#always a bit weak and speechless around her :3

[muffinsin]

Hi muffin :3

How do you think the sisters would act with an s/o who can turn into a cat (or something bigger like a lynx), maybe has catlike tendencies and the ears and tail in human form too?

Lemme just pull this one to the front of the queue

Hey, hon :)! Fun fact; this inspired me to finally note down my HCs in order to find and filter em a bit easier XP I got the majority of em by now, around 300 of my HCs. Enough of that, though ;P

Let’s get into it🙌

Masterlists

Bela

Bela finds you utterly adorable

As it comes to her, one might just be able to compare her to a dad not wanting a cat and ending up loving it

Bela "I don't want a relationship" Dimitrescu is, after all, head over heels for you

And, for your even more feline form

It startled out easy, with her picking up your scent during one of her monthly hunts

Something new- something odd

Something she hasn't smelled before

Something hurt. Bleeding, even

She tracked you down easily, as you weren't trying to conceal your presence from her. In fact, having lived the majority of your life in the forest after hunters drove you from home, you didn't even know about the Dimitrescus, having been lucky enough to never encounter her sister prior to that day

Then, lying hurt on the ground after stepping in one of the hunter's traps, you almost anticipated death

You couldn't shift to your more human form to at least try to pry open the jaw of the bear trap, your body weak, your fur bloodied

It was Bela who tore open the jaws of the trap, instead

You don't remember the day very well, only remember picking up her scent, rich and light, royal even, as she easily picked you up and carried you over her shoulders

You didn't care where to

And still, awakening in a large room with your injured leg wrapped in soft gauze and your other chained to the wall was not what you expected. Nor was the metal around your mouth, keeping it shut as though to stop you from biting

When you saw Bela the first time, you thought her dangerous with the blood sticking to her and the sickle in her hand. The second she stepped to you and you picked up the scent, however, you calmed again

Today still, you love her scent

It calms you like no other thing and you're deeply possessive about it

Whenever she attempts to switch to a different perfume or try a variety of different soaps, she finds herself whined and and growled at instead, or giggles when you (not quite as subtly as you might like to) swap out her perfume and soaps again

You can't help it, it brings you comfort

Then, in no time, the two of you became closer

She was there for you, every single day, checking in on you

You remember still, the first time you saw Daniela, her eyes wide and excited at the sight of- what had she called you?- a bit kitty in the castle

Bela had stepped in front of you, snarling, her arms crossed, then reaching out as her hand easily grabbed the base of her sister's hood and dragged her back from you like an unruly cat might

She still does this to you in your lynx form, often enough, though it is usually a matter of you letting her drag you, given your size in this form

When you regained your strenght, you were quite anxious about revealing your other form to her, though deemed it necessary one day, when you watched her curiously as she stretched, trying to undo the zipper of her dress. Only was this by her back, and no matter how she tried to turn, she couldn't reach it, too exhausted and a little too sticky with blood after her hunt to simply swarm out of her clothing

You always thought she was so confident for freeily undressing in front you. Looking back, she likely did so even at the start merely because she thought of you as nothing but a lynx, never noticed the person within watching her shyly

And still, she gasped when she first felt your human fingers drag the zipper for her, halfway down her back, just enough to expose her smooth back before you turned out of respect

She was left speechless, though thankfully connected the dots fast upon seeing a woman in place of the large lynx she had kept in her office for the past weeks

And with her knowing about your human form, she became more and more curious about you

The two of you would chat for hours, her asking several questions you didn't always have an answer to

The two of you are comfortable around one another, and deeply protective and possessive as it comes to each other

She wants you to be hers only. She shares all other things with her sisters, but never you

You, are only hers

In the morning, she makes sure you're clean every day and while she doesn't outright say it, she loves to have you curl up on top of her when she works, especially when transformed

She'll absently pat your head as it rests in her lap, humming silently

For you, this serves as a time when you get to relax and calm down, a welcome break from hunting or playing in the castle or forest

Speaking of, Bela is strictly against you going out and leaving the castle on your own. Transformed or not, you're a rare sight, enough for any hunters to keep an eye out for you. She would never want something to happen to you, and she dislikes the thought of her sisters approaching you without her there

They know not to hurt you, not to kill you especially. They know about her fondness of you, and still, she feels a nasty pang of possessiveness at even the thought of their gloved hands running through your fur or across your limbs

As such, you actually get her to hunt a little more often, if only to accompany you when you want to get some fresh air or run about. She knows, you need it, and she knows you won't leave her

You're utterly bound to her, her scent and presence deeply calming, your entire being in love with her. She's your everything, and you love being with her. It gives her all the reassurance she needs to allow you to roam free as you like, so long as she knows where you are in case of danger

In winter, she pleads you to stay within castle grounds, and often enough you actually find yourself being accompanied by Alcina Dimitrescu, who- despite not being thrilled at having to watch over you- could never say no to her eldest pleading for her to ensure your safety, insisting you're her everything, you're special, and she could never see you get hurt

In summer, she loves to be out with you, laughing and running with you

She isn't faster than you, but can keep up with you with little issue due to her swarm

Then, of course, there is the heat and the shedding in summer, too...

You hate it, though Bela at least makes it a little more bearable

While she loves the warmth, she helps you get to cooler areas in the castle and ensures you always have enough cool water around to battle the heat she so eagerly soaks up. You especially love being in your lynx form and lapping at the water as she pours it in front of you

One upside to this heat: you get to have a lot of baths with your soon-after-meeting-her girlfriend

Out of her sisters, Bela is the one to stay the cleanest and is the most hygenic. Still, especially in winter, she refuses bathing multiple times a day

In summer, you occaisionally abuse her care and obliviousness to how bothersome the heat is (or not!) by asking her for baths multiple times a day. You can't help it, not when it means seeing her strip from her tight dress and move in the water with you, her body close to yours, her flies calm at last

And speaking of; Bela has made it a point not to swarm near you unless necessary

That is mostly due to the fact you love to chase down and hunt the little things. Poor Bela squeals each time she swarms even a little and you automatically try to catch the little insects. While far too fast for your human form, you do occaisonally catch a couple with your large paws when transformed, and always nudge them apologetically when the little insects stop moving after

At night, she likes to sleep with you curled up by her side. Should you be transformed, you like sleeping on top of her, your face rested on her soft thigh, your paws stretching across her limbs

Otherwise, she'll eagerly hold you- or be held by you- all night long. Especially in winter does she love the warmth your fur offers and while it occaisonally has her sneeze, you often catch Bela nuzzling into it, as though chasing its warmth

Of course, you will always provide her with it

In summer, on the other hand, you like curling up by her, content to enjoy the feeling of her rather cool skin. As you are her heater, she's always doing a good job at helping you cool down effortlessly

Something a little more feral to consider, perhaps, is that you like bringing her little trophies whenever you get outside

And while Bela is perfectly capable of hunting, too, she usually ends up giving the countless fish and birds you bring her back to you with a sweet smile you just can't resist

In time, though, you find: your girlfriend actually likes the birds- alive ones, that is

And as such you make it your job to gently take some with you when you can, trying your best to be careful with the fragile creatures and bring them to her, only for her to release them in the castle's courtyard, where most stay and build countless little nests she likes to admire in her spare time

The fish, however, are all yours

Cassandra

Cassandra certainly finds you- interesting

At first, you were prey to her

Her favourite prey

She’d chase you through the woods, hold you down when she’s caught you and pat the space between your furry ears, as though petting you

When in your other form- as you often were to try to escape her- she’d stroke your fur. She’d often comment on how beautiful it was, giving twisted compliments such as that she would love to skin you and have you decorate the walls of her room

It’s a compliment, to her

But- she never did anything like that

She never left you with more than a few cuts and scratches, and occasionally a bite

She never killed you, never broke your limbs or caused irreversible damage

She liked you

You have always been special to her

Then, when you’re pursued by hunters one day and find yourself running blindly, you suddenly realize you’re far closer to the castle than you thought. You’re hurt, bloodied and beat, your usually so fierce snarls reduced to quiet whines and meow-like, dragged out screams

Just when the hunter approached you again, his shotgun raised and eye flashing his twisted, sadistic intentions and greed to turn your fur into gold, he was yanked away

You watch, confused and helpless, as Cassandra fights the three men pursuing you. She fights- differently, than she does with you. She doesn’t hold back like she does with you

She’s far faster, far more brutal. You watch as she effortlessly drags her sickle and digs her flies through the attackers

Not a single shot can even be fired, for her hand grabs the weapon and harshly yanks it from the man. She’s far too fast for them to catch up and far too fast for you, in your weakened state especially, to try and keep up with her

Your eyes slip shut to the screams of the men and her sadistic, loud, excited laughter

You don’t know what will happen, only knowing that her life- or death- lies in her bloodied hands

When you next awaken you’re in the castle, bathed in warmth and rich scents. You note almost immediately: you’re in a bed, large and comfortable. Upon looking around, you realise you must be in Cassandra’s room

Hunting trophies are pinned to the walls, weapons scattered about the floor. The curtains are drawn, a deep red shade, and a large bed stands in the far end of the room. Her bed, likely, whereas the one you’re on seems as though dragged in just to let you stay in the room

Your body aches, but as you look down you notice your wounds are cleaned out and bandaged

You know immediately; she saved you, took care of you

When she enters the room the next time, her eyes glint, and while she locks the door, you don't feel trapped

You know, the woman has had countless opportunities to kill you in the past

So why hasn't she?

She looks you up and down, her eyes taking in your human form. She isn't as familiar with this one, nearly thought you an intruder and killed you when she saw a woman rest in her room, rather than the large, lynx-like animal she dragged inside

Now, recognizing the same glint in your eyes, she's curious

You gasp in surprise when she suddenly swarms to you, her sickle suddenly held below your chin, tilting your head up

You want to say something, want to thank her, at least, but with her golden eyes piercing yours hungrily and her sickle held to your face, you feel as though all words are lost to you

Instead, you allow her to look at you, turn your head when she turns her sickle, shiver when she trails her gloved fingertips over your ears and the fur still growing along parts of your throat, cheek, arms, and waist. She doesn't look underneath the blanket covering you, but you're certain she's seen it, having placed bandages around your cuts

"Thank you", you eventually manage to breathe out, and immediately her head snaps to you, as though not expecting you to talk at all

She's impossibly close to you, her golden eyes taking in your form. You feel her breath against your face, pick up the scent of the woods, blood, and rich perfume that clings to her. You find her eyes, gold and stunning, allow your own to briefly linger on her face- her bloodied cheeks, her wide-ish nose, her lazy eye, her thick lips. Briefly, you think of reaching out and caressing them, but quickly shake the thought away, blaming your still dizzy state instead

And just as fast as she approached you, she swarms off again, humming something about resting some more, alongside with a promise, or perhaps a threat, that she will be back

And back she was

Cassandra was there every day, often dragged some still-twitching animal or woman in with her for you to feast on

Towards the end of your recovery, however, you instead found yourself having a new fate: Being Cassandra's

She had clasped a collar around your throat, a golden C engraved at the side, and while she has never said it, you knew not to attempt to exit the castle without her

Instead, you found yourself living almost as her pet

She'd occaisonally take you hunting with her, though you always felt her eyes on you, as if daring you to try to run off. In the beginning, she'd bring a leash, smirking at who you soon figured out must be her sisters, as though proud of the large, lynx-like creature sitting perfectly trained by her side

You find, have realized very early on, you like making her proud

You like seeing her smirk, and you love feeling her gloved fingers scratch at your ears and fur when you've been good

You like to hunt with her, like to bring her trophies, and must appreciatively rubbing against her leg when she takes her favorite ones and pins them to the walls of her room

Soon, you realize;

You like her

You adore her scent, her laughter, her presence, her humor, even her sadistic tendencies and feral moments make your heart flutter and stomach feel light

And Cassandra? You are everything to her

While it starts out as her keeping you as a pet, deeply possessive and protective over you, it soon blooms into her wanting to spend time with you

She'll drag you along wherever she goes, unsure how else to communicate that she wants you around

You notice, still, notice how she begins to open up a little more with you

She begins allowing you to sleep in her bed, in both of your forms, and while she starts out by holding only your leash to her, she soon begins quietly nuzzing your fur when she feels particularly tired, granting you but a glimpse of her care, love, and the vulnerability that comes with it

You never let her down

You stay still when she sleeps with her cheek smudged into your warm fur, breathe quietly when she sleeps with her head on top of your chest when in your human form

The two of you never bothered with terms. Soon, it became clear: you were hers,

and she was yours

Daniela

Daniela is absolutely smitten with you!

