lynette was the primary "errand-goer" for the house of hearth upon getting her vision? girlie's probably seen more shit than lyney did.

^^semi-related to infantilizing characters, i dont like how some obm fics treat luke as a literal toddler. like, yes he's immature but he's got a good head on his shoulders and even if he's a low-ranked angel he probably has sm powers that he can make use of to protect MC. and i esp see how he gets left out even in gen/platonic fics and hcs. smtimes i feel compelled to look at the game's shitty pop quiz events for fanfic fuel (i mean, the luke tag has more ppl saying not to sexualize him than actual writing and that bugs me ://)

There used to be this really good obm fanfic (Nightmare by StarsEncrusted) and it had a plot point of helping luke get his wings, but it++the author's orig account got deleted from ao3. thankfully some fans had the foresight to archive it, so heres a wayback link to the fic and the accompanying side stories

i guess to expound more on my aversion to marriage in fanfic, it icks me when the characterization stops feeling like the characters themselves and the fic starts feeling heteronormative (also sometimes the writing comes across as if the marriage/childbirth "fixes" all those issues, which, it doesn't) and, well, i already kind of deal with the idea of "getting settled down" shoved in my face. it's really not for me. but i do understand why it's comforting to people, smtimes i can indulge in reading in it. but on a bad day, nah, i can't.

anyway, also special shout out to chat fics, they can be fun but idk it reads to me as a way to regurgitate overused incorrect quotes. (please some vines need to be laid to rest. also, can we stop quoting that one copaganda show oh my god)

(art appreciation ask questions, please bug me to rb some underrated fic and art)

[nogenderbee]

Hiya was thinking of requesting satan x reader argument Angst to fluff if ur comfy with that love u kiss kiss

Hello! Thank you for kisses 😚 and don't worry I'm alright with writing it! So I hope you enjoy <3

Argument with Satan and comfort after it

It wasn't a secret from anyone that your boyfriend has anger issues, but you just wanted to go on your friends birthday party and somehow he saw problem in it!!?

It was pretty common for you and Satan to fight over the simplest things. So today you fought because you spend too much time with your male friend according to him, and you tried to explain to him for 30 minutes now that your friend already has a partner.

We know that it's not easy to stop Satan's anger but that doesn't mean you won't try to protect or at very least explain yourself! But it looks like he was already pissed enough to change into his demon form, and it didn't last long when he slapped you in the face, and once he does he stops all his actions.

"... YN, I didn't-"

Unfortunately he didn't had time to end because you slapped him back as you should!! and ran to your room, and on your way you met Asmo.

"Hello YN, what was goi- Oh?"

"Asmo, where did YN went?"

"Ehh... did you two had fight again?"

"Yes but answer my question!"

"Calm down, and let them calm down. And we will have a little talk in my room."

"What are you gonna do? Lecture me?"

"No, I will give you advice on how to fix your relationship! So you could be a little more grateful..."

Satan really wanted to disagree but if there's someone who can help him fix it all, it would be his younger brother.

little TimeSkip here~

So after long talk with Asmo, Satan was now knocking to your door, and it's up to you if you let him in or not but he will wait there how much he needs, and when you finally let him in he's trying his best to stay with his calm voice, and tries his best not to hug you the second he sees you because it may scare you...

"YN, I'm really sorry about that. I didn't mean to do that, I lost control but I promise it will never happen again."

If you let him or won't show any signs of being afraid, he'll hug you and play with your hair to calm both of you down. He will stay at your room or invite you to stay at his for the rest of the day and maybe even stay for night. He just wants to somehow make up for what he did.

❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉

[sappysapphic13]

New chapter of my favourite fic dropped!!!! Best day ever! If you’re looking for a slowburn enemies-to-friends-to-lovers Thasmin AU with plenty of fluff and a good amount of angst and nuerodiverse and nb 13 (Jesse) this is THE FIC to read! This bad boy has kept me awake at night, screaming “oh my god, just kiiiiss” into my pillow! #thasmin#thasmin fic#thasmin au#fanart#Thasmin fanart#sappysapphic you are a godsend!

@y0ubelongwithme HIYA oh my gosh this absolutely made my week (month? year?!), thank you!! I'm so delighted you're enjoying Jessefic, thank u so much for sharing and recommending it! <3

[carlos-in-glasses]

hiya! i hope you're still down to answering asks about That Line, sorry if you're not, do feel free to delete this too!

i think my initial reaction to that line was like a sucker punch to the gut with the way it was setup, i.e. the framing, him standing next to TK, and TK looking at him after he'd said that line. i was so pissed and i'm still pissed about it now. in no way is that fair to TK for him to have said that, no matter how angry or hurt he is. i'm not saying right/wrong bc it's never as transparent as that, i'm coming from pov of an audience and having witness both sides of the argument. yes, tk crossed a boundary when he visited iris even though both him and carlos had agreed not to, and i understand why carlos would react the way that it did. i hated it, but i don't really wanna get into it now. which brings me to,

i think, or at least i'd hoped that this might be setting up for carlos' character arc where – you'd previously mentioned that 403 is essentially confronting his past before taking that next step into his future with carlos, and i agree! – we'll be able to see carlos realising that he needs to be able to learn how to let go of the unfounded guilt he had towards this whole mess (i.e. marriage, iris getting kidnapped), and iris would swoop in and be like, 'hey, i'm no longer your legal responsibility now, and i am no longer your responsibility, period. i can take care of myself, and i'm sorry for the way things were but we're still best friends and i still love you. you can let go of this now.' something something about him having to confront and address things rather than chalk things up until he absolutely had to confront it, in order to move forward in his life, bc atp its at a standstill. and it's kind of like a full circle moment for him to realise that he didn't need to, and will never need to take on this weight and responsibility all by himself and pushing away the ones he loves in the meantime (i.e. TK 😭😭💗💗💓), when there's someone so willingly to take on this weight with him (back to my boy TK). i know i'm dreaming big but if i had to cope with shitty writing choices from a professional who does this for a living, i can pretty much read between the lines and interpret it however i want to.

which brings us back to That Line, so if the writers are willing to explore that route with carlos, it would make much more sense in relation to him implying that it was the marriage, and TK having been drowning in his own guilt and misery, misunderstood and took that to mean that carlos had meant with him (imagine the angst we would get from this if it was addressed on screen i'll cry).

i know i'm putting myself through the mental gymnastics and i'm pretty sure i'm 100% wrong in this. atp i'm still pissed at everything and especially carlos (i know its warranted but i'm still pissed and that's ok bc i'll get over it), but this is a headcanon i'd like to believe in until we have more context in 404 IF (and that's a big fat if) it ever gets addressed. if its just a result of a poor writing choice, i'm more than willing to pretend it never existed too.

thank u for reading, sorry it's this long!

Hello anon! Very happy to discuss, no worries at all. <3

I think 4x03 was a hard pill to swallow after how easily 4x02 went down. We've never seen Carlos shut out TK like this, even in the ice storm (he was mad but he was there. Although I should note I did not see the ice storm arc play out as it aired, so my experience of it is different to those who did watch at the time), but we've seen him be 4x02 Carlos before. The contrast is extreme after last week's squishiness. It's implied he 'doesn't like TK right now' immediately after being madly in love. It's new for us to get to grips with, how he goes from one to the other so quickly. I share your sucker-punch feeling and I still have it now to an extent – even after having talked myself into thinking Carlos was referring to himself and Iris. I guess I wish I didn’t have to *think* that, and rather I could just know. I’m happy for plenty of things to be left up to my interpretation as a viewer, whatever I’m watching, but a lack of clarity around something like this line doesn’t sit well with me. I have a very nervous disposition!

You’re right, the framing and the whole vibe made it seem like a super passive-aggressive reference to his own relationship, yet as I mentioned it’s total whiplash for the man who’d so recently comforted TK on the couch to say such a thing. If he *was* making a reference to being super displeased with TK to the extent of suddenly finding their relationship bad (just writing this reinforces to me how it makes no sense…) then the punishment does not fit the crime. Especially as Carlos is canon-aware that TK and Iris hugged rather than had a falling out.

