#FLUUUFFFF

[jalapenokpoppers]

ENHYPEN being protective of you.

Fluuuffff.

Warnings: jealousy and protective enha.

Gn!Reader x Bf!Enhypen

600< Words. 

✔️ Request.

Song rec: DLMLU, Stray Kids. (For no other reason than the fact that I’m in love with this song.)

Heeseung:

•If anyone so much as dare to make you the slightest bit uncomfy he’ll fight them.

•No matter how old you are you’re his baby and he wants to keep you safe.

•He doesn’t get jealous very easy so his protective side isn’t triggered by that.

•When you’re in public he likes to keep a hand on your back or maybe in your back pocket.

•He’s always trying to make sure you’re not overworking yourself and makes time to help with your school or work.

Jay:

•Like Heeseung, he likes to have a hand on you at all times when you’re in public.

•He gets a little jealous, but only if someone is blatantly hitting on you.

•Will be quick to say that he’s your boyfriend and convince the other person to back off.

•Always making sure you’re eating.

•He gets mad if you’ve only been living off of processed foods and will make you home cooked meals for you to eat.

•Especially likes it if you help him in the kitchen.

Jake:

•This boy just wants to do everything for you.

•It’s not that he doesn’t think you can’t take care of yourself, he just doesn’t understand why you’d need to when he can take care of you instead.

•He’s the type of boyfriend to say, “My gorgeous partner here would like to have…” when he orders for you at restaurants.

•Hardly ever gets jealous.

•He’s super caring for you and always asks how your day went.

•Will love to cuddle on the couch and talk to you about all your worries.

Sunghoon:

•He gets jealous very easy.

•He tries not to, it just happens.

•”Baby who was that person you were hanging out with? 🥺”

•He’s attached to you at the hip in public.

•Likes to wear matching couple clothes too.

•He’s always making sure you’re dressed for the weather.

•He’ll pout about but will let you wear his jacket if you get too cold.

Sunoo:

•He’s like Jake and wants to do everything for you.

•Always orders your food for you and asks if you need anything from the store.

•A little jealous but he’s good at controlling it.

•He’s always trying to get you take breaks and naps if you’re tired.

•He knows almost better than you do when something is wrong.

•He’s definitely emotionally protective of you and always tries to make sure you’re handling everything ok.

Jungwon:

•He hates pda but also hates when people stare at you in public.

•His solution is couple clothes or promise rings.

•He’s always worried about you even if you tell him not to be.

•If something ever bothers you he really wants you to tell him about it.

•He thinks you need to talk about it to help release the stress.

•He’s also constantly reminding you to drink water.

•Almost to the point where it’s annoying.

Ni-ki:

•Poor baby gets super jealous and doesn’t know how to deal with it.

•Probably goes to his members for advice when he should’ve gone to you.

•You might even find him crying over it at some point, and then he finally tells you that he’s scared you’re going to leave him.

•Please reassure him, he really does get worried you’re going to leave him sometimes.

•He’s like doing things for you because it makes him feel like he’s taking care of you.

•Loves when you let him pay for things.

•He also loves holding your hand everywhere you go.

[wikluk]

*appears, updates and runs away*

[thomothysdoodles]

Eric just has the most horrible stories to tell. He does it all in that same almost joking tone in an attempt to hide his nervousness. Also because he thinks it’s normal. Whether or not people headcanon his father physically abusive as well, it’s clear this man didn’t have a good or even ok childhood either way. By listening to what he says, it sounds like he wasn’t close with his family really, and his brothers really weren’t nice to him. 🔑

Well it kinda is canon that his brothers treated him very poorly and pranked him (w cry bad jokes) a lot. And me personally I don’t hc Derek as physically abusive but boy, did he belittle and put aside Eric whenever he could. Eric would grip at the tiniest nice gesture his dad would throw his way, and a pat on the shoulder would make up for weeks of nasty looks and grunted words.

Eric rambles, yes, but he also talks to himself to resolv problems, and steam anger, and calm himself down, and to pep talk himself since I can’t help seeing him as extremely lonely.

So whenever he finds some ego who won’t snap at him after ten minutes he’s talking, he thinks out loud and sometimes weird stuff comes out, because he had a big family so how can you not expect some weird stuff, but also terribly sad or scary stuff— but it was a big family, after all.

He promptly cries watching every dad-son scene in movies, because watching them hug it out makes his throat tight, and he whispers to himself stuff like ‘my dad never hugged me like that. My dad never told me he loved me. My dad didn’t teach me to shave. But he did teach Derrik. And he always to Terrik he loved him.’ And stuff like that. And his tone wouldn’t even be envious, just.. extremely sad.

Obviously there are some fucked up things he says that the others catch, stuff involving guns, and shouting, and empty rooms. But he never manages to follow his own train thought and loses track of what he was saying to jump on another thing. Kinda frustrating, but the egos try to make it work, and whenever Eric reveals something that they can help with, they do the best they can.

(Aka Eric is now cuddled a lot by the touchy egos, and told he’s loved and that they’re proud of him by the ones who feel more comfortable with this kind of affection. Other egos help him through stuff he doesn’t understand or knows, with patience and hushed tones when he gets frustrated and overwhelmed, and pat his shoulder with a smile when he eventually figures it out. He’s bapey and he’s proteccted.)

[oddeyesyuya]

Some German Shepherd Vanitas and Kitten Ventus colored sketches from the Animal Rp with @saoryemanoelle Oohhh they’re so adorable playing together, Dog Vanitas always glares at anyone when coming too close to lil Ven ~

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Our Place

Summary: you finally find the time to make Mike's apartment the apartment of both of you.

Pairing: guitarist!Mike x reader

Warnings: fluff, cheeky references to (oral) sex, talking about pineapple on pizza, fluuuffff

Word count: ca 1050

A/N: dunno, this could be my last fic for a while. Gotta see how I'm gonna juggle writing and uni this semester. Neither beta'd nor proofread. 🙈

Title: Our Place

Enjoy 💗 if you liked it, like, comment and reblog💕 writers live off validation

Who knew moving in with Mikey would go that smoothly? It was easy; the two of you a perfect team. In the morning, he’d drive the two of you to college. Surprisingly, your courses were all at the same time, so in the afternoon, he’d take you to your job at the bookstore before going to work himself.

Sure, the evenings were late when he’d come and pick you up, but your time together cooking and joking around made up for it. On weeknights, you’d both be dead tired by the time you finished washing up your dinner plates, all yawning and droopy eyed, that Mike would lift you up and carry you to bed, not bothering to change. He’d just flop down on the bed, pull the blankets over both of you, and you’d be out like a light within a few minutes, snuggled against him, wrapped in his warmth.

But then there are the weekends. You’d both do a short shift on Saturday, but the remainder of your two days off, you’d spend together. Just you two. Doing whatever you want. Most weekends, that would be getting rid of all the sexual frustration that built up during the week. But after two months of living out of your suitcase and doing college work at the kitchen table, you had finally saved enough money to buy some much needed furniture.

Three weeks until the semester ends. That means three Saturdays off to make plans, rearrange the bed- and living room to make space for a closet and desk for you, to get the needed items, and maybe a little bit of decoration as well. And as soon as your break starts and you have more time, you’d start putting everything up. Oh dear, that’s going to be chaotic.

“Okay,” you drag out the word, standing in the middle of the bedroom, waving your arms around.” The closet has the go on this wall, so we have to turn the bed under the window, or should we just get another dresser?”

“If that’s enough to store your stuff, sweetcheeks, I don’t care,” Mikey shrugs, then pouts. “If you’re getting a closet I’d have to move my posters though…”

“So a dresser it is!” You beam, wrapping your arms around Mike’s middle and leaning your cheek against his shoulder. “I know you love your posters,” you whisper, and grin up at him. He turns his head and kisses your forehead. For a moment you just stand there, mentally mapping out the room and how you’ll change it, but then you let go of Mikey and walk straight up to the so far only dresser, and start tugging at it, pulling it, so you could turn the bed. He watches you, just briefly, as you huff at the weight of the fully packed dresser, smiling dreamily, before he breaks from his trance and pushes the piece of furniture from the other side.

With the dresser out of the way, you tackle the issue of the bed next. It’s tricky; the wall just a bit longer than the length of the bed, but somehow, after many frustrated grunts from both of you, you manage to turn the bed. Laughing with relief, you let yourself drop onto the mattress, Mikey doing the same right away, half on top of you. He nuzzles your neck, his unruly curls gently tickling your skin. You giggle. Even more when his hands start wandering, leaving a playful poke to your ribs. But when he finds his way beneath the hem of your t-shirt, you stop him.

“We gotta move the couch,” you declare, flipping the two of you over – a move he seemed to welcome, your words not immediately registering – and get off the bed. You can hear him huff as he gets up and follows you, and you snicker quietly to yourself. Carpet and coffee table are quickly moved closer to the TV. Still, you take a moment to stretch your back before you move over to the couch.

“Alright, on three,” Mike says, positioning himself to lift the couch, while you do the same, “one… two… three.” The last word comes out more or less as a wheeze as you straighten up, the couch much heavier than you thought. “Okay, down. Right by the carpet.”

“Slower, slower… uff,” you huff as you set it down, then jump over the back, turn to face the wall and the free space created, and sit on your knees, arms folded over the back of the couch. “I’m gonna need a lamp there,” you note, your eyes searching the wall for any – ah yes! Two sockets! Exactly where you’d need them. Perfect!