She thinks you're the cutest little thing in the world. Her little kitty, as she calls you even when you adapt a decent size when transformed, her little human, when in your regular form

She loves to cuddle up with you, and you love receiving gentle pats and strokes of her nails through your fur in return

She's so gentle with you, even when she's excited, and she absolutely loves feeling you purr on top of her when she reads to you and scratches that perfect spot right by your ear. Though, while she is gentle, she has at least once carefully tugged at your tail just to see your reaction

Speaking of, each time she taps your ears and they flick, she giggles adorably. At times, when in a particularly foul mood, you growl at her for trying to catch your ears between her fingers or raise your hand to catch her wrist, but a single coo and little pout on her lips is enough for you to already smile or purr again

She just has a way of making you feel happy

Daniela loves to go out with you for some fresh air in summer

Her favorite thing to do is to hunt with you nearby. When transformed, you occaisionally join her, hunting down mice or smaller animals or simply stalking them while she often goes for deers, bears, lycans, and about every unfortunate soul unlucky enough to get lost in the forest by the castle

Often, she'll coo when you encounter a lycan and hiss and snarl, your fur suddenly fluffy, your tail standing straight, your sharp claws out. She never lets you fight, but allows you to hiss away

Still, the second the lycan dares move towards her "precious kitty" she moves, fast as lightning, her sickle drawing a howl and causing an uncomfortable crunch as it connects with the monster's skull

She's incredibly protective of you

But, still, even with her being incredibly protective of you, Daniela finds it incredibly hot when you’re protective of her, too. Whenever snarl or bare your fangs at someone threatening her or a staff member merely stepping too close to the flirty redhead, she will literally swoon

When you're transformed and hunt together, she'll usually win and lightly tease you for it, a satisfied grin on her lips that makes you swoon. Should she lose, she usually pouts adorably, demanding a rematch or whining about how this and that is to blame. You always grant her this, simply enjoying spending time together

And to her too, this is one way of spending quality time together

Whenever you bring her one of her kills as an offering, she squeals happily

She sees it as a love offering!, and she eagerly shows it off to any who will listen and see- her mother, her sisters, even the prisoners down at the basement area unable to stop her when she yanks them about- often earning herself a growl from her sister when she is already busy with them- while rambling about you

She just can't help herself!

She loves you so much!

When back at the castle especially, it isn't uncommon for the two of you to spread pure chaos at times

After all, between her own impulsiveness, mischief and both of your at times rather feral ways, the castle is often filled with crashing noises, loud giggles and snarls, and little coos as you decide to hunt indoors for fun

Daniela is, even as she hasn't admitted it yet- and only because you have not asked- absolutely obsessed with your lynx form. The first time you transformed she immediately squealed, unable to sto gushing about you

She still squeals happily, often even picks you up and leaves you feeling surprised by doing so

She loves your beautiful fur and loves cuddling into it. With her feeling cold most of the time, there is nothing more beautiful to her than curling up against you or in your arms in front of the quiet fireplace, a book in her hand, her face smudged against your fur

When she sees your sharp teeth, she quietly swoons, though the blush on her cheeks is always telling even when she doesn't speak on it

In general though, Daniela ensures you always feel her affection and happiness

She's an incredibly touchy person, and with you being at least part feline, you more often than not prove to be the same. She constantly nuzzles you, at times drags her teeth against your neck as though to sink in and taste you. At other times she likes to bury her face in your neck or hair, sinking eagerly into your arms or keeping hers around you like you're her personal- and favorite- stuffed animal

Especially when transformed, you both have a habit of pouncing on one another randomly, which often turns to a mix of showing affection and starting little sessions of play fighting that she always (and easily) wins

And while your more human half certainly at times has to keep both of you in check, Daniela in turn encourages all your cat-like mischief, often having such urges herself deep inside, having only (thank god!- Alcina) grown out of them

Still, when you knock something over she giggles, and when you slumber in her sunbathing spot she whines, but eventually merely curls up with you no matter how little space is left

Whenever you stare off into the distance for a little too long and suddenly take off, sprinting after god knows what, Daniela immediately joins in. She doesn't know what you're chasing, but she's eager to help, and that about sums her up

When you work, however, Daniela is less patient. She just loves you so much! She wants all of you! Why can't you work as- what did she call it- the castle's rat- catcher or so

You had frowned at the words, though getting to make your daily hunting time your job sounds enticing

When you do work and are busy, you often enough flick your tail or ears and move from her, insisting you're busy. Daniela always follows you around almost like a lost puppy, whining or rambling, until you either cave in and give her attention again or she becomes bored and swarms off to annoy her sisters

Thankfully, however, with you both having very little to no sense of personal space at all, the two of you often end up curled together, as close as possible, or spend as much time as humanly possible with one another

Sometimes, you like to slow blink at her, especially so when you feel a little less talkative even in your human form. The day she finds out it means you're trying to show her your love, she always does it back without fail

And while you don't share all cat traits, you share enough. Kneading, namely, as well

Oh, and how Daniela swoons and loves when you do so on top of her, especially on her back. She'll giggle for a little bit at the feeling of your heavy paws against her back, but soon enough start producing a purr-like sounds with her flies that almost matches your own

You love hearing it

Once, just once you saw her try to copy you, rearranging her flies with great difficulty to maintain a tail somewhat matching yours for a few seconds or so. It was enough for you to automatically tackle her and rub your face all over hers, purring as you did so. She still sometimes thinks about it and smiles at the fond memory

You're so cute!

[arcaneloverxx]

imagine vi abusing that one soft spot on your neck just to tease you

a/n: Okay so this is the second part of the request from my most recent post. I hope you guys enjoy it and that it came out good. Love you all <3!!

Vi is definitely the type of person that would love to tease you. If she finds a sweet spot on you, better be prepared for her to torture you 24/7.

She realized you had this one spot, close to the nape of your neck. When things were escalating one night, she kissed and nibbled on that one spot on your neck and you were like putty in her hands.

Ever since then, she just couldn’t help herself, loving to see your reaction whenever she so much as kissed that spot. Every time she abused that spot, you were a goner.

And it doesn’t matter what you're doing. If she has a chance to make you flustered, she’s going to take it.

Washing dishes? Cooking dinner? Sleeping??? Violet does not care. If your neck is exposed to her, it’s free game.

How about that time you were making breakfast? You turned away from her for one second, having to reach into the cabinet for some sugar, and Vi took that as her chance.

You and Vi woke up early this morning, wanting to cook breakfast together. Well, more like you cooking breakfast and Vi sitting on the counter while she admires you.

You were making pancakes from scratch, and while mixing the dry ingredients, you realized you forgot to grab the sugar.

Walking away from the stove and past Vi, you open the cabinet, having to stand on your tips of your toes to reach it (because someone likes to put things on the top shelf making it hell for you to reach).

Vi watched you like a hawk, keeping her eyes on every movement you made. Seeing you struggle to reach the sugar she took this as an opportunity.

Hopping off the counter top, Vi slowly walked behind you and reached up to get the sugar for you. But before you could thank her and turn back around, she decided to mess with you a bit.

You felt her arms wrap around your torso and pull you into her chest, instantly shoving her head into the crook of your neck. You leaned your head to the side, giving her more access, not thinking much of it. But you should have known better, already knowing how this is going to end.

Vi took that as her sign, so what started as innocent little neck kisses turned into her nipping and sucking at your neck. And then she moved to the nape of your neck. To the one spot she knows drives you insane.

Feeling her attack that spot with her lips, you try to squirm out of her arms, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensation. But, I mean c’mon, this is Vi holding you. You weren’t getting out of this.

Vi nipped, kissed, and licked. Anything she could do to make you a hot and flustered mess and she absolutely loved it. Every moment.

After a rough five minutes, Vi was satisfied. For now. So giving you one more kiss, she steps back and admires the little marks left over on your neck. And the way you hold yourself up on your quivering legs, breathing slightly unsteady.

You look at Vi, speechless. Hell you’re always at a loss for words after she pulls this little stunt of hers. Vi looks at you with a devilish smirk but you can see the adoration and amusement dancing in her eyes.

“What’s the matter baby? Cat got your tongue?” She muttered to you, watching your eyes bounce over every inch of her face.

One things for sure, fuck the sugar. You had your eyes set on something much sweeter.

All in all, Vi will attack that spot not only for your pleasure, but also for hers. She just can’t get enough. Whether it’s because of the sounds you make or the marks she leaves scattered around that weak spot of yours, but she will not stop abusing that spot as long as you’re next to her.

note: I really enjoyed writing this! Ngl, I need to up my game cause there are a few request that I have not worked on yet but I will get to them ASAP I PROMISE. Oh and I think I have covid??? Idk, I'm not 100% sure😭. Anwayssss I love you guys and thank you for the support that you all have shown, it means so much to me! Feel free to request more because I'm locking in this week fr.

p.s.: I have a few comments on my recent posts and Tumblr will not let me respond to them? Does anyone know what I can do about that?

[mapiforpresident]

24 with lessi russo please <3

Flirting 101

Alessia Russo x reader

warnings: none

summary: Alessia is terrible at flirting so she resorts to google.

I changed the prompt a little bit, but I hope you like it.

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Alessia had had a crush on you for months, but it especially got bad after she joined Arsenal. You had been playing for Arsenal for five years now, and the club was your home. You had a very flirty personality, and you were really close with Leah and Katie, always trying to see who had the most charm. Although you were a very flirty person, you also didn't believe in one-night stands and only dated people that you saw a real future with, something Alessia admired.

Alessia had been trying to hint to you that she was interested for weeks now, but Alessia's flirting skills were non-existent and awkward. You always knew exactly what to say to make her weak in the knees and speechless, and she usually wasn't able to form a coherent sentence past an awkward hello and wave. She was getting very frustrated with herself and didn't know what to do. She absolutely did not want to ask for help on how to flirt with you or admit she had a crush on you if she didn't know if you felt the same way.

She had no idea that you, in fact, very much did feel the same way but were waiting for her to work up the courage to ask you out. You thought it was incredibly adorable whenever she was an awkward, blushing, clumsy mess around you. You would watch her work up the courage to come over and approach you, but as soon as she was near you, her mind would go blank, and she would blurt out "hi" before usually turning and walking away before you even had the chance to respond.

This was why she decided to resort to good and trusty Google. She lay in bed one night searching for hours for different ways to flirt, even practicing with the stuffed bear you had given her for Secret Santa a month prior. She decided she would try out one of the ways to flirt tomorrow and then a different one the next day and so on.

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The next day at training, Alessia decided to approach you during a hydration break and try out her first method: compliments.

"I really like your boots," Alessia said awkwardly, grinning at you. She had decided last night that this was a good compliment to start with, not too personal but still nice. You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at her compliment.

"Thanks, I like yours too." You pointed to her boots as you said this. Alessia looked to see why you were pointing at her boots to realize that you both were, in fact, wearing the exact same boots, which wasn't that odd considering you were both Adidas athletes. Alessia blushed as soon as she realized this, not thinking about this scenario when she had planned out the conversation in her head. You smiled at her as she was saved by the whistle being blown, calling for the next drill to start.

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Alessia continued with different flirting attempts for the next two weeks, each of them not going the way she hoped, but she didn't fully quit yet because every time she approached you, you smiled brightly at her. She would rather embarrass herself to make you smile than to not have that smile directed at her.

After two weeks, though, you decided to approach Alessia after practice and finally ask her out because her attempts at flirting were getting painful for both parties at this point, and you wanted her to be yours already, knowing Alessia might never actually ask you out by herself.

You entered the locker room and saw the blonde intensely reading something on her phone. You slowly walked over to her, but she didn't sense your presence, so you sat down in the cubby next to hers and glanced over at her, thinking she must have been reading a text. What you didn't expect her to be looking at was an article titled "Flirting 101: Do's and Don'ts When Flirting with Someone."

"Are you googling how to flirt?" you asked with a small laugh. Alessia practically jumped ten feet in the air, startled at being caught. She didn't know what to do. She knew she couldn't deny it because you very clearly saw what she was reading. She was staring at the ground blushing and having an internal debate when you said, "you know, asking the person out on a date might be a good start."

This time she looked up at you.

"What?"

"Ask me out on a date."

"What if you say no."

"I don't think I could say no to you."

"Y/n, will you go on a date with me sometime?"

"I would love that, Alessia. Is this why you have been randomly complimenting me and told me that cheesy pickup line?"

"Maybe," Alessia said as she looked down shyly. She couldn't believe that you actually said yes to her.

"I think that that's adorable. I can't wait for our first date. I have to get going because Katie is my ride and she will not hesitate to leave me behind, but text me the details of the date and I will be there." You told her as she was still looking down, not believing this was actually happening.

"See you tomorrow." You said as you lifted her chin up and left a lingering kiss on her cheek before you stood up to grab your stuff and leave.

"See you tomorrow, y/n," she called after you a second later after she recovered from the unexpected kiss.

"God, that was about the most awkward thing I have ever witnessed, Lessi," Leah said as she appeared from where she had been in her cubby.

"Oh my god, were you in here the whole time?"

"Unfortunately," Leah replied but with a smirk, happy for her friends.

[silverflqmes]

hi ellie!! can i get a modern au with cyno where he’s a huge geek of pokemon (because he would be) and he’s finally met his match, whom he’s interested in (the reader with she/her pronouns)? it can be either in a headcanon format or drabble, whichever is easier! thank you advance<3

໒⦂ 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. hello anon, sorry for the delay</3 i decided on making this into headcanons, since it suits the request a bit better; anyway i hope it’s to your likings, enjoy<3

disclaimer. there were no suitable cyno gifs so i made one myself. if you use it, don’t be an ass, credit.

genre. crack + fluff

cyno x fem!reader.

⌗ this man — THIS GEEK — has been into pokemon from his days on cartoon network. he was the guy that woke up early mornings to watch the clone wars at 7am BUT STUMBLED ACROSS pokemon one day and was like “o h.”

⌗ child cyno just starring at the screen in wonder like what is this piece of art and why have i only found it now. literally asking himself why he hadn’t bought the trading cards before ( maybe because the kids in his neighborhood were always BUYING THEM UP ).

⌗ through the show, indigo league, he also saw the games being advertised and he just had to have one — to at least TRY.

⌗ he was gifted a gameboy one christmas to play mario related games, so he decided.. to give emerald a try😐

⌗ the amount of hours that went into that game for understanding it ALONE. there was so much to learn for no reason, but a fun game nonetheless.