Essentially, I share your headcanon and would really like to see them address this comment so we and TK aren’t left in the dark. There are actually so many good things that can come out of this arc, even if the writing itself leaves us with neon question marks blinking over our heads. By trying to ignore his past and leave it behind him, Carlos has inadvertently looped it tightly with his present and now he has to unpick it from this point. That’s fascinating! I want to see it. This is contrasted nicely with TK, I think, who in some ways ‘left the past behind’ when Owen brought him to Austin, but has been doing the hard work to face it and overcome it ever since, by going N.A meetings, taking his sobriety seriously, talking to the crew about it and his relapse, and finding an incredible man who opened up his heart again. Carlos is on a similar journey, in his own way, he just has to stop resisting and pretending and lying. I love Carlos so much – and it’s because I love him that I care. That lad needs to apologise to his fiancé. TK needs to understand that Carlos’ reaction was due to 99 problems and TK was maybe 1-ish (due to a transgression that was actually nbd). And they are going to be okay.

[royalhoot]

@hazmoonxmuses​ 

‘ i’m worth so much more than the ways i’ve been treated. ’ - stella!

    “and  you  are,  dear.  you  ...  are.”  though  actions  often  speak  louder  than  words,  do  they  not?  something  the  prince  should  have  taken  into  account  given  how  badly  things  are  progressing.  then  again,  this  ---  this  isn’t  love.  it’s  been  a  long  time  since  it  was  anything  closely  resembling  that  word.  could  she  really  blame  him  for  trying  to  make  his  life  a  little  more  ....  exciting?  yes.  absolutely.  “i  ...  i’ve  apologized,  already,  what  ---  what  would  you  have  me  do?”

[0oolookitsme]

Title- My Good Girl

Type- One-Shot

Verse- Footballer!Harry x ArtDirector!Y/n

Warnings- SMUT!! [Daddy kink, Praise kink, masturbation, pussy eating, teasing, a slight indication of sub/dom], fluff and a sprinkle of angst!

Word Count- 4.3k

A/n- Hiya! I spent WEEKS on this one (not months, just weeks). I was in a writer's block for like 3 months basically and it feels fuckin' marvellous to be back in my writing element! This is like the longest and probably the best smut I've written so far! I really hope you enjoy this one <3

Also, this is my first time writing in 2nd person so I ask you to go easy on me for that <3

And thank you, @imaddicted2hs for requesting: Ok here we are ;) I'm a whore for bsf harry😩 Like do anything as they are bsfs blah blah then one dayyy harry just sees y/n touching herself and he decides to help uff Now idk if u include kinks but mean Dom!h or daddy kink with praise kink is just 🤌 to me. Fanks ily<3 | Thank YOU so much for being so patient and supportive!! <3

Sitting on the couch in the living room, you scroll through your phone mindlessly. Getting bored, you continued slipping down until the arm of the couch played as your pillow. Harry is out to bring pastry as per your request (or begging, as he would correct) and because he had made you swear, you couldn’t exactly start the show without him.

The hand that's on your tummy crawls down your lower tummy. You were sure it wouldn't take much long as you haven't exactly touched yourself in a week; yeah, period things.

You suck on your fingers to get them wet before slipping them under your panties. Starting to rub fast circles on your clit right then to get wet faster and finish this without getting caught, your eyes shut down as your hips buckle up due the friction against the sensitive center of your nub.

Soft moans in a low voice escape your mouth while you increase the speed, breathing as though you aren't inhaling but only exhaling.

Lifting your feet, you quickly throw the blanket situated on your feet on top of your lower half as you tried to make a lump around the area of blanket that's supposedly over your crotch with the free hand. Once satisfied, your hand comes to cup your breast as you push your other hand's finger inside and collect some of your arousal.

The feeling of the warm wetness on the bundle of nerves pulls a low moan from you, your walls clenching around nothing as the knot in your tummy starts to form and go lower and lower with each tight circle.

Harry on the other hand, closes the door behind him very silently and tip-toes towards the living room, planning on scaring you. Though the moment a soft mewl reaches his ears when he's just one foot away from entering the hall, makes him question his decision.

Slowly, he places the pastry box on the floor, right beside his feet, and normally walks inside the room as though if he did get caught, he will be able to play the card that he just didn't know. But when he catches the sight of you basically chasing your orgasm, he can't help but try and fold his leg in front of his other one to somehow hide his semi-hard dick. The weight on it itself makes him exhale in quite satisfaction.

He leans on the door-frame and takes in your sight. You look just like he had once imagined you would when playing with yourself. A certain flush which rarely appears playing under your eyes, lips red from biting your moans down on them as though you had put on lipstick of the shade, and finally, the sheen layer of sweat making an appearance on you hairline while your eyes stay screwed shut.

He doesn't know if he should go and ask you if he can help you out or let you finish and pretend he never saw this? His feet start walking in towards the play like they have a mind of their own and before he knows, he's clutching on the head of the sofa and leaning in a little.

"You want some help here?" He asks and instantly regrets when your eyes snap open, your shoulders sulk down, and you groan in embarrassment to lighten it but the atmosphere just tenses up more. "Yes or no, Y/n?" he asks another question and then, the way you look at him from the position you are in, just makes him feel himself get heavier.

"Uh.. obviously no, H... I mean- no right?" You hesitate, secretly wiping your arousal on your panties and bringing your hand up on your tummy. "Maybe? Ah, I don't know! This is stupid!" Groaning, you get up on your knees on the sofa, grateful that the fluffiness of it didn't disbalance you, and grab the curls on the nape of his neck in your fist.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" You both ask each other at the same time and chuckle lightly. "Fuck it," You mumble under your breath and catch the breath Harry exhales in surprise, sealing his mouth shut with yours.

You feel his hands slide at the back of your hips and slip further down.

Hooking his hand under your knees, he wraps your legs around his waist. Blindly he starts towards the staircase, lips sucking on your tongue and hands coming to rest just above your ass. The sound of his sharp inhales mix along with your fast exhales as his one hand slides up your back to your neck, pushing your face closer to his. His fingers softly weaved through your hair, nails scratching your scalp. He catches you by surprises when he harshly tugs on the strands wrapped like snakes along his hand, making you whimper lightly against his lips.

Pressing your crotch firmly on his belt’s buckle, you start moving your hips in an up-and-down motion, a moan escaping past your lips and floating away in thin air as his head stayed ducked down in the crook of your neck, biting down and sucking hickeys, licking them over with his wet tongue to calm the burning sensation yet it somehow increased the tingles in your lower belly.

He kicked open the door and slammed it shut the same way. Before you could dictate what was gonna happen next, your back was greeted with the cool surface of the door with a sharp force, his hand behind your head preventing it from hurting you. Your lips stretch in a shy and nervous smile when he raises his head, eyes burning with lust scanned your eyes. You aren’t quite sure if your cheeks feel on fire because of the eye contact or the way he pressed your hips onto the door, stopping any motion that could reach you clitoris.  

“Gonna let me take care of you?” he asked, blinking so innocently as though he didn’t already know the answer. Receiving his answer in the form of an shy hum from you didn’t seem to satisfy him and it was clear when he cupped your jaw. The cool metal of his rings pleasing the burning skin of your face.  

“Yea-yeah,” you muster up, sighing in embarrassment when a side of his lips curve up, forming in a smirk.

“Jesus, the things you do to me,” he mutters under his breath before catching the breath you sharply exhaled. Removing his hands from where they were stopping you from grinding, he pushes your hips back towards his belt. Turning you both around, he walks a few steps before detaching your mouths. The light bedsheet on the mattress fluffs up with air around your hips before settling back down. He lays you down by pressing his hand on your chest. Hair scattered everywhere, he again wraps them in his fist to raise your face up.

Your eyes scan his face, noticing his plump and swollen pink lips, a light flush on his cheeks and the light frown that adds up to the lust and a certain feeling his eyes carry. All the lust leaking from his breath and still his features held the gentle stardust in them. Feeling comfortable and confident enough, you rise a little before grabbing the hem of your shirt. Thinking about taking it off slowly, you mumble a ‘fuck it’ before hastily taking it off and throwing it somewhere in the room.

Grabbing his head, you greedily engulf his lips for another make out, sucking on his lips while undoing his belt. And, he’s quick to point it out, too. “Eager, are we?” he taunts with a lopsided grin before he is wrapping his hand around your throat again. “Don’t make the mistake of rolling your eyes at me ever again, love,” he firmly states, winking at you after ending as his big hand now situated itself in the valley of you breasts.  

Lowering his head, he drags his lips down your throat to beside his hand. Seeing your hands clutching onto the sheets while your back archs up, he notices your hips buckling up to meet with his upper thigh, he grabs your hand with the one he had your hair wrapped around and guides your fingers into his locks. Moaning against your skin when you pull onto his hair, his hand crawls to your side and then to your back, undoing your bra’s hook.