Mike comes to sit next to you and you turn, snuggling up to his side.

“What kinda desk do you wanna have?” he asks you.

“Dunno, one like yours? Seems to have a lot of storage, with the shelf and all…”

You sit in silence for a moment, comfortable. If you’re honest with yourself, you’re almost giddy. Sure, you moved in a few months ago, but now it’s becoming your place, both of yours. Our home, you smile to yourself.

“Alright.” Mikey squeezes your thigh as he gets up. “I’m gonna order us some pizza and then I want my dessert.” He flashes you a cheeky grin and you just roll your eyes.

“Whatever you say, puppy,” you sigh, “Guess you’ll have to make it a pineapple pizza then.” You shrug with a devilish grin, watching how Mikey stops dead in his tracks on the way to the phone.

“You wouldn’t!” he exaggerates a gasp.

“Maybe I would,” you tease back, “It’s good for your vaginal health after all.” You almost burst your façade as you take in your boyfriend’s mortified face. “Do you want it to taste good or not?!”

“Uh, yes but… it always does…”

Oh, his confused face! Such a puppy!

“No pineapple on pizza, and that’s final!”

That’s the first time you’re heard his voice take a stern tone, and one thought flashes through your mind: the little puppy is growing into a big wolf. You shake that thought off quickly before more thoughts can blossom.

Laughing, you get up and lay the table while Mikey places the order, without pineapple!

[fictionalpeoplecompleteme]

Hi! I was wondering if you were taking requests? If you are, I was thinking maybe a Tewkesbury x reader (gender completely up to you) where maybe they're just both being super soft and reader is making a flower crown, talks about the future and just being in young love ?? Tysm 🥺🥰

Title: Perfect

Request: Yes / No

Word Count: 445, short but sweet :)

Warnings: fluuuffff

(A/N): not me writing this fic and it got deleted and i had to write it again 😭. anyways tysm for this request !! it’s literally such a cute prompt !! ily all sm and hope you have a great day !! mwah !

🦋 Request Are [OPEN] 🦋

Many people wish of moments like these. Some say it’s ‘’too much’’ or say it’s unnecessary. But not for the both of you, it was ideal.

Maybe it was because you guys went in the perfect time, the sun wasn’t too bright, yet it wasn’t the dead of night. Therefore creating the most marvelous sunset. Or maybe it was the fact that it was the middle of spring. All the appealing different kinds of flowers covering the fields.

It was perfect.

After both you and Tewkesbury finished your meals (Tewkesbury insisted that he did it himself, even though you saw him and his mother making the meals) and the both of you relaxed on the field. You reading a book and him laying down with his head on your lap, playing with his hair. 

You got bored with reading your book (considering this was the 13th time you read it) and noticed all the beautiful flowers, perfect with making a flower crown. You put the book down, and proceeded to pick up the flowers of your choice. Tewkesbury noticed you stopped playing with his hair, and proceeded to ask:

“What are you doing?”

“Making a flower crown.” you said, concentrating on your work.

“Oh really?” he asked amused. “Mhm, in fact I’m using three flowers for it, each representing something special. Roses, daisies, and tulips.”

“How do you know this? You’re so clever sometimes.” He said smirking to you. To be fair, he’d be lying if he said you weren’t the clever one of the relationship.

“Sometimes? Please, remember that one time you sat down on a patch of grass, and it was me who realized that it was poiso-”

“YES, yes! I remember..” he said interrupting you, not needing the rest of the details.

You laughed, making him look at you, a view better than a sunset. He honestly could not believe you were his.

“You’re so beautiful, did you know that? I honestly can’t wait to marry you.” he said so adoringly 

You stared at him, interrupting your work. But that gaze wasn’t a bad one, both of you knew that, it was an infatuated look. You both spoke of marriage before, so you weren’t scared either, if anything you were also excited. You loved the idea of spending the rest of your life with him. The love of your life.

You proceeded to finish the flower crown, placing it on top of his head. Then you might’ve sneaked a kiss or two.

“Me neither, we’re in it together darling” you said, both of you smiling at each other, him stroking your hand. God, both of you were in deep.

It was perfect.

[liyawritesss]

Day 9 - Christmas Tree Decorating

Pairing: Tokoyami Fumikage x fem!black/poc!reader

Genre: fluuuffff

Synopsis: Mina pairs you and Tokoyami to work on decorating the Christmas tree, and Dark Shadow makes it his job to expose his companions crush on you.

Warnings: agedup! 2nd years, tokoyami x fem!black/poc!reader, there's a tiktok reference in their somewhere

A/N: i can't believe i almost forgot to post the fic i was so excited about 😤 but here it is! Some fluff for our underrated emo/alt king!!

In the spirit of Christmas, Mina had gathered everyone to decorate the dorms for the winter holiday. She even convinced Aizawa to make it an assignment - surprisingly -  so that the students had to do it. Of all the people in Class 2A, Tokoyami was probably the one to dread the activity the most.

    It was not the fact he didn’t like christmas, but Tokoyami wasn’t a very social person. Therefore he wasn’t too happy when he heard that he would be forced to participate in the decoration or risk getting a low grade. To be fair, it would’ve been fine, if Dark Shadow wasn’t in an unusually bratty mood.

    “Ah, Tokoyami!” Mina called out to the male, who had been leaning against a wall due to not having been assigned anything to do by the pinkette. Now that she was here, though he was sure that whatever task he was given, Dark Shadow would make it absolute hell. Tokoyami could very much hear his companion cackling in the background, planning out his assaults.

    “You’re gonna be decorating the tree….with (y/n)!”

    Oh no.

    “She’s already got the decorations by the tree-”

    Oh no.

    “-and with Dark Shadow you can help reach the higher parts of the tree that she can’t get.”

    Oh no no no no no.

    This was going to be absolutely horrid. Dark Shadow was already plotting ways to embarrass his other half in front of the girl he was very fond of. Tokoyami knew this, and begrudgingly made his way to the insanely tall evergreen tree where you were working.

    ‘Your necks getting hot, Fumi, I wonder why?’ the high pitched voice of Dark Shadow said as the shadow emerged from his companion, a devilish smirk appearing on him. Tokoyami groaned, seeing that the shadow had already begun his teasing. “Please don’t embarrass me…”He mumbled. “Me, embarrass you? Never!” Cried Dark Shadow, feigning hurt. 

    Tokoyami saw you and the heat creeping up his neck made the feathers shaping his head hot and uncomfortable. You had your hair tied up in a messy puff ball, curls all over the place, sporting an oversized hoodie and leggings for comfort. He thanked the gods he had a bird head instead of a human face, that way he didn’t have to face the humility of people seeing how flushed he would get from a mere crush.

    Tokoyami was a bit hesitant at first, not sure what to do or how to decorate. On the other hand, you were an expert in tree decorating, and gave the boy directions on how to lay the garland and tinsel, where to hang the ornaments, and the secret places to stash candy canes from the rest of the class. Tokoyami soon broke from the hesitancy and found himself relaxing around you, albeit still quite invisibly flushed being in your presence. There was also still a lingering suspicion that Dark Shadow would pop up and say or do something humiliating to the hero-to-be.

    “What’s this doing in here?” You voiced, shuffling through the last box of decorations. You pulled out a sprig of green twigs wrapped in red ribbon. Tokoyami came over to look at the foreign object in your hands. “What is it, exactly?” He asked, curious as to what purpose the bundle of green twigs held.

    “It’s a mistletoe. Mina might’ve dropped it in here.” You replied. “Mistletoes are pretty common in America. You put it on, like, a door frame, per se, and whoever two people that are caught under it have to kiss. Well, not have to, consent is key after all-”

    The more your explanation droned on, the more the dreaded pit in his stomach ached. Tokoyami knew what Dark Shadow was about to do, and the fact that he was too slow to stop the shadow’s antics made it that much more horrible.

    Dark Shadow had swooped in so fast, you had nearly missed it from blinking. The shadow took the mistletoe and held it above the two teenagers, mischievously chuckling.

    “I was wondering where you were, Dark Shadow. Were you plotting?” You asked, a nervous laugh coming from your lips.

    “You have to kiss now, right?” He chirped, knowing full well what he was doing, Tokoyami tried to get his shadow companion to drop the act, but his attempts were futile. 

    “I am so sorry, (y/n), please forgive him-”

    “It’s fine, it’s fine, really-”

    Both of you had heat creeping up your necks, invisible blushes burning their faces and ears. “We don’t have to, Tokoyami. Consent is required.” You said, aiming your last sentence to the still chuckling shadow above the two of you.

    “I...wouldn’t object…” Tokoyami muttered, head tilted downward in embarrassment. It was a slight shock to you - Tokoyami was never the type to jump into something like this. You wondered if there was a motive behind it, but nevertheless, you complied.

    You cupped the sides of Tokoyami’s face, hands caressing the feathers that adorned it, and quickly placed a light peck at the line where his feathers and beak met. Though it was short and simple. Tokoyami felt himself steadily climbing to cloud nine from it. The sensitive feathers picked up on the softness of your lips and the gentleness of your hold, and he swore he could stay in it for ever.

    Dark Shadow’s childish teasing brought the bird boy back to reality, albeit Tokoyami was more fixated on the words coming from your lips.