⌗ throughout the years cyno would continue collecting cards, literally getting them at any trip to a store with lisa ( yes, yes lisa. ), and she would just giggle but buy them, anyway<3

⌗ cards were banned at school tho because they were being exchanged left and right like DRUGS LMFAO ( this happened at my school oml it was so bad ppl were sneaking them in AND SOME GOT CONFISCATED BAHAHA )

⌗ oddly, but not so oddly, he likes electric and ground types the most, despite them being each other’s weaknesses LMAO also likes fighting and dark types though.

⌗ lucario is his favorite.. i mean, come on.. for the sake of this au, I BELIEVE CYNO WEARS THE HOODIE BC OF LUCARIO

⌗ umbreon is a close second tho

⌗ dare i say.. he almost bought the four hundred dollar life size, wife snatcher, lucario plush..

⌗ tighnari stopped him lol

⌗ furthermore, when he got pokemon mystery dungeon, explorers of sky ( I MISS THIS SO MUCH IM SOBBING INTERNALLY ).. he restarted his ds 3638393927382920 times to try and get riolu

⌗ he failed, and settled for pikachu ( riolu became his partner and actually, it worked out way better )

⌗ ( spoilers ) there were tears in his eyes at the end of the final chapter after fighting dialga and descending the steps.. iykyk..

⌗ flashing forward a few years — 2016

⌗ the year he met you

⌗ there was this gym near his house when he downloaded pokemon go ( ofc he had to hop on this train ) and gurl..

⌗ for the longest time he was on TOP with that gym, never lost.

⌗ and then this girl shows up who went up in the ranks and stole his spot

⌗ he told himself not to get mad — i mean, it’s just a silly little game, there were plenty of gyms to go around, right?

⌗ wrong, he was bothered.

⌗ and if that gym was shut down, it meant you lived near — like no way you didn’t

⌗ so on the trip to the park one morning, on his way to the pokestop, he found a girl, at the top of the slide on her phone.

⌗ it was the strangest sight to him, like what were you doing up at that hour, on your phone, right at the pokestop when pogo was trending

⌗ you had to be her.

⌗ he checked the gym again to make sure, and there you were.

⌗ “judgment is upon you.” he would proclaim, pointing at you, as though declaring war of some sorts.

⌗ meanwhile you just give the most confused look ever to him. like who is this boy and who is he to complain?? and what about??

⌗ until it finally clicks.

⌗ “twilight arbiter?!”

⌗ and now cyno is speechless because he was acknowledged by the enemy.

⌗ cue the blossom of a very strong and precious friendship.

⌗ that very first day you would both find out that you attend the same high school, wondering how you hadn’t met sooner since you lived in the same neighborhood and attended the same school??

⌗ like where were you all these years? where was he all these years??

⌗ either way, you wouldn’t waste your time together now as you both ramble of your mutual interests, trade your cards — play them, lend one another games — you name it!

⌗ he especially trades when you say that he has a card of your favorite pokemon, and of course he wants to see you light up<3

⌗ he falls first asf, but you fell harder

⌗ pokemon related puns.. i don’t have to explain this one, nor do i want to😐

⌗ owns a good bit of plushes, and has also bought you a handsome amount for birthdays, holdidays, friendship-a-versaries.

⌗ random but he stumbles across pokémon showdown one day and honestly..

⌗ “HOP ON PS! HOP ON PS!” at two o’clock in the morning.

⌗ oh you’re probably wondering, how do you get together, exactly?

⌗ “are you a pokeball cuz you-”

⌗ “caught your heart, perhaps?”

⌗ silence.

⌗ he did not expect you to finish his pickup line, nor did he expect that boldness — he truly met his match, didn’t he?

notes. my pokemon knowledge is not very extensive, it’s based on what i witnessed as a kid from the sidelines and friends</3 so i hope this fulfills your request!

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[losrtphu]

LOVE&HATE VICIOUS MAY 1999

FROM  A SHY SPEECHLESS BOY TO TODAY'S MOODMAKER DIE, WHAT MADE HIM CHANGE? IT SEEMS HE NOW ADMIRES PEOPLE WITH A COOL AURA

-Die what is your type in girls? and what type of girl do you not like?

if we're talking about personality, I think I like girls who are themselves, and I'm more interested when I talk to them and they're a bit strange. if I were to say it rougher I like girls who are kinda stupid (laughs) when they're not normal I'm more interested. it makes you want to know more about them right?

- I see, it makes it more intriguing. then on the other hand what girls do u not like?

someone who is strong-willed and people who lie. well, when I mean lie I mean lying about their relationships with other guys

- why do u not like strong-willed girls?

it's because I'm faint of heart (laughs), but that's also why girls who cry easily, or are just weak/delicate are also no good, I prefer feminine girls, girls who are boyish on the outside are fine too, but on the inside are feminine. but I easily fall in love.

- eh, really? like if they do something small you're easily charmed?

head yea exactly. but I can't pull the people that I'm into at all (laughs), I'm not purely talking about looks but that femininity or cuteness that person holds, that's what makes me interested. I don't really have a type, ah but, I'm not really into pretty model-type girls. I have this image that they're out of my reach. back in middle school, I was really quiet and there was this girl that stood out in my class and I wasn't able to get close to her. She felt special, she was like a flower on a high peak. you could say in my head I was constantly trying to get that flower.

-ehh~ you were a really shy middle schooler then.

I had always been since elementary, when I would talk to girls I would get butterflies. I was silent (illegible) and the type who wasn't able to raise my hand in class, so talking to a girl was unthinkable. in middle school, I sat next to a girl and she/I (not too sure sorry) said "Oh they finally laughed" It was rather simple (laughs)

- was that the same with the boys in your class?

yea pretty much. on the day of our entrance ceremony I wasn't the type to be the first to talk to other people I was simply too shy, so I waited to be talked to.

- so when were you able to talk to girls?

I think around when I entered high school. I was in English (illegible), and there were 10 guys and 30 girls. In those 3 years (illegible) when I looked forward or back it was all girls (laughs). but because of that I learned how to talk to girls, but even then I would still get butterflies.

- but you were still able to talk in front of a girl you liked right?

well, that's true but because of my shy personality it was rough. we went out for a month and she was a good person. I get nervous, it's pretty easy to talk with a girl who I'm not romantically interested in but once it's a girl who I like...

- so then even with the girl who you dated you didn't confess to her?

I was able to, still being nervous, but now when I think about it, it was like I fell in love with the feeling of being in love to put it in a cool way I admired the thought of it. which meant even when it was just us two we/I wouldn't talk, and when we would I would always be thinking "Ah- what are you saying!" or "I'm not funny at all~" and thought that it was all over and go home all depressed.

- for the 3 years you were in high school was it always like that?

yeah, ah, but in my third year, there was this girl I dated who was a super big fan of Yoshiki and she would always talk about how much she thought he was cool and I'd just respond like "ah~ yeah"(laughs). back then it wasn't like I was devoting my life to being in a band, so Yoshiki was a person in a completely different world to me. and then years pass and now I'm doing work with him. if that girl knew that now I wonder if she regrets, or something like that (laughs)

- she probably would a lot

yeah probably, I mean I/she (not sure) was the one who ended things *sorry unreadable once again*

- is that so?! I can't believe it.

no, but I was not that dependent because even I hated my personality, I was negative, it was even written on my school report card, "It'd be nice if he talked more positively".after all with girls, its better if you can have fun just by being together. like we're going out but I barely even talk. That's why I was jealous when a normal girl ended up with a confident boisterous guy

- I can't think of you as anything but the guy you've just described

right? Being able to be part of a band has changed me. I've met a lot of people and my opposition to speaking has gone. but I kind of still don't like myself now. it seems like I talk too much now.

- I don't think that's the case

well, it's still fun, but there are times that I want to pretend that I'm a quiet person. or pretend to have a cool character, the type of person with that atmosphere can say a few words and make it sound deep.

- but Die you have a personality that attracts others, so I think that's impossible. you wouldn't be able to take it and eventually start talking (laughs)

yeah probably, if I just met u and I wasn't able to speak I wouldn't feel satisfied(laughs)

- hahaha you'd be a completely different person (laughs). in that way aren't you happy that you're in a band now?

yea, and the fact that a became able to drink alcohol. like at parties when you get drunk you're able to freely speak right? I think that situation rubbed off on me

- and now you're better with girls

yeah, I've overcome it (laughs)

- I'm glad, then to the Die now, is love something that's important to you?

I think it I important, I think there's a lot to learn, things you learn from dating and things you learn from breaking up. it's just that I'm not the type to get obsessed with it. it's the band over girls. It's also business too, and because being in a band was my dream, the band is the most important to me.

- so you're a person who doesn't fully understand people who think love is the most important

yes. that's why if I was ever to go out with someone we would need to influence each other. I would of course take time to spend time with them but when I say im free/ on a break it isn't something definite. so a person who misses me a lot and wants to be together all the time is definitely out of the question. I want someone whos able to understand that the band is important to me, someone that will be relieved even after not meeting or seeing each other for a while, a bright person. deciding to go ahead with the band is my duty.

[elitadream]

In reference to the ask about when Mario tells Peach he loves her: CAN IT BE IN ITALIAN LIKE WHEN HE SAID HIS HEART BELONGS TO HER BECAUSE HE'S TOO AFRAID TO SAY IT IN ENGLISH?!?!?! EXCEPT SHE UNDERSTANDS WHAT HE SAID BECAUSE HE'S BEEN TEACHING HER ITALIAN AND SHE SAYS IT BACK?!?!?!?!??!!!?!? It doesn't have to be, it's your art, however you decide is going to be wonderful and amazing! But oh my, how bellisima!

I won't dare say much here, in case the idea I currently have for later would change along the way and become something else completely (which has happened to me in the past 😅), but let me just say this:

I like the way you think, friend. 😎👌💯

[stvharrngton]

hi bub <3 i just reblogged this and added a couple tags

and now i’m just thinking about stevie being completely down bad for his shy! inexperienced! flustered! virgin! gf that just manages to affect him SO MUCH! and any touch of hers, no matter how clumsy and tentative and shaky at first, completely disarms him. like steve has always been vocal in bed, but in a more teasing and dominant way, spewing pet names and praises (but never letting needy noises like whimpers and whines leave his lips bc to him that’s showing some sort of weakness, right? and he wants to be in control) but with his baby? his person? his pretty angel? his SOULMATE??? yeah, boy cannot keep his whines and whimpers to itself, even if it’s because of something as simple as you kissing him. any touch of yours makes him melt. he’s weak for you, completely. and he finds it that he loves it. def babbles a lot about how perfect you feel and how tight you are and how soft, warm, wet, made-for-him you are— you’re for sure the only person that’s ever managed to get him to be subby. he’s never allowed himself even tho he’s always dreamed of having that one person that would spoil him and be overly affectionate and would take care of him and baby him and love him so fucking much and adore him </3 it’s just that he started to doubt it’d ever happen. until you. and you treat him like treasure, like a dream come true, like something delicate, so it happens quite naturally that he lets all of his walls crumble and his reservations go. steve is definitely more dominant and caregiving and parental with his pretty girl, it’s just the way he is (and it fits perfectly with how naturally subby, soft, small you are for him) but he feels safe enough and loved enough that he can drop that for a bit sometimes so you’ll take care of him instead. and you love it. love spoiling and loving on your sweet boy. he’ll become very subby, whiny, needy at random when he wants some loving too! but only with his baby girl. you two just work so well together and steve thanks whatever’s out there every. single. fucking. day. for giving him his dream girl.

i……. am speechless

harmonia this has me in a puddle on the floor 😭 bc steve finds it so easy to be himself around you, to fully let himself go when you’re in bed together. to let all those sweet pretty little noises come out of his mouth because he just loves the way you feel around him, loves the way you touch him so softly and gently. his personality is so domineering and protective and he’s allllll about casual dominance and dominance in general right and this often translates into the bedroom. but not when it comes to you. not when you get to share these intimate moments together wrapped up in each other and he can let himself whine and whimper as much as he damn well pleases cause his girl’s making him feel so damn good and he can’t possibly keep it in anymore😫

[teklarn]

hi, this is my first ever ask so I'm not sure I'm doing this correctly, if that's the case I'm sorry; I don't know how tumblr works just yet >:')

would it be possible for you to write something about bakugo, pining incredibly hard for fem!reader and initially hating how strongly he feels about her? because they're not even friends, they only exchange few words occasionally and she doesn't even glance at his way whereas he slowly finds himself unable to divert his eyes from her during classes? shes always with damn deku and his friends and doesn't even seem interested in him at all but his heart can't ignore the way she looks at him proudly whenever they spar together, the way she sends him small confident smiles as they fight each other with all they have; so he thinks that maybe, maybe he might have a chance. basically bakugo liking reader so much he's completely lost in self-hatred because he always thought feelings were for weak romantics and not great people like him, but everytime he sees reader doing some badass things (again, like sparring with him and basically matching his skills etc...) he's reminded of how badly he likes reader? but when he finally accepts he's fallen for reader, after ignoring and trying to forget about how she makes him feel, he masters up the courage to confess? and it's a very clumsy confession because he's awkward and has no idea how to deal with those feelings? and he tries so hard to make reader realise he's never been more serious than now? and reader is startled and speechless before rejecting him? and at that point he's just completely humiliated, so he nods and walks away.

it might be a little dramatic but I've always been into unrequited love and one-sided pining. thank you, its okay if you don't want to write about this, i'll understand <33

𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 - 𝓴. 𝓫��𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katsuki bakugou x fem!reader (my hero academia) 

reblogs are greatly appreciated! 

a/n: AHHHHH this is so cute <33 honestly this is super exciting for me and this ask made me so happy, lovey. i’m fairly new to tumblr, i’m usually just a reader but i wanted to migrate here from wattpad so this made me so happy. here u are my love <33 i hope this lives up to what u wanted !! :)) a bit lengthy, but i had a lot of fun writing it !!! 

summary: bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you. 

genre: fluffy, fluffier than the clouds istg, however the clouds are sprinking a little teeny weeny droplet of angst. 

warnings: cursing (bakugou, duhh), one-sided pining (on bakugou’s part) second hand embarrassment (on bakugou’s part bc we can all agree he’s a complete idiot when it comes to trying to get someone’s attention), just bakugou being a jackass, i gave the reader a quirk 

word count: 3,859 

(pls excuse any typos or mistakes, i edited to the best of my ability but i miss some things sometimes !) 

