#and the friends r so real omg telling u to turn around like 😭😭

[seiwas]

@soumies @crysugu

intoxicating | nanami kento

He's not the type of guy who picks up strange women at the bar. He's not really even the type of guy who goes to bars in the first place, but when his friends drag him along for a night out, he's glad he accepted their invitation- especially when he sees you.

Tags: f!reader, alcohol use for both nanami and reader, hooking up, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving); 2.8k words. a repost from an old blog. divider by @/saradika

Nanami is quiet most of the time. It's nothing new, really. He's rarely talkative or loud, and anyone can tell that each word he speaks, he chooses carefully. Not because it's hard for him to voice his thoughts, but because he believes there's no need to waste anything. Time, money, emotions, food– everything has a purpose, a use. Even people. He's no-nonsense with it all.

Until he meets you.

He doesn't quite understand the pull you have, the way you made him suddenly stutter and forget how to use his tongue. And his brain. It infuriates him, if he's being totally honest, and he doesn't quite know what to do with the sound of your voice in such close proximity. He watches the shape of your mouth as you smile and laugh across the restaurant, deep in some titillating conversation with your girlfriends at the bar. Under the soft, yellow glow of the lights strung across the ceiling, you look like some kind of angel, and he finds that right there and then, he has to know you. 

"...what do you think, Kento?" His companion smirks, cocky and totally aware that he isn't paying the least bit of mind to the conversation at their table. "Pretty crazy, right?"

Nanami nods absently, loosening his tie because he suddenly feels like he's suffocating. The room is too hot, the conversation too loud, the wine has gone to his head. 

“Which one?” Gojo asks, following Nanami’s line of sight to where you sit, leaning against your best friend, laughing loudly at something the bartender said. His eyes flit to Nanami’s, then back to you. “Ahhh, she’s a cutie. Well don’t be weird– go say hi!” he says with a swift clap to Nanami’s back. 

Nanami clears his throat and reaches for his wine. “No,” he counters, though it’s all he can do to keep himself in his chair at this point. Your laughter rings out again, and he shifts his posture. It’s intoxicating. 

“If you don’t, I will!” Gojo says, and the others in his party roll their eyes and laugh lightly. He talks a big game, but he’ll respect his friends. Most of the time.

Nanami pushes his chair away from the table and claims a need to use the restroom, but his companions know he’s lying. Of course, he does head that way first. To piss, to wash his hands, to straighten his tie and scrub his face. He grips the counter and leans toward the mirror. Get a hold of yourself, he thinks, then takes a deep breath and tries to be as casual as possible as he reenters the restaurant, taking a detour to where you sit. Conveniently, there’s a space beside where you and your friends have gathered, and he leans his side against the bar, flagging down the bartender to order something stronger. Gentleman’s Jack. Neat. His back is to you, but he smells your perfume and his head spins again. The bartender brings his drink and Nanami tells him to keep the change as he slides a bill across the counter. He notices your conversation has taken on a hushed tone, and one of your friends tells you not-so-subtly to turn around. 

He stands and takes a step back, turning slightly toward you, drink in hand. Up close, you’re even more stunning. Your eyes are a little glassy from the drinks you’ve had and your smile is syrupy and easy, but he’s certain he’s never seen anyone more beautiful in his entire life. He almost hates himself for it– he’s not a man who gets hung up on physical appearances, but there’s something undeniably magnetic about you. 

You look at the crystal tumbler in his hand and giggle, lifting your own drink in a mock toast. “You’re a whiskey man, huh? It suits you.” You wink, and his breath hitches in his throat. 

“I’m spending the evening with an insufferable friend. I needed something strong to cope.” It’s the most he’s spoken all evening, but he’s not going to admit that to you.

It makes you laugh. “I like your honesty,” you say, tipping your glass against his before chugging what’s left. He watches your limp wrist push it back across the bar. 

