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[aemnd]

rafe n reader cuddlingg

𝓇.cameron. ┆ his pretty girl.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ sry this request took so long, my life is v hectic atm − but don't worry, ur req will be published sooner or later, jus' pls be patient n kind with me, thx. ! 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜. ♡ྀི

"mmm, y'good, baby?" rafe murmurs against the bare skin of your back, pulling you backwards tighter against himself—he had his whole body wrapped around you, possessively and nearly desperate, needing to be close to you.

you nod meekly, eyes still fluttering and puffy and a bit weepy from all of the fucking you two had just done, your body feeling completely spent and drained, completely limp in your boyfriend's arms.

"y-yes, daddy," you mewl softly, a sweet, gentle and breathy feminine sound, causing rafe to smirk against your soft skin, beginning to press gentle, open-mouthed kisses all over the back of your neck, then down to your shoulders and pretty collarbones, and then, finally, he reaches the side of your throat, sucking on a small patch of skin right below your ear, which turns into a violent, reddish shade like the rest of them, almost looking like blossoming red roses scattered across your pretty, delicate little neck.

"always..." rafe breathes long and hard, pausing for a moment, his mind spinning for a few seconds as he blinks a few times, trying to gather his words together, before deciding to just continue to say the sappy, lovey dovey shit that he knew you always loved hearing, not caring since it was just you and him.

"always so goddamn pretty like this f'me, baby," rafe coos softly into your ear once he finished sucking another lovemark, making you let out a small, girlish whine in question, your brain foggy and dreamlike after nearly four rounds of fucking.

earlier, rafe was in a pretty foul mood, downright pissed off at something or someone, you weren't really sure after he returned from the cut, but after seeing you... even though he would never say it aloud, he melted at the mere sight of you, sitting there all patiently, still sitting there in his bedroom like he told you earlier—just like a good, obedient little girl, looking so fucking pretty and so happy to see him.

it made rafe's heart skip several beats when you, his pretty girl, rushed over and immediately jumped into his strong, thick, muscular arms, trusting that he would catch you—which he did, of course—pressing glossy kisses all over his lips, chin and neck, claiming how much you'd missed him.

rafe couldn't deny that he felt exactly the same way, so he whispered it to you, murmuring it lowly into your neck, still getting used to expressing a softer, more gentler side with you, his first, real girlfriend—but rafe swears, every moment he spends with you since you two made it official, or rather, he had made it official one day after referring to you as 'his girl', and now, rafe finds it getting easier letting his guard down around you each day.

and oh, he was so fucked when he realized that before really even knowing you, and yes, he was obsessed with you for a bit, but he's come to the recent conclusion that he has always been deeply, and irrevocably in love with you—which scared the fuck out of him at first, but now? not so much, at least, not anymore.

"i look pretty?" you ask shyly, kiss-swollen lips twisting into a cute pout as you look over your shoulder at rafe, who is laid behind you, curled up around your flushed body and holding you as close as he physically can—and if rafe could, he would merge yourselves together so he could always be with you, touching you, but for right now, in this sweet, and loving moment as you both come down from your blissful highs, he feels content with just holding you in his arms like this, cuddling you.

hearing your shy, innocent little question, it makes rafe let out a low, little chuckle, before he lifts one large hand up and turns your face towards his, squishing your cheeks slightly in the process with his fingers holding onto your soft cheeks, pressing them together and making your plump lips slightly pucker, his index finger and thumb holding you in place for him as he just simply looks down at you, observing you with that usual, intense, blue eyed gaze.

however, you don't seem to mind, even with his firm, possessive grip, you loved when rafe was affectionate with you—and as your relationship with him continued, he was becoming more and more so, always needing to touch you, kiss you, hold you, and fuck you like he wanted nothing more than to impregnate you.

with that thought in mind, a shiver goes down your spine, with you both still completely nude, you obediently let him guide your head until it was in the position he wanted, allowing him to brush his lips over yours, breathing you in as his eyes flutter for a small moment, as if in awe of you.

"yeah, yea... real, real fuckin' pretty, baby."

[s-vtoru]

where's my reward? | wriothesley x reader

ᡴꪫ summary: wriothesley comes to you, his biggest cheerleader, after winning his 5th boxing match this week. he expects a reward for his hard work and who are you to deny him? pairing: boxer!wriothesley x fem!reader warnings: smut, praise kink (wrio), pet names (angel, baby, pretty girl), p in v, porn with plot, breeding kink, implied pregnancy

wriothesley was in the ring, throwing punches to the face and gut of his opponent, almost rarely receiving them from the other end. one uppercut and left jab from the duke left his combatant on the floor gasping for air, covered in bruises and a bloody nose. cheers and clapping erupted from the crowd around the arena as wriothesley was deemed the winner, or champion rather, which happened almost every time. as he held the belt given to him, showing off his well-earned prize off to the crowd, he spotted you just a few feet away from the rink screaming his name and cheering for him. seeing you apart of the crowd, his number one fan, it was his sole reason to keep on going in his boxing career. you are his motivation.

a few interviews and photograph signing later, he was completely spent. all he wanted was to hold you in his arms and head on home. so once he saw you waiting for him in his personal dressing room, he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head in the crook of your neck. you smiled warmly, "hi mr. champion," you spoke, turning your head to press a kiss onto his cheek. man was he happy to hear your sweet voice. "mm. hey," he pressed soft kisses against your neck, fingers messing with the bottom of your shirt. "you did great out there, wrio," you caressed his forearm with the pad of your thumb, the both of you swaying side to side. "thanks baby, couldn't have done it without you," and it was true, if he didn't have you, he wouldn't have made it this far. he wouldn't have been one of the top 3 best boxers in the world.

having you in his arms never got old. he loved feeling your body against his big, bulky frame. remember how spent he was earlier? well, not so much anymore. with you in front of him, looking all pretty in those tight leggings and compression long sleeve shirt with his name on the back that hugged your figure oh so nicely, you can feel his growing bulge against your ass. "i figured you'd be tired after such a long match, but i suppose not?" he chuckled against your shoulder, looking at you through the vanity mirror in front of you both. "well, i was. but then i thought about how i won and.." you raised your eyebrow, not really knowing where he was going with this. "and what?" you could feel him smirk against your skin, his deep gaze on your body and your pretty lips.

"where's my reward?"

".. reward?" you repeated, still confused for a moment before realizing what he meant by 'reward'. "shouldn't i be rewarded for winning today's match and for all my hard work?" a laugh left your lips, turning your body to look at him fully. "oh why yes, of course," you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, a grin spread across your lips. "what would be a good enough reward for you, hm?" wriothesley hummed, ocean blue hues glued to your lips as he came up with an idea. "well, i think this pretty girl in front of me would make a pretty good reward. don't you think?" your cheeks flushed a bright shade of red, getting a bit embarrassed by his words but you pull him closer, your lips just a mere centimeters apart. "then you can have this reward you speak of in any way you want. how's that sound?" your tone was gentle, alluring. a deep chuckle left his lips, his smirk only widening, "sounds perfect," his lips crashed against yours eagerly, hands already finding purchase on your ass.

his leg found its way in between your legs, knee pressing right up against your clothed cunt. you could feel him smiling against your lips, a whimper being pulled out of you from the friction his knee gave you. your panties were already ruined, your slick creating a wet patch on them as well as your leggings. "w—wrio.." you mumbled in the kiss, his tongue finding the opportunity to flood your mouth, dancing against yours in a coinciding rhythm. he tugged on your bottom lip, a fervorous growl leaving his lips. "fuck, you're already so wet for me.. and i barely did anything to you," his eyes bore into yours with an intensity you've never seen before. he wanted to bed you over and fuck you right then and there with no hesitation, but he needed to hold back. just for a while longer.

his head dipped down to your neck, his lips sucking light red marks onto your soft skin that would soon darken in due time. his canines spent no time in leaving their own mark on you, biting down with ease, but not hard enough to cause you any pain but a slight sting. the duke's hips rutted against the fat of your ass, his painfully hardened cock grinding against you with a kind of desperation you knew very well. however, you gathered his attention by cupping his cheeks with your small palms, letting out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. "wait.. let me," you retracted your hands, slowly lowering down to your knees, face to face with the bulge portruding through his shorts, "reward you."

wriothesley's cheeks flushed a bright shade of crimson that stretched to the tips of his ears, watching you get down on your knees for him. he licked his lips at the sight of you, his expression contorted with lust and need. "by all means, please," a little grin spread comfortably across your lips, pulling down his shorts and underwear in one swift motion, watching his cock spring out excitedly. a content sigh left your boyfriends lips, finally feeling relieved from the confines of his clothing. you wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking at a teasingly slow pace that made him grunt. you took your time with him, wanting him to savor every small motion you made as you kept eye contact with him the whole time. after a few slow strokes, you sank your mouth down onto him, absolutely reveling in the way the all time champion shakily groaned.

"oh— fuuck— , that's it.." he placed his hand on top of your head, biting his lower lip at the feeling of your warm mouth around his girth. you swirled your tongue around his cock skillfully, tracing the thick vein all the way down to the base, the dark hairs of his happy trail tickling your nose. he admired how talented you were at sucking his dick, and that tongue of yours — the way it prodded at his slit before taking him back into your mouth with hallowed cheeks — it drove him crazy beyond words. those lewd noises of you choking on his cock was almost enough to bring him to the brink of release, tasting the pre that leaked from his tip as you held onto his thighs for support.

his dick twitched against your tongue, letting you know he was getting close. "baby, mph— i'm close.. gonna cum in your pretty mouth, okay?" you nodded your head in response, your movements picking up pace as you sucking his cock faster, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. you were growing needy yourself, one of your hands reaching down to rub your cunt through your leggings. your muffled moans sent vibrations against his shaft, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from how deep he was in your throat. at this rate he was panting like an animal in heat, desperate for release so he can hurry up and fill your pussy with his seed next. he placed his other hand on your head, using both of his hands to eagerly fuck his cock into your throat. tears fell down your cheeks from his tip reaching the depths of your mouth. "feels so good baby, shit.. i—i'm gonna—"

one, two, and three more thrusts had him leaning his head back with a drawn out moan, shooting his cum down your throat just like he said he would. you gripped onto his thigh tighter, not letting a single drop of his release go to waste. you swallowed every last bit of his cum, ignoring the salty and bitter aftertaste. "that's a good girl," he stroked your hair with a proud grin on his face, taking his still very much hard shaft out of your mouth. you stood up on your feet, wriothelsey immediately turning you around and bending you over the vanity while he tucked his face in the crook of your neck. "need to be inside you, please.. i need to fuck you, baby," you let out a giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his lips with a alluring smile, "go ahead, wrio.. this is your reward after all, right?" your voice was sweet like honey, yet had a hint of spice to it that sent your black haired boyfriend over the edge.

he spent no time in pulling your leggings and panties down to your ankles and disregarding them completely, just aching to be inside you already. he turned your face towards him by your chin, kissing you hungrily as two of his fingers rubbed circles around your clit. your moans were music to his ears, sending blood streaming straight to his throbbing cock. he gave his shaft a few strokes before pressing his tip against your hole that clenched around nothing, dying to be filled up by your champion of a lover. "gonna put in inside you now, okay?" you hummed, feeling his fat tip ease itself inside of you, sending a stinging sensation through your body. wriothesley was by no means small; he was quite literally big. so as he pushed his massive girth entirely inside you, you gasped at the sudden stretch, beginning to adjust to it.

"you alright, angel? did it hurt?" you loved how sweet he was, how much he wanted to make sure you were okay. that was just how he is, not wanting to hurt you at all. you shook your head, "i—i'm okay, wrio.. just hurry up..," you could hear him scoff, sliding out of you and bottoming out again into your cunt, ripping a moan out of you. "someones impatient, huh?" you nudged him softly leaning your head back on his shoulder as he slowly began to move his hips. "you're— mmf.. s—shit.. one to talk," your voice was shaky, covering your mouth to repress any further noises from reaching anywhere out of the room you both were in. "yeah, i suppose you're right," wriothesley's thrusts became more frequent, biting your lip at the pleasure of his cock in your greedy cunt.

he pressed soft kisses over the marks he left on you earlier, balls deep inside you with his pace quickening with each passing second. it felt like heaven inside of you, feeling your pussy grip onto his thick cock as he took hold of your jaw, turning your attention to the mirror in front of you. "want you to watch me fuck you, watch me earn this pretty reward," he bullied his length into your dripping cunt, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head. the pleasure took over your body completely, your vision going white as his tip repeatedly kissed that sweet spongey spot that made you see stars. you uncovered your mouth, drool sneaking passed the corners of your mouth and dripping down your chin.

you loved the way wriothesley fucked you, it was filled with love and lust even if it was rough at the same time. you can tell his movements were sturdy and skilled with the way his hips thrusted his cock deep within your womb, heat rising throughout your whole body. "you did so g—good today wrio, 'm so proud of you!" and you really were, you were so so proud of him. and even though you meant that in a totally innocent way, it set something off inside of the man fucking you from behind. he cursed under his breath, his dick somehow getting bigger inside of you. "w—wrio? you—"

"say it again. tell me how proud you are of me."

you didn't think he'd be the type of person so be into being praised, let alone get aroused by it. but you didn't mind at all, because you truly were extremely proud of him. you know how hard he worked to get where he is now. "i—i'm so so proud of you wrio, y—you did so good out there!" he chuckled to himself, his thrusts becoming more erratic and his heavy breaths turning into feral growls. he loved when you praised him, told him how good he did during his matches. he was an all-time winner, all because of you. and because of his hard work, but mainly you. "ngh.. f—fuck baby, it's all 'cause of you," his thrusts remotely became erratic, unable to stop the reckless pace of his hips slapping against your ass.

your back arched dangerously, allowing your boxing champion to sink his cock deeper within your walls, abusing your cervix in a way that had your legs trembling. wriothesley caught sight of your wavering legs, an idea forming inside that mischievous head of his. without warning, he lifted you up by your thighs, holding them with a fierce grip in his large hands. he fucked up into your pussy harshly, a gravelly groan leaving him as he did so. you could see his cock slip in and out of you through the mirror, watching him split you open with his girthy shaft. "w—wrio! too d—deep!" your moans only got louder, almost positive people from outside the room could hear what you both were up to. "shit, princess, look at you..," he latched his teeth onto your shoulder, wanting to mark you up as much as possible.

