#he lives in the appartment right above your

[sillyunknownkitkat]

Could you write Nikolai and price hcs with a gn!reader whose taller then them

Nikolai and Price with a taller gn! Reader

Tw: swearing from the author

NIKOLAI (???) :

This man doesn't really care as long as you're not like, crazy tall.

I mean, yeah, he might throw some jokes here and there, but that's pretty much it.

Though, I don't know where that headcanon comes from, but Nikolai has a makeshift appartement above his garage. It's a bit wonky and all, but it's home.

So, assuming you live with him, he definitely uses your height to his advantage.

Like, he'd be a little shit and will ask you to get thing from the higher shelves (even though he can reach them very well by himself..)

He would get a little upset if you ever talk down to yourself because of your height. Or anything in that matter, actually.

Stop saying awful thing about the love of his life. He'll kick your butt with a ton of little pecks all over your face.

And oh my God, if you're not insecure at all and actually embrace your height???

He's head over heels for you! Go, girl/man/person(?) !

He's supporting you all.the.way. and I really mean it.

I don't have much more to say, honestly. Both Price and him are gentle(ish?), kinda lovers.

JOHN 'BRAVO SIX' PRICE :

So, you could maybe get a little reaction out of Nikolai, but Price? Nope.

He has seen it all. Or at least, almost all.

Though, he understands that being taller than most people can be an insecurity of yours.

I don't think I'll ever be able to say it enough but listen.

Praise, praise, praise.

That's right. This man loves to praise you, and why wouldn't he? To him, you're the most amazing being that whatever is up there has ever created.

Same as Nikolai here, if you're actually embracing your height instead of being insecure

He's all for it.

Like, maybe someone said a mean-ish comment about your height??

"That's just a thing that makes them even more beautiful. Ain't that right, ___?" "Affirmative, sir."

Totally not just took Alex and Price dialog, not at all...

Hi! Sorry you had to wait this long for that...

Life is kinda hard on me right now so huh, yeah.

Love y'all. Have a good day/night and be safe <3

[here-to-read-and-write]

Daredevil

xmale!reader

summary: - (M/N) : "Matt Murdock isn't the daredevil, and I can prove that!"

Inspired by a post from pinterest

warnings :Fluff, mention of hickeys, hint of sex, matt murdock x male! reader

I'm not satisfied with this but here you go!

You were sitting alone in a cozy looking coffee, a cup of hot choclate in your hands. You were waiting for one pn your friends, they were suppose to meet you today, an hour ago, but their work seem to hold them.

You didn't mind, you were actually enjoying the normality, which had been robbed from you, the day you decided to help the vigilante of Hell's kitchen.

At that time you were new to the place, and it happened the night you moved in. You were reading your book on the sofa, when you heard something. A loud sound scaring the living out of you.

Thinking it was some thief, you reach for your gun. If you remember right, your friend who used to live here, had warned you about Hell's kitchen. He told you this place was full of criminals, all type of them.

Seeing as there was no other sound, you decided to check. You walked down the stairs. Very cautionsly, you looked left and right and to your suprise you saw a man, wearing all black passe out next to your neibhood door, and there was a small similar to rust, which meant only one thing, Blood.

You put your gun in your pocket, and slowly walked to the man who breathed heavely(You supected it was from blood lost), but soon as sat next to him your guard went up , you could heard someone scream, and you could guess from what you catch them saying, they were looking for someone. Putting two and two together you knew they were talking about this passe out man.

Without hesitation you cared him princess style, taking him inside your small appartment , and patched him up. It wasn't hard, since you used to work in the hospital, helping your mother around.

The next day, he woke you up with a punsh in the face. Which didn't ended good for him.

How dare he push you in the face after you helped him from been caugh from the bad guys, putting your life in danger.

After calming him down ,with one hand caging his hands above his head, the other holding his thight to stop him from thrashing around, while setting on his lap. You calmily explain what happened, as calm as someone can be in this situation. He didn't trust you entirely, until he listened to the beating of your heart.

You didn't let leave until he was complitly healed, which scared the living shit of his friends, but you did care , no. You had a patient in your hand, a vigilant on top of that, and you knew one thing about vigilant, is that they never give themselve propore rest.

The time he stayed in your house, you both become friend, closer than he liked to admit. Which soon turned into something beautiful, yet he didn't ask you for a date almsot a year later.

You can blame it on Matt's trust issues, and his past relationships, but you weren't like them, Matt knew that. You were an angel send from above, his angel. That loves him, and ready to stand between him and the bullet if they have to, a thing he doesn't a prove to, but still greatfull about.

_(M/N)!!

A voice cut your train of thought, and you looked up to see your friend. They were a beautifull , yet you never found yourself attracted to them.

_Do you know how many times I had been calling for you!

She huffed, making you let out a small laugh as you put your now cold cup down.

_Sorry I was lost in my mind.

_ So??

You titled your head confused.

_So?

_Did you find evidence that Matt Murdock is the daredevil.

Yes, you thought. The evidence been your eyes, and the hickeys on your body, espacially your chest. Man was he obessed with your chest.

So yes, you knew who the Daredevil was, but you aren't going to tell. You rather die with two bullets in the head, before you betrayed his trust. The trust he had fought his brain for, to finally be put in your hands.

_ I found more evidence that he was not daredevil!

You didn't let her comment, before you keep talking.

_First one, it's illegal, and I'm pretty sure as a lawyer (you insisted on the word lawyer) Matt would already knew that.

Her expression change in to a thinking one, and you had to stop a smile. Your plan was working.

_ The second reason, Murdock is a catholic ,from what I found, his a religious man, so he can't be vigilantes. It's writting in the bible.

_ Daredevil hocked up with frank Castle, and Matt Mudrock would never do that, he already in a relationship with me.

Frank Castle, you blushed as you remembered the man. Matt and you were drunk one night and in the middle of hooking up, the same night Frank Castle had crushed in "red's" house, and one lead to another. In conclusion, you fucked both of them, and you don't regret that.

_ the last reason is, the man is blind. Which will make it hard for him to move around, without any assistance. How would a blind guy fight a criminal with a freaking gun..hmm?

You raised an deyebrow, watching their expression change to disappointed as they crossed the name of your boyfriend out of their list, and you felt releive wash over you, with a little of guilty , they were putting so much efford in finding out who Daredevil was, and you wondered why?

They whispered a small thank you , before taking a step ourside. Head held down, you wanted to confort them but you knew them better than anyone else, they were going to be fine, and you right. Just a second later, they raised their head high, eyes shining bright, it was funny.

_Thank you.

A voice spoke from behind, almost making you jump of of your place. Snapping your head, you found your boyfriend smirking. Speaking of the devil.

_Matt, stop scaring me, like that.

Your hands were on your heart as an attempt to calm it down, before the said man stole one of them to give a small kiss on your palm, and you coudln't find in your heart to stay mad at him, how could you when he looked so innocent and cute like that, he was lucky you both in public, all your unholy thought would have become reality.

Matt let out an amused laugh, who would have thought, you were perv, but he still loved you.

[marunalu]

Are we absolutely sure Izuku isn't some kind of failed experiment of AFO's? As in he only had Izuku so he could see if he could have a kid who inherits his quirk. Do we have undeniable proof he cares about him?

Do we have undeniable proof for that yet? No of course not! But try to look at your question from my perspective: if izuku is nothing more then a failed experiment afo dumbed after he was declared quirkless, then WHY is he STILL financially supporting inko and izuku?? No matter if hisashi is afo or not, he DOES send HIS money to his wife and son! He may not live with them right now (and we still have absolutely no idea for HOW long hisashi has been away), but he makes sure that his family gets all the financial support they need to have a comfortable life in a very big appartment (HE pays for) in the center of a large city, that they have a lot of food and on top for izuku able to buy his all might merch, the MOST expensive hero merch in japan!

So you see if hisashi is afo, then afo does all of the above I've just written. Supporting his family with HIS money, he needs for HIS nomou projects and other villain activeties (in vigilantes it was mentioned that afos minions have strict orders how much of his money they are allowed to use for crime activeties, so afo DOES make sure that his money is not waisted or used for something unnecessary) and I think we can all agree that afo wouldnt waist his money for a "failed experiment" from many years ago. If inko was nothing more then a birthing machine who "failed him", he wouldnt have married her and more importantly STILL IS married to her, he wouldnt give her and izuku financial support and he wouldnt be so pissed off about the fact that he has to fight izuku at one point, the only ofa user since yoichi who makes him hesitate in his actions, instead for going right for the kill!

[just-a-giiirl]

No judgement please, I just need to get it out of me, because it'll help me in my grieving process.

Also English isn't my native language.

So picture this,

You're a lesbian.

The girl you have fallen in love with and are going out with suddenly tells you she feels more towards the masculine side and leaning in a more non-binary identity.

You think okay I can roll with that, I love them, it's not like they're going to become a man, right?

Right...

Fast foward three months later they tell you, yo call me he now. Okay so he starts to dress more masculine, he chopped off all of his hair and tried to kill himself 4 times this semester. He is telling you that you're the reason he is still alive and that he wants to get better. But he doesn't feel good in his body the dysphoria is really kicking in, it's unbearable.

Okay, I'll support him because he is in a really bad place mentally and I don't want him to off himself, I want him to get better but I don't want to be with a man, maybe I should sort out my feelings. And BAM he tells you that he can't live without you and if you would leave him he would hurt himself very badly. And that he thinks he is a transgender man.

SHIT WHAT DO I DO?

You talk to your bestie. She tells you okay maybe because he is in a very bad place mentally that's why he feels more masculine and wants to "flee" his body. Maybe when he'll get better it'll be a different story. Or maybe it won't. Mayve he is a transgender man and that won't work for you as it isn't what you're looking for in life. You have to do what your heart tells you to do.

BABE, my heart is as delusional as my cat jumping off of the fourth floor onto my mother's bloody car. IT'S WON'T MAKE THE GOOD DECISION FOR MY SANITY.