“Need another?” he offers, raising a hand to flag down the bartender again.

You scoff, but your smile says otherwise. “Are you trying to get me drunk, misterrrr…”

“Nanami. Kento. And no. I think you’re doing a good job of that yourself,” he says. It’s quick and pointed, and your friends have suddenly become very interested in each other’s shoes. 

“Well, I’m pleased to meet you.” You tell him your name, then prop your elbow on the bar, leaning into the palm of your hand as you look up at him. “I’d love another drink, thanks.”

From across the room, Gojo flips Nanami the bird and sticks out his tongue.

“I’ve never seen you here before, Mr. Nanami. Kento.” You giggle and cross your legs, sitting up a little straighter when your drink is delivered. “Are you from around here?”

He nods and sits on the stool next to yours; one whiff of his cologne, and you’re glad you’re sitting down, too. “I don’t get out much these days.”

“A homebody. I bet you’re one of those guys who doesn’t see the use in going out and spending money when there’s food in the fridge, aren’t you?” Your tongue is loose, and you’re just spouting now, making any kind of conversation with this attractive stranger just to keep his interest. There’s a fleeting little pinprick of worry that you’re being obnoxious, but by the way he’s looking at you, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“An astute observation. What else do you know about me?” he says, a gentle smirk blooming on his lips.

Feigning deep thought, you press a finger to your lips and narrow your eyes. “Hmm…you’re also not the type to pick up pretty girls at bars you never go to, right?”

He stares at you for a moment, then nods, taking a long swig of his whiskey. “Right again.”

“I like this game,” you say, wiggling a little on your stool, a giddy, drunken giggle bubbling up from your chest. One of your friends tickles your back a little– a question, a need for reassurance that you’re alright. You reach behind and squeeze her fingers, pulsing twice. I’m fine, you say without speaking. She squeezes back and releases, nodding to your other friend with a smile and a wink. “Tell me something about myself.”

Nanami watches the exchange, glad that you have friends who are concerned for your safety. He likes that you have a language of your own that doesn’t require words. There are many other ways to communicate, and he appreciates the quiet ones most of all. “You’re careful– maybe too careful sometimes. You drink to take the edge off. Sometimes you take yourself too seriously.” His brown eyes meet your own, and he smirks. “How did I do?”

Slack jawed, you stare at him. You hold his gaze while you take a drink, then wipe the back of your hand over your mouth. It smears your lipstick, and he reaches over, thumbing it off your cheek. At first, you flinch, but you watch him carefully. “Good,” you say. There isn’t much else you need to say.

At least not with your words.

He doesn't make a habit of picking up women in bars. He is, however, the type of man that once he has his sights set on something, he doesn't give up easily. Thankfully, you've cut to the chase and shown him just how much you like him, which makes him feel a little less guilty for walking you back to his place.

"Are you sure-" he begins, and you cut him off with a firm press of your lips to his, all drunken courage and playful tongue, your hands already slipping under the soft cotton of his button down shirt. There's a cool brick wall at his back, and it makes for delicious contrast to your warm hands. 

Seems you're pretty sure. This, too, makes his guilt a little less heavy. He slides his arms around your waist, broad, strong hands fanning out across your lower back as he bends you back a little your way, deepening the kiss. You squeal onto his tongue and nibble his lower lip. This is reckless for you, too, but your friends wouldn't have let you go if they didn't trust him.

"He's gorgeous."

"So what if he's gorgeous, is he sane?"

"I think he's alright. I didn't get any weird vibes."

"Expensive suit! And he's really well spoken."

"Big hands…"

"Yeah. Wonder what he could do with those."

"My apartment is up ahead," he says, all grit and anticipation. The sounds of traffic blend in with your ragged breathing. The street lamp overhead buzzes and blinks, and the rowdy sounds of other bar goers add to the overall chaos of this entire situation. You're not in your right mind, but nothing has ever felt so right in your entire life. Nanami takes your hand and walks with you. Calm, cool, seemingly collected, while a stormy desire builds inside.