    “I hope that wasn’t too embarrassing?”

    “No, no not at all. I...quite enjoyed it, actually…”

    Tokoyami had to suffer with Dark SHadow’s pestering after that, but it was very much worth it to be able to get a kiss from you. Perhaps he’d hang around at a mistletoe at the dorm party in hopes of earning another kiss, or even returning the favor.

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[f4irycafe]

hey !

are u capable of doing angst!!! > smut!!!!! > fluuuffff with azriel please? <3

please be more specific

[rainywritingsx]

Hello! I saw your request are open but I’m not sure if my request will be okay if you don’t know the group called stray kids because I was hoping you could do a scenario with Bakugou x Fem!reader where he doesn’t know she really likes his group called Stray Kids especially the member called Chris but his stage name is Bang Chan and maybe he just hears her talking about how cute he thinks he his and how she loves his Australian accent and the cute dimple basically just going on about how much 1/2

She loves him so maybe he either gets jealous or or confronts her depending if you want to make them already dating or just crushing on each other and she’s just like lowkey confused on what he’s angry about until he sees that’s she watching them perform in the common room TV and starts talking about how cool he dances/performs and he’s like OH and just fluffy ending and all please !!💛💛💛💛💛

Do I know stray kids? H o n e y I’ve been stanning them since they were on the survival show!! And chan is one of my faves uwu (along with felix) so I absolutely love this idea!

For those who aren’t aware, Stray Kids is a kpop group consisting of 8 members (let’s all cry bc woojin ;-;) and bang chan is one of the members!

Lemme put a gif of them here real quick hehe :D

Now onto the fluuuffff

Warnings: uh some swearing bc it’s Bakugou

Words: 1098

“He's just so cute! Have you heard him speak English, Mina? His accent is just..."

"Yes!! And gosh his singing voice too!"

"And his adorable dimples..."

Bakugou frowned upon accidentally overhearing the conversation his girlfriend was having with their friend. Who the fuck was she talking about? She wouldn't cheat, right? No way, y/n wouldn't ever do that and Mina definitely wouldn't encourage her. Maybe it was a guy Mina liked or something.

For now, he decided to keep it for himself and continued walking, clenching his hands into fists as he tried not activating his quirk hearing y/n squeal yet again. He didn’t know why but it was pissing him off.

The next day, Mina and y/n entered class, giggling as they continued their conversation. Bakugou nonchalantly glanced at the pair from his seat and grumbled when he realised they were talking about that guy yet again.

"Hey Bakugou!" Mina greeted him before greeting the rest of the bakusquad.

"Hey babe! How did training go yesterday?" Y/n asked sweetly as she looked at her boyfriend. Bakugou scoffed and looked away, causing the girl to frown. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong when Aizawa entered the class and soon everyone was in their seats. Her lips formed into a small pout as she had to wait until class was over to talk to her boyfriend again. Why was he acting off? She knew he was a grumpy gremlin, but this was different.

She tried making eye contact with him, but it seemed as if he was completely avoiding her gaze, staring down at his paper or looking at Aizawa. Bakugou was someone who cared about his grades but usually he'd glance at y/n occasionally.

As soon as the bell rang, Bakugou left class, causing y/n to frown again. She walked up to Kirishima who had most likely noticed his friend's weird behaviour as well.

"Hey Kirishima, do you know if anything is wrong with Bakugou? He seems to ignore me." Y/n pouted. Kirishima just smiled at her reassuringly before answering her question.

"I think he probably went to bed a little late. You know how that guy is when it comes to his bedtime." Y/n giggled and nodded. Boy, Bakugou was definitely a disciplined person.

"You're probably right." At least she hoped so..

••••••••••••••••••••

Bakugou sighed, feeling annoyed but not really knowing why. Was he annoyed at y/n? At himself? At nothing? At that jerk she was talking about? He had no idea, but he did know it just didn't feel right.

What was so special about that dickhead, huh? Her boyfriend was right here!

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw y/n, who he had been trying to avoid, sitting on the couch with Mina and watching something on TV.

"Look at him!" Y/n exclaimed as she pointed at Chan. "Gosh I can't with his dancing! And that voice, how does he do that while moving so much at the same time?"

Bakugou was finally putting the pieces together. She was talking about some singer?

"Hey Bakugou, what are you doing here?" Mina, who had caught on Bakugou's jealousy smirked. "Wanna watch too? Your girlfriend here loves this group!" Y/n giggled and blushed as she hit her friend playfully. When she looked at her boyfriend, she noticed his cheeks were slightly red, his face a had an annoyed expression and his head were balled into fists. She squinted her eyes at him and then got up.

"Wait a second. Were you jealous, Katsuki?" Y/n asked as she walked up to Bakugou, who muttered some incoherent words as he looked anywhere but at his girlfriend. Mina couldn't help but let out a giggle before she left the two.

"Why the fuck would I be jealous." Bakugou said, though his angry tone completely gave away that he was lying. Y/n couldn't help but smile before wrapped her arms around him, hugging him as she rested her head on his chest.

"You know I love you right? I wouldn't trade you for the world, Suki." She smiled, knowing that he secretly liked the nickname.

"Don't say that when we're here, dumbass. Someone could enter the room."  Bakugou mumbled, his tone completely contradicting his words.

"I would never ever leave you, not even for Chan." She giggled, to which Bakugou huffed as he wrapped his arms around y/n as well.

"Of course not. I'm fucking awesome." He said, which made her chuckle. His confidence was something she never got tired of. However, she was also aware that he had his insecurities just like everybody else.

"You know, you could've just told me that you were jealous." She said after a small silence. Bakugou sighed before nuzzling his face in y/n's hair.

"I thought it was dumb, and I didn't even know you were just talking about some stupid Korean singer." Y/n pouted.

"Heey, just because hes not as amazing as you doesn't mean he's stupid."

"Whatever." He mumbled. Y/n giggled and glanced up at her boyfriend, a giddy smile never leaving her face before she buried her face into his chest. She sighed contently at the silence as Bakugou’s hand started gently rubbing her back.

“Aww look at Y/n and Bakugou!” A voice suddenly exclaimed excitedly. Y/n and Bakugou both gasped as they pulled away from each other at the speed of light, an embarrassed blush evident on both of their faces.

“Where the fuck did you dipshits come from?!” Bakugou exclaimed angrily as he looked at Uraraka, Midoriya and Todoroki who had entered the room.

“We came back from training.” Todoroki answered.

“Its not our fault you two are acting all lovey-dovey in a place our whole class uses.” Uraraka giggled as the blush on y/n’s face darkened.

“But we didn’t mean to stare or anything! We just walked in and you two-“

“Shut the fuck op Deku!” Bakugou yelled as little sparks emerged from his hands, which made y/n’s eyes widen as she quickly put her hands on his arm.

“A-anyway we’re gonna go... see you all later!” She quickly spoke as she tried pulling the angry blonde with her, quietly giggling at his flustered state. It was quite amusing to see him like that.

“YOU GUYS SAW NOTHING!” Bakugou yelled once more before finally giving in and coming with his girlfriend.

“Jeez babe, are you embarrased of me or something?” Y/n fake pouted to which he just rolled his eyes. He knew that she was just messing around.

“Shut up dumbass. Now let’s go to my room and cuddle.”

[userdokja]

Just In time. | Peter Parker x Stark!Reader.

Summary: A soulmate AU in which there’s a timer on your wrist and tells you how much time is left until you meet your soulmate. 

Warnings: Fluuuffff. My Writing and Grammar. 

Requested by: @spideygirl2003 thanks for the amazing request! ❤️💛

A/N: to make up for the angsty peter parker soulmate au. 

(gif not mine)

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You’re about to meet your soulmate today. 

there’s exactly thirty three minutes left, you already took a shower, brushed your teeth, wore your favorite outfit. You were excited, Really excited. after waiting seventeen years you’ll finally get to meet him. 

You were in the car with your father- Tony Stark and Happy Hogan, Tony Noticed that you were tapping your foot on the car floor too much. 

“You alright?” You faced away from the window to look at him. 

“Yep, Just nervous.” he flashed you a reassuring smile. 

“It’s going to be okay, You’ll meet him when It’s time to meet him.” You sucked in a deep breath and nodded at him. 

“Who are we going to meet anyways?” 

“Just some kids with different kinds of mutations, We could help them or recruit them.” 

“why do I have to go too?” You asked.

“Because...You also have what they have.” 

You laughed a little. “Dad, all I can do Is feel other people’s emotions. and that’s because some strange passed it on to me as he died! I’m not useful!”

“Trust me, You are.” You arrived at the Avengers Facility where the meeting will be held, You saw your Aunt Natasha on the way with Steve. You checked your wrist and there was only two minutes left. 

You walked in the room and saw several people who was about your age, Your dad started talking but you only zoned out, you could feel the ticking of the clock on your wrist joined by your fast heartbeat, You checked again. ten seconds. 

where could they be?

You swallowed the lump on your throat.

four, three. two..

Someone opened the door and you looked up. 

..one.

“Sorry I’m--” The boy with beautiful dark brown hair and eyes met your gaze. “--late.” the last words came out as a whisper. 

“You’re just in time.” You said and you both continued to look at each other in surprise. 

“holy shit, they’re soulmates.” Someone said in the room, Steve gave him look. For the first time in a while you could only focus on one emotion and those emotions are yours. 