"fuck.. i'm gonna cum soon," his thrusts had gotten sloppy, pace faltering too, feeling his cock twitch eagerly against your gummy insides. "i—inside.. c—cum inside wrio.." your expression was all fucked out; mouth agape, tongue lolled out, practically begging him to empty his load into your womb. those words had only turned him on even more, a chuckle leaving him, "well shit, baby, gladly," his pace picked up instantly, his grip on your thighs now deadly as he pounded into you from below. you leaned your head back onto his shoulder, feeling that heat build up in the pit of your stomach. "c—cumming! i'm cumming—!" it didn't take long for that coil to unravel, squirting all over his cock, your juices coating the mirror in front of you. wriothesley was on the verge of cumming too once feeling your pussy pulse around him, sending blood rushing throughout his body.

a few more thrusts against your g-spot had him spilling his warm cum inside of you, a deep, shaky moan erupting from your boyfriend. you both took a minute to catch your breaths, you clearly losing all feeling in your lower body. he set you down on the vanity, grabbing your panties from the ground and slipping them up halfway. "wrio..?" you looked at him, only to be met with his scheming gaze. he watched as his cum seeped out of your gaping hole, using two digits to scoop his seed back up and push it inside of you. until then, that's when he slipped your panties up all the way. a wave of heat coated your cheeks letting out a content scoff. "can't let it go to waste now, can we?" you rolled your eyes at his comment, unable to stop yourself from smiling. "hmm, i guess not."

after getting you all dressed, himself included — him only having to zip up his pants and whatnot — he leaned closely into your ear, placing his hand over your tummy, giving it slow rubs. "after all, i don't mind having another cheerleader to cheer me on," he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you slow and passionately before continuing, "that would be a pretty amazing reward, no?"

[inumaki-i]

⊹₊ ⋆"You’re beautiful." || Shoto Todoroki x Insecure Reader

This includes body insecurity if that triggers you, reading this may not soothe you. This is an fluff story.

You find yourself nestled in a bathtub filled with water turned a gentle shade of purple by the bath bomb's magic. The scent of soothing oils fills the air, and at the bottom, little white pebbles create a quiet image beneath your feet. Shoto stands beside you, his presence both reassuring and tender. In his hands, a loofah is delicately covered in soap, his movements slow and careful as he gently washes your back.

Ever since you fainted while cooking two days ago, Shoto's concern has been noticeable. He's been by your side, attentive to your needs and quietly worried about your well-being. His touch is both comforting and protective, his gaze softening as he works, wanting nothing more than to ensure you feel cared for and safe in this moment of vulnerability.

"Sho, I'm fine," you assure him, meeting his caring heterochromatic gaze-turquoise and grey. With emotions of insecurity, you try to hide your body. Sensing your unease, he calmly asks, "What are you doing?" Your insecurity about your body weighs heavily on you, feeling guilty that Shoto has to deal with your struggles.

"Nothing, just let me wash myself," you respond quietly, reaching for the loofah he offers. He kisses your forehead gently, a gesture of love and understanding, but you notice his choice to not leave. "Why are you still here?" you ask, feeling exposed and vulnerable. His expression shifts to one of confusion, tilting his head slightly as he raises an eyebrow. "Why do I have to leave? I want to make sure you're okay," he insists earnestly. You meet his gaze and shake your head, feeling overwhelmed by your own insecurities. "I don't want you to see me like this, okay? I won't take long," you explain softly, a mix of apology and judgment to handle this on your own.

Shoto's expression softens, realization dawning on him. He kisses your forehead once more, his touch comforting, before quietly leaving the bathroom. Sometime later, you changed into an oversized t-shirt and comfortable underwear, sitting on the bed while Todoroki focused on finalizing his work at the desk. As he completed his tasks, he turned towards you with a soft smile and made his way over. "You know I love you, right?" he asked gently, his heterochromatic eyes reflecting sincerity. You nodded in response, a warm smile spreading across your face. "I love you too, Sho," you replied affectionately.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he leaned closer, his expression earnest. "You shouldn't let your insecurity take the best of you," he confessed softly, his voice filled with genuine concern. "You're beautiful, Y/N. I really do wish you could see yourself through my eyes." Moving even nearer, he kissed your neck tenderly, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He gently guided you to lie down, and before you could protest, he began scattering kissing all over your inner thighs then raised your shirt just enough to expose your stomach.

You attempted to protest again but couldn't help laughing as he playfully peppered your tummy with kisses, his smile palpable against your skin. "Sho, that tickles," you giggled, running your fingers through his hair as he continued, moving under your shirt to kiss your chest. Eventually, you both ended up wearing the shirt together, his warmth and presence making you feel cherished despite your initial embarrassment.

"Sho, you're going to stretch out my shirt!" you teased, but he just smiled warmly."It's already big enough; I don't think it can stretch any further," he reassured you, reaching over to turn off the light before cradling you gently in his arms. "Your body is adorable, my love," he murmured affectionately. "Especially when it's covered in my kisses." With that, he leaned in and planted a kiss on your lips, his love and reassurance enveloping you completely.

[amomentsescape]

Hello! So I am such a sucker for one bed tropes and I havent seen any with my favourite Gotham characters so Can I request a Riddler, Oswald (separately) with a reader(future S/O) where they are stuck in a situation with one bed trope. You can write either headcanon or drabble. Which one is easy for you. My english is not really good but I hope I explained good. And Thank you!

Sharing a Bed

Oswald Cobblepot x Reader, Edward Nygma x Reader

A/N: I love this trope! Thank you so much!

Oswald Cobblepot

Hiding from danger is just another typical Tuesday for Oswald

But he now finds himself in an even trickier situation with you

You may not realize it now, but Oswald has taken quite a liking to you

And even though you don't notice it, his enemies do

Which is why you two found yourselves in this current predicament

You were currently hiding out in a pretty luxurious suite

Even though Oswald was trying to keep you safe, he still had standards

That being said, he didn't think the location through very well

He was already ushering you over to the lone bed in the room, putting your stuff on it in hopes that there would be no question about it

"I think you should have the bed," you insisted, not wanting him to be uncomfortable

He shook his head

"No, no. You will be taking the bed. I likely won't even get to sleep tonight."

You frowned but decided not to push it further

You were all tucked in and ready to sleep, but you couldn't get yourself to shut your eyes

Instead, you kept stealing glances at Oswald, focusing on the way his brows furrowed and mouth tightened at all the paperwork in front of him

He was planning something big

You enjoyed spending time with him during these crucial moments, but they always left you confused

Why did he keep you around more than anyone else?

His irritated look immediately softened when he met your eyes, trying to convince himself that you most definitely were not blushing at being found out

He gave you a soft smile and looked back to the files

With this, you felt yourself relax enough to close your eyes, immediately drifting off

You didn't know how much time had passed when you shot up from the bed, your forehead covered in sweat

A nightmare, you assumed, although you couldn't remember much about it

Oswald was by your side in an instant, his face etched in worry

"Are you okay, my dear?" he asked softly, not even noticing the nickname he just gave you

You nodded and tried to offer a small smile

After a few moments to slow your breathing, Oswald hesitantly stood back up, heading towards his desk

However, in a moment of shocking confidence, your hand shot out and reached for him

He spun around immediately

"I-it's getting late, and I-" your voice cracked. "Will you stay with me, please?"

Oswald's cheeks turned a light shade of pink at this question, watching you scoot over slightly

He glanced over to his desk for just a moment, already having made up his mind

He shrugged out of his overcoat quickly and climbed in next to you, laying on his side to face you

You did the same and smiled at him

"Thank you for keeping me safe, Ozzie," you whispered

The smile didn't leave your face as you closed your eyes gently

Oswald reached for your cheek but hesitated, not wanting to scare you

Instead, he placed his hand carefully over your own, his heartbeat thumping quickly in his chest

Edward Nygma

Escaping from Arkham was no easy task

This meant that you two couldn't exactly be picky with where you ended up hiding

Ed had a couple "connections" thankfully, so you two found yourselves at a rather desolate motel

It would only be for the night

But when you entered the room, you both happened to stare at the lone bed in the the middle, the tension immediately building in the air

"I can take the chair," you offered quickly

You didn't want to put yourself in any more stress than needed

It had already been life risking to breakout of the asylum

And the last thing you needed was to make things awkward for the one person you cared about

He had his moments of course, but the mind of Edward Nygma was fascinating to you

You found his riddles entertaining

And he was truly a breath of fresh air compared to all the other crazy inmates

He made you feel seen and validated

And his voice was always just a bit softer whenever he spoke to you

He promised to save you from that place

It was no wonder you fell for him as quickly as you did

But Ed was a logical man

He had no time for love and feelings, you were sure of it

You could hear him scoff beside you

"Don't be ridiculous. I'll take the chair."

You managed to finally raise your gaze to his, heart racing at the realization that he was already looking back at you

"No, it's okay. I'm fine with-"

"There will be no argument," he stated matter-of-factly

Maybe it was the exhaustion of the day, or maybe it was all the anxiety, but you found yourself snapping back almost instantly

"After everything you've done for me, I insist on returning the favor in some way. Take the bed, please."

Edward seemed to go silent at this

You could tell by the way he was chewing on his cheek that he was assessing some thought

After a few moments, he finally let out a sigh

"The bed is surely big enough for the both of us..."

Your face turned red at the thought

He immediately began to backtrack

"But of course, your comfort is my main concern, so please don't agree if-"

You immediately plopped down on one side of the bed, leaving an empty spot beside you

Ed hesitantly made his way into the bed with you

The first 15 minutes of attempted sleep consisted of you two lying on your backs, a whole foot of space between you

You shivered a bit at the lack of heating in the room

Edward unknowingly scooted a bit closer to you, concerned about you being uncomfortable

You couldn't help but scoot a little closer to the middle as well, feeling drawn to him

He finally turned to look at you

His eyes were tired but worried

"It's cold," you whispered

He just nodded once and turned back to the ceiling

His lack of response made you feel a bit sick to the stomach, so you turned the other way so he wouldn't see your disappointment

You were almost asleep several minutes later when you felt his body press against yours, his arm wrapping tightly around you

"Goodnight," he whispered softly

[lvrdrafts]

Crumbs of Cinnamon, Shattered Hearts

Summary: You are a baker in New York who has feelings for your customer Bucky but it doesn't seem as if he feels the same

Warning: Self depriciation

Pairing: Bucky x f!reader

A/N: Should i make a fluff or angst ending?

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

In the heart of New York City, there existed a quaint little bakery named "Sweet Haven," owned and operated by the young and kind-hearted Y/N. With her radiant smile and a heart as warm as the ovens in her kitchen, she had a unique way of making anyone who walked through her bakery's doors feel at ease. Sweet Haven wasn't just a bakery; it was a place of comfort and solace for those seeking refuge from the chaos of the outside world.

In the heart of New York City, there existed a quaint little bakery named "Sweet Serenity," owned and operated by the young and kind-hearted Y/N. With her radiant smile and a heart as warm as the ovens in her kitchen, she had a unique way of making anyone who walked through her bakery's doors feel at ease. Sweet Serenity wasn't just a bakery; it was a place of comfort and solace for those seeking refuge from the chaos of the outside world.

Bucky Barnes was one of her favorite costumers. It wasn't just because he came there often, but also he brought a side of you that you didn't know existed. He was the exact opposite of you and somehow you craved that in him.

As your feelings were intensified, it seemed as if everyone except you two can see what was going on. People would always make subtle remarks about you too being a "perfect pair" yet you both never caught on.

One day, your friends gathered around her as she closed up the bakery, seeing the longing in your eyes whenever Bucky was mentioned. It just felt as an instinct that every time Bucky's name was mentioned you would have a huge grin on your face. With wide smiles and excited whispers, they encouraged you to confess your feelings to him.