Up six steps, a key in the lock, a slam of the door, and he's got pinned against the door, legs wrapped around his waist, one of your heels dangling from your foot. He takes you apart with his mouth; every inch of skin he's able to reach is covered in ravenous kisses. Fleetingly you think he wants to eat you– quite literally consume you from the outside in. There isn't much left for you to do except hang on for the ride, and you can already tell by the way he's acting that it's going to be a wild one. 

"Hang on tight," he says, gripping the underside of your thighs to carry you off to his bedroom. You take the opportunity to give him a little gift on his neck to remember you by. His hiss when you bite down is delightfully satisfying, and he responds by gripping the meat of your thigh a little harder.

His bedroom is minimalistic. You really hadn't paid much attention to the main living area, but now that you're sitting on the edge of his bed, watching him shrug out of his expensive suit jacket, you notice that he has great taste. Clean lines, warm lighting, solid colors. There's a single leopard print pillow on the bed, and you laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. 

“It matches your tie,” you giggle as you lean back and toss the pillow at him from where he stands at the foot of the bed. If he’s trying to look intimidating, he’s doing a piss poor job. He catches the pillow and studies it with care, an amused grin curling on his kiss-swollen lips. 

“Everybody needs a little pizzazz their life, wouldn’t you agree?”

When he drops the pillow and crawls over you, you don’t see it coming. You were about to say something witty in return, but it’s lost when he pushes his tongue into your mouth and rolls his abdomen down on you; God, his body is warm and firm and you want to just sink your teeth in and get a taste, but it seems Mr. Nanami has other plans. 

He takes his time peeling off your dress, your bra, the pretty silk panties you’d picked out. He saves your thigh highs for last, rolling them down your legs and following the exposed skin every inch of the way with his mouth. He lifts your ankle with delicate care and looks you straight in the eye before kissing his way back up your leg. 

“You’re a work of art,” he murmurs, and you know he means it. And when he lifts just behind your knees to rest your legs on his shoulders and push his mouth against your pussy, you’re certain that he’ll make you feel like one, too. 

He takes his time, this mysterious not-quite-stranger, making sure to spend extra time on the places that have you fisting his bedsheets in your hands, crying out his name amid a string of sacreligious curses. He follows every dip and buck of your hips, remaining buried in your slick until you’re crying for mercy; one orgasm, then another in quick succession. 

“Had enough?” he chuckles. When he presses a curious thumb against your clit, you jolt and shake and push his head away with your foot. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

You need him on you, over you, inside you so badly your body aches. He’s quick to oblige before you can even get the words out, dominating your space and your thoughts by claiming your mouth in another mind-numbing kiss. This one tastes like you– warm and slick, but his hand is on your cheek and it’s so intimate it brings tears to your eyes. His cock rubbing against your leg feels huge, and when you reach down to stroke him, you’re pleasantly surprised when your hand barely spans the girth. 

“Is that enough for you, gorgeous?” 

A choked laugh is your reply, along with a tilt of your hips and a swipe of your tongue up and over his prominent Adam’s apple. You find a word, too. Just one. “Plenty.”

He eases in, slowly, experimentally even. He’s watching your face for any signs of pain or discomfort, because he knows his size, and though he's never experienced it himself, he's been clawed at and cursed thoroughly by past lovers who pleaded with him to go easy. He's big, for sure. But you've never felt more full. It's heavy and velvety smooth and nestled perfectly inside you, and you're not sure you really ever want to be anywhere else that isn't here. 

"Ready?" He is, and he moves without waiting you to reply. Feeling you quiver around him makes him borderline angry. He needs to move, and he needs to move now. He needs the friction, the satisfaction of dragging himself along your insides, watching as he disappears again and again inside you, lost in the way your body seems to rise like gentle waves with each thrust. You wouldn't know it, of course, but he's one of the most stoic, put-together kind of guys you'd ever meet. Straight laced, no-nonsense, always poised and put together, but perpetually exhausted. World weary. The kind of guy you meet in a fancy bar and think: He just needs a good, hard fuck. 