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part 2 is here my loves <3

brutal. it was utterly ruthless. he couldn’t focus, couldn’t think right. his hands were already exceptionally sweaty, but gosh when he saw your damn face, he was ready to explode. literally. 

what the hell was it about you? was it your stupid smile? or the way you just seemed to carry every battle on your back? was it all the undeniably sweet things you do for others ‘just because’? 

it made him angry that he thought about you, but gosh he couldn’t wait to see you every day. 

just like any other day, bakugou found himself staring at the large door to the classroom, awaiting the moment you would bounce into his day, skirt shifting around your legs, bag slung loosely around your shoulders. 

his leg was bouncing eagerly. 

bakugou didn’t know when the feelings came. his cheeks just started flaring up all of a sudden and one day you just looked...different. you hadn’t done anything different to yourself. it was just him. not that he would ever admit that, to you or anybody else. 

you were insufferable. you were stupid and obnoxious and so...so damn... 

“y/n! come look at this!” 

you’d come walking into class just as expected, and as soon as you did, that stupid nerd had called you over. 

it didn’t help that deku sat right behind him, either. the two of you had recently gotten closer. bakugou noticed it last month when he yelled at the two of you to shut up about all might and get to work. he’d turned around to find you leaning over deku, hands resting on his shoulders while you peered at his phone. 

“sorry, bakugou,” you’d said, barely acknowledging him. you had waved him off like an annoying fly. is that all you were to him? some nuisance that got in the way of your oh-so-entertaining conversations with deku? 

all he heard nearly every day was your chipper voice talking to deku. always, “oh my gosh, midoriya, did you see the fight edgeshot was in last night?” or “midoriya! i have something to add to our quirk analysis book!” 

that was the one that took the cake. you two dorks shared a notebook, occasionally passed between one another, and filled it with junk about quirks and pro heroes. but no matter how much he tried to tune you out, no matter how he tried to zone off and think about something else, you were always there. it made him want to vomit how much he thought about you. 

you were doing an adorable shuffle over to midoriya’s desk and leaned over the table as you usually did while he angled his phone your way. “did you see this hero report?” 

deku let you slip the phone out of his grasp to get a better look. 

“no,” you breathed. “was this just recent?” 

“yeah,” deku said, taking the phone back. “last night.” 

“holy—” 

“can you guys shut up over there?” bakugou said, his voice quaking. 

“sorry, kacchan.” deku scrolled through the article. 

dammit, bakugou thought. “i wasn’t talking to you, nerd. i was talking to shitface over here.” he jerked his head towards you. his eyes flared in anger when he saw you were looking down at your phone, now focused in on the article yourself. “i was talking to you, asshat!” 

your eyes flicked up to his. you looked around for a moment before slowly pointing to yourself as if to say, “me?” 

his face scrunched. “yeah, you. you’re so damn loud.” gosh, he hated how his voice was cracking, how he could feel his ears and cheeks lighting up in a swollen, cherry red. his stomach flipped. 

she’s looking at you, gosh i’m sweating. i’m going to throw up. she’s so gorgeous. what the hell? they’re ugly as shit, i don’t think anything of them. 

his eyes bore into yours. 

“did you...need something?” 

your voice broke his trance. 

“kacchan, are you okay? you dozed off there for a second. you look like you’re burning up.” 

bakugou looked to deku who was currently stretching out of his seat, arm extended. he pressed the back of his hand to bakugou’s forehead. “you’re really warm, kacchan. should we call recovery girl?” 

it took him a moment to realize what was happening. his vision got blurry every time he was with you. bakugou smacked deku’s hand away. “i’m fine!” his voice lifted at the end, cracking. “i’m not sick. don’t you think i’d take better care of myself?” 

“i don’t doubt you take good care of yourself, kacchan, but everyone gets sick once in a while. there’s nothing wrong with that.” 

“i never get sick!” besides, if i got sick, i wouldn’t want you to be the one taking care of me. 

he was still pissed. he was always in a bad mood, however, more so right now because you’d gone straight back to your phone and that stupid hero article that was supposedly so damn interesting. 

soon enough, the bell rang, and you were seated at your desk. it was jirou’s old spot, however, after much convincing, you two had switched spots so you could be closer to deku. just a few months of getting close to the idiot and you two are suddenly best friends. jirou hadn’t minded one tiny bit, claiming she needed a break from how loud that section of the room was. 

late as always, aizawa came trudging into your room. thankfully, his entire body wasn’t obscured by a yellow sleeping bag that smelled of something unwashed and coffee and gasoline. (for some reason, aizawa’s clothes always smelled of it.) 

“lucky for you,” he began while shuffling papers on his desk, “all of you are doing training for these first periods.”

the class cheered in perfect unison, followed by their individual chatter. you had erupted with glee along with them, and bakugou was sure he felt his heart clench and then explode. just a tiny bit. but he shoved the feeling down just as quickly as it had come up. 

“go out to the field and wait for further instructions. don’t make a sound in the halls otherwise, i’ll expel all of you.” 

this shut everyone up in almost a second, the sound draining out just as water does. the first years trailed out into the hall, single-file mimicking the positions baby ducklings would take when following their mother. 

bakugou found himself walking faster when he saw you take up your spot in the line, hoping to land his spot right behind you. 

unfortunately, this idiot who considered himself bakugou’s friend tugged him back. “bakugou!” a familiar voice rasped. 

“shitty hair, let go of me.” 

“hey man, chill out. wanna partner up if we’re doing training in pairs?” 

bakugou glanced at the line, the spot that should have been reserved for him now taken up by sato. 

bakugou tugged his sleeve from kirishima’s hand. “whatever,” he snapped. 

“sounds good!” kirishima flashed him a toothy grin and a thumbs-up. the bubbly feeling in bakugou’s chest died down as he stood behind sato, the overwhelming scent of sugar filling his nose, various candies that would go straight to your arteries. 

“you smell like ass, damn,” bakugou remarked, squeezing his nostrils together. 

luckily, sato was tall enough to not hear the insult, as he towered over bakugou by just another head. the line began moving like a sloppy train down to the change rooms. 

bakugou scoffed as he listened to your giggle. he should be making you laugh. 

- 

“you’ll be given partners randomly from this box.” aizawa held up a familiar red box. “inside are all your names. i’ll select one, then that person will come up and pick another name from the box. that will be your assigned partner for today. as soon as you have your assigned partner, i want you guys to get straight to work.” 

denki raised a hand, speaking before being called on. “sensei, why are we getting random partners? we’re always allowed to choose.” 

“in the real world, you’re going to come across different villains every day. you’ll never improve your skills or your quirks if you keep fighting the same person.” 

denki sighed, slumping back. 

dammit, bakugou thought, gritting his teeth together. there wasn’t any way he wanted to be partners with you. it’s obvious he’d win the fight in the first few seconds. 

yes! exactly right! bakugou internally grinned. his fluctuating feelings had finally soothed themselves. you were just another extra, and he had no room for you in his head. 

aizawa took a moment to fiddle with the slips of paper inside the box. soon enough, he pulled out a name. “todoroki.” 

todoroki walked up, digging his hand into the box when aizawa held it out for him. he pulled out a name, delicately unraveling the slip. “uraraka, you’re my partner.” he deadpanned. 

the brunette grinned. “great!” 

the two found their own spot on the field, and the class’s attention was once again diverted to their grouchy teacher as he pulled out another name. 

“bakugou.” 

bakugou strutted up without a worry in his mind. he pulled a name to find... 

“y/n,” he said, voice a low growl. instead of the annoying fluttering in his chest, his eyes met yours, and they were filled with a different, new ferocity. he crumpled the paper in one hand, letting it twirl to the ground. 

you looked at him, unsmiling. your eyes gave away nothing, and to bakugou’s knowledge, all you saw in him was another opponent. 

it took him a moment to realize you had both locked eyes for about a minute. perhaps the two of you would have stayed as you were if aizawa hadn’t snapped at the two of you to get moving as yaomomo’s name was called. 

bakugou was on his way to the back of the field, you followed close behind. while there was plenty of room still, he chose a secluded area. while it was still open enough to view everything going on so nobody got hurt, it was often nobody chose to train here. for whatever reason, you weren’t sure. 

“wait up, bakugou,” you said. after a bit, you caught up to him. 

“if you can’t keep up, then...” then what? he looked at you from the side of his eye. “then don’t keep up...” gosh, here came the embarrassing, disgusting feeling of redness in his cheeks. 

you laughed. “what?” 

“shut up.” 

“you’re an idiot, bakugou.” 

“i said shut the hell up!”

“what, so you can call me shitface in front of the entire class but you get all pissed when i call you an idiot?” 

so you had heard him! 

he tongued his cheek, curling his hands around an invisible ball, explosions sparking in the centers of his palms. “don’t expect me to hold back, dumbass.” 

“i wouldn’t dream of it.” 

gosh he loved that about you. 

bakugou caught his thought in the air. 

ahem...gosh he hated that about you. 

you both charged in at the same time. his cry was louder than yours, but you struck first. 

he admired your quirk. while he’d overhead you explaining all the drawbacks it had, it was strong, and you were strong because you knew how to control it. 

purple arrows flew from your arms, going in your desired directions. if you lost focus for one moment, they’d vanish and weaken. if you focused too hard or long, you’d be plagued by a splitting headache. 

he’d spent too much time obsessing over your strengths and weaknesses.  

your arrows were weightless, however they were solid objects capable of carrying any mass, any thing, and worked as extensions of your body. 

the violet arrow had shot out at him, twisting around his right gauntlet and crushing inwards. it’d snaked around him without him noticing, slithering along his back. 

bakugou struggled to get the air-light arrow off his wrist, but it was no use. he glared back, only to see your focused, furrowed brows. he’d expected to see your cocky ass smiling. it was nice to see you weren’t. 

that was one thing that had also caught his eye. you never underestimate your opponent, but you never underestimate yourself, either. 

you conjured a larger arrow. it snaked around your right arm as you hurled bakugou into the air, releasing your grasp on him. you shot your other arrow into the air, and it raced into the sky. 

it swerved. bakugou’s eyes went wide as the tip of the arrow came down on his chest. if they weren’t intangible things, he would have been bleeding out. 

another drawback: the arrows, while they could solidify, they couldn’t do any actual damage. you had to use your surroundings to inflict harm on your opponent. 

he coughed out as the arrow shot him into the ground. he hadn’t even touched you, and here he was, vulnerable and so...so... 

you stood over him, hands on your hips. 

vulnerable and so lost in that adorable, winning smile. 

“get away from me, idiot,” he grunted and turned onto his side, his back crying out in pain. 

“i think i won this fight, bakugou,” you chirped, rocking on your heels. 

“don’t get arrogant, shithead. you won’t be winning against me anymore.” 

you grinned, arrows shooting out behind your back. 

- 

the dorms were exceptionally quiet. you were typing away in the common room, bakugou on the couch reading. everyone was off doing something else. it was the weekend, luckily. he’d expected you to go bounding out with everyone else, however you’d stayed back, claiming you had some homework to catch up on. 

bakugou being classic bakugou had stayed back. he was excited to have the dorm to himself, but your dumbass was stuck here with him. couldn’t you have done your typing in your room? 

you were so aggressive on that poor keyboard. 

“oi, quiet down with your shit typing.” 

you barely grunted in response. 

“don’t ignore me.” 

“i heard you, mom.” 

“the hell did you call me?” 

no response. only your aggressive typing is a bit less aggressive. 

“i can still hear it,” bakugou remarked, eyes fixed on your back. 

“‘kay,” you said. your typing slowed a tad, and your pressure on the keys lessened. 

it was quiet now. bakugou should go back to his book. he shouldn’t still be looking for a reason to talk to you. 

the pages crinkled in his fingers. he bit his tongue, keeping his snarky comments in. 

“you’re a fucking idiot, you know that? doing your damn homework. it’s due tomorrow.” 

you turned, pursing your lips. “and how would you know what i’m working on? are you stalking me?” 

“i- what? no. you’re such an idiot, of course i’m not—” 

“i’m messing with you,” you breathed, face un-moving. 

“o-oh,” bakugou stuttered out. he blinked awkwardly. 

“gosh, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?” 

“you’re annoying.” 

“you’re a jackass.” you returned to your work. bakugou settled with reading in his room. reading consisted of jumping onto his bed just as the stereotypical high school girl would in an eighties movie. he buried his face in his pillow, face burning bright red. he cursed you for making him feel this way, and hated himself even more for how much he enjoyed it. 