“Alright, how about we take this meeting to another room?” Natasha said, Everyone nodded in agreement. and walked out. You finally broke eye contact and walked closer to the boy. 

“I’m..Y/n Stark.” 

“P-Peter Parker. I mean.. That’s me. that’s my name I’m Peter Parker. Oh god of course that’s me.” You could feel his nervousness matching with your own. 

“It’s really nice to meet you Peter Parker.”

----

Tony let you both go out and get to know each other, You both went to get some burger first. 

“So, Spiderboy. you’ve known dad for a while?” You asked. 

“Yeah..He helped me with stuff and gave ma a new suit..."

“I wonder why I’ve never met you before." You wondered, you dad basically dragged you with him everytime there’s a teenager with superpowers. 

“Where are we going to go after this?” 

-

You ended up going to the library since you mentioned you've never been in a public library before.

"This is cool. Way bigger than the library at home." You said while looking around. You looked back at Peter and he smiled at you.

"You can go pick a book." You smiled at Peter before walking away. When you were out of sight he finally let out the breath he was holding.

He was happy and very nervous, But mostly happy. He wanted to scream out of happiness, But instead he took a deep breath and pulled out a random book from the shelves. He was starting to calm down when you passed by while examining a book. He didn't know why suddenly everything was in slow motion, Probably his spidey senses? No. It was just you and your effect on him as his soulmate.

His heart started to beat faster again. He sighed and mumbled to himself, "Great."

He walked towards the table where you were and sat down in front of you, You were reading a book about Norse Mythology. Probably because you've met a Norse god before and became friends with him.

You both talked about things for a while, And soon you were both comfortable with each other. No one was nervous or shy. It was about 6:28 when your dad texted you that you'll need to go home.

You didn't even realize that the sun was going down. Peter walked you back to the tower you both took the elevator.

"Maybe we can meet again tomorrow? If you're not busy." He offered. You didn't hesitate to say yes.

"Of course. I'm not busy-- I'm actually never busy." You both stared at each other for a while. Finally, Peter leaned in and captured you lips, It was gentle and sweet.

You broke the kiss and at the same time, The elevator doors opened. Your dad stood there, Shocked.

"I- Mr. Stark." Peter started babbling. "Hello sir." You both walked out of the elevator.

"Well, I honestly should've seen this coming." Tony sighed. "Y/n go to your room I'm just going to have a talk with Peter."

"Just don't scare him too much?" You started to walk away and gave Peter a small reassuring smile. You walked away and smiled to yourself as you looked down at your timer, Glad that it was Peter Parker and not someone else.

A/N: Soooo, Spiderman's out of the mcu. So that means no more Aunt May and Happy?

oh god.

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Purple Highlighters

AN: daay 3!! college!spideychelle. get ready 2k words of fluuuffff!!

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It has been six months since Peter arrived at college and he already come up with some sort of system—routine, if you will.

He spent most of his time attending classes and completing tasks (don’t forget his swinging side gig), so he rarely has time for himself. He can’t remember the last time he saw Ned in the flesh. (Okay, it had been, like, two weeks, but Peter still wasn’t used to not seeing his best friend every day.)

Despite this, Peter knew it was necessary. He knew he had to make some sacrifices if he wanted to do a good job so he could get one.

But just because he rarely has time for himself, doesn’t mean he has no time for himself. Because that’s not true. Because he has an hour twice a week, every week where he can just relax.

Where is he during this time? you may be asking. In the library, he would answer. And yes, he understands that being in a library studying during his time off does not count as relaxing.

But, it does when he’s watching MJ.

Two months into his new school year, is when Peter cracked his new schedule and he went into the library to revel in his new peace.

Of course, he took a textbook with him, but it wasn’t because he needed to study, but because he felt like it. Oh, it felt good to say that.

So, he set his stuff down at an empty table because everyone else who had a break was not spending their time in a library, so it wasn’t really difficult to find one.

He plugged in his earphones and listened to music while working. His volume was on the lowest setting, because thanks to his superpowers, he could hear it perfectly.

Peter was lost in his own world of no worries and he knew that it would only last for another fourty-five minutes, but he intended to enjoy this as much as he could.

His solitude was interrupted by someone dropping a stack of books on the table across from him and pulled out a chair and flopped down.

They did not look at Peter or acknowledge that he was there at all. They opened one of their books and began taking down notes.

While they paid Peter no mind, he could not tear his eyes away from them.

She was gorgeous.

Absolutely perfect.

Peter has read about love at first sight and he’s heard what it felt like, but he’s sure—no, a hundred percent certain—that this is not it.

No, no. This is something else.

If there is a word for being so completely and utterly astounded by someone or something that you have only just laid your eyes on, it would not do this moment justice.

His mouth fell open just a fraction, not enough to be noticeable, but Peter could feel it.

He stared at the girl for a few seconds later and committed her everything to memory. He feels that it would be superficial to focus only on her face, when Peter is fascinated by every aspect of her.

He memorised the way her eyes squinted as she brought her face closer to whatever textbook she was reading to see clearer. The way her wrist flicked out with each stroke of her pen. He analysed the stray curl that hung defiantly from the bun on her head.

He loved every inch of what he saw, and what he had yet to know.

The girl—Peter understands how rude this sounds, but he doesn’t know her name yet and this the best he come up with—must have felt his staring, because she stops writing.

The tip of her pen hovers precariously over the page as she slowly glances up at Peter and looks at him.

Peter swears his heart stops.

Or starts beating a thousand times faster.

Maybe both at the same time.

She said nothing, just raised her eyebrow at him in question, and Peter thinks this must be what a stroke felt like.

When it became apparent that she was going to get no answers from him, she went back to her book.

No, Peter wanted to say, I still need to know how many freckles you have on your face, if you have any. (She has none. Peter knows this now.) But his mouth had yet to catch up with his brain, and when it did, it was too late.

The girl was packing up her stuff and getting ready to leave. Before she did, she shot him another curious look.

Since then, for the past four months, the two have met in the library every Tuesday and Sunday for an hour. It’s not like they planned this, their schedules just happened to line up perfectly to allow this, and Peter wasn’t going to question it.

In all this time, Peter and MJ—as he found out was her name when one of her friends called her to hang out—have never spoken a word to each other. Peter has never seen her on campus and if it was not for these weekly meetings, Peter would have thought she doesn’t even go to the school.

Beside all this, Peter is sure he knows almost everything there is to know about her. Not in a creepy way, just in a I-don’t-really-pay-attention-to-things-but-I’m-really-observant-when-it-comes-to-you kind of way.

He knows she’s right-handed, although she is practicing drawing with her left. She is an English major and is taking an Art History course. She has a beauty mark just below her left nostril and a streak of purple in her hair. It took Peter about a month to spot that and when he did, he almost fell out of his chair.

Peter also knows her birthday was June 10th and didn’t really like celebrating it.

Another thing Peter found out was that MJ was crazy organised. Unlike Peter, who lost a different backpack every week, MJ had her life together.

She carried at least five pens with her, two erasers, five pencils and fifteen different coloured highlighters. Peter didn’t know highlighters came in that many colours.

(They don’t. Peter Googled it. They come in thirteen.)

Point is, MJ is put together, and prepared.

The list of things he knows about MJ is way longer, and gets way more intensive around number twelve, but that is everything he can pull from the top of his head.

Peter has a test coming up, so—unfortunately—Peter actually had to do some studying and not just sit and watch MJ. Yeah, he’s bummed about it to. And the concussion he may or may not have from patrolling the night before made this hard.

He has his earphones in again, and his face scrunched up slightly as he summarised notes from the textbook he was reading.

“Hey, uh, can I borrow a highlighter?”

The sudden voice threw Peter off, and he jerked his head up so fast that he thinks he must have snapped it.

(He didn’t, he’s just dramatic.)

He found MJ staring at him expectantly and it was then that Peter realised that it was her who spoke. To him.

Now, he wishes he could go back in time and replay it again so he could properly hear each and every vibration in her voice.

He got his wish when she repeated her question. “Can I borrow a highlighter?”

Peter wants to try and sound poetic and say that her voice sounds like honey; soft and thick. But, that would be false.

No, MJ’s voice sounds like coffee; creamy and rich. Her voice sounds rain; rhythmic and hypnotising.

Peter could write a sonnet about her voice. He would, actually, as soon as got to his dorm.

He internalised the way her mouth curled around words as she let them roll of her tongue.

But here’s the thing. MJ is the most organised person Peter knows. Granted, he doesn’t know that many people, but out of those he does, MJ has to be the most put together.

And Peter knows she has at least a dozen highlighters on her right now. And it is because of this—and his stupidity—that he says, “But you have highlighters.”

MJ’s eyes widen in surprise and Peter realises what he’s said and tries to backtrack. “Sorry! What I meant was that you have a lot already. You usually do. Have a lot. Of highlighters.”

“Oh.” MJ says, ducking her head, some of her curly hair falling like a waterfall around her face, giving Peter a glimpse of her purple streak. “No, you’re right, I do have one. A highlighter.”

She pulled one out of her pencil case and continued studying.

Peter let out a soundless scream of frustration and pulled at his hair, the motion upsetting his spinning head.

He continued watching MJ and wondered all the different ways he could have handled the situation better.