Good thing you're here to help with that.

Nanami is intense, but he's focused on you as much as he's riding the high of his own pleasure. You're fine with a little vanilla missionary, but when he folds your legs up against your ribs and really starts to rut into you, that's when you really lose your mind. He does, too, and it's obvious in the way his balls are slamming against your ass and he grunts with each piston of his hips, his pretty blonde hair damp with sweat and beginning to stick to his forehead. 

He doesn't warn you when he comes, but you feel it in the way his cock twitches inside you, and you're gripping his forearms to stay grounded through your third orgasm of the night. There are stars on the ceiling for a few blissful seconds, then all you see is the top of his head when he collapses onto your breasts, breathing heavily, arms wrapped fully around your body like he's not about to let you go anytime soon.

For a little while, you just breathe. You smell him. You trace patterns along his skin and furrow your brow a little at each tiny (and not-so-tiny) scar. Part of you wants to ask him, but you're afraid he wouldn't tell you the full truth of it. So you vow that if you see him again after tonight, you'll ask. 

"What's the protocol here?" he asks, face buried in your neck.

"Hm? Protocol for what?"

"Do you spend the night, or do I send you away with cab fare?" He shifts so that you're able to breathe a little easier, but your laughter kind of throws a wrench in that. 

"Excuse me? Are you kidding me right now?"

His brown eyes widen, and he lifts your chin as he lies there, propped on an elbow, naked and relaxed. Now that you're not quite as drunk, you see him a little clearer. His body intimidates you; it's incredibly defined and toned. Nanami is long, lean, and beautiful. "I don't do this. In fact, I've never done anything like this. I'd like you to stay, but I don't want to force you."

You touch his cheek, scoot closer, and kiss his lips so softly that he thinks he imagines the whole thing. "I want to stay."

And you do. He drives you home in the morning (after he cooks you breakfast) and you exchange numbers. He promises to tell you about his scars, and you promise to tease him about cab fare.

[shayasay]

Im the same guy who requested that out of pocket reader and omg i love it sm !! Tysm for wiritng it 😭 would it be ok to request again HAHAHS yeah anyways angst this time with Teru, akane (sorry these 2 r my faves), and yashiro with reader thats involved with the supernatural stuff and they got into a battle with one before. Suddenly their body temperature keeps getting colder everyday, they dont have any blush on their cheeks and sometimes their hearing dont even work 😭 the characters eventually found out smth is wrong and thats when you confess you died ever since you fought with that supernatural but your body is still functioning (lets leave the reason on how exactly does that work) You dont know how much longer you can last until the seconds drain out (the r in reader stands for rip)

Thank u for writing my request again and you don't have to do it if u want to

HIII YES OF COURSEE IM SORRY IM LATE IVE BEEN BUSY MOVING AND IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT WRITING MHAAA! I hope this is good!

Finding out their S/O is dead

ft. Akane Aoi, Teru minamoto and Yashiro nene

Teru

- Teru realized something was wrong 2 days after.

- He realized that even if he complimented you or flirted with you, you would act all blushy blushy but… your face wouldn’t show any color.

- One day you told him that you wanted to speak with him

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- “What?..” Teru couldn’t believe what he was hearing right now

- His beloved partner..is dead?..

- No this can’t be real he probably just imaged it

- For a while he just continues to stare at you in not only shock but with disappointment as well.

- Teru dislikes the supernatural and when he finds out that his s/o is one, he doesn’t know how to handle it.

- “Teru I’m sorry… If been meaning to tell you after that day..” you confess as you start tearing up “The day we fought that supernatural I died, and I didn’t know how to tell you so I kept quiet..”