Very slowly and gently, as if savoring the moment, he slides the bra off your breasts and rises up. Inhaling deeply while his eyes stayed glued on the sight, he exhales just as deep breath. “Fuck me. You’re so beautiful, so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice not able to rise above the octave for some reason at the moment.

By now, you were sure your arousal was pooling in your panties and are breathing embarrassingly heavily.  

Grabbing one of your tits, he pinches its nipple. The harsh pain just shooting down between your legs. His tongue swirls around the nipple of your other boob, while he rolls the other one in between his fingers. Satisfied after marking it, he moves onto the other one, not being able to leave it un-sucked and unmarked.

Wiping his saliva off the sides off his mouth with the back off his hand, he stares down at your body. Eyes moving down from your throat to your breasts, all with a proud smirk. “You look good like this,” he says, bringing his eyes back up to keep them in contact with you. Licking his lips, he continues. “Under me. Covered in the hickeys I gave you,” emphasizing on the ‘I’.

“Fuck me already, H. Please.” You say out in a rush, not being able to contain it anymore.

An amused chuckle left his mouth. “What did you just say, darling? Didn’t quite catch it,” he says after clearing his throat, clearly teasing.

“Need you, now,” you say instantly, regretting it when his eyes narrow. He repeats your statement before adding a ‘what?’ Confusion encircles your mind before the realization dawns on your face. “..Daddy?”  

“I was referring to please, but you can call me that if you want to,” he admits, a tinge of pink spreading on the tips of his ears. Eyes not being able to break contact, not after he catches that glint in your eyes. “Fuck me, daddy,” you mewl out for him, a smirk forming on your lips this time.

His lips copy your smirk and hands slide down your tummy. “I want to taste you first, though. Need to taste ya.” He says, untying your trousers’ knot, slowly. Settling down properly after spreading your legs apart, a small frown forms in between his brows. “Raise your hips for me, love.”  

Feeling your arousal stick back to your pussy from where it had dripped down on your underwear, you do as you were told. You watch him take off his tee, your eyes immediately dropping down onto his detailed abs, admiring the way they just tightened. Eyes blinking, you’re brought back to the moment by his chuckle.

“Like what you see?” You almost roll your eyes at this, almost. The warning he gave you earlier stopping you. He raises his brows, clearly expecting an answer. “They’re just hot, your abs. S’ all.” You say and fireworks erupt in your lower belly when he leans down, your lips just touching.

Motioning his lips with more effort so your lips could rub with his, he exhales from his mouth. “You can ride them some other day,” he whispers, his hand now cupping your clothed mound.  

You grind up on his hand when he kept it still. Heavy breath puffing out of your mouth, eyes shutting down in pleasure. What causes you to open them right back and frown was his act of pressing you down on the mattress with his palm still covering your covered crotch. “So eager for me.” You hear him grit under his breath as though he was trying to control something or perhaps someone; himself. Just as the tips of his fingers start with heavy circles on your clitoris, your irises roll back.

He slides your panties to the side with his thumb before pressing his middle finger down, watching the way it gets engulfed in between your puffy folds with wetness, with sinful eyes. Moving his finger as though calling someway his way, he collects some arousal before sinking two fingers inside you.

Harry moves them in and out of you at a slow pace before he’s taking your underwear off hastily and laying down, supporting himself on his elbows. “Smell so good,” he moans out and leans closer. Situating his tongue at your slit after spreading your lips apart, he moves it up, taking a flat lick. His warm tongue clouding your mind.

“Taste so good,” he confirms and continues to moan against your pussy, lapping at it at a slow pace, taking his time. He pushes two fingers inside you once again, feeling your walls wet them. He once again, collects some arousal while still teasing your clit. “Open your pretty mouth and suck.” He demands, his finger weighing down on your lips. He watches as a drop falls down on your chin, trailing down your neck, with greedy eyes. Though they snap back up when he feels your tongue go swirling around his fingers.

You moan while sucking on his fingers slick with your arousal, feeling him press them down on your tongue. “Good girl,” he praises and pulls his fingers out, causing your lips to drag till the very tip of them. Bringing his hand back beside his face, he places it on your inner thigh.    

His lips encircle around your nub, sucking on it while the tip of his tongue massaged the sensitive center. Eyes still in contact with yours, he watches as you fall back down on the mattress with a light thud, eyes rolled at the back of your head.

His mouth hangs over your mound as his tongue takes continuous laps over your swollen clit, fingers knuckles deep in you as he continues to push them in and and pull them back out. Continuously touching your front wall in a ‘come hither’ motion, he feels you clench around him as your hips raise back up, thighs almost closing around his head as you felt yourself about to blast when he pulls your fingers out of you and mouth just hovers above your pussy, tongue licking your arousal from around his mouth. 

“Why,” you cry out, fists still clenching the sheets as your walls suddenly clenched around nothing. 

A small humourless chuckle leaves his mouth and he presses a feather light kiss on your lower tummy. “Been so patient for this, not gonna let me take my time with ya?”

You nod, whimpering again before your eyes open when a sharp pain shoots through your body when he slaps your cunt. "Use your words," he states not sharply but not so softly either.

"of co- of course, daddy," you moan out, your eyes breaking contact with his due to not being habitual to using the term 'Daddy'.

He hums back response before his fingers enter you once again and after two thrusts, he picks up the pace. His face situates itself in between your thighs, his nose exhaling cold air down your mound as as he feasts on your pussy, licking and sucking and grazing his teeth on the flush skin, in middle of it all.

His eyes catch the sight of your hands crawling down your stomach and up his shoulders and before he knows, a low moan is escaping his mouth as your fingers fist around his locks. Slowly and slowly, he gazes at you mustering up some courage before you're grinding up and against his mouth.

"Fuck yeah. Ride my fucking face," his voice comes out in a gruffy form before he buries his head deeper, his nose brushing against your clit every once in a while as he slurps all of your arousal, fingers moving faster and faster with each thrust while your thighs quiver like mad on either sides of his head.

Loud moans and cries of his name leave your mouth like some memorized prayer. The knot in your tummy moving lower, burning more and starting to lose up as the seconds pass. "Oh Daddy." A tear slips out of your eye when his ring clad hand comes up and kneeds your boob, the cold rings making your toes curl.

A tease-y pinch on your hardened nipple and it has you screaming his name. "I'm gonna cum daddy, gonna cum!" And you regret saying that out loud when his movements come to halt.

"Gonna cum with daddy princess, daddy only," he whispers before taking his fingers in his mouth, sucking on your sweet and salty arousal and moaning as his eyes roll back and shut down.

In the mean while, tears brim up to your waterline as your walls, once again, clench around nothing. "Wanted to cum daddy," you say, not realizing that your voice had barely been above a whisper.

Harry's eyes snap up at you when your voice reaches his ears and he's quickly shuffling up on his knees to reach you, his body now hovering over yours. "Don't cry sweetheart, been such a good girl for me, yeah? Gonna cum this time with daddy, hmm?" He asks in a soft voice, fingers removing the strands of hair away from your face and tucking them behind your ear. Leaning down, he presses his lips to your forehead, then to your nose before kissing both of your flushed out and tear stained cheeks and finally, pulls your lips in between his teeth and lets go, kissing on them softly.

He raises up, body supported by his knees which are situated quite far apart and right at the inside of your thighs to keep them away from touching. He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, and without much he is sliding his pants off and throwing them on the floor towards the foot of the bed, behind him.

You watch his hardened dick's swollen tip and as he strokes himself a few times before lining up some your arousal on the head, pulling a low sigh from you. He teases at the slit a bit, slapping your wet cunt with his heavy dick. You let your body fall back down and feel him entering slowly.

Once he is fully in, he pulls out just as slowly, a moan escaping past his pink lips in the process while he stops to keep his head in. "Fuck. You feel so good," he slurs out, as though drunk in some haze. He slams back in and sets a slow pace, leaning down to keep his body just above yours. Searching for your hands, he sheepishly intertwines his big ones with yours, his face going straight to your neck where he starts sucking marks on the un-kissed skin.

"Taking me all in so well. My good girl, that's a good fucking girl," he smirks, voice coming out rougher as he sits back up to glance at the point you two meet.

Gradually, he picks up the pace. Each thrust lands deep inside you as his pubic hair meets with your sensitive clit.

A series of curse words and loud moans leave your mouth as you start to feel the knot in your tummy once again.