"Y/N, it's so obvious that he cares about you too," one of her friends said, nudging her playfully. "You've got to tell him!"

"You deserve happiness, and you bring so much joy to others. It's time you let someone do the same for you," another chimed in.

Their words resonated with you, and you realized that maybe, just maybe, your friends were right. The thought of baring your heart to Bucky filled you with nerves, but you knew you had to take the chance.

One sunny afternoon, you found herself standing outside Bucky's apartment door, clutching a box of her famous cinnamon rolls. With a deep breath, you knocked on the door, her heart pounding in her chest.

When Bucky opened the door, the sight of Y/N, with her bright smile and the sweet aroma of cinnamon rolls surrounding her, made him feel something he hadn't in a long time—hope. Little did he know that she was about to take that hope and amplify it.

"I, um, brought you some cinnamon rolls," Y/N stammered, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. "I made them fresh today. I hope you like them."

Bucky's lips quirked into a small smile, and he gratefully accepted the box. "Thank you, Y/N. I always love your cinnamon rolls."

You felt a surge of courage in you, ss if nothing can stop you. You had been practicing the whole morning and everyone had told you how great of a dynamic you two where. We're like soulmates, there is no way we are not meant to be. Bucky likes me and I like him right?

"Bucky, there's something I've been wanting to tell you. I… I really care about you. You're special to me, and I just wanted you to know that."

Bucky's eyes held a mixture of surprise and something else you couldn't quite place. "Y/N, you're an incredible person, and I care about you too. You've been a bright spot in my life since the day we met." Oh know, why is bucky saying that in a sympathetic tone. Does he not like me back ? I thought the relationship was mutual? Am I gonna end this friendship because I was stupid enough to think he likes me?

"But there's something I need to be honest about," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "I've fallen for someone else. Her name is Diana."

The weight of Bucky's words crushed your hopes, and your smile wavered for a moment. You quickly regained her composure, offering him a brave smile. You shouldn't have listen to your friends, you should have listened to your mind not your heart. Be realistic Y/N why would he like you, your not even that special.

"That's alright, Bucky. I'm happy that you found someone who makes you feel that way," you said, her voice steady despite the pain in her heart. You didn't want to cause a scene but holding back the tears seemed much more harder.

As the days went on, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions swirling inside you. You were happy for Bucky, knowing that he had found someone who made him feel special, but you couldn't shake the sadness that accompanied unrequited love. You felt mad at yourself for allowing your heart to fall so deeply for someone who didn't feel the same way.

The dynamic between Bucky and you had changed. While you still spent time together, there was an underlying tension that lingered beneath the surface. You were more guarded, afraid to let your true feelings slip, while Bucky seemed cautious not to lead you on. Your conversations were still filled with laughter and genuine connection, but there were moments when you both seemed lost in our own thoughts, struggling to navigate the unspoken emotions between you guys.

Avoiding him became increasingly difficult, as our apartments were next to each other. It seemed that fate was determined to test me, placing him in my path at every turn. Each time you saw him, your heart would flutter and ache simultaneously, reminding me of what you couldn't have. It was even worse when he started bringing Diana to the bakery, and you could see the love between them as if they were meant to be.

At times, Bucky would still drop by your bakery, and you would offer him a friendly smile, trying to hide the pang in my heart. You didn't want him to feel guilty or obligated to reciprocate my feelings. But it was so hard after you screwed up the friendship. You should have seen it, I mean what is special about you?

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First Date Scenarios!

Kylo Ren: Despite everything you think, Kylo Ren is a romantic. Maybe not a complete romantic, but he finds himself attracted like a magnet to wine and deep conversations. Once he sat down, at the very console that commandeered his ship, run by tech savvy officers, his gaze lingered on you, intensely. Sure, he made no real effort to dress up in a tuxedo or anything, but he was drawn to how you dressed yourself. It accentuated features about you he overlooked.

He thought you were beautiful in your most bare form, however, it seems like you radiated in this dimly lit room, and you were unaware of how he had to force himself not to stare at you. "So, Y\N. Let's start with your favorite food?" Kylo spoke out, his voice soft like a whisper but curious as a cat. Your eyes met his, sipping your wine slowly. The interest he had in yours burned almost as bright as your own.

You go on to tell him your favorite foods, colors, movies, shows and whatever else comes to either of your heads, and he shares the same. You two chat for hours, the wine bottle drains quickly and it's like you both are insatiable, it is only when one of his Admirals pops in to tell him that it is past midnight and his presence is needed somewhere else that Ren is forced out of the conversation to realize the time is way past midnight. He turned to you and walked with you a bit.

"Tonight was fun. Can we do it again, if you don't mind?" He expresses as he stops in front of you. "I really enjoyed speaking to you." You beam at him, nonverbally communicating you agreed it was a great time. Almost fictional. "Yes, of course!" Kylo donned a little smile, before you walked over to him and planted a sweet kiss to his cheek, fleeting but even after you pulled away, he could feel your soft lips on his skin. It caused his skin to heat up, and a blush to sneak up and attack his cheek and neck. You chuckle at him and tease him about it before he ultimately had to leave. His gaze was soft when he began walking to where he was needed, and directed to the floor. He felt like a schoolboy.

Anakin Skywalker: Anakin had so much planned for this date. He was determined to indulge the soft side of himself and planned a walk to a special place. He came by to pick you up in his speeder, the sky bleeding into ethereal shades of orange, pink and hints of purple as a deep shade of midnight blue planted traces of its color on the horizon, threatening to overtake the sky in time. "Hey, angel. Ready for a ride?" He asks, that grin, borderline cocky that always made you laugh because of how stupidly beautiful it was, captivating your attention before his words.

You couldn't ever deny yourself the butterflies that fluttered around wildly in your stomach at those soft and damn near seductive nicknames he had for you, they managed to make your knees weak everytime. "Obviously." You snicker, getting in. Anakin glances down at your clothing, he likes how well you pick out your outfits. It was one of the first things that enticed his fascination to about you, initially. "So... where are we going, Ani?" You inquire and he smirks. "For a little walk, princess."

As you got to Anakin's house, you were a bit perplexed. "Why are we-" Before you could finish, Anakin shushed you and went over to you, helping you get out. You both walked around a bit, and Anakin asked you questions about yourself, and vice versa. You found yourself smiling and laughing a lot, and he told a lot of stories about his Jedi life. It genuinely interested you what that life holds, and what could drive a man like Anakin, talented, charismatic and shamelessly gorgeous to chose that path. "Because I've always looked up to Jedi and the Jedi Order. My mom and I were slaves, and when Qui-Gon and Master Kenobi showed up, it amplified that admiration. Especially when Qui-Gon told me I had that potential to be what I wanted to be. It's a kid's dream to be like someone they idolize and it's difficult to describe that joy I felt when he told me I could be like him."

You process that for a few minutes, and you both stay in silence as you do. "Close your eyes." Anakin says softly, you look at him for a moment before doing as he said. You can hear his footsteps rushing to do something and then coming back to your side. "There." You open your eyes slowly to find a dazzling display of a version of a Protocol Droid. "What...?" You speak, completely at a loss for words. Anakin laughs, and rolls his eyes playfully.

"For you. He hasn't been activated yet. I made him not too long ago. I can show you how to work him, if you want. But yeah, he's all yours." Your head whips around to Anakin, his arms crossed over his chest in that confident pose. He nods to confirm that he is not lying and the droid is yours. You laugh awkwardly as you approach the droid. Anakin makes a few movements and the Droid turns on. "I am E-5O, Human-Cyborg Relations." You were at a genuine loss for words. But moved to hug Anakin tight to yourself and he hugged back immediately.

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[midnightlizard]

Your what??

Kara Danvers x gn! reader

Summary: Kara starts acting weird and you're confused, but Kara is confused as to why you're acting the same as always.

Warnings: nothing really

A.N. have this while I finished the requests

Word count: 3280

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Kara has been acting... different, lately, not so different to the point you'd think something was wrong, but enough to the point you'd notice.

She was also only acting this way towards you, which made it harder for you to say something. Anytime you tried to bring it up, everyone always claimed nothing changed.

But then again, she was still her usual cheerful self, so you didn't question it.

"Alex, John said he was looking for you" the agent stopped talking with you to turn around and look at her sister.

"oh yea, we still need to interrogate Will" Alex said, referring to the guy you and Supergirl just captured "we'll let you know if he talks" she assured, walking out of the room and closing the door behind her.

You then noticed Kara quickly skipping towards you, causing a smile to form on your face. "are you ready to go home?"

Being the only two in the room of the DEO made it possible for her to use your real name.

"home?" you questioned, watching how she started playing with her fingers, her confident act dropping in the comfort of the empty room.

"yea I thought since I don't have to work tomorrow, you could come sleep at mine" your amused smirk caused her to ramble even more "we don't have to do anything, I just thought it would be fun to spend the night together"

This was the shift in behavior you noticed, still chirpy, still Kara Danvers like, just...more affectionate, in a way.

"I have something to take care of at work tomorrow morning" you never had sleepovers, so you didn't understand the reason behind her frown, and how she lowered her head taking her bottom lip between her teeth.

But it still made you feel bad.

You took one step closer and left a soft kiss on top of her head "we can have lunch together when I'm done?"

You let out a sigh of relief when she eagerly nodded, replacing her frown with a smile. You smiled back, before walking past her to get out of the room.

As you opened the door however, her voice stopped you.

"do you think I can, maybe, tell Alex?" she turned around to see your perplexed expression. "you know, she's my sister and I want to-"

"of course" you nodded, albeit confused "why couldn't you?"

"I was just, making sure" she shrugged, her cheeks tainted a light shade of pink "thank you"

And she said it so sweetly you couldn't help but chuckle. "bye Kara"

"bye, Y/N" she replied when you were already out of the room.

- - - -

"hi"

You raised your head from your phone to find Kara smiling at you. As you got up to give her a quick side hug, to which she responded with both of her arms around you, you noticed she was alone.

You were about to ask if Alex was going to be late or if she couldn't come at all, but the blonde stopped you with a question of her own.

"can i sit next to you?" you briefly looked at the booth in front of you, occupied only by her bag, then turned to look at her.

"uh, sure" you spoke up after a second, making room for her to seat.

"how was work?" she made no move to grab the menu in front of her, instead leaning on your side when you opened yours, putting her head on your shoulder.

"uh, good" you hesitated again, causing Kara to distance herself from you with a worried expression

"oh I'm sorry" she must have realized the position she was in, and how you didn't reciprocate the affectionate touch "do you want me to sit across from you?"

You thought it over. You have never been a really touchy person, and Kara's sudden but constant affection was obviously weird; but the way she always seemed attentive to your reactions, like this moment, and the softness of her hands whenever she wanted to hold yours, you didn't exactly hate it. You quite liked it.

"no, it's fine" you cleared you throat, and felt the weight of her head going back on your shoulder. "it's just...new"

And Kara chuckled, adjusting the glasses that almost fell with the new position. "yea, I bet it is"

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A few days later, while Kara was texting you about a new movie she'd like to go watch with you, Alex called you both over at the DEO because the alien you captured a week ago escaped.

As soon as you got there you felt two strong arms engulfing you in a hug, a familiar scent invading your senses. "hello, partner" Supergirl whispered. The hug ended before you could register it ever happening, as her hand slid down your arm to take a hold of your own. "come on, we're waiting for you"

Bringing Will back proved to be fairly easy, they had enough intel on him to predict where he was heading to.

But it hadn't been...pretty. or dry.

"you brought him back just in time, we put a guard outside of his cell until we know what to do with him" John stood tall with his hands on his hips. Then his gaze shifted on your drenched hair, and your even more drenched suit, offering you a sympathetic, and dare you say proud, smile.

"good job you two"

He didn't wait for you to thank him, and walked off.

Droplets of water kept on falling from the tips of your hair down to your nose and onto your eyelashes, making you continuously blink them away.

"I better get going, I'd rather not catch a-" You raised your head from the ground when you heard rustling and heels clicking on the floor from the other side of the room.

Your back instantly felt warmer, red cape around your shoulders.

"you know I can't get sick, I could have jumped into the river to catch him" she almost wanted to laugh at his desperate attempt to hide "you didn't have to"

She saw how you crossed you arms tighter every time a shiver run up your spine, so she brought her hands to your biceps, gently squeezing, and felt you shrugging your shoulders.

"I know," you softly smile "but I didn't want you to get your hair wet" and she instantly glanced back at yours "it looks like you put a lot of effort in it"

Kara raised her eyebrows, giggling at your words "is that a compliment?"

You shrugged a second time, but your answer was wiped away by a soft sneeze, and a shiver right after it.

"okay that's it, go home" she firmly stated, tapping your biceps twice before letting her arms fall to her sides. "you can give it to me tomorrow at game night" instead of helping you remove her cape like you intended to do, Kara clasped it tighter around you so it wouldn't fall on your way home. "you're coming right?"

there was a light uncertainty in her voice, but you didn't catch it

"I want my partner to be there"

You never missed a game night since she invited you the first time, unless you had important work to do.