- Teru just continued to stare, eventually he just turns around and walks away

- After that day you avoided him, you couldn’t stand yourself for what you did so instead you just hid yourself from not only Teru, but your friends as well..

Akane

- I feel like he discovered you were dead when you guys were eating lunch

- The reason being is because I feel like Akane likes spice and when he fed you something spicy

- You didn’t turn red even if you were fanning your face

- But a few days later you dragged him into the janitors closet and told him

- Even though he knew, he felt really guilty because he felt like he was supposed to be your knight and shining armour

- You kept telling him that it wasn’t his fault but he just sobbed his eyes out as he held you repeatedly apologizing

- “I’m so sorry S/O I truly am my love..” “Akane it’s not your fault..” you tell him

- Akane doesn’t care if you’re dead or not, he loves you anyway and he’ll continue to protect you even if you’re dead or alive.

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- “I love you S/O, no matter what I’ll always love you. Even if I have to sacrifice my life for you.”

Yashiro

- After the fight she ran to you to hug you

- That’s when she realized that you were cold.

- In fact you were TOO cold, cold like Hanako

- And that’s when she realized that you were dead

- “S/O…You’re dead aren’t you?..”

- “Im sorry Yashiro…I dead during the fight..”

- You say as you start crying as you fell to your knees wiping your tears

- Since Yashiro was used to hanging out with the dead, she wasn’t disappointed that you were a supernatural

- She was just upset that she couldn’t save you

- of course Yashiro still treated you like you were a human, she still loved you and didn’t care what you were

- What mattered to her was that you were still with her (and that you loved her daikon legs).

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- “ I love you S/O no matter what!”

I HOPE THIS WAS GOODDDDD IM SORRY IF IT WASNTTTTTT! *sobs*

Note: Every character is 18+

[plxviofiles]

I'll take care (of you)

#wanda maximoff x fem!spiderman!reader, extreme fluff <3

WARNINGS: a few suggestive jokes, swearing, mentions of a bad injury, I'm alive 😨

→ spending time with your girlfriend proves to be harder than you think. stairs and obnoxious brothers are truly so unnecessary.

! word count: 1.6K

A/N: omg...I'm.....alive. WOW. ANYWAYS this was requested! my motivation and energy has been on the low, so I'm working on my requests and my ideas slowly. I literally just spent the whole of today playing 'just dance' so u can imagine what's going on in my mind rn it's just white noise <3. I watched the sound of music and I love it, it's my childhood, so don't question my music choices. I kinda forgot what else I referenced, I gotta go, and this wasn't nearly proofread enough (I'm sorry 😭), so on that note...enjoy! also forgot to mention that r's personality is based on andrew's peter but r has tobey's natural wrist webs ✌

you brushed away the stray strands of hair that covered your eyesight and huffed as you run up to your girlfriend's apartment.

you look around catiously before using your webs to pull you up bit by bit using the fire escape, feeling your body's energy declining with each swing and pull.

but this was for her. you'd do anything for her, no matter what the cost, be it your energy, or even your life.

expelling those thoughts from your mind, you cringe when you realise that the room you arrived at was the girl's twin and not herself.

you scrambled when you noticed your mask was in view from your bag, and you knocked gingerly on the windowsill, waiting nervously in succession.

"pietro? pietro?" you whispered loudly, knocking louder on the windowsill more and more the next few knocks.

the blond troublemaker opened the window with a confused face turning to a teasing one quickly, “sestra? Is that you?”