- 

the next day came swiftly. you’d left early to go train with midoriya. there were many improvements needed to be made, but you weren’t doing too bad.

you propelled yourself forwards with an arrow, and your green-haired friend shot back, lightning flickering around his body. 

landing back on the ground, you panted and swiped the sweat from your brow. from the corner of your eye, you could make out both kirishima and bakugou coming to the training grounds. 

bakugou stopped in his tracks, frowning at the sight of you. 

it was evident he hated you a bit more than everyone else. he was always making his annoying comments, he was always snubbing you. you saw no reason to talk to him, so you didn’t. either way, even if you tried, he would still get angry for no reason. 

it’d taken you quite some time to get used to his obnoxious attitude. tuning him out had been the best course of action, in your opinion. 

the way you and midoriya had bonded was through bakugou, in a way. the first day of school, bakugou had snapped at you for tripping over your laces and nearly crashing into him. later that day, midoriya had stepped up and apologized for his old friend’s actions. 

you two had never been too close until now. the recent incidents going on with the league of villains had snagged your attention, and it seemed you were the only person who didn’t mind listening to him ramble on about heroes. 

you were just as passionate and just as dorky, but midoriya could talk your ear off. you never minded, and he always took the hint when you didn’t want to listen. 

you brought your leg up, twirling in the air with ease and watched your heel collide with midoriya’s face. he grunted, stumbling back. 

you were about to charge in again when a hand landed on your shoulder, big and rough. you turned to see bakugou standing behind you, a scowl on his face. 

“fight me again,” he demanded. 

“excuse me?” 

“don’t act like you didn’t hear me.” 

“i’m in the middle of fighting midoriya right now.” 

“so?”

“so if you think that i’m just going to ditch my friend because you want to fight, i won’t.” 

“you’re being stubborn.” 

“i’m being reasonable. back off.” 

“y/n?” midoriya rubbed his jaw—right where you had struck him. “what’s going on?” he jogged up to you and bakugou. 

“he wants to fight me in the middle of our fight. it’s nothing serious. don’t worry about it, midoriya. let’s just ignore him.” 

bakugou made a sound someone would only make if they were choking. “the hell did you just say?” 

“we’re ignoring you!” you waved him off and placed your hand on midoriya’s shoulder, wandering away. 

-

it was new to him, not getting what he wanted. and what he wanted right now was to be around you. again, it wasn’t like he would ever admit that to himself. 

“dude? you good? i thought you went off to fight y/n. i was so ready to cheer you on, dude,” kirishima’s chipper voice piped in. “she’s not fighting with you? why not?” 

“the dumbass was just probably scared of getting her ass beat by me.” 

“dude...that sounds really weird.” 

“whatever, shitty hair. let’s go.” 

- 

the clock ticked. his ears were on fire. again. 

gosh, it was happening again. it was all you. his face scrunched up, his voice would surely crack if someone were to ask him what was wrong. 

bakugou was once again stuffing his face in his pillow, hiding his expression from no one. why did you have to go train with that shitty nerd? why were you always around deku? deku, of all people. what did he have? why was he so great? 

bakugou was a man of many insecurities, but losing to deku? that was possibly his biggest fear. 

perhaps he wasn’t the nicest, or the most soft person out there. bakugou could admit that, at least. but he was smarter than deku. he was stronger and he was better and people liked him more. right? 

what was so...amazing about deku? 

it was often bakugou would find himself obsessing over little, insignificant things such as these. 

you were what he was thinking of most of the time. just yesterday, he’d gotten a test returned. he was expecting an eighty at the lowest, but more so expecting a high ninety. it’d come back exactly sixty percent. 

sixty. percent.

bakugou vividly remembered staring at your face. he also remembered not being able to focus because of it. his grades were dropping because of you. 

you were the only person to be able to do this to him. 

his heart grew quiet, but the pounding of his didn’t cease. he lifted his head. 

“alright, fine,” he said aloud. “you win, y/n. you win.” 

he settled with getting over his feelings the way he’d read them in his collection of romance manga. 

bakugou left his room and knocked on your door. (he was banging on it, but it was his nice way of knocking.) 

you answered, looking around awkwardly. “yes?” 

his hands shook. how was this supposed to go? sure, he’d seen it in romance movies and read it in books but it was always easy to tell whether the guy would get the girl or not. 

in this instance, bakugou was clueless. for once in his life, he was clueless. you stood, tapping your foot with a hand on your hip, waiting expectantly for him to tell you why he was here. 

“um.” he scratched behind his neck. “you uh- i uh...i’m sorry i called you a, um...a shitface.” 

“okay? is that it?” 

what? come on! it was already unlike him to apologize. what else did you want from him? 

“did you...i’ve been thinking, maybe? maybe we could..train together as...friends?”  

“...what?” 

gosh dammit, as friends? 

“whatever, um...the uh...” oh gosh, what did the boys do in all the books he’d read? right! bakugou stretched out his arm, resting his forearm on the door, leaning to the side. 

although he didn’t, really, because like the clumsy jackass he was, bakugou missed completely and nearly toppled to the floor. 

this earned a snicker from you. 

his stomach flipped and churned, and bakugou found himself unable to reach your eyes. “uh, would you maybe..? okay, um. do you want to go on a date with me? you absolute fucking dumbass.” 

your eyes flew wide. “...what?” 

“no, that’s not what i— i mean i didn’t mean the last part. um, i meant the first part. the first two parts. the part where i was asking you if you wanted to go on a date with me and then before that when i said maybe because it’s still a maybe until you say yes. or...or no because that’s an option too.” 

he swallowed. 

you resisted the urge to mock him, just a little bit. “um, bakugou, listen.” 

he leaned closer. “yes?” 

“it’s going to be a no. i’m sorry, but i’m just not interested in you like that.” 

it took him a moment to register everything. his shoulders sagged. gosh that was brutal. 

“oh, alright.” 

“yeah, uh, sorry about that.” you offered him a weak smile, still a bit shocked yourself. he did his best to return it, and when you closed the door, his face was ready to explode. 

it was so damn difficult to deal with these feelings, but maybe it was better this way. knowing where you stood on your end, he knew he wouldn’t miss out on anything. 

perhaps it was alright to admire from afar. things could happen in the future, right? 

right now, he’d just wait. for a long, long time. bakugou pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. maybe it was alright to not have you right now. perhaps he could better himself for you. just for you. 

[angry-geese]

hello, how are you? so i don't remember very well how it went, but yesterday i found your tumblr and i was amazed and you write so well 🥺💗

but then i'm a bucciarati simp (i will never get over your end) and i would like to know if you can write a scenario where the reader is just an ordinary citizen who admires bucciarati (because he helped her a while ago) and wants to join the passione and he's just against it because he doesn't want to expose her to danger, he just wants to know her real reason, so he uses his ability to find out if she's lying, which is very helpful as there's a sexual tension there and well, everything ends up in sex.

ok that was very specific lmao maybe if you want to change or are not willing to write, that's fine with me.

anyway thanks, you are amazing 💗💗

aww thank you <3

don't ever worry about being too specific, I always love seeing what other people come up with :)

Tomorrow - Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

warnings: nsfw/minors do not interact. mutual pining, fluff. minor mention of violence. unprotected sex, quickie, fingering, hickeys, hair pulling, body worship (??? if you squint???). afab reader.

word count: 1.7k

It's hard to believe it's almost been a year.

Your shop had been open for barely a month. When you first moved to your neighborhood, it was made known to you it was a dangerous place. But rent was low, and the building was just too perfect to pass up on. Not many places had room for a bakery, and a space to live upstairs.

You were in over your head. But you were too stubborn to admit it.

It had caught his eye the moment he saw it. Maybe it was its cozy nature; a small shop tucked away, full of plants, a cat dozing off in the window. Or it could have been your inviting smile, the way you lit up as the door opened.

Every day he got the same order. By the end of the first week, you made sure to have it ready for him.

From the very beginning you faced issues. A business like yours attracted a lot of attention; good and bad. The local gangs knew you were bringing in money. They wanted a cut, and you weren't willing to give it to them.

You should have given it to them.

You were warned. They told you they'd come back. You were warned but didn't listen.

They trashed your shop. You swept broken glass from your floors for weeks before it finally came out. They were persistent; more than you ever thought. When you stood up to them, they threatened to kill you. They probably would have, had Bruno not stepped in. While you were willing to lay down your life for your business, he wasn't going to let you.

You're not quite sure what Bruno did, but you never saw those men again.

You never charged him for food again. If it meant he would keep coming back to your shop, you would do a lot of things. You said you owed him. At first, he was willing to accept. Weeks went on as you still refused his money. It got to the point where he felt bad. He hid money around your apartment hoping that you'd take the hint. But you never did.

You could never pay him back. Bruno claims you already have—with all the free food—but truly it's a debt that can't be repaid. Putting it lightly, you owe him your life.

The mess was cleaned up, but you'd never feel safe in your home again.

Over the past few months, Bruno had become one of your closest—if not your closest—friend. His little free time was spent at your shop. The two of you could talk for hours about nothing in particular. Business would come and go, but he was always there. If you called, he'd come running. You really didn't have to call. At the first sign of problems he was by your side.

Bruno's influence only works so much. He could only pay off those thugs for so long.

He was worried when you missed his call this morning.

His stomach sinks as he sees the broken glass.

You're not crying. You really don't look too upset. To you, this is the final nail in your coffin. You only notice him as he stops. You motion for him to sit next to you on the steps.

The people in this town are like vultures. They can sense any bit of fortune. Any money you have can't be kept for long. Stashing it away is never a good idea.

"What happened?" He asks.

"I didn't get my protection fees paid in time."

He takes a seat next to you. For the first time in his life, he feels speechless. As far as he knew, he'd taken care of this. Those thugs would have hell to pay.

"I want to join." You say.

"What?"

"I'm taking Polpo's test." You say. "I want to join Passione."

"Why?"

It's finally occurred to you how close your faces are.

You ball up your apron and toss it aside. You don't have a better answer for him. As much as you wish you did; you don't. You want to tell him anything but the truth. Really, he feels betrayed. Has he not done enough? Has this all gone to waste? He's tried all he can to keep you away from the gangs.

It seems it wasn't enough.

His grip on your arm tightens. You don’t dare look him in the eyes. As if you couldn't be more obvious. You nearly jump out of your skin as he licks a long stripe up your cheek. Instantly your face goes red. Your cheeks burn at the heat that sends right to your core. You're stammering out a few nonsensical sentence fragments.

"That's the taste of a liar, y/n."

You whip around to face him. "I want to be able to defend myself!"

The look in his eyes isn't what you expect. It's more a look of betrayal than anything. To be honest, you didn't expect him to have any reaction at all. He's rather adamant about keeping you away from Passione.

"I can protect you." His voice has gone oddly soft. "I'll take care of you."

Bruno's grip on your arms loosens.

He leans in for a kiss. It's soft, but his warmth lingers on your lips long after he's pulled away. He smells like fancy cologne, and almost like a restaurant, strangely enough. It's a weird, comforting mix of cooked food and expensive men's cologne.

He's wanted to do this since he first met you.

His hands move to cup your cheeks. They're so warm. It's hard to resist his touch. He looks at you with such longing that it makes your chest swell with affection. The heat in your face returns, but it's in less of a lewd manner. He admires every dip and curve of your clothed body; how your waist is cinched in whenever you wear your apron, how your strong hands work pastry dough into shape.

He leans in for another kiss. It's deeper this time, and leaves a longing ache in your chest. The rough muscle of his tongue presses past your lips. He tastes faintly of alcohol.

You're too impatient to get to your room. He'll settle on bending you over your apartment's kitchen counter. He wants to take his time with you, but for now, he's content with this. Maybe there'll be a second time.

His long fingers work to undo the buttons of your pants. You don't take a lot of prep work. You're already soaked. Two of his fingers press into you. They’re long, but fairly thin, and slide right into you. His fingers stroke against your g-spot as his thumb works circles around your clit. It doesn’t take him long to figure out just what makes you weak. Bruno has you a shaking, moaning mess in no time.

You lean against the counter, propping yourself up on your elbows. He wastes no time in freeing himself from his pants. His cock is built like the rest of him; long and dark. It’s girthy, but not intimidatingly big. The hairs towards the base are neatly trimmed, and the same color as the hair on his head. A vein runs up the bottom, only getting more prominent as he gets harder. He shoves your pants down to your knees.

Bruno groans as he sheathes himself in you. The feeling of your warm, wet cunt is intoxicating. Maybe he’s a bit more pent up than he thought. His hand buries in your hair. He leans forward to nip at your earlobe. Bruno coos words of praise into your ear, telling you how good you take him, how good you feel around him.

He rolls his hips against yours in desperate, quick motions. Bruno can't decide what to do with his hands. They're gripping your breasts, then your hips, then settling in your hair. He’ll have you like this again, he’s certain of it.

Heat pools in your stomach. His touch leaves you with an aching need for more.

"Fuck- I've wanted this for so long," he says, "you’re so beautiful.”

His fingers dig into your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. He sucks a dark mark into your shoulder—one where you won’t be able to see it. It sends a whole new heat to your core. While his cock isn't the biggest, it curves in just a way that makes your toes curl.

He makes it known just what he thinks about you; babbling about how good you feel around him, about how long he’s wanted to do this.

The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room. If you had any neighbors, you'd certainly be getting noise complaints. Your moans are like music to his ears. You don't worry about being quiet. Let others hear you, what do you care?

"Harder Bruno!" You cry out.

He can't resist something as beautiful as you.

His free hand moves to your clit, tracing circles around the bundle of nerves. He works you up in a way you never knew possible. Your skin feels feverish, and sensitive to the touch. The heat in your stomach only gets more unbearable. You want to beg him to cum inside. You need him to cum inside. Your mind is too hazy to think of much else but him and the way he fucks into you. He leaves none of your sweet spots unstroked.

Something in you snaps. There’s not one specific thing that sends you over the edge; it's everything. You clench around him as you cum, crying out. The way you suck him back in is almost enough to send him over the edge.

His thrusts get sloppier as he nears his own orgasm. He scrambles against the counter for purchase, gripping the edge of it so tight his knuckles turn white. He doesn't want to risk cumming inside. He pulls out, giving himself a few pumps before cumming into his hand.