"I can’t hear you. Louder, baby," he urges you once as he himself feels himself getting near the edge. Seeing you all fucked underneath him does such things to him that he believes he's going to cum within ten minutes after having your velvety walls enclose around him.

"Fuck Harry- sorry Daddy. Just like that Daddy, right there," you instantly moan out when his tips nudges that particular spot.

"Yeah, there? Feel me in here?" he asks, placing his hand on your lower tummy while increasing the pace even more, now hitting your G-spot with each thrust in.

"Yeah- holy- oh, fuck yeah," you stutter out, your breath growing more and more uneven with each passing second before you feel his mouth latch onto your boob while he kneeds the other one with his free hand. He sucks softly, opposite to where his hand is probably going to leave a mark on your hips.

“I love it when you moan because of me,” he mumbles out before engulfing your lips with his, biting at them and swiping his tongue across them. Your quivering thighs wrap around his hips tightly to pull him impossibly close before he nudges you spot harshly and has you screaming out his name and 'Daddy', and coming undone on his cock. Your hands slowly fall back to your side, nails scratching his back in the process.

"Holy shit," he grits when he feels you completely soak him as he lets go, shooting warm ropes of his cum inside you, coating your walls with it.

Also tired, he lays down on your body, hand encircling around your waist to hold you close to him. He tilts his body to the side, causing both of you to have one arm pressed against the mattress and another am wrapped around each other's sticky and sweaty bodies, immediately molding together.

"Let's clean up and then you can sleep, yeah?" Harry softly mumbles, getting up, and holds his arms out for you to climb on his upper body. "So sensitive," he hears you silently cry out to him, causing him to kiss your ear lobe and rub your back a few times.

Exhausted, you just hum back in response, letting him carry you till the bathroom and help you sit on the toilet seat to pee. "Where are you going?" You tiredly ask him when he starts to move out of the bathroom, a cell in your body scared that he will too, leave like all the other guys.

"Just bringing some cold water for ya." He sends a flying kiss towards you.

Tears brim up at your waterline before you're quickly pressing down the flush and going towards the sink to splash some water on your sweaty face. Realizing that your body is practically dripping with sweat, you turn the shower's tap instead, letting the water wash away all the saliva and sweat off your body.

It isn't long enough when you start to squat a little to clean your pussy when the door swings open and incomes a softly smiling Harry. "Can I join you? Like, I want to help you and- oh my god I'll just go out and wait-"

"Come in, please," you softly cut him off, watching him go a deep shade of red and you can't quite believe that this is the man who was just dominating you. He happily jogs in and under the shower, wrapping his hands around you waist and placing his chin on top of your head when you place it on his chest.

"Wait do you wanna sit down?" He asks in a voice laced with care and concern. He doesn't even wait for your answer before he's taking the soap and the loofa off the stand, and sitting down on the bathroom floor. "Come sit," he offers and happily lets you sit in his lap.

Light scrubbing on your back begins and before you know it, you are sniffling. "No one's ever taken such care of me, not after we had sex and you Harry- you are so good to me," you tell him in a croaky voice, trying to not have a breakdown right then and there. You feel his arm that was placed on your tummy push you closer to his front before his face comes to rest at the cervix of your neck.

"They were douchebags, fuckin' stupid assholes. I will always take care of you, Y/n Y/l/n, never gonna leave ya alone." He confesses, washing off your back and the whole upper half.

He finishes with your thighs and between your thighs quickly enough to wash his own body and wraps you up in a towel.

You pass him the extra pair of clothes he had left at your house incase an unexpected sleepover occurs and dress yourself up in one of his tie-dyed tee and put on some shorts. You turn around after dabbing some essential oil and moisturizer on your face to find him under the blanket, looking in your direction with a similar look. The look he gave you before you two kissed on Christmas as well as on the New-years.

You lay down beside him and immediately curl up into him. "You know that I love you, right?" You mumble from practically under Harry, fingers tapping away on his chest. "Mhm. And I love you too," He replies back in a soft tone, hand coming cradle your cheek.

He doesn't expect you to say anything so when you do start, he's caught a little off-guard.

"We didn't talk after we kissed on Christmas till New-years, the day we had our second kiss. And after the New-year kiss, we couldn't face each other for a whole month and Harry ..I- I don't want to lose you again," you carefully spill, hoping he feels the same way as you and fail at swallowing down your sniffling and silent voices that come out from the back of your throat.

"Let us commit to each other, then. I know it sounds cowardly when I say this after having sex with you but I've been wanting us to be together for quite a while now." He confesses, raising your chin up with his thumb and index finger to have an eye-contact with you. "I meant every single 'I love you' I've ever told you, which is three times," he chuckles and leans down to press a soft kiss onto you lips.

"Let me take you out on a proper date tomorrow, y/n."

"Don't forget to bring me a Rose. A red Rose," you reply back, a grin spreading out on your face as you speak.

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Hiya! Just saw your milestone event and wanted to say congrats!! You really deserve them all and I love reading your works <3 Can’t wait for when you hit more milestones in the future !

Your event is really cute and I love all the options, so if it’s okay, I’d love to make a request! Can I please ask for Kid with either blood root or calla lily (whichever, I can’t choose 😭) at night with themes 9,34,21, and hard and breathless kisses? Thank you, and congrats again for reaching 200+ 🥰 hope i did this right and also might pop a sanji one in later 😭

hiiii!  -`♥´- thank you so much, angel, you’re too sweet. i’m excited to do more in the future, actually i’m thinking of my next one right now since i’m close to 400 surprisingly haha. also thanks for being so patient, i am so so happy you requested this (bc i love kid, i’m an idiot for him). and yes please request as much as you want (especially if it’s sanji i love him), i might even extend the event for a bit longer (i live in florida, summer is eternal here >.>) 

2.9k words, fem reader, a bit of fluff if u squint real hard, some angst bc i love that shit, nsfw, 18+ mdni pls, feat. fun stuff like drinking, cussing, spanking, etc. u know the vibes.

💖☁️ la vie est drôle ☁️💖

starring: eustass “captain” kid x reader.

blood root (fluff) & calla lily (smut) at night, hard & breathless kisses, #9, 34, & 21 (possessive, guilt, & moonlight).

a circular argument breaks out between you, again — useless, heartbreaking, the worst sort of predicament to be in on your last night on the island. the harshness behind his words, the dismissal that followed it, only dug a hole in your heart for anxiety and fear to swarm into. before you can make an even bigger fool of yourself, you get dressed and prepare yourself for a night out alone. a large celebration in the middle of the seemingly quiet town, the streets closed to allow for the tourists and townspeople alike to have their fun. 

music thumps heavily, colorful watered down drinks are sold — promises of a night to remember with each purchase, the scam only successful because of the party-atmosphere. the pub is even rowdier, full of sweaty bodies, pirates and vagabonds alike, the bar swarming with patrons, and there you are, on top of the counter, hips swaying as you dance to the music. the bartender watches, half-amused, half mesmerized by the shape of your legs, the way your dress rides up your thighs, the way you don’t seem to have a care in the world, even as you amass an audience — which, works for the owner of the pub, they’re coming to drink their sorrows and spend money anyway.

when the song changes, you’re handed a shot of vodka, which you down quickly, licking your lips with a carefree smile — one that hides the melancholy you actually feel — and giggle when the cute bartender takes the empty glass from you, his long fingers brushing against yours accidentally, making your skin flush enough that you step to another part of the counter to hide the reaction. unbeknownst to you, part of your crew enters the pub too. they see how loud the patrons are and assume there’s quality alcohol being sold.

he spots you right away — he always can, no matter how many people are around, eustass kid will always find you in a crowd. it’s only easier tonight because you’re putting on a show and because you’re in a dress he hasn’t seen before, in a fabric that clings to your skin, in a pair of heels that you bought because he liked how they looked on you. orange eyes narrowed sharply, kid feels killer tense beside him before he tells kid to relax and not react just yet. easier said than done; the betrayal cuts too deep, and his anger has yet to subside from the argument he had with you earlier.

it’s his fault, really; but he won’t admit to that.

you feel his gaze and figure it’s the alcohol, but when you look up, when your eyes meet his, a panic flits around inside of you, turning your insides to mush, making your knees a little weak. you haven’t done anything wrong, not to your knowledge, but he’s looking at you as if you’ve offended him in the worst way possible.

for some reason, this pisses you off; and you motion for the bartender to get you another shot. 

the exchange is a little more amorous than he’d like, so kid, despite his crew mates trying desperately to hold him back, marches towards the bar, a dark aura cloaking him, making the crowd scatter within seconds. 

you’re in the middle of your drink when he reaches you, a frown on his lips, his anger palpable as he attempts to gather his thoughts.