Fastfoward 5 months, your bestie was fucking right, she a genius. Your girlfirend has got better, she's not suiciadal anymore, she has stopped harming herself and she confesses to you that she actually is a cisgender woman.

Dang you're happy ! A wonderfull month goes by. But then your brain catches up with you.

Darling have you been able to process the past year and a half emotionally ?? I don't think so.

So that's what I do, now that I am in a relationship in which I can now be supported and more confident, I confess to my girlfirend that I wasn't very happy this past year because as she wasn't doing good mentally I had to care for her and ignore my needs, I only focused on her and when she thought she was a boy I wasn't confortable at all because boys disgust me. But now I feel so much better and I am so happy to be with her.

She takes it badly, very badly.

She thought that I was disgusted by HER. But she didn't speak about it to me.

NO, she spoke about it with her new friend from University. Said friend told her I was a manipulative misandrist transphobic cunt.

Okay.

My girlfriend calls me. She is making allusions to a possible break up. I'm like what the fuck are you talking about are you okay?

No I'm not.

Okay do you want me to take the bus and come to your appartement ?

Yes.

Okay.

I go, she explains to me I hurt her. I apologise, I acknowledge that I hurt her, but I explain to her that I wanted to be honest with her, because that's basic respect. And that it wasn't HER that disgusted me but being with a man did. And that I stayed only because I loved who SHE WAS AS A PERSON, HER PERSONALITY!

She says okay let's restart from zero.

By the way in the midst of it she had shown her nudes to the above-mentioned friend 🤡.

I go okay let's restart from zéro.

A week passes everything is good.

It is the week-end we're both back to our parents' places. She sends me a text saying that I deserve someone better than her and that she is breaking up with me. I'm crying like I have never cried before. I call her, she declines my calls. She eventually picks up, I ask her why ? She is not answering my question. I ask her if she wants me to drive to her place so we can speak face to face.

She agrees.

I drive.

I get there. She apologises like never before. She hysterically says that she wants to be with me. I'm like hold on girl what the fuck. Why did you do that for ???

She tells me she is still wounded from what I had told her.

I go Okay, I understand that I was too straightfoward. I understand that I hurt you. I apologised. Now you have to know if you'll be able to forgive me and get pass this because I am not and elastic on which you can pull as much as you want. This is the second time you hysterically say via-phone that you want to break up and then you say no it is all fine.

I am not a emotional pet.

She says I'll be able to forgive you I want to continue life with you.

Okay, I ask her if we're good, if there's is something else she needs to tell me.

She says no.

I ask again are we good. She says yes.

Little did I fucking know, we weren't.

After spending the night with me a few weeks later. After puting her hands on me. The next day she breaks up with me via- a text message saying that she is soffucating and that she needs to restart her life anew without me, and that she was contemplating this idea for quite some time.

Bitch. Why didn't you say so? Why were you the one asking from the very beginning to restart from zero? Why did you sleep with me that night if you already knew you wanted to break up with me ?

At least now I am better off without her.

But god it hurts.

Don't play with people's feeling be true to yourself if you don't feel something speak about it. Always speak, kindly, calmy and politely of course.

But be communicative. Please.

[ss-wingman]

The Intruder

I have been writing this thing on and off for the last year and a half. Formaggio x Reader Fic that has been on the backburner for a long time, that I had mentioned wanting to write once.

Summary: Mistaking your apartment for another, an unwanted guest somehow gets into your apartment, ruining your plans for the night.

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You let out a heavy sigh as you pushed the door to your apartment open. Finally. The day was almost over. Work had been tiring, traffic was a nightmare... even the two little grocery bags were starting to feel heavy. But, you were finally home. As soon as you put the groceries a way, you'd intended to wash off the stress of the day, slip into something comfortable and enjoy some dinner and a movie with your beloved cat curled in her usual spot on the arm of your couch.

The thought alone was enough to put a smile on your face, but the sound of clattering coming from your kitchen followed by a muffled voice quickly wiped it away. In a quick moment of panic, you'd accidentally dropped your groceries in a vain attempt to stop the door behind you from slamming shut, alerting the intruder to your presence.

An unfamiliar red head peered out from behind the kitchen, a confused and slightly out-of-it look on his face.

On instinct, you reached for the mace you'd kept on your person and aimed it straight for the intruder. “Who are you and how the hell did you get in my house?” You demanded in as stern a voice as you could muster while your free handed searched for your phone. “I'm calling the police if you don't answer me!”

“What- Melone didn't tell me he moved.”

Your question seemed to go right over this stranger's head, but the name he spoke rang a bell; Melone, your neighbor from the floor just about yours. Less panicked now, you could faintly make out the quickly fading hint of alcohol in the area and the slightest tint of pink on his cheeks. The dots connected quickly. You relaxed just a bit, but didn't lower the spray.

“I- think you have the wrong apartment, sir.”

“I do?”

“You do.”

He moved to get a little closer, but you stopped him. “Don't make any sudden movements! I'm going to make a quick call and you are going to stay right there.”

The man nodded and muttered out an OK, before doing the exact opposite of what you'd ordered as he began to follow around your cat, who'd come to investigate all of the commotion. You were tempted to stop him, but if that was the worse he was going to do for now, you could handle it.

You dialed in the number Melone had given you just in case you ever needed his “company”. You hadn't taken him up on the offer – he wasn't exactly your type – but you did keep it for... well, you guessed emergencies like this.

“Pronto, you got Melone.”

“Hey there, Melone, it's [Y/N]. From downstairs.”

“[Y/N]? Now, isn't this a pleasant surprise. I was getting worried you'd never call. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I think one of your friends is here looking for you.” You didn't miss the disappointed huff from his end, but you chose to ignore it. “Shaved, red hair? Probably piss drunk, right now?”

“That's him.”

“Formaggio. So that's where he snuck off to.”

“Do I want to know the story behind this?”

“I was supposed to go pick him up from the bar. But I guess he went over to my place, instead. Or tried to. At least he made it to the right building.”

“Yes, good for him. Can you come get him? I don't exactly want a drunk stranger in my house.”

“Don't worry, he's harmless and I'm not too far away. Just keep an eye on him so he doesn't wander off and I'll be right there.”

You glanced over at Formaggio, once again in the kitchen, this time trying to coax your cat down from her spot on top of the fridge. “Come here, sweetie, just one pat.”

You knew you had no reason to say yes and you could probably just leave him to wait outside Melone's door, but that would be cruel.

“Half an hour, got it?”

“Ah, grazie, [Y/N]. I promise I won't be long.”

“You know you owe me for this, right?”

“Don't worry that, I'm sure we can work something out.”

And with that, you hung up on him, leaving you with a choice: either kick this intruder, Formaggio, out despite your promise and enjoy the rest of your night or spend the next half hour or so essentially babysitting. Against any and all better judgment you gave in, resigning yourself to your fate.

'Always have to be the nice one, don't you?'

You bent down to pick up the remnants of your groceries. Luckily only a few things had spilled but the bags themselves were still somewhat in tact. You walked to the kitchen and set them down onto the counter.

“Hey... um, Formaggio, right?”

He turned over to you at the call of his name. In his distraction, your cat managed to escape. He tried to give chase, again but you blocked him, finally getting his full attention.

“Leave her, please. You're lucky I had her claws filed.” You let out an annoyed huff. “All right, listen. Melone is going to be here in a little while to pick you up. So, for now, you're going to be here, ok?”

Formaggio thought over the situation for only a moment before smiling and leaning a little closer to you. “No problem with me. Who would I be to complain about getting to spend the night with a cutie like you?”

You stopped his arm before he could sling it around your shoulder. “I will mace you, don't temp me.”

With your grip on his arm still firm, you dragged Formaggio into your living room. “Ah, be gentle.”

You didn't respond. You simply sat him down on the end of the couch and took a seat for yourself at the other end. You had no intentions of even trying to relax, now, with your night pretty much ruined. You would rather just wait it out, quietly, until this intruder was gone and you can get back to the night you had planned. You flipped on the TV so there was something on in the background, at least, and let yourself sink into the couch, arms folded.

“Hey now, beautiful, what's with the sour face?” Formaggio asked, scooting closer to you. You didn't even turn to look at him when you responded. “Well, you kind of ruined my whole night.”

Formaggio closed the gap between you, leaning over just slightly. “What if I promise to make it up to you? Tomorrow night if you're free.”

You glared over in his direction, but he only smiled and winked at you.

“Come on, angel, I'm good company.”

You pushed Formaggio away from you. “Arms length or you're out of here.”

The next few minutes were mostly quiet after that, with the two of you on opposite ends of the couch. You kept glancing over at your guest through the corner of your eye, just to make sure he didn't make any sudden movements, but Formaggio was mostly still, sulking in his corner. He seemed to be thinking of something, but what you couldn't tell. Now that you'd had a moment to calm down, you'd took a second to look him over. He was, all things considered, kind of handsome. The kind of guy you could give a second look if you passed him by.

A few more quiet minutes and he turned to you with a curious look on his face.

“Oi, cutie, what's your name?” He spoke up. You turned to him.

“You ask that only now?”

Formaggio shrugged in response, “I mean, if you don't wanna give it, I'm sure I can think of plenty more ways to call you beautiful.”

You fought the blush creeping on your face and turned away from him. You gave him your name under your breath, earning a light chuckle from him.

“Don't act cute; you still, somehow, broke into my house. How did you even do that?”

“What can I say? I'm a man of many talents.”

You rolled your eyes at him in response. “Apparently being humble isn't one of them.”

“Ooh, got me there.” Here laughed. You must've been getting tired because it almost sounded kind of cute when he did.

“Are you always this obnoxious?”

“I'm just being friendly.”

You almost jumped up when you heard a knock at your door.

“All right, where is he?” Melone asked.

“Over there.” You moved from the door way to turn to Formaggio. “Hey, your friend's here. Come on so you can go.”