Bruno presses a kiss to the exposed flesh of your shoulder. Your skin is sticky with sweat. A tired, but pleased look spreads across your face. His hair tickles your neck. The sight of your shaky, sleepy form is almost enough to make him hard again.

You lean back into him, giggling. “We made a mess…”

“Want to make another?”

"Are you suggesting a round two?” It’s a joke, but you carry some seriousness behind it.

"Anything for you,"

[andvys]

ANDYYYYY BESTIEEEEE. How I missed your angsty writing and the way you break my heart. No but like honestly, I just caught up with the last 3 chapters of We'll burn the Sky and bestie, I wasn't readyyyyyy for the pain you were going to put me through.

I have a lot of things to say so sorry if this is long.

Well first of all, I LOVE petty reader, I can't express how much I gasped when I saw the whole breakfast gate and Chrissy's reaction was just AAAAAAAHHH, she truly is an inspiration. I love that from the 3 series that I've read from you, they are so different. First we have LWTUA Reader, a strong, brave but also really broken girl that just has so much trauma but also so much love to give which is precisely what makes her the fiercest of fighters for who she loves; then we have Everlong reader, heartbroken, insecure but also strong in her own way, is no easy feature to see the man you love break your heart thousands of times and still be able to love him; and now we have this Reader, also traumatized, maybe not in the same way as LWTUA reader, but in a more realistic setting, everything about suicide, an abstent mother but just the lack of love in her life just creates a character that has to have a tough side to survive AND THATS WHY THE PETTINESS WORKS SO GOOD.

(This is more to share my personal experience relating to the part where she remembers what her mother taught her of not letting them see her cry or broken cause I also have that bad trait of not allowing/want to let people see me crying which has led to a lot of difficulty expressing my feelings and somehow I see this reader struggling with everything inside her, yes she is telling eddie how heartbroken she is, how hurt and betrayed he has left her but I also feel the hesitation and how much it would hurt to be betrayed in such a way by the one person you have allowed to share your heart with, idk I might be talking out of my ass here but that's how I interpret it)

Moving on with Steve... oh Steve, beautiful, innocent Steve. GET THAT DICK GIRL. I'm glad it happen, and I'm more glad that Eddie saw it, fuckkkkkkk himmmm. The fact that he didn't like immediately broke up with Chrissy when she showed up left me speechless, men really be telling you they love you like no one else but they'll let their gf (they didn't tell you they have) parade around their relationship and let her cuddle with them and also go to breakfast expecting everything is good and well???? I'm living for the Steve drama here, like he's just so nice, funny and understanding but also good at fucking... HERE YOU GO KING YOU DROPPED THIS 👑

I love Eddie's suffering but it still comforts me this will have a happy ending. Anyways, I know this is already long enough but I just had to say it, I most likely will come back to say more stuff but right now is all I can think off.

As always, love you ANGST QUEEN, you are an amazing writer and I can't wait to read more of any of your stories ❤️

Hiiii! Oh my god 🥹 thank you so much for this! You made my morning 🥹❤️ (and never apologize for long messages/asks, i love them so much)

Petty reader is what we needed in this fic! I didn’t want her to seem like a weak and broken girl, I wanted her to show Eddie that she can be a real bitch!

LWTUA reader will always be my baby, she was so badass and sacrificial but I love her.

And you are 100% right about reader from this fic! She definitely struggles to express her feelings or show emotions in front of others! It’s a bit different with Eddie cause she can’t lie to him about her true feelings but even he gets confused by her cause she keeps jumping back and forth between being vulnerable and acting completely unbothered, he can read her but at the same time he struggles to do so.

What Eddie did with Chrissy was messed up, he wanted to break up with her and yet he made no move to do so when he had the perfect chance to, he is a dumbass. No one can blame reader for not trusting him or believing any of his words.

You will definitely get more of Steve soon! Reader and him will spend a lot of time together 🤭

The happy ending is what we always need! Can’t go without it! Eddie is a dumbass but he will make things right again 🥺

[levworship]

OKAY, I cant get this out of my head. It's usually tsukishima that always has the upper hand against yamaguchi right???? BUT, it comes to Yamas attention that tsukishima is a virgin and yamaguchi takes so much pity on poor tsuki that he offers to help him out. So yama came to you, his cute little girlfriend with this amazing opportunity to help out his best friend. And ofc you say yes..why would his cute little baby say no?

I love you, drink water and eat something you haven't already😤🥰‼️

finally writing again. shocker, i know. also thank you nonster ilysm <3

cw: dom!yams (kinda), mentions of yama x tsukki, reader is cute idk i like her, virgin!tsukki, tsukki being mean in his head, yamaguchi also just a tad bit mean, idk what else?, just a handjob (for now), prob errors

word count: 1054

summary: yamaguchi being the sweetheart he is and sharing his precious girlfriend with his best friend <3

the sight of the two of you always made tsukki feel sick to his stomach. watching his best friend be all lovey dovey with someone who’s so disgustingly sweet as well? it was no wonder he avoided you two at all costs.

he avoided making eye contact with you two even throughout high school. at games, in the hallways, during lunch. but he especially avoided it right now. he was afraid to peer up through the foggy lens of his glasses, because he knew the moment that he did-

he’d be forced to meet you guys’ gazes. those precious smiles still beaming down at him even with the undeniable hunger behind both of your eyes.

tsukishima scowled, turning his head as if he’d found something more interesting to stare at on the ground. when tadashi initially made the offer to him, he simply shrugged it off as bluff. especially since he figured there was no way you’d agree. but...

“come on, tsukki.” the blond flinched when your fingers just barely skimmed the skin of his arm almost as if you were afraid to break him. the harmless action still somehow managed to offend him. were you mocking him? did the two of you think you were better because you just so happened to have sex before he did? he could have sex if you wanted. he didn’t need your help. he didn’t need either of you.

yet, even as those thoughts echoed in his head, he simply couldn’t deny the fact that for whatever reasoning, he still showed up at your doorstep and faced you two with shuffling feet and fading pride.

he tsked once - twice- before he finally grew some balls and turned to look the two of you in the eye. and god did he regret it, because he was immediately greeted by the sight of the two of you pawing at him to rid him of his baggy clothes. the pairs of hands gripping and grabbing at each inch of visible skin had tsukishima’s face flushed an embarrassing shade of pink, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat until finally you two had stopped acting like fumbling teens and stripped him down to his boxers, erection pressing humiliatingly hard against the dampened fabric. it was amusing to him, how even as the two of you managed to lead him into the intimacy of your bedroom, he still held a higher sense of maturity and composure over you both.

at least, that’s how he viewed it in his mind. even a passing glance at him would reveal just how nervous he was. quite literally shaking where he lay.

“remember to be gentle, okay?” tsukishima scoffed at this. “relax tadashi. i am not going to hur-“ “i wasn’t talking about you.” yamaguchi cut him off with a piercing look that sent shivers throughout tsukki’s entire body like never before. since when did the freckled man have the ability to hinder him speechless so quickly? before he could even bother to crack out a weak comeback,

“oh shit—“ he hissed through his teeth when your small hand wrapped itself around his sensitive cock, successfully distracting him. his chest rose and fell heavily as his pretty eyelashes fluttered shut. “wow. you were right tadashi. i barely touched him and he’s already about to blow his load” you shook your head in genuine astonishment.

“has anyone else ever touched you here, tsukishima?”

even despite your sweet tone,, he wanted to bark at you. grab you by your hair and tug with all of his strength. shove you into the mattress and grunt in your ear that he wasn’t going to sit there and take shit from a slutty fucking brat like you. but how could he? how could he possibly let any words out before they melted away from him just as quickly as they’d formed in his mind? how could he think, when your thumb pressed itself against his tip, now red and swollen with reluctant want, and messily spread his precum across his cock. it was sloppy. it was dirty. your slender fingers tugged at his cock with a wet shlick that made his entire body tense with disgust and guilt from just how much he was enjoying your hand on him. he had to bite down on his lip to avoid making any noise. a weak attempt on his behalf to cling on to any pride he had left.

“-he’s long, too.”

the sound of your voice was enough to drag him out of his mind again. how long had you been talking? or were you too busy watching in shocked silence as he quits literally fell apart in your small grasp? were you and tadashi simply talking around him the entire time? he figured so, judging by the way both of you seemed to be almost observing his limp figure.

“mhm. but not as thick as me, is he baby?” tsukki’s stomach twisted when he watched the two of you engage in a sloppy kiss right in front of his eyes. he hated it, the not-so-PDA. or at least, he figured he did. but that wouldn’t explain why watching you two was already bringing him closer to his release than he’d like to admit.

yamaguchi seemed to read his mind somehow, humming when the two of you finally separated. a swift hand moved to grab your wrists. “‘gonna make him cum too soon, sweetheart. hurry up and get on top before he passes out” he chuckled before grabbing a handful of your ass, still clad in the pants you’d been wearing since tsukki showed up at your door.

fuck you. i don’t need you to get on top. you’ll regret talking about me like that when i have you and your fucking boyfriend bent over in front of me.

the violent words once again died in his throat before he had a chance to utter them. he watched you like a fucking horny mutt as you removed your clothes. his eyes remained glued onto your figure through his blurred vision (his glasses had been discarded a while ago), while yamaguchi’s eyes remained glued onto him. his expression was a mix of prideful and just a hint of possession if you stared for long enough. but it was hard to be selfish when you have your hot as fuck girlfriend and undeniably attractive best friend nearly blowing their lids trying to fuck each other.

who would wanna miss that sight?

i may do a part two where they actually screw if anyone is interested.

thirsts and requests for haikyuu and bnha are open.

[ynscrazylife]

Begging you to write a super angsty Nat x reader fix where the reader has a near death experience and has to deal with the ptsd after w Nat!!

You’ll Get Through This

Summary: After suffering a near death experience, Y/N develops PSTD symptoms and her girlfriend Natasha does her best to try and help her through it.

Trigger Warning: Being stabbed/near death

Note: I do not have PTSD. I have researched how to write characters with PTSD symptoms to write this accurately to the best of my abilities. I would never want for this to offend or hurt anyone so PLEASE let me know if my portrayal is offensive and I’ll fix or remove it.

When writing this, I did my best to accurately write symptoms of PTSD and triggers that I have researched. Here are some of the sources that I used: 1, 2, and 3.

* Thank you to @nyx-aira who nominated this fic for “Best One-Shot — Angst Fic” in The Tumbies 2021!

No one saw it coming. 

Literally. 

The Avengers were on a mission and they had been fighting some aliens. 

And one alien, apparently, had the ability to be invisible. 

One second Y/N had been fighting and the next she was letting out a bone-shattering scream as she fell, and an alien revealed themself, having stabbed her in the stomach with a sword. 

Natasha could never forget hearing her girlfriend mustering out a weak whisper over comms. Those desperate words would haunt her dreams forever.

“Guys . . . I’m down. Stabbed.” 

And then silence. She had passed out. 

Natasha lost it. She yelled. She cried. She ran as fast as she could and hissed out orders at everyone else. The fearless woman had never been so fearful. The woman who everyone thought was emotionless had never been so emotional. 

Of course anyone close to her would know that she was fearful and she did show her emotions, but they could never be prepared for this.

Days later, Y/N was stabilized. Weeks later, she was able to leave the hospital and stayed, resting, at the Avengers Tower ever since. 

Everyone was worried for her, especially Natasha. Y/N was numb to the world. She barley talked and when she did she was angry. Who or what she was angry with? No one knew. But she was angry. And normally, Y/N wasn’t angry. 

When Y/N had approached Natasha, saying that she had wanted to be in her own room rather than their shared room, Natasha respected her wishes. However, the redhead couldn’t deny that it broke her heart. All she wanted to do was help and support her girlfriend, but she also didn’t want to push her, so she let her be, let her move into her old bedroom. 

Everyone was trying and failing to think of ways to help their friend and teammate. Y/N was distancing herself from everyone and she refused to talk about what had happened. 

The Avenger was sitting in her old bedroom now, immersing herself in a book she always loved to read. However, she heard a knock on her door and it made her jump slightly. After a couple deep breaths, she quietly said, “Come in.” 

The door slowly opened and Natasha poked her head inside, offering her a warm smile in hopes of comforting her. “Hey. Do you have a minute to talk?” 

Y/N thought for a moment and nodded, putting her book aside. Natasha’s smile got a little bigger and she stepped inside the room, closing the door behind her. There was silence as she sat down on the bed next to Y/N. 

“I just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing? If you need any support?” Natasha said softly. 

Y/N bit her lip and shook her head ‘no’, looking away. “I’m okay,” she murmured.

She missed the slight tears that welled in Natasha’s eyes before she blinked them away. “Y/N, I . . .” Black Widow hesitated before continuing. “I’ve dealt with PTSD. I know the symptoms and-” 

Y/N stood up, facing the wall and cutting her off. “I’m fine, Natasha,” she hissed. 

Natasha looked up at her, internally sighing. “I don’t want to push you. I want to be there for you if you’d like,” she started to say in a broken voice. 

Y/N turned around to face her girlfriend, enraged. For half a moment Natasha thought she was going to be yelled at and prepared herself to take it, but was surprised when something else happened. Y/N was clearly mad, but she was holding it back, and because she held it back, tears came instead. 

“I appreciate it and I know you don’t want to push me but I just can’t talk about this. I can’t think about this, Natasha. I’m trying not to think about how much it hurt and how I thought I was dying, okay? I know someone, maybe not you, but someone is gonna try and talk to me about it and I don’t want to remember it! It’s painful,” she interrupted, before letting out a noise of frustration and exhaustion, and walked out of the room, leaving Natasha speechless. 