"of course, unless I get-" you covered your face when another sneeze hit you "sick"

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Thankfully a warm bath and a deep sleep prevented you from getting sick, even if the hardest task was convincing Kara you didn't need her to come over and bring you soup.

As you got off your phone with one of your coworker to delegate your work, you didn't have time to knock on the door as it flew open right before your eyes.

"I heard you talking" Kara was standing in front of you with a smile on her face, whispering the words in case you were still on your phone.

You quickly greeted her and reached inside of your backpack. "it's a bit wrinkled I'm sorry, I didn't want people to see me walking around with Supergirl's cape in hand"

She took it from your hands and moved it to the side so it wouldn't be in the way when she leaned in to give you a hug.

Alex came up behind her and called your name, while Kara got back to her room to put the cape away.

"hey" Alex's arms wrapped themselves around you, it wasn't a bad hug, but it felt lighter than when her sister did it. And you had a feeling it wasn't because of the kryptonian strength.

"hi" she glanced back at the room where everyone was carelessly chatting before turning back to you, lowering her tone. "Kara told me."

Told her...told her what?

"and you know she's my sister, so this is my duty" she stopped, raising the beer in her hand, completely unaware of your confused expression "to tell you that if you dare-"

She was stopped however by the rest of group calling your names, so the -game- part in game night could finally happen.

So when she assured you this wasn't over, with a seemingly threatening tone you might add, you could only hope for some clarity.

It was a few hours later when the excitement died down, and the night turned into light conversations and soft tones, where sleepiness started to make itself present.

Except for you, Alex, and Brainy, intent on playing a very competitive Mario kart race on Kara's tv.

You and Alex were fighting for the first place, while Brainy was a few seconds away, in fifth place.

"you know I haven't forgotten about our talk right?" Alex spoke up as a mean to distract you, a smirk playing on her lips.

You let your eyes move to her for a second, and decided to play the part "okay, what do you want to tell me?"

She shook her head, not falling into your trap. Instead, she leaned into your side and bumped her shoulder with yours, making you grip the controller tighter.

"come on Danvers, that's all you got?" you noticed on the little map in the corner of the screen Brainy's character being surpassed by two cars, making you glance at the man to make a witty remark.

You didn't have time to open your mouth however, as Alex used your distraction to push your character off a cliff.

Your groan joined her proud laugh, but it didn't last long, as she soon found herself in the air, hit by a blue shell.

Courtesy of Brainy.

"Brainy!"

"I didn't mean to hit you" he said, and he sounded genuine "I meant to hit Luigi in front of me, why did hit you?"

Thankfully Nia explained it to him, so you and Alex could focus on the race "the red shell hits the person ahead of you, the blue shell hits the person in first place" after his nod, she put her head back on his shoulder.

You and Alex were once again head-to-head, while Brainy was quickly catching up, now in fourth place; and just as you were about to reach the finish line you paused the game; the loud complaints of your opponents startling those who weren't playing, especially Nia, who sleepily rubbed her eyes.

But you gave them no thought, and turned your head to look at the blonde who tapped your shoulder.

She had a light blush on her cheeks as everyone's eyes were now on the two of you. So she opted to whisper, hoping no one other than her sister, who was still leaning into your side, could hear.

"can you stay for a bit later? for..you know" Kara had one thing in mind, Alex had another, judging by her disgusted expression, while your head was completely blank.

But once again, you didn't have time to voice your confusion, as Alex pressed a button on your controller, resuming the game.

You whipped your head to the tv but it was already too late as the agent finished in first place with you in second place, followed by Brainy. "oh come on you cheater!"

You asked for a rematch after the race, but Nia was drifting in and out of sleep on Brainy's shoulder, so they decided it was time to go, and Alex just wouldn't give you the satisfaction.

So everyone used this as a excuse to end the night, leaving you and Kara alone.

You raised from the couch to help her clean up, and you two soon fell into a rhythm.

The silence created was only interrupted by questions of were you should throw away the trash or the leftover pizza, and by the game music softly playing in the background.

You refrained from asking her why she wanted you to stay, as you waited for her to bring it up. But you could see in her furrowed eyebrows and her slightly uncoordinated steps that she was indeed thinking about it.

So you decided to cut the head off the snake.

Leaning on the back of the couch to peek at the blonde in the kitchen you asked her "why did you ask me to stay?"

Your tone hid no malice, but Kara still looked taken aback, and rounded the counter to stand a few feet away from you.

She began playing with her fingers, her gaze lowering to look at them.

"I wanted to ask you if...if you had anything in mind for tomorrow?"

She couldn't see your conflicted expression but she could hear you sigh, and she raised her head, adjusting the glasses that moved with the motion.

Kara being weird, Alex looking at you differently, claiming she had to talk to you. You were tired of all of it. You just wanted some clarity.

"i don't know what tomorrow is" you let your arms fall to your sides, and you almost wanted to take it back when you saw the hurt flash in her eyes, but you know it was best you didn't. "what is tomorrow? Did I promise you something?" your question close to a plea

"no you didn't promise me anything, but I assumed we could do something" she crossed her arms, and slightly raised her voice "I would have been fine with not doing anything, but you forgetting about it is a kind of a low blow"

You furrowed your eyebrows, you could feel the annoyance radiating off her body, and you wanted to punch yourself in the face for it, but no matter how much you racked your brain for an answer, nothing came up.

So you got closer to her, cautious of her tense shoulder, and tried again with the kindest tone you could master.

"please Kara, I have no idea what you're talking about. Can't you just tell me?"

"I shouldn't have to tell you Y/N" she shakes her head "you should remember when we started dating"

uh?

you and Kara were dating? And nobody told you?

More time passed between Kara's outburst and your silence, more things started to make sense, the way Kara started being more affectionate towards you, how she always asked you to spend alone time with her, and the looks she gave you from across the room.

All things you would expect from a couple.

And come to think of it, she has been acting this way for like...

"a month?"

oh god.

You blink twice. Is that what Alex wanted to talk to you about?

"yea tomorrow is a month" Kara echoes, then her defensive stance turned into one of defeat "did you seriously not remember?"

The answer was yes. You and Kara were dating, and nobody told you.

The answer was no. You didn't remember.

She was already mad, so you figured telling the whole truth couldn't make the situation any worse, you hoped.

You weren't able to stop the incredulous laugh before it escaped your lips, and told her the truth "I didn't know we were dating. Believe me" you added, because even though you were indeed telling the truth, you wouldn't blame Kara for not believing you, and kicking you out of her apartment.

And it was really hard for her to believe you, and she had to will herself not to throw you out the window. You were still her best friend after all, so she trusted you not to play with her feelings like that, so it must be something else.

Did you knock your head while fighting the last alien?

So she bit her tongue, and pondered her next question. "how do you not know? You were the one who asked me."

It felt like she was looking for the answer in your eyes with how intensely she was looking into them, but all she could see was an empty stare.

"I don't...remember. I think I would remember something like that?" you muttered, and you started considering the head injury too.

The blonde sighed, the rage and hurt being put aside for the moment. She still had her arms crossed but they weren't as tense, and you noticed.

"when that livewire copycat and that shapeshifter started creating chaos all over the city, do you remember that?" she stopped for a second to see you carefully nodding your head "and Nia went to stop the shapeshifter while we went after the other one" She took a deep breath, suddenly embarrassed to narrate the events out loud "before going after him, you stopped me and asked me if- you asked me if I wanted-"

"if you wanted to be my partner" you interrupted her, while a deep red rushed to your cheeks.

Her cheeks became red too, even if she lowered her head to try and hide it. She nodded.

You loudly cleared your throat. You definitely could have explained it better.

"I meant uhm, I meant work partner. I didn't mean-"

You were stopped by Kara's breath hitch. She didn't know how to feel, the anger was being quickly replaced by the embarrassment of her actions of the last month. "work partner?" she parrots "what does that even mean?"

You shrugged your shoulders "my work partner! it was our first real assignment together, the day we started being a team" You see her shoulders drop, and yours drop with hers, your voice coming out softer this time "I'm sorry"

Kara let out a big sigh, shaking her head "it's not your fault." because it wasn't "I just can't believe I've been attached to you a whole month and you never noticed!" she tilted her head to the side. And while she was still reliving the past few weeks, you could tell she was feeling more at ease.

"No no I did notice, but you seemed normal..so I didn't ask" you really should have

"why did you agree when I said I wanted to tell Alex?"

"I thought you wanted to invite her for lunch" you shrugged your shoulders, laughing with her at the absurdity of it all. But then it felt natural to ask "Why have you never tried to kiss me?"

You saw her cheeks becoming a shade darker, while she stammered a bit "I thought you wanted to go slow and I wanted to go at your pace." Her hands went to smoothe the wrinkles on her sweater, but it was probably just an excuse not to look into your eyes "But now I know why you were so stiff whenever I tried anything"

Silence fell between the two of you, with Kara awkwardly looking at everything but at your face, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

Then you cleared your throat and straightened your back. "Would you like to?"

She raised her head when she heard your footsteps getting closer. "What?"

So you repeated "Would you like to? Kiss, I mean" you got closer to her face, giving her enough space to pull back "We've been together for a month now after all"

Kara audibly gulped, while her gaze moved from your eyes to your lips "Well uh- uhm, technically tomorrow is a month, but I wouldn't-" -mind.

That's what she meant to say, but you didn't give her time as your lips fell on hers.

You distanced yourself after just a second to look at her face, but she brought you right back by the back of your neck.

Saying you had never thought about kissing Kara would be a great lie, especially with all those moments where she was too close for comfort, too close to not get caught staring at her probably- soft, probably- sweet lips. And now you could finally confirm their softness as you felt them against yours, and how sweet they were when you tongue came out to taste them.

You eventually pulled away again, admiring the red tint of her cheekbones as she kept her eyes closed for a second longer.

"since I already did it once I'm going to do it again" you whispered "and this time I mean it the romantic way"

Kara's smile twitched upwards, and reached for your hand.

"do you want to be my partner?"

Instead of answering verbally, she leaned in to take your lips in hers one more time. But when she broke off the kiss you could see she was still pondering something.

"so, when is our anniversary going to be?"

Kara Danvers Masterlist - Supergirl Masterlist

General Masterlist

[valsverse]

𝐞𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐜'𝐬

summary. headcanons of your relationship with edmund pevensie before dating. (fem reader)

— straight up fluff, nothing else. PART 2/2 [ link to part 1 here ]

— Reciting Shakespearean quotes to each other. You two can have a whole conversation with just quotes from Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, or even A Midsummer Night’s Dream. But the quotes just keep getting more and more suggestive until you're both just absentmindedly flirting with each other without even realizing it because it just seems so natural.

— Both of you staring at each other's lips while talking. Like his eyes dart from your eyes, to your lips, to your eyes, and back to your lips AGAIN because he just finds your lips looking so kissable. — (Expanding on the above ^) Close proximity between the two of you whenever he has the sudden urge to kiss you, (though that urge doesn't get full-filled for a while..) and INTENSE eye contact paired with soft murmurs. — BONUS: If you speak another language, use that to your absolute advantage. Just imagine.. (using French because that happens to be the language I speak, but just imagine it as whatever other language you speak.) Y/N: Je crois que je suis amoureux de toi. (I think I'm in love with you.) Edmund: What? Y/N: What?

— Brushing hands!! All the time!! Him grabbing your hand to lead you through a crowded hallway so you "don't get lost", but really it's just an excuse to be in contact with your skin. ^ (adding onto this) Making excuses along the lines of, "Your hands are cold.. let me warm them up for you." despite it being SUMMER and no where near cold.

— Tending his wounds after battle. At first he tries to hide his injuries from you, but he ends up failing miserably. You do end up scolding him for his reckless behavior while cleaning a cut right above his eye, but he doesn't even take in any of the words you're saying to him, for he's far too busy admiring how stunning you look when you're concentrated.

— Reading together all the time!! You've both read all the Narnian classics, of course. He always takes out two copies of the same book, in case you want to read the same book with him as well, so he can talk about it with you later. He loves when you read to each other as well, usually under a tree or shade of some sort, his head on your lap while you're gently running your fingers through the his hair. Your voice is the most beautiful thing he's ever heard, I swear, he could fall asleep to it. He also loves how your face contorts into different expressions as you're processing the plot, and how you bring the characters to life through changing your tone or pitch. He just thinks it's the greatest thing ever.

— Continuously denies whoever makes the assumption that he fancies you, despite him following you around like a love-sick puppy. I mean, seriously, a blind man could tell that he likes you. Peter is so sick of it.

— He gets so happy when he successfully makes you laugh out loud, because your laughter is like music to his ears. He immediately looks at you after making a joke in hopes to see your smile or hear your laugh. It's adorable, honestly.