“Aw. I thought we were bonding.” Formaggio got up from his spot and walked over to you to. You made way to let him out. He was pouting as he walked you by but turned just slightly to wink to you once more before joining Melone's side.

“He wasn't too much trouble, was he?”

You shook your head. “No, it's fine, just... you two go already, all right?” You motioned your hands to shoo them away. “Have fun doing whatever, boys, I have a night to enjoy.”

They both bid you farewell and you retreated back into your home. Well, that certainly was... something.

The following morning, you woke up late to the sound of knocking on your door. Formaggio stood in front of you, a slightly bashful look on his face. “Hey, uh... {y/N], right?”

You leaned against the frame of your door, still tired, but you nod and waited for him to respond.

“I, uh, just came by to say sorry about last night.” He gave you a nervous smile. “Hope I wasn't too much trouble.”

You thought for a second then shook your head. “Don't worry about it. It's... fine.” You yawned. You stretched a bit, eyes closed so you missed the quick glance up and down your body.

“I see you're still tired, so I won't stay long, but I do kinda of remember promising to make up for dinner if you want.”

You looked at the time on your phone then back at Formaggio. A moment of silence before you gave in and answered. “Give me a few minutes to get ready and we can make it breakfast. There's a bar right across the street you can take me to.”

Formaggio instantly perked up. “Take your time; I got all day.”

You motioned for him to follow you in and pointed out his previous spot from the previous night. “Sit there. I'll be right out, OK?” You said before disappearing to the back of your house.

“Can do.” You heard from the living room.

You weren't sure why you agreed; maybe you were just tired or maybe he grew on you. Whatever it was, you felt a bit of excitement start to bubble in your chest. It was probably nothing, you though, but that didn't stop you from smiling or the butterflies in your stomach from fluttering.

“Keep it together. It's not even a date.” You murmured to yourself.

But would you really mind if it was?

[brainlessrot]

Can i request yuuken, jack and leona with a really short s/o? Like 150cm short? And s/o doesnt really mind being that short and doesnt have any insecurities about it

i did this as headcanons, hope you dont mind!!

Contents ;; short! GN! reader, written with romantic intent but can be interpreted as platonic!

Characters ;; Yuuken, Leona, Jack

Twst Boys + Yuuken - Short reader

Yuuken ;;

He doesnt really care about height, and wont even realize that you're much shorter than him, he just views you as a cool person!!

if someone is being mean about your height, he will glare at them from right behind you, and if you defend yourself and stay your ground, he'd be extremely proud!!

aa stated, he doesn't care about your height, but the fact that he can engulf you when he gives you a hug makes him feel warm (and his hugs are GREAT, so you would be in heaven)

will give you a piggy back ride if you ever ask, this man is jacked and will even try to throw you up like a baby if the oportunity ever arises

a gold retriever himbo, if you ever compliment him of how jacked he is, he'll grab you in his arms and spin around, your feet dangling around as he smiles, hes sweaty, but wants to express how happy you make him

if you ever need to grab something off of a high shelf, hes your man! but instead of grabbing it he'll ask if you need him to lift you up

adores resting his arms on your shoulders if youre just standing around, theyre the perfect height to hug you!

if you ever ask him to join him in his kendo training, he'll definetly give you a handmade kendo shinai made so that it'd be perfect for you and easier to handle than a regular one!

Leona ;;

... why?

this man will NOT shut up about your height

playfully calling you shortie, putting things on the shelves you dont reach, putting his chin on you head (or even his arm!) and lifting you "lion-king" style, arms under your armpits while you just... dangle there

appart from his usual "herbivore" nickname, he'll resort to call you "mouse", and if you're being extremely annoying that day "little rat"

will fight anyone that makes fun of you though, however, would very much enjoy you kicking anyones asses, so if youre up for it, he'll even buy popcorn to watch you, and be your biggest hype man

he sometimes may be mean, but hes bever mean-spirited, he very much likes you for who you are, and you are you, so he wouldn't want to change anything from you, even if you sometimes get on his nerves

be prepared to be his body pillow, no matter your size, you will be used for napping.

LOVES being the big spoon, whenever he can, he'll drag you down with him while he's napping so that he can put his arms around you

... he would buy you a baby chair to make fun of you, hes a little shit but hes nice (every blue moon)

mother fucker probably bends down to talk to you

Jack ;;

another one that doesnt really care much about your height

at first he thought you were short because you didn't work out much

but he lived to regret those words

however, he will make a specific work out regime to maximize your body!! no matter how small you are, you should be able to take down anyone that dares look at you wrong, even if he is always there to give a hand

HE LOVES YOUR HANDS, the size difference between yours and his makes his heart all jittery, and if you pet his head, he'll become mush, he doesn't care that he has to bend down!!

another one who loves being a big spoon, generally, being able ro peotect you, even if you're capable yourself, will make him feel fulfilled in life

if youre too tired after working out with him, he'll carry you to your dorm, hes so reliable!

his tail wags so hard whenever you ask him for help to get something from a tall place

picking you up is his favourite thing, and will try to do it anytime, anywhere, however he can, a hug and perhaps standing straight so that your feet are slightly off the ground, raising you so that you can grab that fruit you've been eyeing, putting you on his shoulders so that you'd be able to see above the crowd...

[willowfolksong]

Hi guys! ~ This is my first entry for the #Miyatober2021. I'll be posting the rest of my works here too, and you can also find them on my AO3 profile!

Love,

Willow 🍂

🍂 - Atsumu Miya x Reader

🍁 - SFW

daylight

Atsumu used to believe that loving someone would be like walking through a storm without an umbrella— fighting the wind and watching for the lightnings over his head, always trying not to fly away.

Atsumu used to think that love was difficult. A constant roller coaster of emotions that would have him one day at the top, and then would be plumming him into the void the next.

A fight.

An explosion.

Atsumu used to believe that falling in love was like being only one point away from winning a match, excitement running high, and the screams of the fans in the stands flooding his ears. It would be his turn to serve, and the entire team would turn to look at him, and his heart would threaten to escape his chest as he jumped and hit the ball.

For Atsumu, love was supposed to be burning red.

Until he met you.

Atsumu always wakes up first. Even on his days off, his routine as a volleyball player prevents him from sleeping past 9 am. So, since you decided to move in together, whenever he opens his eyes, you're still sleeping next to him.

Atsumu has always believed that you look adorable when you sleep, even on the days he finds you with your mouth slightly open and a trickle of drool pooling on your pillow. Even when your hair looks like a bird's nest fell on your head. Not being used to waking up next to anyone — you're the first one he decides to spend the night with, the first one he asks to be his girlfriend, the first girl he shares an appartment with. You've always been his first— Atsumu believes that anything you do is adorable.

There's something different this morning tho, when Atsumu opens his eyes, stretches his arms above his head and turns to look at you.

You're glowing , is his first thought.

The morning light envelops you in a soft golden glow, filtering through the curtains that you both forgot to close during the night. You have both hands under your pillow and one leg tangled between his, and your eyelashes flutter over your cheeks when Atsumu leans over you, mesmerized by the light. It's early, much earlier than when he gets up on the weekends. It's only dawn, and now Atsumu can't stop looking at you.

You're beautiful, he thinks as he sits up slowly, leaning his back against the head of the bed, careful not to wake you up. The leg that you had over one of his slides between the sheets, and although you frown, you do nothing but get a little closer to Atsumu, and continue sleeping. He chuckles, and tucks a lock of hair behind your ear.

Here, with you, in the apartment you both share, in the light of a new day, Atsumu realizes three important things.

1- With you, he feels more at peace than he has ever felt before.

2- You're beautiful, and he's hopelessly in love with you.

3- He doesn't  wants to look at someone other than you for the rest of his life.

So Atsumu does what anyone would in his place, after waking up with the love of his life:

He calls his brother.

Osamu answers on the third ring, and Atsumu slowly gets out of bed and tiptoes out into the living room, the phone pressed firmly to his ear.

"Give me one good reason why you're callin' me at this ungodly hour" says Osamu's sleepy voice.

Atsumu runs a hand through his still tousled hair and sighs "I'm in love"

A pause.

Osamu clicks his tongue, and Atsumu can hear him move between the sheets "I sincerely hope that whoever you're in love with is your girlfriend, because I like her more than you and if ya two fight, I'm gonna be takin' her side"

"What?"

"I'm just warnin' ya, stupid 'Tsumu"

Atsumu snorts and flops on the couch, sitting right on top of the tv remote, which instantly flicks on to the movie channel you two were watching until late the night before. A loud scene of a shooting fight echoes throughout the apartment, before Atsumu rushes down to turn down the volume, cursing.

"Hey, did ya call me to ignore me?"

"Sorry, sorry" with the volume turned down, Atsumu falls back on the couch "She's still asleep. I can't make any noise."

"Once again, I hope you're talking about ..."

"Of course I'm talking about my girlfriend, you idiot!"

Osamu chuckles "So you called me to tell me that you're in love with your girlfriend of four years? That's all?" Atsumu groans, and Osamu's chuckle becomes a full laugh "I mean, I knew sha had ya whipped already, but I didn't think it was that bad"

Atsumu pauses to look through the slightly open door of your room. You've turned around, and now he can only see your back. He kind of really wants to go back to bed and cuddle now.

"I don't mean just in love" he tells Osamu "I mean really in love " he stops for a few seconds, waiting for Osamu to say something, but his brother stays silent "Like, in love in love "

"Oh" Osamu finally says "I get ya know"

Atsumu likes to think that he and Osamu have a bond that goes far beyond the fact that they're  twins. They were born twins, but becoming friends was their choice, one they made for themselves, without nature's intervention. Atsumu really likes to think that both he and Osamu understand each other so well, mainly thanks to everything they've experienced together both inside and outside the court, than because of the simple fact of looking identical. He's not surprised when Osamu clears his throat on the other end, and tells him exactly what he was thinking.

"So ... are ya goin' to pop the big question now or what?"