Deciding to not think about it to much—a first when it comes to MJ—he opened his mouth again. “I’m not mean!” She looked up from her notes in surprise. “Like, I wasn’t trying to be. It’s just that I’ve noticed you always have a lot of stationery with you.”

She smiled nervously. “You have?”

“Yeah, I have. And I think it’s really cool, MJ, because I can’t even remember when the last time I used a pen was,” he admitted equally as nervous. His stomach was doing crazy flips. He could not believe he was having an actual conversation with her.

MJ’s head tilted to the left slightly and she asked, “You know my name?”

Shit, shit, shit! Peter thought anxiously. Fix this!

“Uh, yeah, I heard one of your friends say it. Not that I was listening to your conversations! Just that I could hear you guys. That’s not to say that you speak loud, my hearing is just super good.”

Not what ‘fix this’ means.

“Peter.” He looked up at her. “It’s okay, I know your name too. I just didn’t think you were paying attention.”

Peter almost snorted at that. “Of course I’ve been pay attention.”

“Yeah?” He nodded. “What have you noticed?” she asked genuinely curious.

Don’t screw this up. “That you drink tea every Sunday; each of your notebooks is some variation of blue; even though you literally own all the colours, you only ever use the purple highlighter.” And sure enough, the purple one was in her hands and she blushed as she looked down at it.

This made Peter smile.

“I’ve done my share of observing too,” she admits.

This surprises Peter. There is no way she has been watching without him noticing, what with how much he’s been watching her.

MJ nods. “Yeah. Your study diet seems to only comprise of Sour Patch Kids and Powerade; you have a new backpack every week you’re here; nine times out of ten, you come in here limping, with a bruised lip or a sprained wrist. Which has lead me to believe that you are either apart of some Fight Club—”

Peter laughed. “I have no time to be hanging around with Brad Pitt.”

“—or you’re a vigilante.” Peter sputtered. “Like, it’s been on my mind for a while now and I thought I’d have come to a conclusion by now, but I got nothing.” He almost fell out of his chair at her comment, but he tried to make it look like he leaned to far back.

“I am not a vigilante.”

MJ shrugged.

“Uh, MJ?” She nodded slightly, tilting her head to the left again. Peter memorised her mannerisms and little idiosyncrasies. “Were you...were you only watching me because you though I was a vigilante?”

Peter watched as the actual meaning behind his words reached her and she sat up straighter. She didn’t answer for a while, and Peter didn’t get his hopes up.

But then, MJ cleared her throat slightly. “Yeah. Why else would I be watching you?”

“Oh.” That stung, Peter will admit. It hurt to know that to her, he just a puzzle she needed to solve.

Two weeks passed by and Peter aced his test and MJ and Peter hadn’t spoken since.

It was Sunday and MJ was nowhere to be found. It had been fifty minutes and she hadn’t shown up yet. Peter tried not to be affected by it—it’s not like these are official meetings and she needs to call ahead or anything—but it didn’t make it hurt less.

He was getting ready to leave, when he heard voices coming from outside. MJ’s voice. Even after two weeks, he could still pinpoint it.

“Liz, stop it!”

“No, Michelle. You’ve been pinning for months now, and then you finally get your shot and you blow it. You are going to march in there and fix this. I love you, but we need to work on your self-destructive tendencies.”

After a silence, MJ responds with, “You’re right.”

Peter stops listening after that. His bag is slung over his shoulder and he is making his way to the door when MJ walks through the door. They stood a few feet away from each other, just staring.

MJ broke the silence first. “Hey, Peter.”

He nodded back. “MJ.” He will never get used to the weight of her name in his mouth and he doesn’t think he wants to. He wants to say her name and have it feel like the first time all over again.

He begins to walk past her and makes it to the door before stops him.

“Wait.” For some reason, he does, with his back to her. “I lied. I wasn’t only watching you because I thought you were a vigilante.”

Peter turned at that.

“I asked you for a highlighter because I wanted to talk to you. I still do. So, if you’ll forgive me, I’d like to start over.”

He mulls this over. “I’m Peter,” he says sticking his hand out with a smile that could reach the ends of the Earth.

MJ’s smile was not as big, but her eyes and the crinkle in her nose gives her away. “I’m MJ.” She takes his hand in hers.

“Nice to meet you. Well, it’s a beautiful Sunday, and I happen to enjoy great cups of tea on Sundays.”

“What a coincidence. I happen to know one of the best tea places in the city, if you’d like to tagalong?”

“I’d love to.”

They walked out together. He never let go of her hand.

So, maybe, just maybe, there might be something about this love thing.

[likesomekindofcheese]

The Knight of Hallow’s Eve (A Knight!Gwylim Lee Oneshot)

Pairing: Knight! Gwylim Lee x fem! Reader

Word Count: 6,000 (wahoo)

Get ready for some fluuuffff!

Warnings: A mention of sex feat. a creeper, witches, a bit of violence, mentions of violence, Halloween magic, a DND reference, and good ol’ fashioned Urban Fantasy.

Prompts: #10 - “Nope, I’m not scared. Not at all” and #45:  “I hate the woods…especially at midnight on flippin’ Halloween! How did we get so lost?”

A/N: This is my oneshot for @forever-rogue‘s 2019 Halloween Challenge! I wanted to get a little more creative this time around. I hope it’s Halloweeny enough for all of your tastes. I hope you guys all enjoy it! (Also tagging @jimmypagesandbrianmayshair, here you go! Knight! Gwilym on the house!)

“I’ll take your dare; I’m heading to the woods,” you said.

Your darer, Carl, smirks with slight disappointment. Alcohol mixed with truth or dare on a Halloween’s night get together made him bold. His leering at you made the chocolates in your stomach flip over.

For your dare, you were given two choices-you had chosen heading to the woods over stripping for him. You’d take anything over that.

Your friend, Erin, runs over to get your arm.

“You can’t! You know that’s where that killer’s been lurking! You’ve seen the news!” she begs. Her black eyeliner is smudged with worried tears.

“I’ll be back in ten minutes. I won’t run into any killer. Set a timer.” You suggest.

You know what the alternative is and so does she.

Erin shoves her purple manicured hand into her black corset. From it, she retrieves a necklace with a simple, dark blue stone.

“Here, take this. For protection” she offers.

You accept it. You know she has always been obsessed with the magical, claiming to be a witch (“but…I’m a different witch…it’s complicated, Y/N!”) and you could accept any possible good luck to get through these next ten minutes. Kindness from her was always a blessing itself, superstition or not.

I can handle this you think.

Crickets chirruped quietly. The trees make the air clean along with the crispness of the breeze. You peek back behind you. You see the back-porch lights of Erin’s house and their faint chatter of what truth to give the next sucker in your group.

An owl swoops over your head. You turn around to look for it, but you only see a faint silhouette and hear its wings flutter away.

You turn your head back to the house. The porch lights are gone.

You take ten steps closer to the house. Besides, if you are still in the woods and can still see them, it still counts as being in the woods. Dare accomplished.

There is no house.

You keep walking, trying to convince yourself that you misjudged your steps. Another turn, and there it will be. Progressing slowly, the night is getting darker and the moon is bobbling in its slow line above.

Trees and darkness is all there is.

You tried to remember what the back of the house looked like. A sign. Anything. But your brain has blanked in panic. You keep walking, almost running, trying to see anything in the darkness.

Reaching down into the pocket of your jacket, you feel the necklace. It’s suddenly hot. Surprised, you take it out and to your shock, it’s glowing light blue. Squinting from the darkness, you see a tree a few feet from you has started glowing bright blue too.

Getting closer, it becomes more beautiful and surreal. It’s a tall willow tree with light blue leaves that seem to swirl as they rustle with the wind. Your eyes blink to make sure it’s real. You have never heard of glowing trees anywhere!

You let the amulet rest on your palm. Suddenly, it floats above your hand. You scream a little in surprise. It’s too heavy for the wind. You feel your head spinning.

A bright beam of light blue light, matching that of the leaves of the tree shoots forth until it meets the dark wood- making a large black hole.

“AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

Clunk!

A form falls through the hole and lands facedown into the leaf-ridden ground. The colors melt from light-blue to a musty red. Though it is night, there is enough light that one might think it was the early evening.

“Are you alright?” you ask, shell shocked.

“I…hope I am” he answers.

He starts to groan and get up. Two things strike you: first, not only is he incredibly tall with dark brown hair and the most astonishingly blue eyes you have ever seen, but even more so his clothes.

He is wearing a full plate of shining armor.

This is nothing like the plastic knight armor you see in costume shops. It thuds with heaviness and its silver sheen makes him bright amongst the redness. There is a bit of rust and dirt, here and there. But the edges and quality you know would make any cosplayer or costume designer drool.

How rich would someone have to be to buy a full plate of armor that good for only one night?

“Who is that?” The man pecks his head up. You step back a little. He’s a handsome man with high cheekbones, soft lips, and eyes the color of the sky.

He starts to pull his arms down to get up. “I…I’m alright, I think. But may I ask, where am I?”

You tell him the name of the city you live in.

He arches his eyebrows. “What kind of kingdom is that? Do you have a ruler?”

You tilt your head.

“No…uhm…we don’t. Look, are you a part of a live Dungeons and Dragons campaign?”

“I have no campaign; other than slaying monsters I’ve been sworn to slay and protecting the innocent. I made a vow to the king of my land after the dragon attack” he says.