— Awkwardly laughing to try not to malfunction when you give him a compliment. — Slow dancing in the dark when neither of you can fall asleep. The curtains are just slightly ajar, and everything around you is dead quiet, no words exchanged. He twirls you around just to hear your quiet laughter that is quickly muffled by your hand, not wanting to risk waking up anybody and getting caught. Your bodies are in absolute sync, and he's just praying that you can't hear his quickening heartbeat since the space between the two of you is almost nonexistent. — Dancing in the rain as well, laughing and clutching onto each other as the rain pours down, splashing in puddles as he twirls you around, both of you laughing like little kids. He couldn't care less if he wakes up with a cold the next day, (which he probably will considering the fact that his blouse is absolutely SOAKED in the rain.) because this is the happiest he's ever been in a while. — Sword fighting!!!! And once he finds out about your expertise with swords, well, that's just another thing to add on to his never-ending list of why he likes you. But his favorite part is when he eventually knocks your sword out of your hand, pinning you to the ground in the process. — And the first kiss... was something else. It all started with just one small kiss, pulling away instantly. But then it escalated VERY quickly. His hands cupped your face, but slowly moved down to your waist while one of your hands were tangled in his ebony locks, the other resting on his neck, his lips flush against your own. You slowly pulled away, but only when you absolutely needed air. Both of you were unable to open your eyes for a few seconds after the kiss, but you couldn't hold back the words that tumbled out of your mouth. ∙ "You kiss by th’ book" You spoke quietly, your voice still hoarse and breathless from the actions before. He rolls his eyes playfully, running his thumb over your bottom lip. ∙ "Now is not the time for Shakespeare, Y/N." He whispers, smiling down at you before leaning in once again. ∙ yoo pt 2 is out! ok so if u noticed, the 1st paragraph (the shakespeare one) kinda foreshadows the kiss so if u noticed that ur cool. ∙ wanted to get this 1 out quick bc finals are coming up on friday and ill be too busy studying.

∙ ok byebye! drink water.

valerie x.

[littlelioncub43]

i'm so glad tech tuesdays are back!

thought: what if you caught kurt kunkle sneakily livestreaming sex with you, and you decided to let the viewers choose if he gets to cum or not?

Ooooh hohohohohohohohoooo 😈 yes

He's so gross. Let's fuck him.

He really thought he could get away with it. Like, honest to God. He didn't think you'd notice his laptop webcam light on, especially with the screen brightness all the way down. The moment you did a double take at the oddly angled laptop, Kurt knew he was fucked. And he meant literally fucked.

You stopped your bouncing the moment you saw the little green light, your head cocking to the side as you stare at the completely dark screen. Kurt is still under you, gasping and trembling (he was trembling the whole time but now you can tell it's for a whole new reason).

"W-wait—" he stutters and tries to sit up.

"Shut up," you spit and force him back down with a firm hand on his throat. He whimpers when his back hits the mattress, his cock throbbing from how tight your grip is on his neck.

You pay him no mind as you lean over and turn up the brightness. Lo and behold, it's streaming. Countless messages flooding the chat as you realize how long it's been streaming. Nearly 2 fucking hours.

"I'm didn't-I'm sorry," he whines, sounding close to tears. Again, you ignore him, instead opting to read a few messages to yourself. Your silence scares the shit out of Kurt but he couldn't help the way his cock seems to get even harder in his fear. He tries to speak again, but you tighten your grip on his throat, his breath now a gentle wheeze.

"I said shut up, Kurt," you look down at him now, anger pouring out of your eyes, noticing how Kurt tries to rut up into you on instinct. You glare down at him for a moment, thinking about what to do with him while you watch his face turn a soft shade of pink. With a smirk, you start grinding in slow circles on his cock, drawing a thin whine from the boy underneath you.

"You were being such a good boy, Kurt," you tsk at him with a disappointed frown, "I was going to let you cum inside me," he whines brokenly at that, his face crumpling, "but now I don't know if you deserve to cum at all."

"M'sorry! I-I — please! I'm so sor-sorry! Please!" He cries, his eyes watering even more.

"Do you think begging will help you?" You coo mockingly, bringing your lips to brush against his cheek, giving the sweaty skin soft kisses. "Poor, dumb, baby," you whisper before forcing him to look at you, letting him fill his lungs with air again, "it's not up to me whether you cum or not."

You force his face to the side to watch the chat, a constant stream of messages flood the screen.

Don't let him cum!

He doesn't deserve it!

Make him cry 😏

Edge him, it'll be soo hot!

Fuck him faster

You see his brown eyes get even bigger when he reads some of the chats. Kurt was already desperate for his release, he needed to finish or he might actually die. The tears that built up in his eyes finally spilled over with a soft sob.

"Oh n-no! Please! I wan-need it! Need to cu-cum, please!" He cries, his hands clawing at your hips that keep their tortuous pace, trying to speed you up. You giggle and turn him back to face you, your hips now bouncing quickly, blubbering apologies and whore-ish moans pouring from his open mouth.

"Play stupid games, win stupid prizes."

[forever-rogue]

Hi lovely, idk if you're still taking requests from Joel but in case you are, something with the prompt “If we’re both single next Halloween, you’re allowed to put a curse on me." perhaps?

Probably a little costume party in Jackson, whatever you want. Thank you <3

AN | Okay, but this is sweet, Halloween-y goodness💕

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Mild Language

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

One Year Ago

You spotted him standing near the door, seemingly camped out near the punch bowl with a cup in hand and an unreadable expression. You turned to May and Daisy, excusing yourself as you made your way over to him.

At first Joel didn't even look your way, pointedly keeping his gaze away from you and everyone else. You definitely weren't having that.

"Joel Miller," your voice was honey sweet as you stopped in front of him, a soft smile on your face. He seemed to stiffen for a moment before allowing himself to look at you, "are you just going to stand here all night and scowl at everything?"

"I am not scowling," he huffed, waving a hand as if to prove his point. You rocked back and forth on your heels and looked at him expectantly, "and I haven't just been standing here."

"Hmm…" you helped yourself to a fresh cup of punch and sipped on it slowly, "kinda seems like what you've been doing, honey."

Honey. He could have died and gone to heaven from how sweet your voice sounded. And yet you had no clue as to the effect you had on him.

"I'm just…I didn't really want to be here," he allowed himself to meet your eyes and instead of finding any sort of judgment, he found nothing but curiosity, "but, ugh, I kinda felt forced to be here. So."

"So," you teased gently, "let me guess, Tommy and Ellie?"

"Naturally," he sighed lightly as you giggled softly. It really might have been his favorite sound in the world. It was ridiculous how addicted he was to everything you did, "I realize I'm a downer…I was just getting ready to leave."

"You're not a downer," you put your hand on his forearm and gave him a gentle squeeze, "parties aren't for everyone. Honestly, I don't like them most of the time either but it's my favorite holiday so I couldn't say no."

"Halloween is your favorite holiday?" He quirked a brow at that as you nodded eagerly, "tell me why I am not surprised in the slightest."

"It is very predictable, isn't it?" You gestured to your body - you had gone all out with your witch costume. You looked insanely good but somehow he doubted that you knew that - which was ludicrous by the way. He swallowed thickly as he tried to keep his mind from going directly into the gutter, "have I bewitched you?"

Joel couldn't hold back his snort of amusement as you beamed at him. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to think of a good comeback. Unfortunately he found none and ended up blurring out, "pretty! You look pretty."

"Oh," your entire face flushed with warmth as you bit your lip and looked away for a moment, "what are you supposed to be? Weird guy at a party?"

"Something like that," he was dressed in regular clothes. Just because Ellie made him come didn't mean he was going to dress up.

"Well, whatever you want to call it, you still look handsome," you weren't sure what possessed you to be so bold but you just had to throw it out, "you're a catch, Miller. Even if no one else sees it. Don't even know how you're still single."

"Alright, alright," his cheeks tinged a pretty shade of pink as you nudged him with your elbow, "you can calm down and don't need to flatter me."

"It's not flattery if it's true-"

"Well then, what's your excuse for still being single?"

"I dunno," you tapped your lip thoughtfully, confidence and excitement flooding your veins, "maybe the right one just hasn't shown up yet. Or they're...afraid. who knows."

"How about this little witch," he tapped the edge of your hat, "if we're both still single next Halloween, you can put a curse on me."

"Is that a promise?" You asked as he nodded. You held up your pinkie and gave him a thoughtful look, "better make it a pinkie promise so we know it's real."

"You've got yourself a deal," he hooked his finger around yours, the two of you grinning at each other like fools, "and we'll see what happened next Halloween."

"You're on, Miller. So on."

Next Halloween couldn't come fast enough.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Present Day

The past year has gone by in a blur. It was hard to believe that Halloween had already happened a year ago. It was even harder to believe that Joel was still single…to your knowledge anyway. You were going to be confirming that soon enough.

The two of you were good friends and often spent time together but the past few months had felt…different. You weren't sure quite how to put it into words but it was different - different but good. You thought he might have been flirting with you but it was hard to tell, Joel was a tough nut to crack after all, and you didn't want to be presumptuous either. Imagining how foolish you would have looked if you made a move on him and he didn't feel the same way was enough to put the idea out of your head. 

Instead you were set on enjoying his company and let things happen as happened. But then you remembered - it was Halloween. A whole year since you'd made your little bet with Joel. Which meant…something was going to change between the two of you. One way or another, you knew that something was going to happen.  

You were planning on going over to Joel's house to see what he was up to, but he definitely beat you to the punch. It came in the form of loud, rhythmic knocking on your front door. It was with a huff as you ran down the stairs, half in your costume. 

"Hello?" You were breathless when you answered the door, still deciding on if you were going to chastise whoever was it was or welcome them into your home.

"Hi," and there stood Joel Miller, smug little smile on his face and arms crossed over his chest. The man was dressed as a cowboy and for some reason that was doing something for you.

"Joel," his name was breathy off your lips as you tried not to stare at him too intently. You knew that man could read you like a book, "what are you doing here?"

"Came to see my favorite little witch," he looked you up and down, amused by your current state of dress - or lack thereof. Your entire face felt like it was on fire as you shifted to attempt to cover up your top half. You were only in a bra with a sheer layer on top, "wanted to see if you needed any help with anything."

"I, ugh, umm…sure?" You weren't sure what you needed help with but you definitely didn't want to let him leave. Not yet and not if he went somewhere else and other women got to oogle him. You stepped aside and motioned for him to come in, "I'm sure there's…something."

The man trailed after you, closing the door sharply as he leaned against it. You raised an eyebrow at him but he just continued his quiet and calm stare down. You swore that man could see right into your soul and knew all of your deepest and darkest secrets. You swallowed thickly as you waited with baited breath for what he had to say, "you remember last Halloween?"

"Of course I do," as if you could even forget that night, "what about it?"

"Aren't you going to ask me?"

"Ask what?"

"Don't play coy with me, sweetheart," ugh. Why did he have to sound like that when he called you such sweet things? It should have been illegal, "ask me."

"Are you, Joel Miller…single?" Your heart skipped a few beats as you waited for his response. You were almost positive you knew his answer but still - you could never be positive. He came a step closer and left a much smaller gap between the two of you. You could smell the hints of his soap and aftershave and it sent shivers down your spine.

"I am," he admitted softly, the corners of his mouth ticking up in a smile, "but I think that I don't want to be. So I guess depending on your next answer, mine might change."

Butterflies exploded in your tummy as you tried to read between the lines. Not that that was incredibly hard but you never knew.

"W-what is your next question?" Your voice sounded small as you found it hard to meet his pretty brown eyes. Joel reached over and gently put his finger under your chin and turned your face up to his. His touch was so tender that you almost melted, "Joel?"

"May I kiss you?"

Yeah…you'd been expecting that and not expecting it at all. You allowed yourself to meet his eyes, trying to make sure you'd heard him correctly. Judging from the look on his face, you'd definitely heard correctly. You nodded in response, not trusting your voice at all.

"Need to hear you say it, sweetheart…"

"Yes," you moved closer, "please kiss me."

It took Joel a moment to close the small space remaining between your bodies. One hand settled on your waist while the other cupped your cheek. He pulled you into him and then softly and slowly kissed you. 

It wasn't much at first, a gentle and tentative testing of the waters to make sure you were both on the same page. When you realized, in a moment of bliss, that you both desperately wanted this, you went all in. Kissing Joel felt like nothing you'd ever experienced before you and you couldn't help but want more, more, more. When Joel answered your call with just as much hunger and intensity, you knew this was it.

 Both of you refused to pull away until you were desperately in need of air. For two people that had just been incredibly bold, you were both looking at each other shyly. 

"Are you single?" He asked you in between a few more kisses, craving the touch and taste of your lips.

 "Mhmm," you hummed back contentedly, "but I don't wanna be."

"What do you want then, sweetheart?" He had to be doing this on purpose. But as much as you wanted to say it, he needed to hear it. Needed to know that he wasn't just crazy and imagining all the feelings that had been flowing between the two of you.

"You," you whispered against his lips, "I want you, Joel."

"You have me," he promised as you relaxed and let yourself melt into him completely, "have since I met you."