Atsumu takes a deep breath and looks towards the bedroom again. In his eyes, you're still shining, even when the sun is already high enough in the sky. "Yeah ... yeah, I think so" he replies "I mean, I can't imagine wakin' up next to someone else"

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get all sappy on me now" Osamu deadpans, but there's a slight amused undertone on his voice, and when he speaks again, he sounds almost excited "So, what? Gonna go ring huntin' soon then?"

Atsumu grins. He stands up and bites his thumb, suddenly feeling really nervous. He doesn't know if it's butterflies or a stampede of horses, but there's definitely something going on his stomach. "Yeah! And it has to be the best ring in the whole world. It has to be freakin' perfect."

Osamu whistles "Well, ya can afford that now that you're playin' for the MSBY Jackals for sure"

"Are ya goin' to help me buy it?" Atsumu asks, and hears his brother sighing tiredly on the other end.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really"

"Fine" Atsumu laughs, still not believing that he's doing this, but at the same time completely sure that there was always going to end up like this. Maybe he's known since he met you, and finally realized what love really looked like.

"Oh and 'Samu" he says before hanging up "Ya should really hurry up if ya want to win our bet. Seems like I'm goin' straight to that happy life we talked about"

Osamu chuckles and doesn't says anything else, and Atsumu is left standing in the middle of the living room, smiling absentmindedly to the phone and thinking about asking all his teammates to join him and his brother in the hunt for the perfect ring.

You find him like that when you come out of the bedroom a couple of minutes later, wrapped in one of the blankets and with no shoes on.

He huffs when you hug him from behind, burying your face in his back and yawning loudly. "Mornin' babe. Slept well?"

"What are you doing standing along in the middle of our living room?"

Atsumu turns around then, enveloping you in a big bear hug and peppering kisses all over your hair. You laugh and tickle his sides, and he leans back to look intently into your eyes without letting you go.

"Babe" he says, and brushes the tip of his nose against yours "Did ya know I really love ya?"

Atsumu used to believe that love would be burning red.

But now he knows it's golden.

Like daylight.

[turtle-go-brrrr]

Hi, may I please request the bayverse turtles x male reader who likes to wear women’s clothes like skirts and dresses, but because of fear of judgment, he only wears them at home, but then the boys come over to visit one night and see him wearing a dress, and at first the reader almost panics and has a mini heart attack, but then comfort ensues?

My first request 🥺

I was gonna stick to headcanons at first, but I just love this prompt so much! Thank you for requesting ^^ I hope you like it! (Took some IRL experiences from my best friend because he's amazing and wear dresses like a champ uwu)

Handsome

Male! Reader

Requested: Yes

Pairing: None, platonic

Word count: 1090

Triggers: none

Summary: You found the prettiest dress last week and have yet to try it on. You know you look good, but an unexpected visit still makes you doubt yourself.

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You were looking hella fine on this late Saturday evenning.

The dress you found is pretty simple, actually. With short sleeves, a defined waist, falling right above your knees. Kind of a vintage style, but the modern patterns really caught your eye. And when you tried it on? You fell in love. You almost didn’t regret that shopping spree April dragged you on.

But here you were, your cool ass dress on, sitting on your couch waiting for the ordered food to come in. You didn’t actually got out with more feminine clothes on for… well, for obvious reasons, shall we say. But chilling in your own home? Why stop yourself?

The food came in quick, and after tipping the delivery guy, you flopped down on your couch once again, putting on the latest show you promised you were going to watch. You put your food on your lap, drolling at the smell, and started the first episode.

Not even five minutes in, you heard a knock. You pressed pause and checked the door, thinking the delivery guy might have forgotten something. But you hear the knock again, and it comes from your window. And you know exactly who it is.

Oops.

Well, turns out your favorite mutants decided to pay you an unnanounced visit tonight. You scambled around your living room, not knowing if you should tell them to wait while you changed, or if you should open anyway.

They’re your friends. They’re not gonna judge you, dumbass. Just trust them.

Apparently, your late response made them think you were in danger. And apparently, that meant they were going to force your window. Sweet. Your window flew open after a few suspicious clicking sounds, and four very big, very mutated turtles fell right after the other in your living room. Michelangelo was the first to recover and get right back on his feet.

“Dude, are you okay? Why did it take so long?” He said, panicked. He looked at your flustered face, then dragged his eyes up and down shamelessely and stopped.

“What’s that smell ? Did you order without us?” He asked sadly before being shoved aside by Leonardo who took you by the shoulders, inspecting you as if you just got ran over by a truck, Donatello following close behind with his goggles in front of his eyes.

“You’re all being ridiculous, you know that?” You try your best to hide your embarassment, but you’re doing a terrible job. And they can all see it. You wait for the laughs, or the snide comments, even the disapointed tooks on their faces, but after a very uncomfortable silence you hear Raphael speak up.

“Cool dress. You never told us you could look this fine.” He smirks, and for once, he’s not being sarcastic.

“I- uuuh... What?”

“Yeah, c���mon bro. You know we love human fashion. Why do you think we’re always nagging April to show off her best outfits?”

“Mikey, leave him alone. And you should leave April alone, too.”

“But dude, look at him! He’s so handsome in that dress, it’s a crime not to show it off!” Mikey throws his hands in the air in defeat as Leo passes next to you, inspecting the other rooms of your appartment for any sign of danger.

“No one’s there except you guys, Leo. Also, did you break my window? Because I’m not paying for that.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure Donnie can fix -” The resident genius interrupts him with a slap behing the head.

Leo comes back, apparently satisfied with his search, and looks right at you. “Why were you so nervous when we came in if you aren’t in any danger?” You swear his super power is asking just the right questions.

You hesitate. They’re your friends. They trust you, and you know you can trust them.

But being vulnerable isn’t easy.

“Well, um…” You take a deep breath. “Okay, how do I put this ?” You can’t stop fidgeting with your hands. Openning up to your friends was harder than it looked like. “I was, uh, scared ? That you’d judge me. You know, for being a guy in a dress and all ?” Your voice is a lot softer than you’d like, and you can hear it crack. Damn you.

They all stare at you, obvious surprise on their faces. And you feel the heat creeping up your neck ana a cold sweat falling down your spine. Your nerves weren’t in your favor tonight.

“Huh?” You think it comes from Mikey. “Why would we judge you for wering a dress? You rock it, man.” Leo puts a hand on your shoulder and gives it an affectionate squeeze in silent support.

“Hey, as long as you don’t wear crocs like Fearless over here, we’re ain’t gonna judge you, bud.” You’ve never seen Raph look at you so softly before, but it quickly washes away by the side smirk he gives you just before saying : “Besides, you’re hot as hell, man. I’m not complaining.”

Leo groans, Donnie laughs, and Mikey shoves your shoulder playfully.

You laugh too, intense relief washing over you as your anxiety comes down, but you have to ask.

“You don’t think it makes me… Like, less manly or something ?” This time, you intentionally show your concern. You know they don’t but you need to hear it from them.

Raph ruffles your hair and passes an arm around your shoulders, directing you to the couch. “If anything, I’d say it makes you more manly. You wear what you wear and look good doin’ it. It’s all about confidence.” You cling to his arm, the biggest smile on your face.

“Y/N, I studied quantum physics, astrophysics, rocket science, number theory and so much more, and I can now understand all of those concepts perfectly. But gender? What the fuck were you guys thinking when you created those? And why give one to a piece of cloth?” Donnie gives you a playful wink as he takes his – your – place on the couch.

“You sharin’?” Mikey motions at the food on the table, and you give him a fork. You all take place in front of the TV, getting comfortable and you start the episode again.

You almost want to cry. You know they wouldn’t judge you for that either.

[saidrolav]

Laundry virgin

Steve Rogers x gn!reader

Summary: You meet a really sweet guy while doing your laundry.

Warnings: none! pure fluff 🧡

A/N: Hiii! I don't know why i wrote that, just feeling in the mood for some fluff! As always feedback is always appreciated 🥺 Have a good read!

not my gif!

You had a very small appartment. In the middle of Washington D.C. The building wasn't new, you could tell by the walls that were.. questionables. Walls were thins, people had dogs, kids, without lying, you couldn't sleep at all. When it wasn't the big road you were living next to, it was a teen throwing a party just above your head that was keeping you awake. You were tired and today was no difference. You woke up tired after waking up a couple of times during the night. You quickly made yourself something to eat, dressed up then you checked what you had to do for the day. You sighed. Laundry.

As i said in the beginning, small appartment, which meant, no washing machine, which also meant, taking your huge bag of laundry at the laundromat. It wasn't pleasant because you would loose at least one hour of your time without counting the walk to the laundromat. You prepared yourself, putted on your jacket and took your huge bag of laundry, almost falling in the stairs with it. Well today was a shitty day.

When you arrived at the last corridor of your building that lead to the outside you putted your bag of laundry against a wall and putted on your headphones. As soon as you did so you met the eyes of your neighbor, Mr Nakajima. You immediatly flashed him a brilliant smile even though you were exhausted and took back your bag of laundry, then he returned your smirk.

"Hi Mr Nakajima how are you doing today ?" You took off one of your earbud to listen to his answer, still wearing that big grin on your lips.

"I'm doing fine Y/N, thanks for asking. Where are you going with that huge bag ?" He pointed your bag and you gave it a quick glance before focusing your gaze back on your neighbor.

"M'just gonna do the laundry, do you have some? I could take those with me if you want." You arqued an eyebrow with a soft smile.

"No i'm fine! I made a new friend just across my appartment, his name is James, he took my laundry just yesterday!" Your heart melted at the sight of the old man being this happy.

"Already replacing me as i see!" You chuckled. "Okay Mr Nakajima, i'll go, have a great day!" You putted back your earbud on, gave him a small wave that he returned quickly and with that, left the building.