He sounds genuine.

“Well…wherever you are, you must be far from home.”

“As a knight, I must go where I am called to. You see, the good witches gave me this…” he begins.

From beneath the breastplate of his armor, he reveals an amulet identical to yours. You stop breathing until you must take in a sharp inhale.

“The good witches of my kingdom tell me that if help is truly needed, then the amulet will lead me there. I am on a quest to fight the black rider. I have asked the amulet where the black rider is-what I must do, and if someone is in need or in danger. And it glowed to this tree…and now I am here.” He confesses. He straightens his back in a bit of pride.

“Well, uh…let’s make this simple. You see…this stuff isn’t normal where I’m from but, I could use some help. My name is Y/N. Y/N L/N.” you inform.

“I am Sir Gwilym of the Lee house, my lady.” He replies, with a short bow. He grins and stands erect as if saying he won a championship.

“I…I guess you could say I’m not…not a real lady” you stutter, gathering what knowledge you gained from Fantasy books and period dramas. Anything to help him.

“I’m just a humble peasant, according to your world.” You add, turning pink.

“Yet every woman, peasant or none, is a lady and deserves protection when needed. And if no one else will protect and assist them, then I must, my lady.” He responds with a shrug.

Smiling toothily, you remind him “I have a name, it’s Y/N.”

“Lady Y/N then!” he finishes raising his arms a little.

The wind picks up speed a little and it feels like a bony finger brushing your necks. Gwil’s armor shivers a little, despite its thickness.

“Lady Y/N, I have been riding and searching for two days. I haven’t rest and ate only grass. Do you know of shelter?” he questions. The dark circles under his eyes and slight weakness in his steps are more obvious.

“Yes. There’s a house somewhere around here…I just have trouble remembering where. I had to go out here and I got lost.” You recall. You start clutching and fiddling with the amulet in your pocket.

“May I accompany you? For your safety?” he asks.

“Sure.”

He takes a branch from the tree full of red and orange leaves. Gwilym notices how your jaw drops a little at the sight of them.

“Trees like these may light our way. They’ve aided me many a time” he explains.

“Ours don’t glow here. They bloom green when it’s warm. And some have flowers. Normal stuff” you explain.

“Ah! That is its own set of magic.”

You walk together for a bit. He lumbers across and you must scurry to keep his pace. His armor clanks a little mixing with the crunch of leaves beneath your feet. Walking alone in the dark with a knight as kind (and handsome, you confess silently) as Gwilym you feel your heart pick up the pace. You distract yourself by looking around for a path or sign of the house. There’s still nothing.

“I hate the woods…especially at midnight, on flippin’ Halloween! How did we get so lost?” you whine.

“We could find the tree and turn around” Gwilym suggests. He waves the branch in the other direction.

But when you try that strategy, the tree is nowhere to be seen. You begin wandering together hoping for any sign of human life. After a few minutes in silence, curiosity strikes you.

“Sir Gwilym, uhm…why have you been traveling in the woods?” you ask.

Gwilym grits his teeth. “There is a foe I have sworn to defeat. A foe that has been preying on the children and maidens of my kingdom and some say of neighboring ones. He has been spotted in these very woods. I must find him and bring him to justice” he says.

You nod. You admire his profile from the glow of the magic leaves.

“That’s very brave of you.” You laud. You can smell the cold air in your throat.

“Especially…since I have a little niece” he sighed. His face tightened. Did knights normally speak of their loved ones? Were they permitted?

“She is so dear to me. If anything were to happen to her, I would never…” he stopped himself.

He grew pale with fear of what could happen. You give him a hopeful smile, touching his arm feels too bold.

“You’ll find your foe.” You assure to him, looking up into his eyes, softly.

“Your niece will be …”

You are interrupted by a horse whinny and the clutter of hooves.

“Looks like you’re right” Gwilym stammers.

Before you stands a huge knight on a white Clydesdale horse, both in full black armor with faint red stains. Blood and dirt reek from them.

You freeze, unsure what to do. Gwilym leaps in front of you, blocking you, and unleashes a gleaming sword from his hilt. But the Knight’s shield, twice the size of your body, smacks him across the jaw and knocks him to the ground. Gwylim’s sword falls to the side with a clatter.

“Gwilym!” you cry impulsively.

The knight turns his head and looks at you. He lifts his visor to reveal big, yellow eyes like that of a piranha. You rush and grab the sword, aiming the hilt at him and circling around Gwilym.

The knight hops off the horse and approaches you, sword in hand aimed at your heart.

“Be scared, little girl” he booms.

“Nope. I’m not scared. Not at all” you half-lie. Anything to stop your shaking grip.

You charge and stab him in the breast quickly. His frightened horse dashes away. The black rider falls to the grass. Black leaves replace his plates of armor until they drift away into eternity.

You run over and lend Gwilym your hand to help him up. He looks up at you in amazement.

In the distance, you hear your friends calling out your name. You can make out the distant lights of flashlights.

Gwilym breaks the silence saying, “Lady Y/N…thank you.”

He kisses your hand devotedly. His lips were so soft that it was not stopping your adrenaline from the fight.

He asks for the sword and you hand it to him. Gwyilm kneels on one knee. His two large hands holding onto the hilt while the sword digs lightly into the ground. He lowers his head.

“I am ever in your debt…though I am not sure yet how I may return home. But I swear, even after I return, you are ever my lady and should you need me, I will always be in your service” he promises.

[hollandarling]

Not Another Day

Not Another Day

Masterlist

Summary: After a long flight, Tom comes home to you with a certain question in mind—a question that he can’t wait any longer to ask.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

POV: Tom + y/n

Warnings: FLUUUFFFF and lots of it

Word count: about 1200

A/N: Trying my hand at some Tom Holland fluff. I really tried to find a super fluffy gif to pair with it but it’s 1am and this is just about all I found. Please let me know your thoughts and any requests you might have xx

“If you will please fasten your seatbelt, we will be landing shortly,” a woman’s voice spoke over the intercom.

Tom anxiously looked at the flashing overhead sign and fiddled with the box in his sweatpants pocket. Ten hours. Ten hours he’d been on this flight without a wink of sleep. God he was nervous… but he couldn't wait to be home and be in your arms again.

The plane landed harshly on the ground making him grip tighter to that little box. He looked out the window at the night sky remembering how many times you’d seen this very sight with him on your travels together. You’d always comment on the beauty of the stars and he loved that about you. All the simple pleasures you never let him forget. He smiled to himself at the memory. God he was excited to see you.

He walked off the plane and through the airport to catch a taxi. The only benefit of flying this late was the quiet and state of peace. No one was rushing the way they would in the mornings or afternoon. Most people were heading straight to their beds without much chatter to anyone passing by. Moments to himself like this had been so rare with the buzz of his new movie lately, he wanted to appreciate every second of this.

The cab ride over to your shared apartment went by in the blink of an eye while Tom sat in the backseat trying to remember just a word of what he had planned on saying to you with no such luck. The car pulled up to the house and he fiddled around for his wallet and some cash. He handed the driver the money and he pulled his luggage out of the trunk. With a wave, the driver sped off leaving Tom unmoving on the front lawn; staring up at the building before him.

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You heard rattling at the door and the sound of Tessa’s feet running across the room. Still a bit groggy, you sat up and blinked heavily a few times trying to gather what was happening around you.

“Oh I’ve missed you, darling.” Tom sat on the couch beside you and engulfed you in a tight hug and you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, taking in the smell of his cologne—something you had missed dearly.

“What are you doing on the couch?” He laughed.

“Mm I was trying to wait up for you.” You pulled back and gave him a sleepy smile. You’d had a long day and had truly meant to stay awake to welcome your loving boyfriend home but your body had evidently said otherwise. “What time is it?”

“Half past one, I thought you’d be in bed.”

“Too excited to see you.” You planted a soft kiss on his lips which he eagerly returned. You tried to deepen the kiss but something felt different, something was off. You stopped, cupping his face in your hands. You looked into his tired eyes, “Are you alright, Tommy?”

Tom said nothing, but you could see his eyes lost in thought.

“You can tell me, baby. Anything.”

He breathed out a sigh and looked lovingly into your eyes, taking your hands in his. “I was gonna wait until tomorrow, but then—and you—I just—“

You kissed his lips once more, silencing him. “Take a breath, Tommy. Relax, just tell me what’s going on.”

“I’ve just—I’ve missed you so much. It’s so hard being away from you. I’ve always thought that I was independent and I was alright just focusing on my career and then I met you. You changed my life for the better the second I laid eyes on you. You make me strong, I feel weaker now when I’m away from you and I hate it. I just—I need you. I want you by my side. Always, Y/N.”

“I’m always going to be here for you, Tom. I promise you that. I love you, nothing’s going to change that.” He brushed a hair out of your face as you talked and ran his tongue over his lips. You loved that adorable habit of his. You loved everything about him.

“—but that’s the thing, Y/N. I love you more than I ever thought possible and I know you’ll always be here for me and I want nothing more. It’s been three years and your touch still lights a fire in me that I feel in my soul. Every time I brush that piece of hair out of your face, I feel like my heart could burst. I didn’t think I’d ever find a love that felt this real.”

Your eyes welled with tears—you were at a loss for words.