"Oh. Oh," your eyes grew wide as he took your face in his hands, thumb brushing over your cheek, "its been a long time."

"Yeah," he agreed, "it has been."

"I-I've liked you too," you admitted sheepishly, "for a long time. I've just never…none if you felt the same."

"And here I was thinking that I was being so obvious," he tutted softly, "I'll have to try and be more clear in my intentions. If you'll let me."

"Mhmm," every part of your body felt like it was on fire, "I'd like that."

"Good," he beamed at you before pressing kisses to your forehead, cheeks and stopping at your lips, "what do you say we go to that Halloween party tonight? Together?"

"I'd love to," you could barely contain your giggles as he scooped you up and started to carry you upstairs, "what are you doing?"

"Going to help you finish getting ready," he grinned at you, "among other things. Plus I'm the only one that gets to see you like this, yeah?"

"Yes," you were excited at the prospect of everything that was to come. Everything felt like it was starting to come up roses. Who would have thought that one silly little Halloween promise would have led to all of this? Best Halloween ever - well maybe with the exception of what to come tonight, "yes."

"Happy Halloween, sweetheart."

"Happy Halloween, Joel."

[delqcate]

-–— AUTUMN CHILL : FLUFFTOBER DAY 2

day two is finally here!! just a small sort of disclaimer, i have never experienced autumn/fall before but i am a lover of the season and aesthetic so this is just my idea based off of photos and films. also i'm back to my roots i love that for me 🫶 | flufftober | navigation

p.s. i appreciate your guy's love for the first fic. jellydoger liking my fic was definitely a small fangirl moment for me

summary: a game of hide and seek in the forbidden forest ends with worry over your cold hands

warnings/cw: no use of y/n , lots of descriptions , lmk if there's more

word count: 0.7k

paring: draco malfoy x you

Hogwarts always had a special charm to it when the chilly seasons came. The castle was already decorated with pumpkins and the air had never felt better, oh, and the leaves. The crunch as you step on them, how beautiful they look on or off the trees. Autumn in Hogwarts was definitely something worth experiencing.

Which is how you were able to trick Draco into a small game of hide and seek with you after some drinks in The Three Broomsticks. "I know you're here somewhere, darling. The leaves aren't really your best friend today." He calls out in a teasing manner while you were trying your hardest to not step on said leaves, no matter how crunchy they seemed.

The closer he got, the more you started to rethink your hiding spot. There weren't many places to hide in the forbidden forest besides trees, trees, and more trees— and as tempting as hiding in the leaves would be, that would be too much work— so you had to act fast and quick.

You quickly found a clear path but Draco was always close behind, staying still and silent to find you quicker. As you continued to run, you were definitely running out of breath, so as soon as you found a big enough tree to hide behind, you sat there and scanned your eyes all over the forest. Shades of orange and red fill your vision.

He felt close by as if he was right behind you. You weren't too tense since besides harmless creatures frolicking around, it was just the both of you, but you still had to keep your guard up. Something did catch your eye though: a leaf in the shape of a heart. Some parts of it were bent, but it also seemed natural.

A smile grew on your face as you continued to look at it, carefully pocketing it with the worry of getting it crushed. What you didn't realize, was that Draco—

"Boo!" He quickly taps your shoulders and yells, laughing as you flinch and slap his arm instinctively. "Draco!" Your breath was heavy, but you couldn't help but let out a laugh as well. He crouches beside you, your back pressed up against the tree and your legs curled up to your chest.

He had a soft smile on his face, perfect gray-blue eyes, and beautiful, kissable lips. He was perfect in your eyes, you were perfect in his. He leans in and gives your lips a soft peck before taking your hands in his.

"Your hands are freezing, love. I told you, you should've worn your gloves." He frowns, slipping off his own. "It's fine, I promise. I don't need yours, don't worry." She takes his hands to stop him, but he gently nudges them away, slipping one of his gloves on your hand.

"If you won't take both, at least take one. Mother made them..." He smiles, admiring the black gloves with the signature 'M' embroidered on the top with silver.

You look at the glove with a smile, it didn't fit properly, but it felt like it did too. Your eyes meet his and you let out a soft giggle as you noticed his face, his nose was pink, as well as his cheeks. You gave a soft kiss on all three spots, his cheeks seemingly getting more pink.

"The autumn chill hasn't been too kind to you now, hasn't it?" You tilt your head to the side a little to admire his face a little more, a small smile on your face. He chuckles and shakes his head, his blonde hair moving along.

"Maybe, maybe not. How about we warm up in the castle? The others are probably there as well anyways." He stands up and offers a hand to you, taking it graciously. "Sure. Oh, I wanna show you something I found!" You say as your smile grows wide, pulling out the leaf you found.

"Isn't it beautiful?" There was a sparkle in your eye, he loved that about you. He nods and smiles wide, wrapping an arm around you as if to warm you up from the cold weather. "Mhm, just like you." He kisses your head as both of you walk back to the warmth of the castle.

[fertilize-my-eggs]

The hangover

Shigaraki x fem reader part one

Part two

A/N: this one gets pretty angsty because I was gonna make this one as a one shot but it was getting long, next part will be smut 💕 DNI minors and antis, you have been warned. ( p.s. I did tear up a bit when I was getting to him being upset towards reader.😭😭)

Warning: angsty + shigaraki can't handle his emotions + they both have kinda unhealthy relationships but it's tomura being a little possessive towards reader + insecure tomura.

You snore softly as the warmth feels nice on your body. Your heavy eyelid flutters open from sleep and a bit of a headache comes from your hangover.

What just happened? Your eyes wide in fear as you realize you were snuggling up to your boss, your head on his scarred chest.

Did we just…. No it can't be, is it?? You were puzzled by this as you slowly removed the covers to see you're wearing your previous outfit last night. How did I get into his room?!?

*last night*

" Bring it on asshole." You were challenged by dabi because he wanted to see who can drink the most alcohol. It was a competition where it was you, dabi, spinner, twice and mr.compress.

Both spinner and twice chicken out as it was the three of us drinking away. It turns out you beat dabi by three shots and you were more drunk than anyone.

" uhh Y/n, I think you had too much to drink dude. "Spinner's concerned voice echoed in your mind as he gently put his hand on your shoulder.

" yeah I'm with spinner on this one… no drink more y/n!! " twice said as he takes the drinks away, your cloudy mind looks at them for a bit more than turning your head at dabi who is knocked out cold.

" I-I'm finneee *hiccup* I'm going to bed. " you shake them off of you as mr.compress said." Are you sure you don't need any assistance? " You shake your head no as you begin to waddle away to your room.

You walk alone down the hall as you grab the handle, it's pretty slippery as you giggle quietly.

The bright light didn't alert you once you entered the room, you thought it was your room only to enter shigaraki's room.

Tomura wasn't in the room as you guys were having a great time with the drinking competition, he was more focused on gaming.

Now he's in his bed watching a random streamer playing a new game. He raised his brow and wasn't expecting someone to enter his room at this late hour.

His cheeks turned a shade of pink and realized it was you who was clumsy enough to walk in.

He had a huge crush on you since you joined the group. Your quirk is quite useful, you weren't great in combat but your quirk was reading other's thoughts, very useful to see who is lying and who is telling the truth by you speaking out loud what they are thinking.

It was also a problem for him since he knew he had to keep his mind clean otherwise you will be surprised by what he actually thinks of you.

He turned his phone off quickly as you removed your shoes and socks.

You stretch a bit, yawn loudly, shigaraki couldn't help but to see your soft skin being exposed in front of his eyes.

Shit not now, fuck.. he turn away as he cover himself.

You slipped inside the covers as you curled up to him as the soft snore came out of you.

Shigaraki was terrified, he wasn't expecting a person, a beautiful woman like yourself to curl up to him like that, he just knows you wouldn't act like this if you were sober.

But this was the closest thing he really hoped to last longer, he sighs softly as he turns over to see your sleepy form.

So soft and pretty… he caressed your arm and didn't realize he had all his fingers on your skin. He quickly removed his fingers, what the hell is wrong with you, you could have decayed her… wait something is off.

He tried it again, putting all five fingers on your arm. He blinked fast.. nothing was happening.

He tries your hands as he carefully holds your hand, locking the fingers together. Your snoring is quite soothing and you're breathing.. you're alive and didn't get disintegrated instantly.

It puzzles him more, you said you have one quirk and that reading minds.. What the hell?

Shigaraki has to talk to you when you wake up, that means you belong to him now. It means he doesn't have to worry about hurting you and he can feel what it's like to touch a human being.

He sighs dreamy, he has to have you already, no one shall have you.

He closed his eyes as he hoped there a chance for him.

*Ended*

You quietly removed yourself out of his bed, he looked so peaceful sleeping, his white hair messy and he had a small smile resting on his scarred lips.

As you get your shoes and socks you hear him grunt out.

" Y/n… " you turn your head towards him as he whimpers in his sleep.

" don't leave… me…. Please. " You feel bad, you could stay and wake him up but you don't know what to do.

You walk towards the door, maybe you'll pretend nothing happened and he was just dreaming. It couldn't get worse right? 

It's been a couple of days since that incident, you avoid your boss every time he tries to get you alone, you feel shit every single time you go on a mission or make some dumb excuses to avoid him.

It's late at night as you were hiding at your favorite spot, on top of the roof drinking away.

Maybe it is for the best that you keep avoiding him… you hear the creak of the door as you take a long sip.

" dabi, I don't wanna hear you bitch-... " you turn your head to see the boss emerging out and coming towards you, you immediately shut up after you see him. His eye bags were dark and his expression looked.. sad like he was crying.

He quietly sat on the edge of the roof as you took another sip.

You can feel it, his aura is intense, you shouldn't have avoided him, you thought he wasn't bothered by it a few days ago but it was definitely eating him alive.

Before you have time to speak, he started." Why? " It was short and simple..

His crimson eyes fill with sadness as he turns towards you. 

" Why are you avoiding me?? Is it because I'm that ugly to YOU.." you weren't expecting his voice to boom so loud, you can feel the pain in his voice as he shakes.

" I-.. " there was a tear coming down his scarred cheeks.

" Is that why you're too ashamed of my presents?? " he tilted his head angrily as the angry build up.

" are you seen someone, is that why you're avoid-.."

" no no no shigaraki.. please calm down. "You try your best to respond to him but the heat and venom he spits out as more tears slide down.

" I know what happened that night y/n I-..." he leaned towards you as he pulled you close. He puts his face towards your chest as he begins to sob out.

You weren't expecting him to cry and his emotions getting out of hand, why did you avoid him? Maybe you should have talked about it sooner.

" hey… shigaraki. " he looks up at you with hope as he wet your shirt with his tears.

" Listen boss, I didn't know it would affect you badly.. the reason why was because I was scared. " he narrowed his eyes towards you.

" I just thought leaving the room was best for us…." You started to tear up too.

" I thought you weren't interested in me because you were kind of dick towards me." It was true in the beginning Tomura was rude and thought you could get killed easily and would get captured by the heros if you go on a mission but he was actually protecting you from dangerous situations, he didn't want to lose you.

" I'm sorry for causing all of this. "You rarely use your quirk on others because it feels like you are invading their private thoughts, you only use it when it's an important mission.

So you were curious about what he was thinking right now.

You activate your quirk, your normal eye color turns into a bright orange hue.

( so you're not mad about me? Don't find me hideous. Are you staying here with me love please stay… ) your cheeks turn pink, you feel bad for causing this, feeling shit for having him work up over your shitty behavior.

" No, I'm not leaving tomura..." you rub his tears away as you smile softly.

(Shit you're using your quirk.. can you hear this part just for me. ) you see shigaraki start to smirk as he bites his lips.

(Listen to me, I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be walking for days you hear me. ) his eyes clouds with lust as you start to fluster red.

(Keep me waiting for so long, you were driving me insane. Your body… fuck.) His eyes look down at your body as he makes eye contact.

(You have no idea how I wanna fuck you the day you join the League.. please let me have you. ) you deactivate your quirk as you squeak a little, you weren't expecting him to think like that towards you and now you feel hot and bothered by it.

" you didn't answer my question y/n~ " he purrs at you, pulling you closer.

" Now we're on this topic, I'm gonna ask you on that day. " he tilted his head as he spoke.

" Remember you telling me you have one quirk right? " You tilt your head should you answer the first one or the second one.

" Yes to the first one and why? " Tomura purring like a cat as he pulls you onto his lap as he growls at you.

" watch this. " He carefully moves his hand towards you, putting his hand on your thighs.

You finch expecting to get killed off by him.

" what the fuck shigaraki-.. " he tilted his head as he smile.

" look… " you see his hand playing the soft flesh as he kneads it tender.

You blink a few times, you've been with them for one year and you always see shigaraki destroying everything with his hands.

" wha-.. " Tomura leaned in as he was inches towards your lips.

" see I'm not hurting you my love.. you're alive. " seeing his hand grip the soft skin as he plays with it.

" I have a second quirk?? " You say out loud costing tomura to chuckle, you always had one quirk throughout your whole life. The doctor never mentioned you had a second quirk nor did your family.