“we’re leaving,” he says after a moment. you stare at him, wide-eyed, in disbelief and shake your head.

“no, i’m staying here. i’m having fun, actually.”

it’s not true; you’re quite miserable. you thought a night out alone would be fun, that you’d flirt, maybe have someone buy you drinks, and then you could make kid jealous somehow. but it backfired. now kid is here, ruining any chance of you having that moment.

“you’re ruining my vibe,” you say hastily, making a shooing motion with your hand, one that sets him off completely.

voice low, full of dark intent, kid says, “i don’t give a fuck, we’re leaving.” and, without waiting for you to say anything else, kid, with his monstrous height and strength, wraps an arm around you and plops you onto his shoulder, giving the bartender a look that keeps him from asking kid any questions.

he intended to just have some drinks and find a way to make things right with you, but then he saw how happy you seemed, and how you didn’t even consider how he felt after you left — nevermind that he never makes it easy for you to understand anything he’s thinking anyway. your crew mates don’t bother following, knowing that kid’s anger is not to be trifled with, especially when he’s on the verge of lashing out at anyone.

you try to wiggle your way out of his grasp, but his arm holds you secure against him, your fists beating against his back in the hopes that you hit him hard enough to loosen his grip. it doesn’t work. if anything, your hits aren’t even strong enough to make him blink, let alone stop him. so you opt to use your words instead.

“what is wrong with you? you have no right to boss me around whenever you feel like it.” it’s futile, you know this; kid isn’t in the right state of mind to listen to reason, but neither are you. instead, he grunts before letting out an incredulous laugh.

“unbelievable,” he says mostly to himself, his long strides taking you away from the town, away from all the partying, and back to the ship. it’s mostly empty, save for a few people milling about, but that doesn’t stop him from walking around with you like that. you attempt to garner sympathy from your crew mates but they act as if they don’t see what’s going on; you make a face, pout, thrash about again, making it a bit difficult for him to carry you properly. so he does what makes the most sense, he slaps your ass hard.

you actually stop, momentarily stunned that he’d do that in public — although, are you really surprised at this point — a deep flush taking over your face, creeping down to your chest, thighs clenching together as the sting wears off. “oh, fuck you,” you say loud enough for him to hear, so he slaps your ass again. the shrill yelp you let out is music to his ears, and no matter what you say, he’ll always know that you’re into this more than you care to admit.

but because he knows you so well, he has to pry the answer out of you with a bit more patience. and he will, in time.

the anger you feel is mostly towards yourself. it was foolish of you to think you’d be able to get away with something like this. kid is much more perceptive than people give him credit, he sees through your lies with ease, doesn’t even bother calling you out because eventually you offer the truth to him without much provocation. he likes that it’s hard for you to lie to him, he likes that you constantly go head-to-head with him too; you’re the only one he’ll allow to mouth off without inciting his true anger. it’s a problem, actually. he doesn’t like how much power you hold over him, even if you don’t know that you do.

but, what he really likes, is how reactive you are; how you can’t seem to hide your attraction to him, no matter where you both are, no matter who is around. so when he slaps your ass again, for the third time that night, something just snaps — your restraint, your self-preservation? who knows. a terrible ache crawls through you, desperate for a bit of relief, if you rub your thighs together one more time, he might be on to you — and you can’t have that, can you? still, it’s hard; so very, very hard, to keep up the charade. 

you’re angry at how much you like the way he handles you, angry at how you want him to keep being rough with you, angry at how easily he can command all of your focus without even trying. eustass kid is the worst person alive and you’re hopelessly in love with him. and that, that is a problem for you. mostly because you know he isn’t a terrible person at all, that his reputation — and a lot of the rumors do, in fact, have merit — makes  him out to be worse than he actually is, that he’s come quite a long way over the years. 

and it angers you that you’re not even really mad at him, you’re just mad at how dismissive he was, at how he didn’t bother chasing after you, at how he will never just sit down and talk before reacting. you know all of this, and still you allow him to take you to his room without much fuss, despite the act you put on earlier.

his bed is massive — you prefer it to your own — it has to be to accommodate his large frame, and softer than most might think. you bite down on your lip when you feel his hand caress your ass a little gently, the tenderness surprising you, before he tosses you onto the mattress like the rag doll you are.

“the fuck is your problem?” he asks, breaking whatever trance you were in completely. his eyes are wild — annoyance, anger, but mostly arousal hiding behind them.

“i should be asking you the same damn thing, kid,” you reach over and toss his pillow at him, he sidesteps the attack, dodging with ease before climbing onto the bed. “first of all,” you say, voice a little shaky, throat drying as he hovers over you, “i don’t like you.” the lie isn’t a good one, and he ignores it for the sake of crowding your space even more. 

“is that so?” he doesn’t believe you — the smirk on his face is evidence enough. “prove it.”

you swallow hard, ignoring the flutter in your chest, ignore that want that grows deep in your abdomen, ignore how desperately you want to kiss him right now.

“secondly,” you say, pointedly ignoring his taunt, “get off me, i’m mad at you.” you don’t actually want him to move, but you did want to tell him that. “you’re such a fucking asshole, you know that?” eyes burning, you give him a look, one that actually makes him feel a bit of guilt. 

“you’re right, i am,” he admits, a little quieter than you expect him to. your gaze softens, your anger subsiding, a sigh coasting lazily in your mouth, eager to escape. “but,” he tugs your dress upwards, bunching it around your waist, baring the bottom half of your body to him, “no panties tonight?” he pushes your legs apart with ease, almost as if you were getting ready to spread them yourself. “you planned on seducing me, huh.” 

you don’t need to admit to it, he already knows the truth. you want to hide under his pillows, so he won’t see the wanton way you crave his touch, his rough words, his mouth. he runs his finger along the folds of your pussy, swiping some of your wetness and licking it off right after.

any attempt you make at closing your legs fails miserably.

“oh, fuck no, you’re not running away again.” because that’s exactly what you did earlier; the argument got to be a little too heated, and normally he can find a way back to your good side, but he was a little meaner than normal, and, well — he wouldn’t be him if he wasn’t like that, would he?

still, you don’t want him to see how much you want him; especially after you made such a big show of going out on your own tonight. he doesn’t bother taking your heels off, but does peel the remainder of your clothes off quickly. you lean up, fingers sinking into the fabric of his shirt, tugging him closer, and kiss him deeply, tongue slipping into his mouth, melting away all of your worries and anger.

kid loses himself in you, only pulling away to rid himself of his clothes as quickly as he can — with your assistance, of course. the feel of his skin against yours, the way his mouth brutalizes yours with each kiss, carving himself deeper into your heart, making things impossible for you. but you don’t care, you really, truly don’t. because right now, all you care about is letting him consume you entirely. and he does. without remorse, without hesitation; eustass kid is anything but shy when it comes to taking what he wants, and he knows he should be gentler, knows he should probably give you time to catch your breath, but he can’t stop kissing you.

the room is dark, save for the bit of moonlight that filters through the large window, illuminating your bodies, bringing the various shadows around kid’s room to life. you’re too busy touching him to care about it; too busy running your soft hands along his firm stomach; too busy reacquainting yourself with his abs, fingers ghosting along the hard ridges, getting lost in the feel of his skin. a heat passes between you, his mouth capturing yours in between his belated apologies, his tongue commandeering your mouth, bringing a dizzying intensity that you can’t escape from. when you pull apart, you’re gasping, lips swollen, body trembling with need.

he looks at you, the harshness in his eyes is long gone, replaced instead by a tenderness that he only lets you see when you’ve managed to break through every single wall of his. when he’s like this you can’t help but fall for him more, can’t help the way your hand caresses his cheek, can’t help the soft way you call his name, which only ignites a newfound desire inside of him. he presses a surprisingly gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth, peppers kisses down the length of your throat, tongue exploring the roundness of your breasts, teeth leaving playful bite marks that take your breath away, goosebumps rippling along your skin from the stimulation.

your whining doesn’t deter him, especially when he makes his slow descent, tongue tracing a devastating path down your navel, until he reaches his goal. you suck in a breath the moment his mouth touches your cunt, his tongue running flat against your folds, drawing out a startled cry that you didn’t mean to release. kid smiles to himself, triumphant, and sets to work, eating your pussy like a man starved. no drink or dish could ever compare to the taste of you. his fingers spread you apart, his tongue dipping inside of your tight hole, your hips rolling forward, hands gripping the sheets so tight that you might rip them off the mattress at this rate.