You listened to your favourite playist the whole way to the laundromat. When you arrived, your favourite song of Marvin Gaye was playing and a simple smile appeared on your lips. There was not a lot of people in the laundromat and you putted your bag of laundry on a washing maching, waiting no time to start separating the coloured clothes from the white ones.

You still had your headphones and you didn't heard the familiar bell telling you that someone had arrived in the laundromat. You were too focused on separating your clothes and preparing your laundry that you didn't even saw a tall gorgeous blonde walk in.

He joined you at your right and you putted all of your clothes in two different washing machines. You putted your own detergeant in it then paid the two machines. Once they started working you sat down on the closest chair. You tilted your head up and you catched the sight of the man that were not too long ago standing next to you.

He was wearing simple clothes but he still looked stunning. He had a simple white t-shirt with beige trousers. He finally turned around, you met two ocean eyes and you drowned in them. He had short blonde hair and a sharp jaw line, you were so mesmerized by him that you didn't even saw that he catched you staring, a soft pink tinting his cheeks.

You quickly looked away and blushed deeply. You felt him sit next to you and you took your phone to stop the music that was still in your ears. You took off your headphones and gave him a quick glance, your eyes met and he fastly looked away, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable.

As soon as he walked in the laundromat his eyes were on you, he watched you from afar for a couple of seconds before taking all the courage he had to do his laundry next to you. He had never walked in his laundromat, it was his first time, but if he could see you everytime he did his laundry he would always come here. While sorting his clothes he detailled your face, your eyes, your nose and finally your lips which made him blush slightly. He thought you looked like a real angel and he has never been this hypnotized by someone, so when he catched you staring at his back only a couple of minutes earlier, it gave him chills and a tiny bit of hope that you were feeling the same way about him.

He was still feeling your eyes on the back of his head so he turned around, gave to you his ten million dollars smile and extended his hand towards you.

"I'm Steve Rogers." He watched your lips turning into a big grin and it made his heart melt. You took his hand, shook it while looking him in his eyes.

"Y/N L/N." You finally let go his hand. Steve Rogers. You definitly heard that name somewhere but you had no time to think because you had to start a conversation. "I never saw you around here. You're new ?" He laughed slightly while scratching the back of his neck.

"I usually make my laundry at work," you gave him a strange look and he laughed even harder, "I mean, my work place is also where i live, a huge building, but i took an appartment not too long ago." You nodded your head while smiling.

"So you're a laundry virgin ?" You chuckled and he quickly joined in.

"I guess i am," he shrugged, "I used to do laundry back in the days..", he looked afar with a hint of nostalgia and you laughed.

"Back in the days ? Come on it's not like you're one hundred years old." Steve refocused on you and grinned at your comment, oh, if you only knew.

"And, how do you know i'm not ?" He cocked an eyebrow in your direction and you laughed even more.

"Well look at you, no white hair, no wrinkles and you're pretty handsome for an old man don't you think ?" His eyebrows shot up and yours too, your mouth talked before you could think and you became a deep shape of crimson. As you were about to apologize for this akward flirting he laughed out loud and you felt yourself relax a little bit.

"Thanks, for telling me that i'm America's handsomest grandpa." You joined his laugh quickly making your cheeks hurt of how much you smiled this day. Your two laughs died in silence and it was only you and Steve looking at each other with huge smirks plastered on your faces. You gave Steve's lips a quick glance and bit your lower one. The blonde looked at your lip that was caught between your teeth and he thought it was incredibly hot. As Steve was about to approach his lips from yours you were cut by a strident sound telling you that your laundry was over. You mumbled a quick "sorry" before getting up and taking your laundry out of the washing machine.

"Do you need help ?" You heard behind you. You turned around just to be met with Steve which made you smile even though you were quite destabilized by the height of the man in front of you. "I thought you were the laundry virgin here ?" He rolled his eyes as you laughed before starting to help you with your laundry.

"You'll be quite impressed by how experimented i am, actually." He gave you a wink as he grinned. Damn that man knew what he was doing and that conversation was going somewhere you only imagined in your dreams. You didn't realized you had stopped in your tracks until your sweatshirt fell from your hands. You quickly continued your work and took back in your hands the sweatshirt.

The both of you finally putted all of your clothes in your bag and you realized that you had to leave because Steve's laundry was far from ending. He gave you a quick look and you looked at him too, you putted your bag on your shoulder and approached him to give him a quick kiss on his cheek, he blushed. "So this is goodbye then ?" He asked, looking down while playing with his fingers. "I guess so.." You answered softly while giving him a sad smile. "Goodbye Y/N." "Goodbye Rogers."

You got out of the laundromat, feeling terrible at the thought of never meeting Steve again. You tried not to focus on that too much but he was the only thing you could think about. You quickly putted on your headphones to distract yourself, so you didn't heard the blonde running after you and calling your name. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you turned around quickly while taking off your headphones that you uust putted on, you were at like 1km from the laundromat, how did he ran so fast ? He didn't even looked exhausted.

"Steve ?" "Call me." He gave you a piece of paper with a phone number on it and you smiled like you never did before. "Okay i'll do, i promise." As you started walking on the opposite direction that he was you heard him shouting behind you.

"Don't worry if i don't answer! I'm an old man, smartphones are hard!"

part two!

[wandanatfluff]

The Life That's Left To Live - Part I - Take Me Home

Series (This part:) Fluff

Prologue | Part I

Summary series: You’re a little girl when the avengers find you. Natasha becomes kind of a mother to you. Then about 7 years later when you’re 21 you go live with the avengers again for a while, because they need your help with something. The avengers are like a family to you. Wanda is still new to the avengers and doesn’t know what happened in your past. You sleep in Wanda’s room in an extra bed and the two of you become friends. You are a quite happy, social and spontaneous girl, but there’s a sad/depressed side to you that sometimes comes to the surface.

Summary of this part: Natasha calls you with information about your brother and you go to the Avengers compound, where you meet Wanda.

Pairing: Natasha (mother figure/mentor) x Female Reader Wanda (platonic (for now at least)) x Female Reader

Warnings for this part: -

Word count: 2.2 K

A/n: To be honest I think it turned out okay, I spent quite a while on this. Title: Take Me Home, by Chord Overstreet. The fic isn’t directly based or related to the song. The title just fits ;-). The series title is a line from Love Is War, by RUNAGROUND. I hope you enjoy it!

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Absentmindedly you listen to the person in front of you. Some annoying colleague that is going on and on about a something that you would have done wrong. They had been going on for almost ten minutes and by now, you had stopped listening. Your mind drifted off to happy memories. It was something you did quite often. By reliving old memories once in a while, they would become recent in your mind again, which made it easier to go back to them, when you were feeling low. You thought about your younger self on the back of your brother’s bike, your small arms wrapped around his waist, your head pressed against his back. It had been his birthday and he had gotten a new bike. You didn’t like bikes, but when he asked for you to ride along the neighborhood with him, you gave in. Your childhood was filled with a lot of fear, but your brother always seemed to take that away. He was in almost all of your joyful memories. He was your safe place.

Your phone chimed, snapping you back into reality. You excused yourself from the ‘conversation’ and left the room. Once you close the door, you answer your phone.

“I owe you Nat! You saved me!”

“Hey Y/n… What did I save you from?”

“Some colleague, who was being incredibly tedious.”

“Need me to kill anyone?”

“Uhm… No. But what are you calling about?”

“We got new information about your brother and we need your help with it.” You fell silent for a moment at the mention of your brother.

“Oh... What is it?”

“I’m sorry Y/n, I can’t tell you over the phone. You’ll have to come to the compound.”

“Okay… I can do that. I’ll leave tomorrow morning and be there around dinner time?”

“Perfect. See you then.”

After cooking yourself some dinner you went to your room to pack. You dug deep in your closet to find your weekend bag. It had been a while since your last trip. You don’t travel that much. To be honest, you don’t travel at all. Your daily routine leaves just enough time for your daily work-out, some me-time and occasionally a movie. Staying busy avoids overthinking stuff, or well… overthinking more specific things. It took you a while to build up a routine. Have breakfast, work out, drive to the office, do your work, pretend to listen to the gossip from your fellow colleagues during the lunch break. Not that anything about your life is very challenging, but it’s just enough to keep you satisfied and to survive. Every now and then when you have a day off, you go shopping with a friend.

You are quite the cheerful girl. You are spontaneous and kind, people get along with you. You have a few friends, but none really close. The only close friends or family you have, are Nat, Steve, Tony, Clint, Thor and Bruce and you haven’t seen them in the while.

You had to empty your entire closet, but you finally found your white weekend bag with the subtle, pastel flowers pattern. You smile at it. It had been a gift from Nat. You used to have a boring and old grey bag, so she had bought you a new one. After you throw the bag on your bed, you start to fill it with clothes. You had no idea how long you’d be gone, so you packed for five days. Once your bag was fully stuffed you zipped it closed and threw it over your shoulder, making you way back to the living room.

You throw your bag next to the counter and are just about to get yourself some coffee, when the bel rings. You grab your phone and see Natasha standing in front of your door through the camera. Natasha had bought you a doorbell with a camera, to be sure you were as safe as possible when she wasn’t there. Aware of the camera she smiled at you through it. You chuckle at the sight and walk to the door to open it for her. Moments like this remind you of how amazing Natasha is. She had the key to you appartement, but chose not to use it, so she wouldn’t unnecessarily scare you.

“Surpriseee, figured I’d pick you up myself!”

“Hey Nat, come in!”

You take her jacket and hang it on the coat rack.

“How are you doing?”

“Good, actually. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Just coffee, please.”

“Got it.”

You go back to the counter and get yourself and Nat some coffee. You open the fridge and get two pieces of the pie that is left from your graduation ceremony. With two slices of cake and the coffee you go to the living room. You hand Natasha, who has sat down on the couch, her coffee and put the cake on the side table.

“Oehh, is there something to celebrate?”

“Yup… I got a job!”