"of course, it's me!" you shouted quietly at him.

pietro crossed his arms, "prove it."

you checked to see if he was being for real, and you snickered, stabbing your fingers in the air like you were playing a keyboard, deciding to quote yours and his favorite vine, "is there anything better than pussy? yes! a really good book."

pietro tried not to laugh and he pretended to inspect you, clearing his throat, "gay, nerdy, funny, and absurd. IT IS YOU!"

you rolled your eyes playfully at the boy, fingers digging into your backpack as you throw a can of soda to him, " 'sestra' - stop calling me that. also, no telling on me okay? where's wanda?"

pietro feigned a dramatic gasp, looking at the soda can with appreciation at the same time, "you think I can be bribed so easily with a soda? and, I thought you were here to see me? damn, I should've known you're only my best friend because you like my sister."

you scoffed at his words, lifting up a toy lightsaber he had and swinging it around for fun, meanwhile stealing one of the nuggets that lay in a plate on his desk, "how much?"

pietro grinned, "a hundred."

you narrowed your eyes, "twenty."

pietro shook his head, "forty. last offer."

you hesitated for a second before reaching for your wallet, grumbling quietly as pietro chuckled, pressing forty dollars onto his hand, "there goes tomorrow's breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

"don't be so dramatic," he teased lightheartedly, sneaking the money back into your bag when you turned around, touching random lights he hung around his room. he just loved being a pain in the ass.

"so...now that you have your money," you said, clasping your hands together, "can I know where wanda is now?"

"well..."

"PIETRO!"

"fine!" he raised his arms in surrender, gesturing wildly and flopping onto his bed, putting his hands behind his head, "she's in her room."

you blinked and grabbed a pillow, being careful of your strength and swatting him with it.

"OW!" he covered his head with his arms, jerking whenever you hit him, "what's this attack for?"

"you could've just told me she was in her room," you put the pillow down, satisfied, "in the first place!"

"I'm sorry," he winked annoyingly, "didn't cross my mind."

"what's wrong with your eye?" you teased him, laughing under your breath and exiting the room when you heard an offended 'hey!'

you looked up and down the hallway and tiptoed to wanda's room, shimmying along the walls like you were a secret agent. (which, technically, you were...minus the agent)

"what are you doing?"

your girlfriend's amused words rung with her accent and scared you out of your wits, and you yelped, clutching your shirt.

"god, angel, you scared me," you whined, walking up to wanda and pouting.

"sorry," she had the decency to appear sheepish about the scare, combing your hair back with her silky hands and placing a kiss on your jawline, "hello, my love. how did you get up here without using the front door?"

she was already aware of your little shenanigans with pietro, since she could probably hear the both of you from miles away if she had to.

you blushed instantly at her touch and wanda laughed, a bright and lively sound.

you bit your lip nervously, "fire escape."

wanda nodded, pretending as though she believed you, "mhm, twenty flights of stairs? without getting bored or tired and giving up halfway?"

you nodded vigorously, "yes, yes, and yes, twenty."

you shifted in your space, not maintaining the eye contact.

wanda raised an eyebrow at you, and you almost melt into the ground, groaning, "okay, okay, you know how I got up here!"

she laughed once more, and you shield your face with your hands, peeking at her face.

a loud yawn is heard from the living room and you freeze in your tracks, not noticing wanda creeping into her room, and she dragged you in, stumbling after her.

"that was close," you stated the obvious and wanda shook her head at your words, pulling the clip that was binding the curtains and letting it drape on her window, "welcome to my humble abode."

you looked around the room cautiously, as if anything could jump at you at any second (a result of the multiple times your spider senses went off, you suppose), running your fingers along the bed frame she had. her room's color palette literally just consisted of red and black.

you stopped in front of wanda, suddenly realising that she was watching you with a smile, and you looked away, a pink flush making itself known on your features, "rings....flashing lights....uh.....funkos."

wanda cackled at your awkwardness, and you grinned at her laugh. she always called it ugly, but you found it more adorable than anything else.

"okay, okay, look I have a magic trick," you alerted your girlfriend who waved her hand for you to continue, "watch me."

you webbed the closest thing to the top of your bag and whipped it out from your bag.

wanda covered her mouth, her body shaking from her laughter. it was your spider mask that came out.