he hums against you, picking up the pace as he swaps his tongue for his fingers, instead choosing to suck on your clit, alternating between flicking his tongue against it and treating it like a hard piece of candy. one that he can’t give up no matter what. your moans echo around him, an hypnotic melody that encourages him to keep antagonizing your pussy in the only way he knows how.

when he comes up for a bit of air, he licks his lips, making you shiver as you watch. “you’re so pretty like this,” he plunges his fingers in and out of you, making you buck your hips against his hand, a silent scream practically strangling you. “you keep looking at me like that.” you want to ask him how exactly you’re looking at him, but you don’t; you can’t. kid has successfully stolen all of your snarky comments, your words, your fight. “that’s what i fucking thought.” you want to slap him but instead you settle for moaning his name again — it’s all you know for the time being, and when he sucks on your clit again, an explosive warmth brings forward an intense orgasm that has you yanking on his hair with your fingers, mouth stuttering as you tell him enough, enough, enough. you’re entirely too sensitive, but he doesn’t let up. 

kid keeps at it until he wrenches another orgasm out of you, and you now know that this is part of his punishment for earlier. you take it, though, take the way he slides his fingers out of you, the slickness of your arousal dripping down his hand, onto your thighs. he laps it all up, though, making you shudder with each swipe of his tongue. before long, he’s kissing you again, slower, deeper, tongue thrusting into your mouth so you can taste yourself properly. if you weren’t so taken with him, you’d be mad all over again; but instead, you allow yourself to get lost in his recklessness, legs wrapping around him as he settles between your legs, cock driving into your pussy at last, his strokes slow, but brutal. he might not last at this rate, but he doesn’t care; he likes the way your pussy clamps down around him, as if would rather do anything else but let go of him. he kisses you until you feel lightheaded, and then kisses you again. 

if every argument ends this way, you might not survive; but life is way too short to care about things like that, so you don’t worry about it, yet; preferring, instead, to remain rooted in the moment, wanting only to think about how nice it feels to have him hold you like this.

🌙 credit to leafsea for the cute crescent moon divider 🌙

[genshinlover101]

hiya, i would like to request afab reader x ningguang,, and yall don't make PDA in public because of her role as tianquan of the liyue qixing, but you two accidentally do.. and ningguang gets mad LMAO, but i want something to happen next i dont know what, BUT U CAN CHOOSE BC I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING but maybe angst and comfort would be nice hehe, THANK YOU, PLEASE TAKE CARE <3, PLS DONT GET STRESSED, NO STRESS OFC!! love your content <3!

Getting Caught Making Out with Her in Public

Character: Ningguang x afab!reader

Warnings: Slightly elusive to nsfw content

A/n: Thank you thank you ! Plz take care as well

I hope this was good, I wish I could’ve had more of an aftermath but I kind a hit a wall and I didn’t want to do a time skip or something and ruin the emersion

• Ningguang was clear and firm with her instructions when she told you that she will not tolerate any PDA under any circumstances. Not even hand-holding. If you two were seen in public, you were to follow closely behind her, almost like an accessory over a girlfriend.

• It wasn’t anything to do with the embarrassment of you, your gender, or anything of the such. It was just professional and tradition to appear esteemed and dignified. 

• Behind closed doors, however, she was oddly affectionate with you as if to make up for her forced behavior in public. She’d be all over you or allow you to do the same, almost like she was holding back a constant urge to be touching you at any given moment.

Something must’ve sparked within Ningguang to allow you such privilege, the excitement and surge of hormones spreading throughout you both. Maybe it was the scent of her perfume, or that she looked extra pretty that day. Whatever it was you found you couldn’t control yourself. Your mind felt like a puzzle with pieces that didn’t fit within each other. Her eyes equally as dizzy as you pushed her into a random dark alley between two buildings.

Her hands crawling up to entangle your hair and squeezing as her lips were drawn to yours as if she was starved. You felt her hot breath every time she exhaled, her chest elevating with each inhale, something was wrong. Her breathing patterns irregular and staggered. Your hand snaked through the slit in her dress to touch the bare skin of her love handles. She could feel the cool breeze of the night wind rushing through her now exposed hips, the thought of getting caught exciting her.

Her matched aggression made it evident that she was trying to speed up whatever you had going right now. If it wasn’t for Ningguang’s constant conditioning to train you not to indulge in PDA, you would’ve been 100% into it. In confusion you tried to match her pace, your body quivering under her dominance even if it was you who initiated it. You pushed her against the stone wall, causing her to moan a little from the sudden collision and a couple of nearby wooden boxes to collapse and create quite the commotion. 

“Who’s there?” A nearby construction worker asked investigating the noise. Ningguang’s grip on your hair allowed her to pull you off, an obvious panicked look on her face. Her eyes were void of color, terrified of the consequences if she were caught. Her hair messy and her lips swollen, if the man had seen you there was no way he wouldn’t be able to tell what you two were doing. 

As he shined his flashlight down the hall he first saw Ningguang ���Lady Tianquan?” he inquired. “What are you doing in such a dirty place-” his words were cut off by the pair of hands he saw still glued onto her waist. Directing his flashlight to you who was equally in shock.

Pushing you off without hesitation, she brushed her hand through her hair to adjust. Standing tall and proudly despite the embarrassing situation you two found yourselves in. “I will pay you a certain sum of mora for your silence,” Ningguang stated sternly, it was obvious that she was upset. Her voice was laced in anger in fact. “If this gets out to the public, know your consequences.” The construction worker standing in silence and awe.

Before she left herself, she turned back to you who was still frozen in place. “I’ll talk to you at home. You shall receive equal punishment for your impatience.” 

[unfriedough]

‘Forgiven’- Zuko x female!reader

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An: HIYA!  Sorry for the long delay, also sorry if this comes out horrible - I'm sick!!!! Anyways, love u lots <3

Summary:

See request! (Set during the war - Zuko is still not firelord and stuff)

I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE REQUEST AFTER WRITING IT I'M SO SORRY ANON PLEASE FORGIVE ME.

THIS WASN'T MY IDEA, BUT THE REQEST ROUGHLY WENT LIKE:

"Lavabender!reader x Zuko where they argue and it's revealed she's a lavabender and stuff. Lots of fluff and angst but the ending is bitter sweet."

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST ANON AND AGAIN IM SO SORRY I DELETED IT!!!

Warnings: bad angst writing, arguing, lowkey the beginning depicts zuko as how he would be in season 1!Zuko's also toxic in the beginning!

The day started out as ordinary as can be - a light breakfast, followed by stretching, and then firewood hunting. Zuko walked with you through the woods to find the oak, fiddling with his fingers.

“Stressed?” you smiled, leaves crunching under your gentle footsteps.

He rolled his eyes at your chirpy attitude, why were you always so happy? The world is about to end for goodness sake! You frowned, side eyeing him aggressively.

“You have something you want to share, prince?” god, he hated when you called him that - but you did it on purpose. 

Two can play at that game.

“Not that you would understand, peasant.” he practically used the same argument, but his tone was scary - and alot more hurtful.

You scoffed, mouth agape, “What did you just call me?”

He paused walking when you grabbed his arm to make him face you, “What? Are you deaf too?” 

Zuko yanked his arm out of yours, glaring at your retreating figure.

“What’s gotten into you!?”

“What’s gotten into me?” he laughed sourly, “What’s gotten into you?” the firebender jabbed a finger into your chest enough for you to feel it - but not enough for it to hurt.

Zuko’s face inched towards yours, your eyebrows raised. 

“What? What’s gotten into me?” you laughed in a bitter tone.

“You barely ever train!”

Your eyes widened, your hands reaching to clutch your heart. You never trained in front of him, you didn’t feel ready to share your firey power. Recently, you discovered you could bend lava, very weakly, but definitely bending nonetheless. You were confused at first - isn’t lava fire? But no, after mulling it over some more, you realised it’s closer to earth than fire. It was something that made you feel special - unique even! With Toph’s metal bending and seismic sense, you always felt overshadowed by the young prodigy. This was the one thing only you had, and you wanted to achieve a good level of bending before uncovering your golden secret with your found family. You hadn’t realised that in the process, you never trained before their eyes, and so to them, you never did.

“Zuko,”

He cut you off, “The rest of us are working so hard! And what are you doing?”