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A couple days after that, Tony Stark and Bruce Banner stood around a table in Bruce’s lab. That table had the sword that Y/N had been stabbed with, scrubbed of the blood. The two men wanted to study this sword, for it was unlike everything they’ve ever seen (it was alien, after-all). They also hoped it would give them information on the aliens they fought on their mission. 

“Tony,” Bruce said, staring down at the sword. The billionaire hummed, prompting the scientist to continue. “We've gotten everything we can out of this sword - it isn’t much. If we want to know more, we’ll need to ask Y/N.” 

Tony turned to him. “Y/N? What could she tell us?” He asked, confused. 

Bruce sighed. “She was the one who was stabbed with it. She got a good look, felt the, er, sword, and was the only one who saw the alien who stabbed her. Maybe she can help us find them? Or she can give us a hint on why the alien stabbed her if a different alien was fighting her?” He reasoned. 

The two Avengers shared a look, both conveying regret and hesitation. Despite wanting and, well, needing to know more information, they were reluctant to ask Y/N, and were doubtful she’d want to tell them much of anything.

After their silent conversation, Tony made a decision. “FRIDAY, please tell Natasha to come down to Bruce’s lab if she can,” he said to the A.I. 

Two minutes later, the redheaded spy appeared. She furrowed her eyebrows seeing her teammates, wondering what they needed her for, but her eyes widened when she saw that damned sword.

“What are you doing?” She asked accusingly, crossing her arms. 

“We need to talk to Y/N about the sword. Has she been talking to you?” Bruce asked. 

Natasha frowned. She sighed and opened her mouth to tell the men of what happened the last time she and her girlfriend spoke, when a voice interrupted them.

“Hey, Bruce, can I-?” All three Avengers turned around to see Y/N, entering the lab and in the middle of asking a question. She cut herself off abruptly, getting a clear view of the sword, and stared at it momentarily.

All those memories. All those memories she had ignored. She was now being forced to remember them, as that sword was right smack in front of her. 

She stumbled back, starting to breath in short, ragged breaths, and feeling the need to get out and get out now. She had to get away, away from the sword, away from the pain, away from the memories. You’d think she had superspeed with how fast she moved, practically running from the room and looking for any safe space. Subconsciously, Y/N went to that safe space. She went to Natasha’s room, formerly both of theirs, and sat on the bed, trying to calm herself or distract herself or do anything.

As soon as Natasha had seen her girlfriend there, and saw her face transform into that of like a deer in the headlights, and saw her turn around and run, she panicked. Turning back to Iron Man and Hulk, Black Widow ordered, “Get the sword out,” and followed her girlfriend. 

She kept going until she saw Y/N enter their bedroom and followed her in after, catching the door before it shut. She then carefully shut the door herself and focussed her undivided attention on the love of her life. 

Y/N sat on their bed, hands clamped on her head. Natasha could tell she was trying to take deep breaths and calm down, but it wasn’t working. She had shut her eyes closed, tightly, and Natasha lowered herself to be in front of Y/N and at her level. 

“Y/N,” Natasha said softly, gently cupping Y/N’s face. “Follow my breathing, okay?” 

She began to take deep breaths and after a few moments, Y/N did too. They kept that going for nearly five minutes until Y/N spoke up. 

“I’m so tired, Nat, and overwhelmed,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper. 

Natasha nodded. “I know, love,” she said, and then moved to sit next to Y/N on their bed. “I’m sorry about our . . . what happened the other day. You’re going to get through this, though, okay? I’ll give you my full support if you want it. Whatever you need, whatever you want, I’m here for you.” 

Natasha wrapped an arm around Y/N who leaned into her arms, nodding. “I missed you,” she said. 

The former agent smiled, resting her chin on Y/N’s head. “Me, too. We can also find a therapist if you want it, yeah?” She said, and then added. “I love you.” 

Y/N smiled a little and nodded again. “I love you, too.”

[swanqueensalad]

Is your question thingy still on? if so, would you rate top10 episodes to watch if you want swanqueen :)

ahhh this is such a good question!! and my ask box is literally always open for anything, i love chatting with y'all <3

this is Not a comprehensive list, just ten great ones that come to mind (plus two bonus ones and a lot of rambling bc, as always, i got carried away).

i've tried to put them in chronological order for the show!

1. a land without magic (1x22)

don't get me wrong, there's a lot of incredible swan queen episodes in season one (the pilot, desperate souls, that still small voice) but the content in finale just does something to me man...

emma pinning regina against the wall, the intensity of the confrontation and regina admitting everything, the way they're instantly a TEAM despite all that fury and heartache because henry comes before anything else, the literal entire sequence paralleling charming fighting maleficent and saving snow to emma fighting maleficent and saving regina, i -

2. broken (2x01)

feel like this a bit of a rogue one since, again, s2 has lots of good stuff, but there's a LOT going on in the premiere! emma promising to protect regina for henry (which we know develops into this kind of sacred oath she fulfils at her own peril over and over throughout the years) and being so attentive to her, saving her from the mob, helping her to her feet, human-shielding her, and the look on regina's face when emma's touch restarts her magic and opens a portal to another realm - the literal requirements for 'true love'. so, so good.

3. the cricket game (2x10)

a classic. emma starting to not only see but fight for the woman regina really is. this strange developing trust and respect, the desire to not be enemies for a brief second before it goes wrong again.

4. and straight on til morning (2x22)

i will never be able to scream enough about the sq development in the s2 finale. regina being the most vulnerable and herself in front of emma, begging her to let her die as herself because she knows she's the only one who could understand and grant her that - and emma not letting her, emma jumping in and finding their shared magic together for the first time to save each other and everyone else. emma speechless, seeing everything regina feels for henry.

also "you might not be strong enough but maybe we are" is one of my favourite swan queen lines, because i think it just sums up the whole ship!

5. going home (3x11)

jumping to the 3A finale, what can i say? once again, as always when it comes to henry, they are a team above all else. the group hugs, henry calling them 'mom, mama', emma being a human shield again, regina whispering her name as she wakes up, ready to give emma everything she ever wanted for herself and their son.

the incredibly intimacy and intensity of their goodbye and all those things unsaid and unfinished between them. *chefs kiss*

6. breaking glass (4x05)

ok so despite the stupid frozen arc, season 4 is actually one of my favourites for swan queen content, bc you have emma promising to give regina a happy ending in the premiere and seeing that all the way through to sacrificing herself for her in the finale. and that's what dreams are made of.

i specifically mention breaking glass bc there's so much sq screen time. emma is gutted that regina thinks she'll never have her back, literally follows her around all episode trying to prove the opposite (in the same way hook follows her around lmao), elsa telling emma not to give up on her.

and there's that gorgeous scene where emma is so honest with her about the two of them having something special and unique and different from what they have with anyone else, and that hopeful 'it's a start' ... i ...

7. operation mongoose (4x22)

what would be a list of top tier swan queen episodes without the climax of all that 'fighting for her happiness' - the saviour sacrificing herself to the darkness to save regina. this was truly the peak of ouat i swear to go d

also lots of nice stuff in the alternate reality with emma, henry and regina!

(before i move on from season 4 i do have to mention bonus episode: lily - emma's super gay fucking backstory, regina telling her she needs her, the first (?) swan queen road trip!, regina talking emma down from shooting lily/beating up that dude because she believes so strongly in emma's goodness)

8. dreamcatcher (5x05)

i remember after this episode came out, there was a post circulating of a bunch of c$ fans saying they were literally worried sq was becoming canon/getting undeniable.

so yeah. everything in this episode is pure gold. the swan mills family dynamics, regina trusting emma with her most painful memory, emma crying over the dreamcatcher, and that deliciously tense argument on regina's porch that was so electric it made sq feel inevitable. ('don't miss swan me, we've been through too much' is another favourite line!)

9. only you (5x22)

swan queen road trip, them being married af the whole time plus regina once again being her most open and vulnerable with emma? what more do you need

10. wish you were here (6x10)

this is another episode i don't think i can ever scream about enough - there's just so much to unpack! firstly, emma becoming enfuriated and attacking the evil queen because she's upsetting regina. secondly, regina thoughtlessly wishing to be sent after emma to get her back. thirdly... emma swan waking herself up from a curse and remembering who she is, sparking her own magic back to life, because even in her most cursed unknowing state she had to save regina mills.

how do you ever get over that (also they're so soft together once emma's awake, i...)

honorable mentions go to

enter the dragon (4x15) - for regina's gay backstory with mal, emma being insanely protective of regina and literally following her around all night super unhappy about her being in danger ('if i see anything i don't like i will come in blazing' oof) all the while regina is doing it to protect emma in return, jesus christ -

birth (5x08) - purely for the scene at the well where regina begs emma to tell her why she's hanging on to the darkness (aka begging emma to admit she loves her, while emma is being super repressed but they both know that's what they're talking about)

i'll be your mirror (5x08) - for all that good married sq teamwork content in the mirrorworld, regina admitting she's scared to raise henry alone and emma promising to always be there and never let anything bad happen, and the softness and tenderness of them watching him dance with violet and realising they've done such a good job together... i'm so weak bruh

[lonslibrary]

whatever your heart desires (in which each crow couple come across the mirror of erised during their time at hogwarts)

1.  kanej 

“what do you see?” 

kaz smiling wryly, realizing inej had been so focused on her reflection that he had surprised her. 

inej asking him if he knows how the mirror works

“what do you see?” he repeats. 

“mama. papa.” inej replies. “i am back with them, and i’m standing on grass.” she closes her eyes. “i can almost smell the green.”  

kaz knows exactly how the mirror of erised works and how personal someone’s desires are. 

he had only asked because of curiosity. 

no—hope. 

hope, a tiny sliver of it that took up a corner of his head and heart.

he knew how wants are dangerous, how they render someone vulnerable, weak. 

he would know. 

“i thought so.” he decides to lie. “i see..my brother, too. i think it’s a family mirror.” 

inej frowns. “but now i see you with me, as we are now.” 

kaz freezes. 

wonders if the mirror is broken. 

asks himself if he deserves even this, when he does not deserve anything as close to as good as this girl in front of him. 

years later, inej will find out what kind of mirror the erised is, and will laugh at kaz’s initial answer. 

“family mirror,” she’ll mock with a smile. 

but now, in the present, kaz cannot bear to tell her that he desires her the way she does him, cannot let himself ruin the one thing that matters most. he cannot bring himself to say the words, “i want, too. for you to stay beside me, as you are now, forever.” 

all he can do is move a little closer. 

let their shoulders brush. 

tell her, “i guess i was wrong.” 

inej cocking her head because kaz doesn’t say sentences like that.

“because now i see you, too.” 

2. helnik

matthias and nina stumble across the mirror of erised in the shrieking shack one day during a trip to hogsmeade. 

nina recognizes it immediately. she sees herself, with matthias. her friends join them, inej and jesper waving, wylan grinning by their side. even kaz. zoya, a proud look on her face, genya giving her a knowing wink. 

all the people she cared about. alive. safe. happy. 

eyes sparkling, she turns to ask matthias what he sees but the look on his face makes her swallow her words. 

matthias was dreaming. 

dreaming of her. 

he saw himself, with nina. 

but his dream—this time in fjerda, with his old friend trassel sitting by his side. 

clean shaven, wearing a durmstrang uniform in which he had learned dark magic, trained once to join the dark side. 

nina could half guess what matthias saw from the way his eyes went both sad and resentful at the same time. 

like he was nostalgic of a bad memory. 

and matthias knew she knew. 

there were times matthias’ heart was at war, knowing hogwarts was not exactly where he belonged. 

he would not go back to where he came from, believed with his whole heart it was wrong, but fjerda was still a place he had called home, where he had left his entire life behind. friends, family. 

all the people he had cared about. together. proud. unchanging. 

but nina—nina did not belong there, and he would die before he let her go through a fraction of what he had. he would no longer fight back against pure magic, what wizards were truly meant to do. 

matthias squared his shoulders. 

stared at his reflection head on. willed it to change. 

he had known before, but it was even clearer now. 

where nina didn’t belong, neither did he. 

nina was his new home. 

3. wesper

jesper had finally convinced wylan to skip potions with him and was stealing kisses in the hallways when they heard footsteps. 

“shit, shit!” jesper pulled away from a paling wylan, grabbing him and running in the opposite direction of professor mcgonagall’s voice. they ran down a long hallway before jesper pulled him into the first room he saw. 

wylan, breathless from both kisses and running

“i should never—” he gasped for air. 

“—have listened to you... damn your long legs.”

“saints,” jesper murmured from beside him, not out of breath one bit. “we’re in the room of requirement.” 

wylan spins, looking around the room they had stumbled into. 

jesper, speechless for once as he looked into the mirror of erised. 

he stood in his robes, but beside him was his mother, her face and age the same as the day she died. on his other side stood his father, wearing the proudest expression jesper had ever seen. 

a lump in his throat appearing at both the age difference between his smiling parents and at the sudden, invasive thoughts. 

had his father ever been that proud of him before? 

what had he even ever done that would make him that proud? 

what would his mother think of him now?

jesper always liked to think she watched him from above, but sometimes it was easy to forget. to give into temptation. 

“jes?”

wylan’s confusion at jesper’s serious face making jesper confused. 

“what do you see, wy?” 

wylan blinks. 

stares into the mirror.