"yeah...definitely not that," you joked, throwing it behind you and webbing the top of your bag again, and whipping it out.

wanda's face lightened up and she basically jumped up. it was a bouquet of flowers that were....very....beaten up.

wanda gave you a knowing look, but took the flowers and smelled them, a warm smile shining at you.

"they were- they were..nice. I promise they were," you reasoned, mentally slapping yourself for not taking better care of them.

"no, no, I love them," wanda genuinely squealed, kissing the corner of your lips, "thank you. truly."

she moved to hug you and you accepted it joyfully before suddenly wincing painfully, "OW! fuck."

wanda pulled back with a surprised expression, apologising profusely and you shook your head, "don't worry, wands, it's my fault."

wanda's expression became firm, "show me."

"wanda, I-"

"please."

you slowly and reluctantly lifted your shirt, showing a very horrible gash wound, wanda's heightened breathing could be detected.

"I- I'm okay, I'm fine. I'll disinfect it, bandage it up later, it's no big deal," you reassured her.

she warily touched the gash with a gentleness that was only familiar to you because of her. you shivered at the contact.

"you need to be more careful spidergirl," wanda softly whispered, fingers dancing from the gash to around your neck, "there's only one of you."

"I know," you mumbled dazedly as she repeatedly placed quick kisses on your lips.

"you are eighteen going on nineteen," wanda sung a song from your favorite musical, only with different lyrics, and you smiled lovingly at your lover, "baby, it's time to think."

"better beware, be canny and careful, baby, you're on the brink," your hands mould easily into hers and she guided you into a slow waltz.

even though no music was playing, wanda's voice entranced you, your movements romantic and slow.

"you need someone, older and wiser, telling you what to do," wanda's words caused you to chuckle, burying your face into her shoulder.

"I am nineteen going on twenty, I'll take care of you," you lifted your face and wanda leaned her forehead on yours affectionately.

"totally unprepared am I, to face a world of woes," you caroled, "I need someone older and wiser, to tell me what to do."

wanda giggled endearingly, and you finished the song with a soft melody, "you are nineteen going on twenty, can you take care of me?"

wanda's nose bumped against your own, and you sighed fondly, "I'd love to."

"good, you're the only thing keeping me alive," you muttered, her arms wrapping around you securely before capturing your lips in a intimate and satyric manner, causing you to relax in her embrace.

"you're- you're good at that," you vocalized, making wanda snap out of her trance and giggle, "god, you're adorable."

"really? I know a list of people who would object," you chortled, kissing her knuckes languidly.

wanda exhaled laggardly, "well, those people certaintly haven't met my y/n."

"my?" you teased and it was time for wanda to blush, "shut up."

"oh, but you love my silver tongue," you bantered further, and she scoffed pushing your face away, "you're incorrigible."

"I'm glad you're aware," you used your webs to grab the towel you kept in her closet for whenever you came over, "can I stay at yours tonight?"

wanda grinned, "I wasn't going to let you go home anyway."

"you're hopeless," you widened your eyes jokingly, and wanda stuck her tongue at you, "go shower, stinky."

"ouch, that hurt," you said, pressing a hand on your heart, "right here."

wanda used her powers to slap a pillow onto your face and you quickly ran into the bathroom, slamming the door, "calm down, witchy!"

wanda stared at the door with a fondness, eyes shut tightly.

"how lucky am I to have you around, my awkward, loveable, friendly neighbourhood spider-woman."