You watch his hand slide up your thighs as it reaches closer to your core.

" Do you wanna continue this gameplay with me, player two? " he said seductively as he played with your hair softly.

You feel something hard poking your entrance as he bites his lips, he rolls his hips up to make you feel everything.

" You don't have to continue this, we can take it nice and slow.. " he leaned in to lick your ear.

" It's your choice after all, princess~. "

[simp4eshal]

Silent treatment

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!reader

warnings: none. fluff. prolly incorrect things abt the movies. a lil angst

He hadn't meant to embarrass you. He just wanted to get your attention. But when he pointed out that you'd forgotten to put your lightsaber away after the training session, he hadn't expected the entire group of Jedi to turn and stare at you. Your cheeks flushed a bright shade of red as you realized your mistake, and he could feel his own face heat up too. You didn't even look at Anakin as you sheepishly hung your lightsaber back up on the rack.

Instead, you turned your back to him and started to walk away, muttering under your breath about how you had more important things to do. You could feel his gaze on your back, but you refused to acknowledge it. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of thinking that you cared.

Anakin followed you, his footsteps falling heavily behind yours. "Hey, wait," he said, trying to catch up. "Please, just talk to me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you." You kept walking, your pace not slowing down. "I really messed up, didn't I? I don't know what came over me. I just wanted to help." He was practically begging now, and it only made you angry all over again.

"You should have been more careful," you said coldly, not looking back at him. "Now everyone thinks I'm some sort of idiot. And you know what? That’s not really good for my reputation as a Jedi." His shoulders slumped at your words, and you felt a twinge of guilt for being so harsh. But you couldn't help it. You were still hurt.

Anakin didn't say anything else, just kept walking a few steps behind you, his head hung low. After a while, you could feel his presence fading away, as if he were disappearing into thin air. You stopped and turned around, suddenly realizing that you missed him. But he was gone.

The next day, you tried to ignore him again, but something felt off. He avoided your gaze and kept his distance, even during lightsaber training. You couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. Was he angry with you? Or was he just as miserable as you were?

Later that afternoon, you were sitting by yourself in the Jedi garden, lost in thought, when you felt a familiar presence behind you. Anakin sat down beside you, not saying a word. For a long moment, there was silence between you. Then, finally, he spoke. "I'm sorry. For everything. I was stupid, and I hurt you. And I just want you to know that I'm sorry. I'll do anything to make it up to you." His words were soft, sincere.

You turned to look at him, and saw that his eyes were filled with regret. You could feel your heart softening, just a little. "It's okay," you said, trying to keep your voice gentle. "I guess I overreacted. I'm sorry too, Anakin. For pushing you away."

Anakin smiled at you, a genuine smile that lit up his whole face. "Thank you," he said simply. "I promise, I'll never embarrass again.I’ll never let you down." And with that, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders, and you knew that somehow, you could both move on from this. Because in the end, even Jedi could make mistakes, and sometimes, all you needed was the strength to forgive each other.

[live-laugh-neteyam]

Mine ||| neteyam x omatikaya!reader

part three of The Future's Better Than Yesterday | previous | series masterlist | next |

pairings: neteyam x omatikaya!fem!reader *aged up*

summary: feelings are confessed and sparks fly. basically this is my attempt at smut. (my first smut I’m scared) as per usual more of my corny writing.

words: 2.9k

warnings/notes: *SMUT!* *NSFW!* *18+* just basic smut. this is my first smut so it’s probably terrible sorry I’m advance. use of y/n, mates/mating, slight swearing, end of chapter mentions death, blood, and nightmares. probably spelling and grammar mistakes because who has the time to proof read?, (there’s some song references in this chapter, if you get them I love you forever)

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“I see you Y/N.”

His words rang through your ears as your mind tried to register them. You felt his breath on your face as he leaned impossibly closer. His eyes never leaving yours, staring straight into your soul, daring you to say something.

Reaching up you gently cupped his face. "Teyam, you want me?" You breathed out. “Even with everything that’s wrong with me?” You teared up.

“There is nothing wrong with you.” He pulled you into his embrace. “You are perfect in every way.”

He hated the way you viewed yourself. You acted as if you were broken, a burden to everyone around you. In Neteyam’s eyes you were anything but.

“I have always wanted you. And I always will.” Gently he moved your face up to look at him. “I want to occupy your brain Y/N. Let me be the only living space in your head.”

No one had ever said such words to you. You didn’t know what to say. Neteyam was practically a poet confessing his love and you couldn’t even form a single word.

“I want you to be mine Y/N. But if you don’t feel that way-if you’d rather be with someone else, I-“ not being able to hold back any longer you interrupted him. "Yours is the only name that's under my breath.” You whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

Your fingers found their home through his braided hair. “I see you Neteyam."

Neteyam felt his heart leap at your words. Words he had waited years to hear. He couldn't contain himself any longer as he lunged forward capturing your lips in a kiss.

Your eyes widened at the sudden action but quickly fluttered shut as you melted into the kiss. He urgently pulled you closer to him as if you would disappear if he didn't. You were putty in his hands as you molded into his touch.

The sudden need for air forced him to pull away from you. He admired your hooded eyes and your swollen lips. "I hope that was okay." He chuckled gently caressing your face.

"More than okay." You smiled at him.

This moment was perfect. It was everything you had ever hoped for. You desperately tried to commit every last detail to memory. You needed to hang onto this forever.

He kissed you again this time not as gentle. It was rough and messy. He was letting out years of pent up feelings. Years of not knowing what to say. Years of frustration.

Pulling away gasping for breath you stared into his eyes. They were the most beautiful shade of gold. They resembled the light right before eclipse.

When your eyes focused back to your surroundings you saw Neteyam offering you his queue. Your eyes widened for a moment realizing that he really was serious.

"Are you sure?" You whispered giving him one last chance to back out.

He gave you that soft smile that you adored so much. "I've never been more sure of anything." His thumb gently rubbing circles on your cheek. "But it doesn't matter what I think. What do you want?"

Reaching behind you you extended your queue to him. "I want you, Neteyam."

Slowly he brought his queue towards yours until they finally intertwined. It felt like an electric spark coursed through your body. Your eyes dilated as you took in heavy breaths.

Eyes staying on Neteyam you noticed his tail whipping back and forth as tried to tame the intense feeling.

Your whole body felt like it was tingling. Every sensation stronger than the last. You could feel Neteyam's heartbeat, it's rhythm matched your own. You felt every breath he took in your own lungs.

"Ma'Y/N." He breathed before capturing you in a kiss once again.

Not being able to control yourself you whimpered into the kiss. The ache between your thighs started when he first kissed you, but now thanks to tsaheylu it intensified.

Your mate could feel it too.

"Be patient my mate. I will take care of you." He said in between kisses. His words made you shiver. He was yours. He was finally yours.

Neteyam was trying his best to show restraint. He wanted to take his time exploring your body. But he also had a strong urge to completely devour you. He had spent too many years waiting.

His lips moved down until they found their home on your neck. He inhaled deeply your sweet scent making his head spin. Hands trailing up and down your sides as he left purple marks on your neck.

He tried reaching underneath your top cursing when the beads were making it difficult. He started to remove the clothing, first looking up at you. "This okay?" He asked. You violently shook your head. "Yes." Voice cracking.

Neteyam practically ripped the top off of you. Eyes widening he took a moment to admire your chest. His pause made you feel self conscious. You started to move your arms in an attempt to cover yourself. His brows furrowed at your movement. Gently pulling your arms away he shook his head. "Don't hide yourself. You're beautiful Ma'Y/N." Your cheeks went hot at his words.

His face dipped between your breasts ravishing them with kisses. His mouth found your nipple and started sucking on it. His hand reaching for your other breast gently kneading it. Moaning your back arched off the ground and into his touch. Pulling on his head trying to get him impossibly closer.

Releasing your breast with a pop he continued moving down your body. Leaving a trail of kisses down to your navel, his fingers traced the blue stripes on your sides. His eyes locked onto your face as you shuddered at his touches.

Fingers playing with the sides of your loincloth he searched your face for any hesitation. "Can I take this off?"

"Please Neteyam. Take it off." You wined.

He smirked as he removed it. He loved seeing you so needy and desperate all for him. Tossing your last remaining piece of clothing to the side he finally pulled your legs open.

Taking a deep breath the scent of your arousal hitting him. The sight of your glistening folds made him harder than he already was. It took every ounce of self control he had not to shove his dick inside you right then.

Leaning down he placed a kiss on your inner thigh. Your scent was driving him crazy. His face right in front of your aching core. He wanted to know if you tasted as sweet as you smelled.

"Wanna taste you." He mumbled. A deep moan erupted from the back of your throat. Neteyam blew onto your sopping cunt, enjoying the sight of you shivering. Hips bucking desperately searching for friction.

"Teyam please." You wined. You were on the verge of tears. You needed him to touch you and you needed him to do it now.

"Please what, Syulang? Use your words." He chuckled.

"Touch me. Please touch me."

With one last smirk he finally moved forward. His lips immediately finding their way to your clit, sucking and licking harshly. Throwing your head back with a moan your fingers tugged on his braids.

His tongue worked lower taking an exploratory dip into your entrance. Moaning at the taste he continued to eat you out like a starved man. Easily slipping a finger in his mouth went back to your bud.

Working a second finger in he continued to pump them, occasionally scissoring them in attempts to open you up. “So good Teyam.” You moaned at the stretch starting to feel pressure in the pit of your stomach.

Neteyam hummed against your heat satisfied with your little whimpers. They were like music to his ears. He wanted to hear you make them over and over again.

“Gonna cum for me?” He asked as he curled his fingers up inside you, nudging a spot that made your eyes roll. “Cum on my tongue love.”

His words were the last thing you needed to tip you over the edge. The coil in your stomach finally snapped your whole body tensing for a moment before relaxing. Pleasure coursed through you and for a moment you felt like you were floating.

Neteyam greedily lapped up your release not wasting a drop. He continued showing no signs of stopping until it became too much and you pushed his head away.

Sitting up he admired the view. Your eyes were hooded as they looked up at him. Still heavily panting you were a blissed out mess. He smirked knowing he was the one that made you this way.

His chin glistened with your release the sight turning you on more than you thought. Sucking his fingers clean he kept eye contact with you. “You taste so sweet.” Blushing at his words you looked away.

“Don’t believe me huh?” He questioned. Before you could respond his kissed you. Tasting yourself on his lips you moaned into the kiss. The taste was unfamiliar but not unpleasant.

You noticed that his loincloth was still on, his cock pressed against it. Reaching down you tried to remove it, he guided your hands helping you. Finally his cock was free slapping up against his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Wrapping your hand around the base you pumped him a few times, making sure to rub your thumb over the slit. His sucked in a breath practically hissing at your touch.

“No more.” He removed your hand. “I need to be inside you.” Leaning back on your elbows you smirked up at him. “Then what are you waiting for?” You asked.

Groaning he lined himself up with your entrance. “Are you sure?” He asked one final time wanting to make sure you wanted this as much as he did. “Yes Ma’Teyam.” You nodded.

Slowly he pushed into you. “Fuck.” He muttered as he bottomed out. Your velvety walls were practically sucking him in. You moaned at the stretch, hips slightly bucking trying to create some friction.

“Move please.” You whimpered. He immediately started thrusting pulling out until just the head was in and then slamming back up into you.

Thrusting up he hit that spot again making you clench around him. “So fucking tight.” He moaned. He didn’t know how much longer he could last with you gripping him like a vice. His fingers started to work at your bud.

Your head flung back your hands squeezing his shoulders. The familiar tight feeling in your stomach was forming once again. You knew you were close.

“Right there. Don’t stop.” You said breathlessly. He continued to rut his hips into you hitting your sweet spot each time. The sound of skin hitting skin mixed with the wet sloshing noises of your cunt was enough to drive Neteyam mad.

“You close?” He asked gently pinching your clit trying to get you off before his own release. “Gonna be a good mate and cum for me?”

“Yes!” You cried out. With one more thrust of his hips you felt your orgasm wash over you. Neteyam worked you through it chasing after his own release.

He stilled at he shot his load into you. The warm feeling of his seed filling you. Giving a few gentle thrusts he wanted to make sure it stayed in you. Pulling out the sight of his leaking cum mixed with yours was enough to almost make him hard again. Using his fingers he pushed some back up into you.

Neteyam laid down next to you pulling you into his chest. “You okay?” He checked in on you making sure he didn’t hurt you. “Mm, doing great.” You hummed. He chuckled and wiped you hair off your sweaty forehead.

“My beautiful mate. We are mated before Eywa for life.” He cooed. “You’re my mate. Mine.”

You giggled at his words. It was like he had to keep repeating it for it to fully register. “And you are mine Ma’Teyam.” You hummed.

Snugging you closer he kissed your forehead. “I love you Y/N.” Your heart swelled at his words. “I love you too Neteyam.”