“Y/n! I am so proud of you. I knew you could do it!” Tears begin to well in Natasha’s eyes and she puts down her coffee to give you a hug. You bury you head in her neck and let out a small sniff. She knew what it meant for you to get your first real job. The small party one of your friends threw had been basic. Everyone had congratulated you, but Natasha was the only one who truly took her time to express her happiness. She was the only one who knew what it meant to you. It had been a long way, a long, long way, but you made it! You did it!

She had been there with Steve when you graduated. She had driven six hours, just because she knew what it would mean to you, having her there. It had been a surprise, she hadn’t told you she was coming, so when you saw her from the stage you had broken down in tears.

You catch up a bit, after which you both go to bed. You turn the sofa into a bed for Natasha so she can sleep on it, but before you rest your eyes, Natasha helps you fill another suitcase with clothing. She laughed at the sight of your single bag and suggested you’d pack another suitcase.

*** After six hours of sleep Natasha wakes you up. You take the time to get out of your bed, you take a shower and put on some make-up. In a pair of light skinny jeans and a lively orange tank top, that complemented you tan, you sit down at the kitchen island. Natasha had made you breakfast and after you finished it, you got in the car. The ride would take about six hours, so before hitting the road, you stopped at the supermarket to get some snacks and drinks for on the way. After three hours you had a pit-stop at the MacDonald’s to get some lunch. You ordered the food via the McDrive and ate it in the car on the parking lot. When the food was finished you hit the road again. You had switched places, meaning Natasha would finish the drive to the compound. Natasha was still sipping from her milkshake in one hand, her other hand on the wheel. You leaned against the door with you head on your arm. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin as you dozed off.

A bump in the road woke you up.

You shot up straight. When you realized there was no danger, you leaned back into you chair, resting you head against the headrest.

“Slept well, princess?” Nat teasingly said.

“Nat!” You stumped her shoulder with your elbow. She grinned, but kept her eyes on the road. A comfortable silence fell and you closed your eyes again, not intending to sleep again though.

“No, but for real. How have you been sleeping?” You knew what she meant. She wanted to know if you still had nightmares. They would still terrorize your nights sometimes. You would wake up sweating and shaking. Wide awake you would sit in the middle of your bed at midnight, tears running down your cheeks.

“Uhm, okay, I guess. Some nights better than others.” She turned her head to look at you, giving you a sweet smile. She laid her hand on your leg, her palm up. You put your hand in hers, giving it a slight squeeze.

“Now we’re talking about sleeping, a few rooms are under renovations, so the rooms are full. You can sleep in Wanda’s room. She has an extra bed on her room.”

“Is she okay with that?”

“I think so.”

“You didn’t ask her!?”

“No, but I’m sure it won’t be a problem.”

“Nat…”

“Just kidding, I told her she would have to share her room with you.”

“And…?”

“She was fine with it.”

*** With your suitcase in your hand, your bag over your shoulder and music in your ears, you enter Wanda’s room. On the right side of the room there’s a king-sized bed with two chairs and a coffee table on the left side of the bed, next to the window that covers the entire back side of the room, providing a view of the trees and water next to the compound. On the left side of the room there is a large wardrobe, a door to the bathroom and in the corner there’s a single bed, parallel to the window. Above the bed there’s a shelf with a plant, some books and a light string. The room wasn’t very decorated, there weren’t many personal items. One wall was painted in a grey tone with a hint of purple and there was a purple bedspread, covering the lower side of Wanda’s bed. On the nightstand was a photo of Wanda, standing next to a boy with white hair. You figured it must be her brother, Natasha had told you about the twins and the tragedy. Apart from the photo and some plants, there was nothing personal in the room.

You walked to the bed you’d be sleeping in and dropped your bags on the floor. You sat down on the bed and with your feet still on the ground you let your back rest on the bed, closing your eyes as you take the time to take in the feeling of home. To be honest you feel more home at the Avengers compound then at your own appartement. After a few minutes you got up from the bed and put on some upbeat music as you start to make the bed.

Singing along to the music cheerfully, you put the duvet in its cover. With both corners of the blanket in your hands you shake the cover over the duvet. With the music in both your ears you didn’t hear someone come in, so when you feel a hand on your shoulder, you are slightly startled. You quickly stop the music and take out your AirPods. You turn around to lay your eyes on a beautiful woman with coper locks flowing over her shoulders.

“You must be Y/n.”

Wanda knew who you were, your name would regularly come up in a conversation. She didn’t know much about you other than your name. You were kind of a mystery to her. She was new to the team and hadn’t personally met you yet. One thing is clear to her, though. No one bothered to mention how gorgeous you were. With a lump in her throat, she looked into your eyes, once you had turned around to face her. The woman that was standing in front of her seemed like a nice, cheerful person. She had a beautiful smile on her face, but there was something in her eyes that showed her happiness hadn’t always been a given. She took her in, her hair up in a high pony tail with curtain bangs accentuating her face, she was wearing an orange tank top, which showed off her tanned skin, on top of light flared jeans and elegant black ankle boots. Jeez, she was beautiful.

“Guilty as charge.” You responded. “It’s my pleasure meeting you…”

Witty too. You reminded her of her brother.

“Wanda.”

“Ah Wanda! Natasha told me so much about you. Nice to finally meet you. Oh, and Natasha said I could sleep here for the time being. Is that okay with you?”

Natasha talked about her? That was a good thing… right? To be honest Wanda was rather intimidated by Natasha. Even though she had been welcomed with open arms into the group, once, you know, she had switched sides, it had been quite hard for her to adjust to the group.

“Yeah, she told me. It’s fine”

“Cool”

“Do you need help with the bed?”

“Oh no, I’m done.”

She noticed the bed was nicely made and saw your weekend bag, half under your bed.

“You can use that dresser if you want, and if you want to hang any of your clothes, you can put them in my closet.”

“Oh thanks!”

“No problem.”

“I was about to start dinner, the rest should be back in an hour.”

“I’ll make sure I’ll be there on time, I wouldn’t want to miss whatever culinary art you intend to make.” You said teasingly.

“Great, I’ll see you in an hour then

[shinypeachkitten]

Steve Harrington - Neighbour

This drabble is based off a dream of mine i had this morning.

Boy, it was goooooood.. Enjoy!

Warnings : mention of smut. Maybe smut? it sure will be pleasurable :)

You and Steve lived in the same appartment building for over a while now. Since Steve became your neighbour ( you shared a balcony together, that's how close you lived next to eachother) you hang around much more. But that wasn't it.. oh hell noo. The sexual tension between you to became unbearable. It started with Steve flirting with you. When he was wearing that goddamn hot Scoops Ahoy outfit, you couldn't stop staring. Since you worked in the Cinema across it, it was really hard to focus at work but you could manage it. Every now and then he winked at you and stared deep in your eyes with a grin. One day you got so bothered , you literally had to cool down so you went outside in the snow. The tension between your legs slowly calming down. You scowled at yourself for being so weak for Steve. When you came down Steve had the biggest grin on his face.

That night after your shift you took a shower and then headed outside on the balcony for a quick smoke. You felt goosebump creeping up your skin from the cold. You heard the door open and saw Steve walking towards you. He looked down at your hard nipples and bite his lip. ´Cold?´ he said with a smirk on his face and you felt the heat creeping up your cheeks. ´A little´ you threw your cigarette away and looked at Steve. ´Wanna come inside?´ Steve took a last hit from his cigarette and threw it away.

You sat on your couch and Steve sat beside you. You felt the energy between the two of you and looked carefully at him. He was looking at you the same time and at that moment the both of you started kissing eachother . It got heated really quick because the two of you didn't need time to take all of your clothes off. Steve pulled his pants and boxers down while you did the same with your pants and underwear. Steve kissed your neck while he slowly entered you. You let out a satisfying sigh. ´If been thinking about this a lot´ you blurred out while you blush. Steve looked in your eyes and smiled. ´Me too baby girl´

He started thrusting and moans filled up the room.

It was quick - obvisously, because the tension was sky high- but pleasurable. Steve lay his head on your chest and you stroke his back. ´This is more than a one time thing right?´ He looked up in your eyes and you smiled. ´Yes Steve, i'm yours´ You smiled and you both fell asleep on the couch.

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You smile while you came back from your flashback.

Steve was something else. You felt the tension between your legs building up and you grinned.

You walked toward the balconing and saw Steve smoking his cigarette while wearing his Scoops Ahoy outfit. You smiled and called his name ´Steve?´ ´Yah?´ he looked up with a smile. ´I need your help´ Steve grinned while putting his cigarette out. ´Sex?´ You nodded and Steve grins while walking your way. ´Hmm is my babygirl horny?´ He pussed you against the wall and put his arm above you. ´It's the outfit i swear´ you giggled and he smiled. ´I think it's more then that´ He grabbed your chin sweetly and kissed your lips shortly. ´Steve?´ you looked at him while his hands roam over your body. ´I-i think i love you´ You blushed and Steve stopped his actions. When you looked away he forced you to look at him. ´Y/N, i think i love you too and i want you to be mine´ You smiled at him before kissing him. ´I'm yours´

Well that was it.

English isn't my first language so sorry for the mistakes or weird sentences.

Hope your enjoyed it!

xx

[migilini]

Could you please write one of those Tiktok "I tried to kiss my bestfriend / crush" challenge for either Charlie or Owen. Thanks!

Crushtok - Owen Patrick Joyner

A/N: Yes ofc I can! I never wrote for Owen so let me know what you think! I hope you like it :)

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: tiktok and noise (so none really)

Requests are open!

MASTERLIST

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The sun poked through curtains and you swore that you had heard birds the day before but it was loud, uncomfortably so. All you heard was the clacking of metal and the rattling of the machinery that the construction in front of Owens Appartement made. All the unpleasant noises woke you up in the early morning. Grumbling, you tried to block out the noise with a pillow pressed against your face.

"That's not gonna work sleepy beauty" a lower voice croaked, catching you completely off guard so you let out a quiet shriek. "Oweenn why do you have to scare me badly in the morning?" You whined and took the pillow away from your face.