“what do you mean, what do i see? it’s just a mirror.” 

and suddenly, the lump dissipates and jesper’s heart is just full, full, full.

full of the boy in front of him who wants nothing more than what he has now, which is to be with jesper in a place he calls home.

jesper squeezes wylan’s hand, 

tells him, “you’re right, i was just kidding.” 

looks back at his reflection, sees wylan with him now, his parents still staring back, proud. 

he makes a silent promise to do better, be better. 

he just had one more person he wanted to make proud now. 

tried writing these in regular fic format and just couldn’t do it. it was wordy, taking forever, and i didn’t love it. idk how satisfied i am with this but it took me a while so pls enjoy :) one of the things i dont think gets talked about enough is matthias’s character development and how complex of an internal conflict he has throughout the duology. helnik is one of the couples i’m lesser invested in out of the 3 but leigh bardugo put so much thought into him and his relationship with nina which i love. 

comment ur thoughts and anything you’d like to see next! requests are open, always <3

[kadwrites]

faith - T.S

summary ; tommy believes , soulmate!au warnings ; none word count ; 1564 a\n ; this was requested by @wowjeena , i hope that you like this!! , thank you all for the support!! <3 , btw , there is a quote from a wife of soldier who was in ww1 . also , I didn't proof read this so please go easy on me. enjoy!.

the concept of soulmates was never a concept the tommy understood , let alone believe. destiny and fate are things that tommy despises , your life doesn’t control you , you control your life , at least thats what he thought.

for years , he went out of his way to mock destiny , to mock the thought of something that is definite ,  nothing is definite to him , except death. 

but when all hell broke lose, when he was stuck in a place the he does not know , seeing people die day after day, he longed for something that would comfort him. though his disbelief in fate in the past was a mere feeling he used to believe , deep down,  that maybe it is true but now he is confident , that a definite fate , a definite path , is not something that exists , it is an illusion and a lie that people tell themselves when they loose control.

he rests his head on the pile of dirt behind him , he opens his eyes and they drift to the tunnel that he dug , the tunnel that he will crawl in at dawn and fill with as much bombs as he could and try to survive whatever that will come after. he swallows and closes his eyes again. his body is numb , his head feels heavy .

his eyebrows furrow when he feels little tingles on his arm , as if someone is touching him , he lifts the sleeve of his shirt and sees words forming on his arm , the words get erased and rewritten , as if whoever is writing them, is hesitant. 

“all i can do is hope “ it gets erased and then new words appear “hope for you to live , hope for me to meet you , even if only once”

his eyes stare at the words written on his forearm , his heart clenches when he rereads them , he feels a weird feeling of heaviness weighing on his heart. his fingers ghost over the letters , this is the first time that this happens to him

“i don’t know where you are ,i don’t know what is happening to you , but i beg you to not give up.”

all the tommy can think of right now is that somewhere back home, someone is waiting for him , someone is praying for him , even though they haven’t met him.

he scribbles something with his finger , and letters appear as if he is writing a pen. 

“you don’t know me”

he watched the words fade away 

“i don’t have to”

he swallows again , he doesn’t want to close his eyes , afraid that the words would disappear , and his last piece of hope , would be gone.

"i believe in you"

his eyes water , his lips are trembling slightly , he closes his eye and rests his head back , the tears flow slowly. he covers his arm with his sleeve, his eyes refuse to fall on his arm.

when it all ended , when tommy finally came home , nothing changed. the emptiness inside him didn't change , his heart is still hallow.

when he woke up in the middle of the night , months after coming back home , his body is covered in sweat , he is shaking , he wipes his face with his hands and sets on the edge of the bed. his legs feel weak , he reaches for his cigarettes on his bed side table and lights them with a trembling hand. he covers his face with his hand ,his heart is still pounding

then he fills a tingle on his arm, again. his eye open , he quickly rolls his sleeve

"i'm so sorry"

his eyebrows knit

"for what?"

"the nightmare"

he tilts his head in confusion, how could she possibly know?

"i'm sorry that i can't help you , but hopefully it'll pass"

tommy's eyes shut , his shaky hands rub at his face , because he know that it won't , he knows that whatever wounds the war caused , won't heal.

"have faith"

his nose flares in frustration , he doesn't know why

"faith in what ? god?"

"faith in yourself , in your strength."

his widen a little , his hands trace over the letters , again. he is left somewhat speechless. he doesn't know what to say or what to do.

"goodnight"

he takes a deep breath , his hands rub at the place where the words were. his eyes are misty

this night was unforgettable to him .for days , this was the only thing that he thought about , it kept him busy .

his he shoved his hands in his pocket as he walked in the sideway, his mind is replaying the events of that night , his lifts his head and his eyes wander to the busy street for a little bit and then settle on someone in the crowd, a woman , she looks tommys way and her eyes widen ,she freezes. tommys looks at her unblinking , he feels as if he knows her , he feels an urge to go to her , but then she looks away and enters a house nearby in a rush , as if she was running.

a part of him tells him that he is seeing things , that he finally went mad. but the other part says 'you know who that is , you know what that means'. he never listens to that half.

he enters the house , he is still thinking about what happened. he sees polly sitting in the kitchen , a cup of tea in her hands

"come here , i feel like we need to talk" she says , eyes meeting his, her gaze softened.

he sits quietly as she pours for him a cup of tea

"whats the matter?"

he sips the tea slowly , she waited for him to answer her

"i don't know what you're talking about" , his voice is a little raspy , it's clear to polly that he hasn't slept well , if at all.

"what happened , i know something happened so don't even try lying to me",

"do you believe is soulmates , polly?" he asks casually , he then sips from his cup again

her eyebrows arch and she smiles a little knowing smile, she sits her cup at the table and gives tommy her full attention

"i do."

"i don't"

she tilts her head , she studies his face for a moment before speaking "i know , you used to not believe in soulmates"

"i still don't"

"you're lying" she says softly , still looking at him.

"i don't want to believe"

"you're still lying"

he shoots her a quizzical look

"you want to believe , don't you?" she stays silent for a second "you are just too proud to admit , even to yourself"

his mouth opens and closes

"i think i saw her"

"you think?"

"no i.." he looks at her "i saw her"

"then why are you so confused tom?"

he doesn't answer her , instead he finishes is cup and then thanks her for it and heads outside.

he leans on the wall of the house , he doesn't know he's been here , but its dark outside now.

he stares at his arms, then at his car , the scene of her running into that small house plaguing his mind.

he opens the door of the car and then stops , mulling over the thought one more time , but he shakes the hesitation away.

he gets in the car and turns it and drives to the same street . looking around , trying to remember what the house looked like.

he spots a house and drives to it, he squints at it , and then he leans back on his seat. he reaches for his cigarettes and lights one , he looks at one of the windows .

he gets out of the car and knocks on the door, he waits for a minute . the door doesn't open. he looks at the house on more , deciding that this was a terrible ideal. tommy turns and heads to his car and then he hears the front door squeak , he stopts mid-step, truns around slowly and finally faces the door again. he sees a girl , but not the one he saw today. he almost walked away again but he saw another girl coming and placing a hand on the other one's shoulder, the girl who he assumes is her sister , points at tommy and their eyes meet , again.

she froze for a moment before she taps her sister back and tells her to go inside , she garbs a coat from the coat hanger and gets out , closing the door behind her.

tommy is silent , all he could do is stare. his gaze roaming her face , scared that she might run away and go inside again.

"came right to my door" she smiled at him "didn't know that visiting people at night is on your agenda"

"it always is, but the people aren't usually as pretty as you" he smirks at her, then he offers her a cigarette

she rises her brow at his comment a small smile playing at her lips

"i don't smoke."

"shame."

"why are you here?"

"you know, i used to not believe in this" he gestures at the both of them

"what changed?" she whispers.

she is afraid, afraid that maybe he will reject her , to tell her that he tell her to go inside and forget about him , the writings , everything.

"i have faith now" he smiles gently.

she feels warmth flooding her at the sight , her eyes sparkle  and she feels herself smiling back at him .

[rosaliepostsstuff]

Blood ties (Fred Weasley)

request: “I was wondering if you could write a Fred Weasley x reader imagine. Where they dated back in school but before he left with George, he dumped her to keep her safe. (Because he and his family were in the order and a big target, and he wanted her safe) but she was pregnant with twins! So after the war years later (Fred lives, as he should) one of the twins gets sick, where they need blood because one of the twins got hurt. so the reader has to go to Fred for help and he’s shocked. Maybe the surgery comes out fine, cute happy family ending!”

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

word count: 1130

warnings: angst with a fluffy ending

a/n: Finally I got to write about Freddie! I kept the description about the surgery vague as I don’t have any medical knowledge nor was I ever in a similar situation so I tried to avoid writing something stupid, I hope it’s not too vague to the point where it’s annoying. 

As always, feedback encouraged! 💖

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You were sat in the muggle hospital corridor late in the evening, after having a conversation with the main doctor. She told you your precious 3-year-old needed surgery. For them to be able to perform it however, they needed blood first – blood you couldn’t provide.

You did not cry, you couldn’t. Your emotions were set aside by your motherly will to do anything for your baby. And there was only one solution, after the healers at St. Mungo’s failed you.

You and Fred met at Hogwarts. You were only friends in the beginning when you were both figuring out what kind of people you were going to be, but after a few years something clicked and you were in love.

You complemented each other and Fred always claimed you brought out the best of him. You never tried to tame him, but having the walking firework that was Fred Weasley come to you with his troubles, open up about his emotions or demand you just cuddle him made you appreciate his love even more.

He often told you how much you meant to him or how much he loved you, even on the day you last saw him, when he broke up with you.

He had expressed his disinterest in staying in school before that day. At first, you didn’t think he was truly serious, you just told him there’s only a bit more left, and he should have a ‘plan B’ no matter how much you believed in his success – hope for the best, prepare for the worst – but each time he was more determined.

In the end, you came to terms with it, so when he came to explain how they would cause a distraction for Harry and leave Hogwarts, you said “It’s just a couple months. I’ll be fine, and then we’ll see each other again.”

But then he said you wouldn’t. He tried explaining how it’s out of love, that when the war comes his family will be the target and he wouldn’t bring you down with him – but you weren’t really listening. After you realized he was serious, an overwhelming mix of emotions pulled you out of reality. And then he was gone.

It wasn’t long after when you found out you were pregnant. With twins. But you stayed true to his will and didn’t contact him and stayed hidden with your own family after you graduated. Telling your parents was not easy, but they were a massive help.

When the war ended you thought about him in moments of weakness. All was safe and he could meet little Emily and Ethan, both a perfect mix of you two, but after three years it seemed so hard. You didn’t know if seeing him would make all of your feelings come crashing back when he may have already moved on – after all, he hadn’t contacted you either. But you had no choice now, no matter what would happen, you just hoped he would feel some kind of obligation to help his biological daughter.

 Deciding not to waste any more time, the next morning you left the twins with your mum and headed to Diagon Alley 93. You opened the door with your hands shaking and stepped inside the crowded shop.

You recognized him from the back as he was talking to an employee, his posture so different from George’s. Almost mechanically you walked up, your mind in overdrive, and at that moment he turned around.

You must’ve been pale, you felt faint. His expression was shocked and his mouth slightly open.

“Hello, Fred.” you managed to get out. “Y/N.. hi,” he said, collecting himself a bit. “I have to talk to you,” you said the line you practised in your mind when you couldn’t fall asleep last night. “Oh- ok..” he shifted in spot, nodded and led you to the currently empty apartment above.

The inside of it smelled familiar, even if you’ve never been there before.

“Do you want anything to drink? Should I make some tea?” He said a bit awkwardly, not sure what one was supposed to do in that kind of situation. “No, thank you.”

You went into the lounge room and sat down on the sofa, you looked down at your hands fidgeting nervously in your lap. Fred wanted to ask how you’ve been, and tell you how happy he was to see you, and he would have, were you not clearly troubled. “Are you alright..? Did something happen?” he asked, worry evident in his tone. This convinced you to finally look into his eyes properly, and he was looking at you the same way as before he left. 

“There’s something I have to tell you. And I don’t know how, so I’m just going to say it.” You took a deep breath looking down again. “I need your help, Fred. Shortly after you left Hogwarts I found out I was pregnant. I gave birth to twins and I raised them on my own but now Emily needs surgery-“ you paused to sniffle, tears fighting their way into your eyes, “they couldn’t help her at St. Mungo’s, I had to do something. I’ve taken her to a muggle hospital but they need a bl-blood donation and I- I can’t do it, and I need your help” you were sobbing by the time you finished and Fred was speechless. This was a lot of information to take and seeing you in this state was breaking his heart that still belonged to you.

He moved to your side and wrapped his arms around you, thankful you didn’t push him away. “Please..” you whispered between sobs. “Shhh…” he whispered in your ear and held you a little tighter, stroking your head and back calmingly as you hugged him back.

The time it took you to calm down he used to digest all the news. “I’ll do anything I can to help and everything’s gonna be alright, don’t worry.” he said softly. “Thank you… I’m sorry I haven’t told you sooner, but-“ “I get it, don’t worry.” You pulled away, suddenly conscious about how close you were as you remembered why you haven’t told him, but one of his hands stayed on your lower back. “You said they were twins? What’s the other’s name?” You smiled a little, “Ethan.”

Fred visited you three the next day. You were happy to see the toddlers warm up to him quickly and him trying so hard even when they were being difficult. And you were so thankful to have Fred by your side during the following weeks, during Emily’s surgery and as she was getting better. It also gave you the chance to talk everything through, realize nothing was standing between you now and the love you once shared was still there, perhaps even stronger than before.

And you couldn’t help the warmth you felt in your heart seeing Fred and the twins asleep, cuddling in the bedroom you shared with him, and you couldn’t be upset – even if you worked so hard before to get them used to sleeping in their own beds. So you stood there against the doorway for a bit, admiring your family and absentmindedly playing with the ring on your left hand finger.