You had seen so many glimpses of the future but you never in a million years expected this. A part of wished the Great Mother showed you this moment. It would’ve been something hopeful to cling onto when everything got too much. But you know you wouldn’t change anything. It was more than you could ever ask for, and besides sometimes not knowing what the future holds was ideal.

The two of you laid on the forest floor tangled in each other. Neteyam pulled you into his chest. Once in awhile he would gently squeeze you closer, as if he was making sure this was real. That you were really there with him. That you were his.

His thumb drew circles on your arm as his steady breath lulled you to sleep. For the first time in years you fell right into a peaceful sleep.

                                      ***

In the morning you walked into the village hand in hand with your mate. Knowing eyes and smiles were directed to the two of you. You blushed at the attention, slightly embarrassed.

Neteyam was anything but embarrassed. But was ready to announce that you were his mate to anyone who would listen. He was especially  eager to make it known to Ateyo.

His family smiled as you entered his home. They had been worried for his safety when he didn't return home last night, but Kiri was quick to inform everyone that you were the last person he was seen with.

Neytiri smiled beaming with pride that her son finally found a match. There was no denying that you two were made for each other.

"We have something to tell you." Neteyam started suddenly becoming a bit shy. "We are mated before Eywa." He smiled proudly.

"It's about damn time." Lo'ak snickered.

Neteyam rolled his eyes light shoving his brother. Neytiri pulled you into a warm hug. "Welcome to the family daughter." Your eyes glistened with tears at her words.

It finally hit you that after all these years you finally got your wish. You were a Sully now. Heart warming at the thought, this was your family now.

Jake congratulated you both while Tuk excitedly jumped up and down. She didn't understand what had happened but seeing everyone happy made her excited.

Kiri was last to come up to you. "My sister." She happily said before hugging you tight. "You've always been my sister, it's just official now." You chuckled.

Kiri stuck her tongue out pretending to gag. "Don't go into detail." She started, "I'd rather drink acid than hear about you and my brother."

Rolling your eyes you playfully shoved her. Leave it to Kiri to turn a heartwarming moment into something like this.

The whole day Neteyam did nothing but show you off. His grandmother looked at the two of you with knowing eyes and a smirk. You couldn't help but notice her look. You wondered if she knew what she was doing when she sent Ateyo to you. Mo'at nodded at you giving a glance of approval.

His hand never letting go of yours, he chatted all about the life you'd live together. He told you all about his plans for your future home. He was eager to show you that he could provide for you as your mate.

That night he gently caressed your face as he stared into your eyes. "Are you happy Ma'Y/N?" He softly asked.

You wanted to laugh at him for asking such a foolish question. Of course you were happy. The happiest you'd ever been in your entire life. "So so happy Ma'Teyam." You smiled.

He gave you a sweet sleepy smile before his eyes started to flutter closed. "Me too." He mumbled before falling asleep. Snuggling in closer to him you let sleep take you as well.

                                     ***

Smoke and fire consumed the forest. A thundering sound echoed through the air, the wind whipping harshly. The ground was littered with Na'vi warriors. Brothers fallen in battle. There were no arrows or other instruments of war that you knew. Their bodies instead were covered in small holes.

Blood was pooled everywhere, seeping back into the ground below. It was the most horrific sight you had ever seen.

You heard shouting and a loud unfamiliar noise. Looking up to the sky you saw a giant metal creature soaring through the air. The noise coming from it made you want to cover your ears.

You had seen something like this once. A few of the scientists that stayed on Pandora would sometimes use one. But this one was different. It had weapons-guns- attached to the sides. It continued firing even though there was no threat.

Looking back to the ground, robotic metal suits marched examining the bodies. Poking at them with their guns to confirm the kill. Inside of the suits were sky people.

Suddenly your home looked like it did during the war with the sky people - only this time it was worse. It was new. This had yet to happen.

                                     ***

Thrashing in your sleep you woke your mate. Neteyam's fight or flight response immediately kicked in and he was ready to fight. Eyes wondering the room he didn't see a threat. Instead he saw you sobbing in your sleep.

His heart clenched at the sight. As softly as he could he tried to wake you. "Ma'Y/N." He gently cooed. "Wake up."

You started screaming in your sleep until it woke you up. Neteyam's heart broke at the sight of you. Your eyes bloodshot, tears streaming down your face. You were shaking still terrified from what you saw.

"What was it my love?" He asking cupping your face.

"The sky people are returning." You said through sobs

•••

This was probably terrible I’m gonna go crawl in a hole and die now 🥲

[unpopularwriter25]

The Unseen Confession

Summary: Zenistu finally gets the courage to tell the reader how he feels, but the reader is extremely dense and has zero clue that Zenistu is confessing to her.

Warnings: None

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden hue over the horizon as Zenitsu and Y/N walked along the tranquil path through the forest. The soft rustling of leaves and distant chirping of birds created a serene atmosphere, perfect for a heart-to-heart conversation.

Zenitsu's heart was pounding in his chest. He had been mustering up the courage to confess his feelings to Y/N for weeks now. He glanced at her, her (H/C) hair catching the light beautifully, and sighed internally. How can she be so dense? he thought.

"Y/N," Zenitsu started, his voice trembling slightly, "there's something I need to talk to you about."

Y/N turned to him with a bright smile. "Sure, Zenitsu! What's up?"

Zenitsu took a deep breath. "There's this girl I have really strong feelings for. She's amazing, and every time I'm with her, I feel like the luckiest guy in the world."

Y/N's eyes sparkled with interest. "Really? That's so sweet! Tell me more about her."

Zenitsu's cheeks turned a deep shade of red as he continued. "Well, she's incredibly kind and caring. She always makes me laugh, even when I'm feeling down. She's brave, too, always ready to face any challenge head-on."

Y/N nodded enthusiastically, clearly captivated by Zenitsu's description. "Wow, she sounds wonderful. You're really lucky to have someone like her in your life."

Zenitsu felt a pang of frustration mixed with affection. How can she not see it? he wondered. He decided to be more direct. "Yeah, she's also really beautiful. Her (H/C) hair shines in the sunlight, and her (E/C) eyes are like stars in the night sky. She's... she's perfect."

Y/N beamed at him, completely oblivious. "Sounds like you really love her, Zenitsu! You should definitely tell her how you feel."

Zenitsu's heart raced. This was it. He took another deep breath and stepped closer to Y/N, his eyes locked onto hers. "Y/N, I... I love you. I've loved you from the moment I met you. You're the girl I've been talking about. Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat. I want to be with you, protect you, and make you happy for the rest of our lives. You're the one I want to spend my life with."

He finished his confession, his eyes filled with hope and anxiety as he waited for Y/N's response.

Y/N smiled brightly at him, completely unaware of the gravity of his words. "Yeah! Just like that! If that doesn't win her over, then she might just be too dense for you, Zenitsu."

Zenitsu stared at her, his eyes wide with disbelief. Is she serious? he thought, feeling a mix of exasperation and amusement. He couldn't help but let out a small, resigned laugh. "Y/N, you really are something else."

Y/N tilted her head, puzzled by his reaction. "What do you mean?"

Zenitsu shook his head, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Never mind, Y/N. Let's just keep walking."

As they continued down the path, Zenitsu felt a strange sense of peace. Even though Y/N hadn't understood his confession, he knew he had to keep trying. After all, love wasn't just about grand gestures and perfect confessions. It was about being there for each other, every step of the way.

And Zenitsu was determined to be by Y/N's side, no matter how long it took for her to finally see his love for her.

The sun dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a sky painted with hues of orange and pink. The two friends walked on, Zenitsu's heart lighter than it had been in a long time. He knew that someday, Y/N would realize the truth. Until then, he was content to enjoy every moment they shared together, dense misunderstandings and all.

[husbandograveyard]

It's the thought - Izo x Reader

Look, I know I am supposed to be writing Spooktober things now, but I couldn't really let this pass without at least a little writing. So without any further ado, enjoy a little celebratory blurb for the one true love of my life, Izo! 2nd person. GN reader. Modern AU

It was a beautiful fall day: the leaves on the trees had been turning all shades of crimson, orange and yellow, and the temperatures had lowered from the scorching summer heat to something more pleasant, without being actually cold. Fall had officially started, and you were absolutely enjoying the atmosphere. 

You were home alone for now, making use of the time you had to yourself to warm up the oven and get to baking. For fall, pumpkin spice everything seemed like the obvious choice- but not today. Today you had an entirely different mission: bake your boyfriend a cake. You had found a recipe online that was beginner-friendly yet ambitious: two layers and a cream frosting, soft pink details and strawberries. They were out of season now, but you knew how much Izo loved them, and you wouldn’t spare any effort for his birthday. 

You’d been a little sad to be hearing he’d still be working today, as you had hoped he’d maybe take the day off for his birthday, but he’s never made a big deal out of it. 

“When you’re my age, y/n, it truly doesn’t matter much anymore. It’s just another day. But, if you’d like, we can go out to dinner, the two of us?”

You had -of course- agreed, but since you were home anyway, you had decided that you wanted to surprise him as well. After all, he made such an effort of surprising and pampering you throughout the year, with little thoughtful gifts, flowers to make your house an even more beautiful place, takeout of your favorite meals whenever you were too tired to cook… 

So you had gone out, purchased all the ingredients for a cake (and some more, just in case something went wrong), his favorite flowers, and put those in a vase on the table. You had made a card with a handwritten love letter earlier, and had now put it next to the vase and a little box that was neatly wrapped with a rose gold paper. Inside was a watch you had seen him eye a couple times before, but never purchasing it, because he felt like it was too expensive for a watch, especially since he still had one that was working perfectly fine still. 

The oven signaled that it was done preheating, and you practically jumped from the sound, already confused how time was flying by so fast; you had barely set the table with gifts and hadn’t even started measuring and weighing the ingredients. You let the oven sit like that for now and got to quickly prepping the ingredients. Once preparations were over, it didn’t take too long for you to actually do the recipe. You made sure to follow the recipe to the letter, knowing that baking was more of a precision job than cooking usually was. 

When the cake was finally in the oven, you cleaned up the counter and prepared the frosting. After that, you let the cake cool down on the counter while you tidied up the house. You opened up a window to let the room air out, and went upstairs to take a shower and get ready for your dinner date already. That way you could focus on cake decorating until Izo got home, and leave for the restaurant whenever he was ready, You didn’t want him to have to wait for you. 

You put on your favorite music while washing up, loudly singing along and already imagining what the evening was going to be like. You were getting excited when- 

You heard some noises downstairs, and even though the shower was running hot, you suddenly got cold shivers. 

You then heard some yelling, and were ready to panic until you recognized the voice. 

“Izo?” you walked downstairs carefully, nothing but a towel wrapped around your frame, still dripping wet, being careful not to slip. 

“Y/n?” You sighed in relief when you realized it was in fact Izo who had come home much earlier than anticipated. Your relief was short lived when you realized your surprise was a little ruined now, and then replaced by worry when you saw his face, confused and not at all the way you had expected him to look when he saw what you were preparing. 

“What was that sound?” You walked up to him, giving him a brief kiss, whispering a happy birthday against his lips. “Well… I will assume you were preparing a surprise for me?” You nodded, and he chuckled. “Did you by any chance leave food out and a window open?” You closed your eyes, cursing as you realized what had probably happened. “I think the neighborhood cat was just as surprised as you were to find me home early.” You walked into the kitchen with him, only to find little pawprints in frosting all over, and the cake that was cooling down ruined with tooth marks and paw- and clawprints and more frosting smeared all over. At the very least it looked like the creature hadn’t ingested too much, so you were sure it would be fine. You looked over at the table, relieved to see that at least your gift setup wasn’t bothered by the cake thief either. 

Still, your relief was replaced with sadness, as you did put in all the effort. You felt your bottom lip tremble as you took in the view, only to be pulled out of your thoughts by a strong arm around your waist. Izo pulled you into his side, chuckling softly. 

“I wanted to surprise you. You seemed a little deflated that I didn’t want to celebrate beyond going out for dinner, so I wanted to see if we could maybe have a fun afternoon. I got off a little early, only to see that you were preparing something as well” 

You nodded.

“It was going to be a strawberry cake, your favorite” “Does that mean you have fresh strawberries in the fridge?” You didn’t see it, but you could hear the smile in his voice. “Yes”, you smiled as well. “And you got my favorite flowers,” he said, walking up to the table, taking you along with him with one arm still wrapped around your waist, the other softly touching the flowers, studying the arrangement. You looked at his face, admiring him instead of the flowers. 

“Thank you.”

He turned to you before even opening the card or the present, and you smiled, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed about the whole situation: the failed surprise, the mess that the kitchen was, the fact that you were not ready, standing there shivering in your towel. 

“You’re welcome, I wish it was mo-”

He shushed you with another kiss, effectively taking away most of your worries and otherwise negative feelings. He had that effect on you, immediately making you feel better with nothing but a loving gesture. "It's perfect” 

You had no choice but to replace your frown with a smile as well. 

“let me get dressed then, and then… we’ll celebrate”  "And maybe clean up a little as well"