He sat on the other side of the couch, just underneath your feet and looked absolutely tired. His blonde hair was standing up in every possible direction, his normally piercing blue eyes trying their best to stay open. By the way, he was looking at you with a little smirk on his lips, you figured that you didn't look any better.

"Because it's 6 am on a Saturday morning and I didn't want to suffer alone. So lucky you for visiting me this week!" Owen exclaimed and hit your leg in a joking manner.

"I've got thrown out by my landlord. I'm not here on my own terms..." this earned you a shocked gasp from the boy sitting in front of you. "And there I was, thinking this friendship meant something to you." You just rolled your eyes with a smirk.

"Do you want to come back to my bedroom? With some music playing it's much quieter than out here." Nodding tiredly, he held out a hand to help you stand up; you only noticed when you nuzzled into his bed that he didn't let go of your hand.

You woke up a couple of hours later, quiet pop music filled the darkroom and it was hot, your bare legs sticking to the duvet covers. You turned around and faced a back with broad shoulders that were just moments ago pressed against your back. Groaning, you stuck your legs out of the bed, the cold air cooling you down immediately. Owen stirred next to you and sat up slowly.

"Morning part 2." you chuckled and automatically pushed some of his hair out of his face.

"Mornin" he mumbled back.

"You were right it's much quieter in your room."

You stood up, stretching your limbs, before heading back into the living room where all your stuff was stored, quite impractically but it was stored.

You heard a shower running, that gave you the perfect time to change from your big shirt and little pants sleep attire to a more comfortable day outfit. After rummaging through your boxes, that you packed in a freezy, you choose some brown cotton pants with a white body and to top it off your favourite purple cardigan that Owen gifted you one Christmas. With some extra time, you put on your glasses and started to search for a new place to stay.

"So what do you wanna do today? I have nothing going on so..." you stopped listening as Owen walked into the living room shirtless. He wore some blue sweatpants that hung quite low on his hips, his chest still sparkling from the water.

You would have probably started to drool if he wouldn't have worn his hair in a towel bun.

You let out a laugh that made him stop in his tracks.

"What?" he stared at you intensely.

"Oh, nothing princess... nothing. We uh... could look at some apartments for me and just go for a drive?"

"Am I that bad of a roommate?" he said and plopped down next to you on the couch his arm resting on the top comfortably.

"No but I would really appreciate a place to store my stuff properly." you continued to scroll through places to stay.

"This one looks good." he pointed out and put his finger on the screen, you hadn't realised that he rested his arm just above your shoulders so it took you off guard when you suddenly felt his arm on your neck.

"Mhmm, but you cant look at it today... This one though has a viewing in the late afternoon."

"Then that's our plan for today."

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"Y/N! Y/N!" Owen screamed loudly from the kitchen "Come here real quick."

With your phone still in one hand, you waddled over to your best friend. "What's the emergency?" you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Do this TikTok with me." he pleaded and looked at you with a slight pout, shoving his phone in your face. Your eyes scanned the screen and then you scoffed, "First of all since when are you on lesbian TikTok? And secondly, that's a bit... explicit... don't you think?"

"W- Our lips don't have to touch! I don't have anybody else to do it with! Y/N Come On!" he yelled after your figure who left the kitchen with a shaking head and hot cheeks.

Your thought didn't stop racing for the rest of the day. Did Owen want to kiss you? Or was he just so comfortable with your friendship that he really didn't care? You hated that you were a cliche, falling in love with your childhood best friend. Growing up you were always the one rolling your eyes at your parents who thought that you and Owen would make just such a cute couple but here you were, sitting on his couch, your heart beating in your chest and extremely conscious of his presence.

Little did you know that Owen felt the exact same. Over the years and especially puberty, he started to develop feelings for you. At first, he tried to deny them, telling himself that it's just that he's used to you being around but then he left to pursue his acting career and he missed you more than everything in the world. Not a single day went by when he didn't think of you or tried to call you. Ever since then, he tried to be close to you in one way or the other, he didn't care if it was just his leg touching yours or your body heat warming him up.

Due to the fact that you were both anxious people, neither of you ever made a move. He missed your longing stares and you missed the way he was checking you out every time he looked at you.

His friends finally talked some confidence into him and so he took little steps into what should eventually lead to him confessing his love for you. He started to flirt more with you, give you loads of compliments and asked you if you wanted to do some TikTok or lives with him.

Tapping on your shoulder made you look up from your phone, the TikTok you've been watching looping on your screen. Owen stood next to you, his phone pointed to you, a mischievous smirk prominent on his face and whipped cream can in his other hand.

"No." you tried to be serious but a chuckle escaped your lips. Owen turned the camera to him and sprayed some cream into his mouth then stared at you with squinted eyes, the whipped cream flowing out of his mouth.

You stared at him for a couple of seconds, your brain in overdrive, hands sweaty and heart beating rapidly. An idea washed over you and you tilted your head before leaning in close. Owen's eyes went wide and he nearly choked on the cream. But you weren't gonna kiss him seconds before your lips would have met, you halted. Then you slowly took the can of whipped cream out of his hand and sprayed it all over his head.

"You didn't!" he gasped with a full mouth while you laid on the floor, holding your stomach in laughter. Something wet hit your face that stopped you from laughing further. Owen had a massive grin on his face, one hand dripping slightly and his hair, less creamy.

"Be cautious Joyner" you warned standing up on your tiptoes to be as close to him as possible, your pointer finger pressing into his chest "I know where your bed sleeps."

You tried to back out of the situation, knowing damn well that it can easily get out of hand with you two and a whipped cream match would make a lot of mess. But Owen being the child he is, didn't back out, instead, he ripped the can out of your hand and sprayed it down your back.

The war ended peacefully. The cans of whipped cream, yes you found more cans, laying somewhere in the living room both of you covered from head to toe, breathing heavily. Owen held his hands up in surrender and looked up to your position on the coffee table.

"Ha! I win! Told you I didn't want to do the TikTok." you smiled triumphantly. "I say loser cleans this up." before Owen could protest you sprinted to the shower. Lucky for you he actually started to clean up when you walked out of the bathroom, dressed in comfortable sweats and one of Owens hoodie, your damp hair falling over your shoulders.

"Hey Y/N?" Owen asked somehow nervously. "Yes darling?" you answered with a bad British accent.

"Can you come here for a second?"

"Owen I'm not doing that TikTok with you, you just saw how that ended," you argued but made your way over to him. He stood in the middle of the room, his phone propped up on a shelf.

"You have something on your face." you chuckled and whipped away some dried leftovers from your previous war.

"Can you react to this song? I don't remember where I know it from" he asked, his voice shaking slightly. You furrowed your eyebrows at his odd behaviour just moments ago he was normal and now he acted very strangely.

"Sure." he pulled you in front of him, his hands resting on your shoulders.

'Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle

I can't let you go now that I got it'

“Sounds like BORNS…” you whispered more to yourself than to him and continued to listen to the song “Are you sure you just haven't…” you turned around to face him.

Owen took this as his opportunity to cup your face with both of his hands, softly pressing his lips to yours.

Your breath hitched and it took you a second to realise what was happening. The confidence Owen had just moments ago vanished when you didn't kiss him back immediately. Why should you? You never gave a hint that you liked him like that as well.

Just as he was about to pull away and apologize profusely, you overcame your state of shock. Your arms grabbed his hips to pull him closer, deepening the kiss. You felt him smile against your lips. Your stomach erupted with butterflies, your whole body tingled and your cheeks felt hot.

He was the first one to pull away, resting his forehead on yours. Both breathing heavily, the filming camera was completely forgotten, you looked in each other's eyes.

“I wanted to do that for so long,” you admitted and unconsciously bit your lip. Owen gulped heavily, “Me too but, what the hell! I mean how crazy is that?!”

[buckys-fairy]

Bucky Barnes x Reader - Shower Time

Note: English is not my first language - and this is the first fanfic in a long time.

Inspired by the picture above and some girls-talk in a Sebastian Stan Whats App group

Warning: Romance, fluff, 18+ content

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"Bucky, I'm home" you call out as you are entering your appartement after a long day at work .

"I'm in the kitchen" you hear your boyfriend answer, " You want a cup of coffee too, doll?"

You get rid of your shoes and even after 2 years together you have to smile at the nickname he has for you. As you enter the living room you see him leaning on the doorframe leading to the kitchen waiting for you with your favorite mug in his hand. Your smile widens as you walk up to him and lean in to him to kiss him. Immediately his other arm wraps around your waist and pulls you closer. "Glad your home, I kinda missed you" Bucky mumbles against your lips.

"I'm glad I'm home too .... I kinda missed the coffee", you say with a cheeky grin as you grab the mug from him and take a sip.

"Ouch, so you are only living with me cos of my barista skills?", Bucky fakes a pout, patting his left chest like he's having a heart attack.

"Yeah, well ... that's the main reason...you got any other skills?" you challenge him as you move past him into the kitchen.

With one smooth move Bucky is in front of you, pinning you between him and the kitchen counter, causing your coffee to splash on both of your shirts. Before you even can complain about it, Bucky takes the cup out of your hand and puts it on the counter, pressing his hips a little more against yours and leaning down to you. You can feel his breath on your skin, causing you to shiver, as he whispers in your ear "Well, you didn't complain about my bedroom skills last night, doll..." "I didn't, did I .... " you mumble against his neck and wrap your arms around his back. "Quite the opposite ... as I remember" he recalls as he starts nibbeling an your neckline and picks you up to sit on the counter. Bucky knows that your neck is one of your sensitve spots and smiles as you let out a soft moan. He intensifies his nibbling and kissing down your neckline to your collarbone until you wrap your legs around his thighs and pull him closer. Suddenly he stops and steps back, leaving you wanting more. With a devilish grin Bucky says "As much as I want to show you some of my other skills, I am afraid I have to get changed and ready for my Zoom-Meeting with Sam and Agent Miller."