“I- I,” you thought for a second, “I don’t have to explain myself to you! You good for nothing, JERK!” 

“Good for nothing?” he repeated, a hurt look in his eyes.

You frowned, folding your arms before giving him a taste of his own medicine, “What? Are you deaf too?”

He winced, before swallowing the hard pill that was your words. “You’re insufferable!”

You clenched your fists by your sides, and began to walk away. “I wasn’t done!” he yelled out.

You earth bended a small rock to his knee, which caused him to roll his eyes before storming off. You stumbled further into the woods, picking up firewood, why does he have to be such a hothead? Once your basket felt close to impossible to carry, you made your way back to camp.

“Where’s Zuko?” Sokka asked.

You shrugged, “Don’t know, don’t care.”

Looks of shock passed around the group. “Is everything okay?” the avatar asked.

You found it hard to stay mad once faced by the worried boy, “Dandy.” you replied softly, smiling to sell your story.

Aang quirked a brow, before narrowing his eyes to something distant behind you.

“ZUKO! Where were you?”

The boy in question threw his basket of firewood onto the ground, “Doing what you asked me to.”

“That's a lot of wood. Maybe too much,” Sokka looked between you and Zuko.

Zuko smirked, facing you, “Maybe you should've used your energy for something a little more useful.”

Toph’s eyes widened. It’s no secret that Zuko could be unknowingly mean, but he was always so nice to you. What’s gotten into him?

You smiled a sweet smile in his direction, “Do we have a problem?”

“No. Just pointing out the obvious.”

Katara spoke up, only to be waved off by your hand. “It’s okay,”

You walked off, humming a tune as you handed Sokka the wood. The waterbender’s sibling stared incredulously at you.

The rest of the day moved rather normally, other than the random insult you or ZUko would throw at each other. Your heart ached, why was he so hostile? Why was he so concerned with your training?  

As the moon rose in the sky, and goodnights were passed around, everyone entered their assigned tent. As you laid there, you closed your eyes and listened intently to your surroundings. Once all movement was eradicated, you carefully got up and out of your tent. Stealthily, you moved into the forest, and located your favourite cave. You followed the path that you made not too long ago down to what felt like the core of the earth. Finally, you reached a lava pool, and began to breathe more heavily. The air was suffocatingly hot, and so you removed your jacket and shoes, socked feet touching the mildly hot floor. The warm colours illuminated your troubled features, making you look ethereal. Focusing, you began to make bending movements. It was like it was an intricate dance, your feet light but stable. Finally, you scrunch your face as the lava begins to rise, and you swish it around the small cove, gentle calming tunes leaving your mouth. A sigh left your shaky figure as the magma fell back down. You squealed, “YES!”, alas, you were finally getting somewhere with your ‘magic’. Your happy moment was soon interrupted by your noticing of a shadow. Quickly, you turned around, bending their feet to the floor. 

“Oh. It’s you.” you unbinded his feet, and bumped into his shoulder as you pushed past him to leave. 

“Did you just bend lava?” Zuko swallowed thickly.

“Yeah, and what about it? Think I'm too much of a failure to pull this off? Did you come to patronise me again?” you scoffed

“No I,” he stumbled back slightly, shaking his head. “I came to apologise.”

You narrowed your eyes, turning towards him, feeling as if the apology is insincere, and only to get you to shut up. He began speaking.

“You don't have to forgive me, what I said was out of line and just plain mean. I’m not justifying my behaviour, I just think you deserve a reason. It wasn't your fault, I just had so much pent up stress, and unfortunately, I took it out on you. I’m so, so, so sorry Y/n. You're not a peasant, you’re the best thing that's ever happened to me. Please, please don’t leave me.” tears spilled from his eyes, and you gently wiped them away, pulling him into your warm arms.

You held him for a few seconds, letting his sobs die down slightly.

“It’s okay Zuko.”

“But it’s not! You shouldn’t forgive me this easily!”

You frowned, as you knew exactly what he was thinking, “Zuko, you’re nothing like your father,” you landed a gentle kiss on his lips, the salty flavour of the tears entering your mouth. You rested your forehead against his, as he sniffled.

“I don’t deserve you,”

“You deserve the world.” you grinned.

So, maybe today was a little bit rocky. And sure, Zuko still hasn’t forgiven himself, but you can see the effort he’s trying to put in - and that alone, is enough of a reason to love this troubled teen - no matter how stupid he is.

An: I'm such an idiot I'm actually so sad I deleted it :( Hope you enjoyed this story, SEE YA! <3

[mango-bango-bby]

Hiya mango, I've been a fan of ur account for a while now and I really love ur fanfics ♥︎♡︎. If its ok, can u do one where reader runs away successfully from dad izu? Like they realize that what he's doing is wrong and wants to go to their old life. And that izu has been a mess ever since they ran away, even his daughter misses them so much until one morning, they've come back, making them breakfast realizing that this is where they belong. Hope this makes sense... Thank you <3

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(A/N: I know i always say it but I love writing domestic fics 🥺💕 Also thank you so much!!! I’m so glad you enjoy my fics and like reading them. I hope you like this one just as much!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, domestic stuff, children, angsty angst, escaping, Stockholm syndrome 

Summary: You run away from Izuku, only to come right back  (Yan!Izuku x GN!reader)

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You gently slip into the home with the makeshift key you made. You wanted to escape so so bad in the beginning, you wanted to leave and get back to a normal life. However now that you had, it didn’t feel right. You weren’t... happy.

You weren’t happy despite thinking you would be. From the moment you ran out of that home it was not the same as it was before. The sun was to bright, the sidewalk hurt as you ran on it from the home you had been trapped in, no one helped you no matter how much you asked.

Eventually you had found an old friend who offered to let you stay. You had only been gone for a few days. They kept asking what happened. Yet you said you didn’t remember and told them not to call anyone about you. You didn’t want him or Isamu to get into any trouble.

After running away in the middle of the night from your friends house, you found yourself right back at Izuku’s house. You only thought for a moment before entering the safe walls of the home.

You take a glance inside the bedroom, your heart breaking at the sight. Isamu was curled up in the large bed along with her father, Izuku. Isamu laid in the middle of the bed, much like she did when you were there. She would crawl in between you two when she had a nightmare.

Izuku had dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept since you left, his hair was also disheveled. Isamu seemed to have dried tears on her cheeks, most likely because she didn’t know where you were. You can only imagine that Izuku was comforting her before they both ended up falling asleep.

You let out a sad sigh before leaving the room and into the kitchen. You hope some breakfast onigiri will be enough of a peace offering after your little escape. It was one of Isamu and Izuku’s favorites that you would make. Plus you could make it very quickly before they wake up.

You can only hope that Izuku will forgive you quickly, you know he will but you really hope he’ll be able to forgive you quickly. You really do love him. You can already expect that when he sees you back he will be crying in your arms in happiness.

Isamu most likely will be as well. You loved her and you loved Izuku, even if it took a while to realize it.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[wandaromanova]

No Take Backs

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing

A/N: hi! this was a request! hope u guys like it! unfortunately, i couldn’t find aworldofprompts, but credits to them for the line that was requested! happy reading <3

anon requested: Hiya! May I send in a one shot request for Wanda with this line “Of all the things to say, why did you have to say that?” (saw this on aworldofprompts) and angst please. Or with a fluff ending (it is up to you really). Thank you!! I love your writing btw. Like a lot. A whole lot. Drink lots of water and take care 😊

Summary: Jealousy pushes Wanda to say words she doesn’t mean and will never be able to take back.

Word Count: 2K

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Wanda was madly in love with Y/N L/N. When the Sokovian first encountered you in Sokovia, she couldn’t help but be attracted to you; even if she was on the opposing side at the time.

There was something about your effortless beauty and determination that drew Wanda towards you. She refused to hurt you, even if she didn’t know you at the time.

She had infiltrated the minds of many of your teammates, but not yours. For some reason, Wanda couldn’t bring herself to do the same to you. She didn’t want to disrespect you to invade your privacy in any way.

The attraction she had towards you only intensified when she had joined the Avengers. She had gotten to know you and not only were you physically drop-dead gorgeous; but your mind was too.

Your desire to help others was admirable. You hadn’t had anyone to protect you throughout your life; so you felt like you needed to be a protector to others.

After a year of being on the team, Wanda had finally gathered the courage to ask you out. She knew it was a risky move, considering she didn’t even know if you were into women.

However, the risk paid off, to say the least. After your first date, she had taken you on many more. Shortly after your third date, Wanda asked you to be her girlfriend and you said yes.