“I want four in the morning with you every night, where I wake up for only a moment and see you lying beside me. I want to be the one to hold you when you sleep until we’re old and our hair’s turned gray. I want to be with you for every sunrise, and every night when the stars come out. I am so crazy in love with you, and I want to spend rest of your life giving you the world because that’s what you deserve. I just want it to be you and I forever.”

“Tommy—“ He pulled the box from his pocket and knelt down in front of you, taking in every detail of your face as if it were the last time he’d see it. He always wanted to remember this, down to every last tear on your face.

“I was going to wait… I had an entire plan. I just couldn’t spend one more night without the promise that you will always stay by my side. Marry me, Y/N. Marry me and build a life with me. Marry me and have children with me. Marry me and I will spend the rest of my days earning your love and reminding you of how extraordinary you are. Marry me and let me love you until my last breath. Marry me?” He opened the box revealing the most beautiful diamond ring you’d ever seen. You couldn’t have handpicked anything more suited for you.

Bursting into tears, you jumped into his lap and enveloped him in the tightest hug you could give him, pulling away just enough to kiss him repeatedly. “Yes…yes…yes…yes…yes…” you choked out between kisses. “I love you so much, Tommy. I love you so much.”

“I love you more than the world, Y/N,” he said softly with the biggest smile on his face as he slid the ring onto your finger.

Tessa was now running around the two of you who were sitting on the floor, sensing the excitement. You pulled Tessa into the hug and laughed as she kissed Tom’s face.

“I want it to stay exactly like this,” you mumbled into his neck.

“Forever, Darling.” He placed a kiss on your forehead. “You and I, forever.”

[mikrowrites]

I’ll Come Back To You

Keith Kogane x Reader

Warnings: VOLTRON SEASON 6 SPOILERS, angst, fluuuffff

Request: So I was thinking that maybe Keith's s/o really likes dogs and ends up smoothering his new pet instead of giving him attention? Or maybe there's some awkward tension with since the last time they've seen each other they had a heated argument?

Y/N’s mind nowadays seemed to operate on a clock. When she would wake up, when to eat, when to go to bed.

When she would see Keith again.

Y/N was not a fan of Keith joining the Blade of Marmora. Though she knew he was trying to help further Voltron’s progress and seek out his heritage, why would he leave her behind?

She had caught him while he was in his room packing.

“So that’s it? You’re leaving?” Y/N said softly, leaning against the doorframe.

Keith froze, not daring to look at her. “Please, Y/N. Don’t make this harder then it needs to be.”

Y/N walked into the room, the door sliding shut. “I’m sorry that I care about the fact you’re leaving us, Keith. You’re leaving me.”

“I’m not-“ Keith ran a hand down his face. “I have to do this.”

“No you don’t!” Y/N yelled, causing Keith to finally look at her, his eyes narrowing.

“You can’t stop me from leaving, Y/N. You just don’t understand. I’m not like you all, not anymore. I have to do this.”

Y/N gave him a pained smile, scoffing. “What happened to the Keith I fell in love with?”

Keith froze, instantly regretting the words he said.

“He died a long time ago.”

Y/N nodded quickly before turning and walking out of the room, Keith yelling her name.

“I’ll come back to you, Y/N!!”

She froze when she heard Keith’s voice over the intercom. He was back.

But Y/N wasn’t ready. She couldn’t face him yet. So she rewinded her clock and backed out of the room, Hunk calling after her but to no avail.

She rounded the corner when she was jumped on by a creature. Y/N let out a shreik before realizing it was... a dog? A space dog, but a dog nonetheless. Y/N felt a soft smile grace her lips as she kneeled down and rubbed down the happy dog. “Where did you come from...?” She mused quietly.

Y/N heard rapid footsteps, standing and looking up. Her eyes widened, her palms beginning to sweat. Across from her stood him. Keith.

The dog excitedly ran up to him letting out a yap. A female Galran soldier ran up behind Keith, causing Y/N to tense up.

“Y/N...” he breathed out, his voice dying in his throat. The tension in the air was almost suffocating. The Galran woman narrowed her eyes in confusion, looking between Y/N and Keith.

“Keith, who is this?” She asked, rubbing the dogs head.

Keith let out a deep exhale. “Y/N, this is Krolia. She’s uh-she’s my mom. Mom, this is Y/N L/N... my girlfriend.”

Y/N stepped forwards, shaking Krolia’s hand. She gave the Galran a tight smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you ma’am.”

The woman smiled. “Keith speaks highly of you. I’m glad he’s found found someone like you.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Y/N nodded, her smile softening a bit.

Krolia turned to Keith. “I’ll take Romelle to the bridge.”

Y/N turned to her boyfriend. “You’re uh-you’re dog’s pretty cute.”

Keith let out a huff. “You see me for the first time in 2 years and you have more attention for the dog than your boyfriend.”

“I mean, Jesus, Keith you know I’m a dog person and where did you even-“

Keith interrupted Y/N by walking towards her and immediately wrapping her in a hug. Despite her mind screaming at her to pull away and walk out, Y/N wrapped her arms around him as well, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“Y/N... fuck, I’m so sorry.” He pulled away, concern etched in his face. “But there’s something I need to do. We’re all in deep shit right now.”

———

Y/N sat to the side stroking the space wolf as Romelle shared her story, of the mass genocide Lotor had committed.

How could they have been so blind?

Keith kept sneaking small smiles at Y/N to try and console her or calm her. She’d return them but her mind was firing rapidly.

But Y/N didn’t expect that Shiro would turn on them. Y/N ran and hid behind one of the paladin chairs, the wolf in front of her growling. Shiro fought everyone off, his face uncharacteristically monotone and dark. After he punched Allura and retrieved Lotor, Shiro and Y/N made eye contact.

Y/N’s eyes widened at the violet glow in them, the dark and sinister look as he roughly turned away.

She followed the Paladins to their lions as they all prepared to give a fight to Lotor and his lackeys.

Y/N grabbed Keith’s arm before he ran into the black lion, clad in his old paladin armor. When he turned and looked at her, his eyes were full of desperation and fear. But also determination.

“You’re going to go after Shiro, right?” She murmured softly, Keith nodding curtly in response. “Keith, I need you to make me a promise.”

Keith looked up and at Y/N. “Anything.”

Y/N stepped towards him, cupping his face in her hands. “Please come back to me.”

The boy smiled at her softly. “Of course. I promise.”

He gently held her wrists and closed the space between them, his lips connecting with hers.

“I love you.” Y/N breathed out when they pulled away.

Keith smiled, kissing her forehead. “I love you. I’ll come back to you.”

And he left again, but this time Y/N knew Keith would be back.

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[riseatlantisss]

More than a mission

Sergeant!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Takes place during WWII (before First Avenger). Before heading to a battlefield, Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes and his men take refuge in your farm. This is the story of how you two met…

Warnings: just pure fluuuffff, AND light smut ^^

Words: 2,5K

A/N: I have just reached 100 followers, thank you so much guys! I thought I would celebrate with this one-shot, I had a lot of pre Winter Soldier Bucky feels lately, so this is what I came up with! If you want, you can read my first one-shot here. Please don’t hesitate to leave feedbacks. An enormous thank you to the amazing @stangirl4eva and @theonlyonewhodidthereading for the editing! Enjoy!

It had become a routine, you tending to the house before heading off to the field. Since the men had gone off to fight your workload had tripled. You felt slightly indifferent about the war - you weren't directly affected out here - but you figured as long as they were giving their blood for freedom, the least you could do was make sure things here were kept up.  

Your thoughts are interrupted as you hear a loud rattling sound outside. You make your way quickly to the door, cracking it open to assess the new development. This was when you see him for the first time. Or rather them, since it was a truck carrying many men – soldiers, you remind yourself, even though some look like mere boys – that makes its way into your garden. The green vehicle, bearing on its side an American flag, stops next to the barn. One of the soldiers jumps out of the truck. He is tall and broad; his brown hair has grown out slightly from the regulatory Army cut. His eyes are a piercing blue. As he gets closer, you notice two things: first given his uniform and the fact that he is the one approaching you, he must be in charge; second, he is devastatingly beautiful.

“Good day Ma'am. I am Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes," he said, stopping a respectful distance away. You just stare at him blankly, not quite comprehending what is happening. He smiles then, his whole face lighting up and you are shaken out of your stupor.

“Er…Hello, Sergeant Barnes. I’m Y/N.” you manage to say. “What… What can I do for you?”

The Sergeant's smile gets bigger, and you wonder how that is even possible. He nods his head towards his truck, his eyes never leaving yours.  

“My men and I are on our way to the battlefield about five hours North of here. We received orders to requisition your home to rest and refuel. We are stopping here for the night, and then we'll hit the road in the morning.”His voice is deep and rings with confident authority. He was a Sergeant all right.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise. You had already been warned that some civil accommodations might be seized by the army for shelter and supplies, but you never imagined that they’d come this far into the countryside. You knew you were required to help, but the prospect of having to help this many men was daunting. Times were tough for everyone; you barely had enough to sustain yourself, let alone a bunch of hungry soldiers. Still, you had to do your duty.

As if he could feel your anxiety and hesitation, Sergeant Barnes takes a step towards you and gives you a warm smile.  

“Look, Y/N, is it? We really don’t want to be a bother. I’m just asking for a warm dinner for my men. We'll sleep in the barn over there, and we’ll be gone before you even know it.” His charm was on full display, a half-smile on his handsome face.  His voice was hypnotic, his smile dazzling. You were having trouble focusing on his words.