[delcakoo]

HI EMSSS IM BACK, WE HAVE CLASSES AGAIN NO😭😭 ISTG I HATE WEEKENDS CAUSE LITERALLY ITS NOT ENOUGH AND THE NEXT THING YOU KNOW IT, YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP AND GO TO SCHOOL. so pissed on why weekends is only a few days. but anyway I badly wanted to request a jungwon!fem scenario where in jungwon notices yn third wheeling to her trio friendship almost everyday and like he notices how distant they are to yn and how they don't include her that much, and that jungwon knows yn is enduring it and not asking help because she's afraid of problems happening because of her and losing the ONLY friends she has. IDK IF THAT MADE SENSE BUT I HOPE IT DID. I put too much details sorry, I have no idea if you reqs are still open so if it isn't that's okay too bb. <33

anyway, so far no ones ruining my day. OH WAIT EMS HOW DO U DROP A FRIEND? LITERALLY I HAVE HAD THIS PROBLEM FOR MORE THAN A YEAR. I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO KICK A "FRIEND" OUT OF MY LIFE. they said if they really want to talk to you they would, BUT THAT IS JUST COMPLETE BS CAUSE LITERALLY THEIR EXCUSE IS: "Oh we don't have to talk, our friendship is too healthy. so even after a few months and we talk like nothing happened then we're okay!🥰" literally, and guess what. I'm in a trio. haha it's pretty obvious that the request i made is about me hahaha😔😔

-m💙

HI MOOONIEEE BRUH IKR. SUNDAYS ARE FR THE WORST MANNN, WE CSN DO IT THO!! IM SORRY TO BE USELESS BUT I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO DROP A FRIEND EITHER.. ESP AT SCHOOL LIKE UR ALWAYS GONNA SEE THEM ITS VV HARD 😭

BUT BUT OOOOO, OMG OK HEAR ME OUT MY BRAIN HAS THOUGHT OF THIS ON THE SPOT.

JUNGWON AS LIKE A SUPER SOUGHT AFTER JOCK THAT EVERYONE SWOONS OVER BUT HE’S VERY STRICT WITH WHO HES FRIENDS WITH AND ALWAYS JUST POLITELY TURNS PPL DOWN AND AWKWARDLY RUNS OFF AT EVERY CONFESSION. but then one day he begins to notice you around school and how badly you’re third wheeling your two friends (i assume ur friends r dating or smthn?) EITHER WAY LIKE YEAH HE NOTICES HOW THEY’RE KINDA LEAVING YOU OUT (bro doesnt even know your name yet but he feels so bad for you).

so then one day he suddenly goes up to you at your locker and just. “hey, wanna be my girlfriend?” AND YOU JUST CHOKENEJNDKJ THEN HE CHOKES TOO AND HES LIKE. “that came out rlly wrong- okay i meant do you want to fake date to get back at your friends and give them a taste of their own medicine cuz like- it looked like you needed help and stuff but like u totalyl dont have to i sound rlly stupid rn but-”

SO YOURE JUST LIKE. WHO TF R U. okay but this is a great idea and you’re hot as fuck so lets do it THEN THE NEXT DAY UR FRIENDS SEES U TWO TOGTHER AND JUST 😁😃😯😧😱😱😱😱😱 AND SO U KEEP UP THIS FAKE DATING ACT BEING RLLY MUSHY WITH JUNGWON STRAIGHT UP SMOOCHING AND CUDDLING IN FRONT OF THEM but then you slowly begin to realise that YOURE ACTUALLY FALLING FOR HIM AND YOU’RE LIKE fuck this cold mysterious sport boy would never like me back wtf but LITTle do you know jungwons heart is going boom boom TOO and is quietly mourning abiut the fact that the only time he’s allowed to kiss you is in front of THOSE TWO ASSHOLES. ANDHFJFN EVENTUALLY UR FRIEND NOTICES SMTHNS UP AND ASKS WTF IS GOING ON WITH YOU AND YOU JUST BREAK AND TELL HER EVERYHTING AND SO SHE HELPS U COnfesS TO JUNGWON FOR REAL THIS TIME AND THEN HAPPILY EVER AFTR WOOOOOO

i. i jsut came up with all of that on the spot LMFOAOO THATS WHY ITS SO BAD IM SORRYRHFH but i promise moonie if i have time i’ll write this for real JSHDJDN THANK U FOR THE REQ 😭💗💗 💘💜💘