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Not much had changed once you both became official. Prior to dating, the two of you were already very close friends with a strong bond. The dynamic between the both of you never changed; the only difference was that you guys could kiss now.

Wanda absolutely adored you; you were the light of her life. She looked forward to collapsing into your arms after particularly long missions. Her heart raced at the thought of being able to fall asleep and wake up with you breathing steadily beside her.

Your sleepy eyes would open up slowly and stare into hers; causing Wanda’s heart to race. You’d mumble out a cute ‘good morning’ as you rubbed your eyes softly. Your morning voice would be laced with tiredness and the sound made Wanda melt into a puddle.

Your relationship has been ongoing for two years. There was nothing but love, happiness, and security between you guys. However, there were doubts you both seemed to carry.

You would get very jealous whenever Wanda got too cozy with Vision. It wasn’t the fact that they were good friends that bothered you, but knowing that Vision somehow managed to fall for your girlfriend did.

He would do all sorts of romantic gestures to win Wanda over; not caring that she was very much taken. He was completely disrespectful of your relationship with the Sokovian.

He would go out of his way to learn to cook for her. He would offer to take her out on “friend dates,” which you knew was a load of bullshit. He would even try to wrap his arms around her whenever he could. Like what the fuck? The audacity that walking air fryer had was baffling.

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As for Wanda? She absolutely despised Natasha Romanoff.

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Okay, Wanda didn’t have any true bad blood with the redhead, but she definitely had a problem whenever the Black Widow was in your vicinity.

Natasha was your best friend and you had a lot of history with her. You both bonded when the Avengers were first formed. Your bond with the assassin surpassed the one she had with you. Natasha knew you better than Wanda did, and she hated it.

Natasha knew small things about you that Wanda should’ve known. For instance, Wanda didn’t realize that you hated onions. She had found out when Natasha switched her sub sandwich for the cheeseburger she had got you. Apparently, onions were your least favorite thing. She didn’t know that, but Natasha did.

Another time, Wanda had no idea you were allergic to strawberries. She had gotten a box of chocolate-covered strawberries for the both of you to share, but she was confused when you declined the offer.

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“I’m sorry bubs, but I can’t eat that.” You spoke shyly as Wanda placed the box of treats down.

“What? Why not?” She asked curiously as her arm rested on the couch behind your head.

“She’s allergic to strawberries, Maximoff.” Wanda’s head snapped towards the entrance of the living room and she was met with the sight of the redhead she disliked.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” Wanda turned her head back to you with guilt dripping from her emerald eyes. You placed your hand softly onto her thigh.

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“It’s okay, honey.”

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Even though you said it was okay, it definitely wasn’t. Well, to Wanda it wasn’t. She hated that she didn’t know absolutely everything there was to know about you. Like seriously? She didn’t even know about an allergy of yours! That’s something she should know! This incident only made Wanda’s distaste towards the assassin grow.

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Now, the entire team was at yet another Tony Stark party. The man really loved to party like the billionaire, playboy he was.

You were stood beside the bar as Natasha served you a glass of your favorite drink. You had no idea where Wanda was; she was dragged off elsewhere as soon as you both entered the party.

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“One Y/F/D, for the beautiful lady.”

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Natasha spoke in a playful, flirty manner as she placed the drink right in front of you. She was leaned over the counter with her ass sticking out behind her. If you weren’t taken, you’d definitely be a mess right now.

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“Why thank you, Natasha. I’m very appreciative of the help. It’s nice to give back.”

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Natasha rolled her eyes at your words as you both began to laugh. Natasha leaned over the counter further, her face dangerously close to yours.

You were very close with Nat; so this was completely normal behavior for the two of you. Playful banter and closeness. However, Wanda was fuming as she watched from across the room.

She couldn’t get the image of your wide smile as your eyes focused on the redhead in front of you, out of her mind. The way Natasha was one ‘accidental’ jerk away from placing her lips against yours, pissed her off to unbelievable lengths.

As soon as Wanda saw you let out a laugh at whatever Natasha had said, she abruptly walked towards you, completely blowing off Steve; who had been talking to her about… she doesn’t even know.

She wasn’t paying attention to anything he was saying in all honesty. Her focus was on the assassin who seemed to have no sense of boundaries when it came to you.

Wanda placed her hand on the small of your back, causing you to jump up in surprise. You stood upright, no longer leaning against the bar as you turned your head to smile at your girlfriend.

“Hey, baby. Where have you been?” You asked as you wrapped your arm around her waist.

“We’re going. Now.” Wanda said as she removed her arm from your waist and walked off, not before sending a sharp glare towards Natasha.

You watched as your girlfriend strutted out of the room angrily. Your head turned back around to Natasha and she sent you apologetic eyes.

“I’m sorry if I caused any trouble. Good luck.” Natasha spoke softly as you sent her an appreciative smile. You downed your drink quickly before making your way up to yours and Wanda’s shared room.

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As soon as you closed the bedroom door behind you, Wanda immediately burst out in a fit of anger.

“Are you serious? Whoring yourself out to Natasha when I’m in the same fucking room?”

You were taken aback by the volume and harshness of her words. You knew she wasn’t fond of Natasha, but the redhead was your best friend. You wouldn’t just cut her out of your life because of Wanda’s jealousy.

“I wasn’t ‘whoring myself out’ to her, Wanda. We were just having a fucking conversation.”

You threw your hands up in the air to show your disbelief and frustration with the argument she’s starting.

“Yeah, sure! You totally nearly kiss someone else while having a conversation. You’re such a fucking liar, Y/N. I didn’t realize I was dating a slut.”

Wanda stood up from where she sat on the edge of the bed as her sarcastic tone filled the room. She walked towards you until she was stood right in front of your face.

“We’ve had this conversation so many times, Wanda. I told you that Nat and I are friends. Nothing more, nothing less. What about that don’t you understand?”

You growled out as Wanda’s eyes turned red. The action didn’t scare you, but it pissed you off even more.

“Okay then! How about I go out there and do the same thing then huh? How about I go and throw myself at Vision? Maybe I’ll go and fuck him before you have the chance to fuck Natasha.”

You stood in shock at Wanda’s words. Her face was so close to yours now that you could feel her hot pants of rage against your face.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“God! He’s a robot, but he’s still better for me than you’ll ever be.”

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That was the final push towards your now broken heart. She knew how you felt about Vision. She knew how worried and insecure you were about their connection through the Mind Stone.

“Of all the things to say, why did you have to say that?” You took a step back from Wanda as regret filled her eyes. She didn’t mean to say what she did, but it was too late. The damage was done.

“There’s a massive fucking difference between Natasha and Vision. Natasha hasn’t tried to make any moves on me, but Vision? Hell, Vision tries to get with you every single time you’re in the same fucking room as he is!”

You completely blew up at Wanda as your voice went up a few octaves. Your face was turning red with how pissed you were. Wanda just stood there and stared at you.

“Was it all a lie, Wanda?” Wanda’s eyes widened at your words. She took a step forward quickly, reaching out for your hand, but you instantly moved it out of her reach.

“Of course not, baby. I love you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I wasn’t thinking. There’s no one who could ever be more perfect for me than you.”

Wanda rambled out her words in a panic. Your eyes never left hers. The sadness in Wanda’s eyes was a contrast to the pure fury in yours.

“That’s a lie. There’s absolutely no fucking way you could’ve said what you just did if you held any love for me whatsoever.”

You turned around and placed your hand on the doorknob in an attempt to leave, but a soft hand grabbed your wrist before you could.

“No. I’m so fucking sorry. I just… I can’t… I refuse to lose you to Natasha.”

Wanda pleaded in a final effort to get you to stay. Tears streamed down her face as desperation took over her features. You refused to look at the Sokovian as you let out a deep breath.

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“Well, you didn’t lose me to Natasha. You lost me to yourself.”

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With that, you turned the doorknob and yanked your wrist out of the crying woman’s grasp as you walked out. The door shut abruptly behind you with a loud slam.

Wanda fell to her knees as sobs took over her body. The realization that she pushed away the one person she never wanted to leave hit her hard. The thought of what just occurred made it hard for her to breathe. Wanda was being suffocated by the endless replay of the argument.

She knew there was no way in hell she could fix what she had so carelessly destroyed. There were so many things she wanted to say to you. She wanted to apologize to you until her last breath, but she couldn’t.

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A plethora of apologies could never erase the permanence of her words.

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There was no taking it back.

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