"In the meantime, we’ll be happy to help you out if you have some work to do in the fields or around the house," he continued, taking advantage of your dazed silence and offering you something he knew you couldn't resist.  

“Of course.” You said, shaking your head to clear it. “Why don’t you and your men leave your things in the barn. I have some more chores to do around the house, then I’ll see what I can do for dinner.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” You shivered at the way he pronounced your name. You didn’t know if it was because of that deep voice of his or because you were nervous having all these strangers around; the only thing you knew for sure? you were no longer feeling indifferent about the war.

“You’re welcome, Sergeant Barnes. The barn is open; I’ll drop by with some blankets and towels later tonight. You can use the pump to wash up."

“Great.” The Sergeant said, walking away towards the truck. “Oh, and one last thing," he  called over his shoulder, "call me Bucky.”

You were trying to get over the fact that men you didn't know were currently taking over your barn. As you cross the garden, you observe the soldiers unpacking the truck. Your eyes linger on Bucky; he's taken off his jacket, leaving him in just his military issue tee.  He lifts two large duffle bags from the back, tossing one over each shoulder; his muscles flex beneath his shirt and the veins in his forearm pop. You can't help the flutter in your stomach at the thought of what it would be like to be encircled in those arms.

Turning towards the barn, Bucky’s eyes lock onto yours for a brief second and your heart skips a beat. You quickly turn away, hoping he didn’t see your cheek flush with thoughts of his arms around you. There was something so magnetic about him. Shaking your head again you close the door and head into the kitchen. What in the world are you going to make for supper?

Bucky came to find you in the house later that afternoon. You were chopping vegetables and browning some meat for a stew, the heat from the stove sending sweat rolling down your brow.  Mopping your face with a bandanna, you turned to him, heart pounding.

“Is everything okay in the barn?" you asked hesitantly. “Do you need anything?”

“We’re good. I was actually coming here to see if …” Bucky averted your eyes, trailing off as he ran a hand across the back of his neck. The tall authoritarian Sergeant that had greeted you earlier had been replaced with a shy young man. It was adorable and you felt your heart soften. “…if you needed any help with, you know…dinner." He finally finished in a rushed breath.

His question took you by surprise and you smiled sheepishly. No man had ever asked you if they could help cook. “Well, thank you. But you really don’t have to...”

“Just… as a thank you” Bucky replied shyly.“...I don’t want to just come in and take what I need and then be on my way; just because I am fighting this war doesn't give me the right to take. You are fighting too in a way. And I just think we should be together in this.” Bucky smirked, and you noticed he was beginning to blush. “I mean, not together just... we should help each other out.”

You chuckled and politely told him that you didn’t misinterpret what he just said.

“Kitchen's this way.”

Shrugging off his jacket, Bucky follows you into the kitchen. His shirt is unbuttoned at the neck,  revealing the beginning of a very muscular chest.

"All right then," you murmur, looking around the kitchen. "You can chop vegetables. How are you with a knife?"

Bucky chuckled under his breath, his smile shining. "I'm alright I guess."

“Well, Sergeant”, you say amusingly. “Veggies are on the table. Why don’t you take this knife and get started?”

Bucky smiles appreciatively, putting one hand on his belly. You imagine he has not properly eaten in a while. Sitting down at the table he takes up where you left off with the carrots.

“Like this?” He asks, showing you the way he was awkwardly cutting the carrots in little pieces. Your knife was old and dull, but he was doing a surprisingly good job.

“Perfect.” You assure him.

You couldn’t help but smile seeing him so at ease in your kitchen; it was hard to imagine that this man doing something as mundane as chopping vegetables was the same guy commanding soldiers on battlefields. It was like he kept these two parts of himself separate; the domestic man was so different from the brief glimpse you had earlier of the war weary commander.  

It was really nice having someone keeping you company again. You had gotten used to living on your own and you hadn't realized how lonely you had become until you had someone to talk to. Bucky had been nothing but helpful and sweet with you since the moment he had arrived. After what felt like mere moments you realized his job was done. He stood and grabbed his coat, but instead of putting it on right away, he hesitated; it was almost like he was reluctant to leave.

“Thanks for the help, Bucky. I’ll bring out the stew when it’s ready.”

“Thank you. For this.” He says, hand rubbing the back of his neck and a flush creeping over his neck.

“You’re welcome but it’s really not that much. I wish I could do more to…”

“Not… Not the food.” Bucky cuts you off softly. “I mean, looks delicious and all, but I wanted to thank you for not asking me about the war. I felt like I wasn’t a soldier here with you, with us just talking… it was nice.”

He flashes you a weak smile. A heavy silence stretches on, and when Bucky looks up, it's to stare directly into your eyes. For a second you stop breathing, not quite knowing what is going to happen next, but definitely hoping. He slowly crosses the room and puts a hand on your arm, leaning down to kiss your cheek. His face lingers close to yours, his breath caressing your cheek.

You feel a rush a blood spread across your face. Your breathing quickens and your lips are suddenly dry. Licking your lips, you take a deep breath, as you try to prevent your heart from collapsing. Pulling up, Bucky places a finger under your chin, bringing it up so he can see your face. He smiles a sad, sweet smile and looks at you like your the last beautiful thing he will ever see. Sighing, he turns away and steps out of your kitchen, heading back to his men in the barn - leaving you with weak knees and confused feelings.

Late that night you lie in bed, restless. Bucky's face is there every time you close your eyes. Knowing you won't be able to sleep, you get up to pour yourself a glass of water. Not bothering to turn the light on, you get a glass and step towards the sink.  Looking out the window you're surprised to see Bucky smoking a cigarette in the garden. Feeling restless too, Sergeant?

Opening the window, you call to him. Turning, Bucky sees you through the kitchen window, and smiles as he walks towards you. “Can’t sleep?” He asks as he approaches.

You shake your head. A cold breeze blows in through the open window and swirls around the kitchen. "Would you like to come in for some tea?" you ask nervously, wondering where you got the courage to invite a stranger into your home in the middle of the night.

Bucky looks at you silently for a heartbeat, and it's like he is fighting a battle within himself. Finally he nods and heads to the door. You hurry to unlock it. "Please come in," you say awkwardly.  He pauses in the doorway before stepping inside.  Once again, he follows you into the kitchen.  

You go to the sink and begin filling the kettle. Without a word Bucky kneels beside the hearth and starts a fire with some kindling and logs from the basket. You approach him and silently hand the kettle on the hook inside the fireplace.

Noticing you are still shivering, Bucky stands and takes his jacket off throwing it around your shoulders. He stands inches from you and you can feel his warmth radiating out to you.

His hands linger on your shoulders and you don't dare move or breath. Time seems to stop as you wait for whatever is going to happen next. When he begins to slowly move away, your heart drops.  Without giving yourself time to think, you grab his hands, pulling him back close to you.

Opening your mouth to say something, anything, you are taken by surprise by Bucky crashing his mouth into yours, preventing you from speaking. You are only surprised for a moment before letting yourself completely sink under his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. After a while, you pulled your mouth from his to catch your breath.

“Were you always that amazing at kissing?”

Chuckling, he pecks you on the nose. “Brace yourself lady. I can do this all day.” He says mischievously before kissing you again with vigor as he pins you against the kitchen wall.  

He grunts impatiently as he undresses you. Burying his face in your neck, he licks every inches of exposed skin from your collarbone to your ear, pressing his chest against your naked breasts. Giving your ear a nibble, he lowers his head to your right breast, taking your nipple into his mouth. His teeth graze your swollen nub, and you inhale sharply at the pain and pleasure. Taking more of your breast into his mouth he laps at your nipple with his tongue while his lips suck at the sensitive skin around it.

Moaning loudly your fingers tug at his hair, scraping his scalp before running your hands through it. It felt like he was slowly devouring you and you were falling apart under him. Your body trembled and writhed under his strong grip.

Laying you on the floor, his eyes widened a little before leaning down over you, moving your legs further apart.

He looked into your eyes the whole night, making sure he didn’t miss any of your reactions, any of your moans, any of your caresses.

You wanted to remember every feature of his amazingly beautiful face. It wasn’t in your habits but you caught yourself praying for the war to end tonight so that Bucky could stay with you right here in this bed. As your bodies relax you let yourself collapse down onto his chest, and slowly drift into sleep, snuggled into his arms, feeling in heaven.

...You were awakened by the sound of the engine of the truck rattling outside. You reach out to the other side of the bed, your hand searching for Bucky, but didn’t find him. Sitting on the bed, you looked across the room and understood when you spotted him in full uniform with a serious look on his face that it was time for him to go. When he saw you were awake, he just smiled at you and sat in the bed near you.  

“We’re leaving.” He whispered. “I didn’t want to go before saying how thankful I am for the food, and the night and… everything else. I still wish we had met in different conditions, I wish I could have taken you to the restaurant, or dancing, I mean, on an actual date before this night happened, that’s what I would normally have done but I…”

You put your hand on his mouth to shush him.

“I’m sorry, but I wouldn’t want you to spoil the surprise. You can show me what you do on dates when you come back.”

“That sure is the plan” Bucky kisses you goodbye one last time.

You come back to me, Sergeant. You thought, as you watched him drive off to war from your bedroom window...