He turns around and leaves the kitchen, pulling his stained shirt over his head, perfectly knowing that you love the sight of his naked back.

"Argh", you let out a frustrated groan. You want more of your man, you want him to satisfy your burnig desire.

You get off of the counter and make your way to the bedroom to change out of the coffee stained shirt yourself. You see Bucky sitting in front of his laptop in the living room, putting his ear pods in and getting ready for his meeting.

You close the bedroom door behind you, strip out of your clothes and decide to take a shower. As you put on your silk robe you suddenly have an idea.

You open the door carefully and listen to make sure that Bucky's Zoom call has already started. As you hear him talking, you walk out to the living room and stop infront of the coffee table.

Bucky looks up when he notices you and you can see the slightly surprised look when he sees you standing there in your silk robe.

Slowly you let your robe slide down your right shoulder, revealing your collar bone and the little tattoo right above your breast. You chuckle a little when you see Bucky's eyes widen and notice that he has trouble staying focused on his meeting. You let the robe slide down your other shoulder too, just stopping it with your hands before your breast would be visible. His intense stare and the growing desire in his eyes give you more confidence. So you place your right foot on the coffeetable, making your robe part a little to show your thigh.

You look Bucky straight in the eyes as you start to trace little circles up your thigh and back down to your knee. He swallows hard and you notice that the bump in his jeans is getting bigger. This gives you even more confidence, so you very slowly untie the belt of your robe, your one leg still in front of him on the coffee table. And with one move you let the robe fall to the floor.

Bucky lets out a small groan, which he tries to cover up with a cough and shifts uncomfortable on the couch ... his full hard on obviously bothering him in his jeans.

You give him your most innocent smile and turn around to head for the shower that you wanted to take. As you leave the room you can feel his stare on your naked back and the feeling shoots directly in your stomach, making your sensitve parts tingle.

As you shut the bathroom door behind you and turn on the shower, you can help and chuckle to yourself , "Payback's a bitch, Barnes!"

You let the warm water run over your body and get lost in your thoughts. You start rubbing shower gel on our body as suddenly two strong arms grab you from behind. You are so startled that you let out a small shriek as Bucky bites your neck.

"So, you wanna tease me?", he askes, " I don't think so"

He cups your breast from behind, carefully rolling our nipples between his fingers. You let out a moan and tilt your head back a little against his chest. He starts to nibble your neckline again and you have to reach for the wall to stabilze yourself as you feel your knees getting a little weak.

Bucky pushes you against the wall and you can feel his hardness against your ass. His right arm stays on your breast as his left caresses down your stomach and your hip making his way between your legs. He slides his fingers between them and starts massaging your soft spot. You hear yourself moan as you grind your ass against his hips wanting more of him.

"Bucky, please I need you!", you whisper.

"Need me where, doll?", he asks.

"I need you inside me, please...", you beg.

"Oh doll, I need you too", he moans.

Bucky turns you around and with one move pulls you up on his hips. His lips find yours and his kiss is full of hunger and desire. You wrap your thighs around his waist as he pushes you against the wall.

As he enters you, you both need a moment to adjust to the feelings washing over you. Bucky deepens his kiss and slowly starts grinding.

As you moan against his lips he ups the speed a little, pushing harder. You drag your nails into his back as you feel him getting deeper and thighten your thighs around his waist a even more.

"You feel so good babe, so good" he mumbles against your lips.

"I need to feel you deeper inside me" you moan as Bucky thrust harder.

You feel your climax building up, your head falling back, your moaning getting louder. And with the next thrust Bucky sends you over the edge, letting your inner self shatter into pieces.

He bumps even harder as he feels you contracting around him and you can feel him twitch as he comes inside you.

You both wrap your arms around each other, holding on tight, not letting go as you try to catch your breaths. Bucky still pins you against the wall, your legs still around him as he places his forehead against yours.

"I love you, doll!" he whispers.

"I love you too!", you whisper back, gently kissing him.

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@nevenabadr

@shafverani

@imsebastiansta-n

[all-about-seggs]

False Love-

Rating: ❌ 18+, Explicit ❌

Pairing- Timeskip! Yandere Oikawa Tooru x fem reader

Word count- 1.8 K

Warnings- Aphrodisiacs, fingering, dub-con, vaginal sex, Oikawa is delusional and sad.

A/n: This is my fic for the Valentine's day Collab that @ultimate-astridwriting hosted. I hope I was able to live up to their expectations (ᗒᗩᗕ).

Roaming around the busy streets of Palermo, ginormous heart shaped props occupying the narrow lane paints Oikawa's vision in scarlet. Love is in the air, as they say, was quite literally true for the beautiful city of Argentina.

In the midst of giggling couples and warm twinkling lights, the annoyed click of his tongue gets drowned out; Unnoticed ;making him recognise his own solitude.

Normally he'd have hoards of girls vying for his attention, trying to take him to their place but maybe it was because of his age, or the mountain of experience with the momentary flings that made him want to search for something deeper.

He used to be fine with superficiality of his relationships, the repeated cycle of getting himself off of any faceless women who came onto him then forgetting her existence the next day was fulfilling in itself. Afterall, his career has always taken priority.

Though the last remaining brain cells of his body tries to rationalise the situation he is getting himself in, Oikawa had already decided what kind of connection he wanted and and was just going to let himself have that. Selfishness is not something he ever disliked anyway.

He felt no need to hide his disdain, Oikawa wasn't one to be subtle about his pettiness either, that's why the contrasting emotions of his own, clashing with the jubilant ones of his surrounding annoyed him to no end.

The chocolates wrapped up neatly in his hand felt heavy, causing his fingers to tremble slightly. It wasn't the weight of the box but what he intended to do with the said item that made his insides twist with excitement.

Yes. It was excitement. Happiness and pure bliss that he felt when he rang the doorbell of your modest appartment in the costal side of the city. Despite having the sea right next to your place, the cold February air still made you shiver as you opened the door to see Oikawa standing at your doorsteps, all smiles with a dash of extra in his typical 'hand on the hip' pose.

Surprised wouldn't even being to describe your current state of shock. You spend the next few seconds just starting at his ever confident form before his voice brings you back to your senses.

" Yooohooo~ babe, I'm sure I don't look 'that' good. I just finished with practice so my hair's probably a mess right now", he continued on with his cheery tone,

" Come on, It's not like you have anyone else to spend Valentine's with, so why not just let me in already and look", dangling the expensive looking bag in front of your eyes, his expression took on a slightly sinister turn in their features, the kind that went away as soon as they appeared not leaving any trace of its original condescending vibes.

" I made these chocolates for you", emphasizing on the made part he stares right into your eyes, as if waiting for his well earned praise. Heaving a sigh of defeat you release the door know you didn't knew you had in a death grip, opening the door completely in a gesture to usher him inside.

Oikawa quickly makes himself at home, plopping down on your couch with his long legs stretched.

This was the first time you had seen him after the rejection of the high in demand position of his girlfriend. The face he made when you turned him down was of utter disbelief so much so that you almost reconsidered your decision. But you weren't that wishy washy in your opinions and his was a type you made sure to ignore.

You were aware of his salty personality and the habit of holding grudges, so you thought after that fateful day he'd ignore you like the plague, but for all his arrogance Oikawa's face was the epitome of gleeful.

" Soooo", starting off with an awkward note you casually try to sit on the furthest arm chair from the couch Oikawa was currently occupying and tried to ask what exactly was he expecting out of his current visit but he quickly cut you off by his own booming voice.

" Before all that, why don't you try these?", Pointing to the chocolates he starts unwrapping them, as he pulls the decorative ribbon, two rows of brown, heart shaped delicacies appeared.

"Don't be shy, I made these for you afterall", he remarked, pushing the box on your side of the table.

You didn't think much of it, afterall, 'making' chocolates just means buying store bought ones and just melting them into different shapes right?

Popping one small cube in your mouth you let it dissolve, your taste buds filling up with the sweetness of the treat. Just as it finished you heard Oikawa speak again.

"You probably know why I'm here, but I'll tell you again", readjusting his posture, he sits straight, both the look in his eyes and tone taking a more serious turn.

" I thought about why turned me down that day and I finally realised......You were just scared weren't you?", rather than upset he sounded relieved as he continued with self assuredness ,

" Of commitment? Or because of my job? Either way I can already assure you that I was already prepared to put you above everything else if the situation calls for it".

You were just sitting, listening to his outrageous conclusions when you felt your heartbeat increase. The sweaty palms of your hand to the moistness in your core, your entire body started reacting in ways you'd never experience before.

"You thought that I'd keep our relationship on the back burner and only focus on my career? You were just lonely weren't you?", With every passing second his delusional words seemed to work with more and more intensity that didn't helped your hyperventilating state at all.

"And you rejected me because you didn't wanted to have an absent boyfriend right? So in reality-", by the time he finished he was already in front of you, the fire in the depths of your core made your mind hazy and eyes unfocused. You wanted to ask what was happening or what he put in those chocolates but forming any coherent words was a feat on its own in your current condition.

He smoothly takes one of your burning hand in his cool ones, the contact making you instantly lean onto him for more. You're sitting in a daze when he pulls you up from the arm chair and places you on his lap back on the longer couch.

In your already aroused state, the soft strokes of Oikawa's fingers on your scalp made you succumb further into the need for release as you sit on his lap with your head resting against his shoulder. The room was now quite safe for his soothing voice that came from right about your head.

"You love me right?", the words that come out of his mouth in the heated moment betrayed all his attempts at feigned composure. He may have spiked the chocolates with some sort of aphrodisiacs but the way your heart hurted after hearing this made it seem more like a love potion.

With his barely audible voice they sounded almost like a plea, another desperate measure to get what he wanted.

Before you could even notice, your vision tilts and you find yourself pinned to the couch, with Oikawa hovering right above you. His hands on your sweatpants, lowering them all the way to your ankles. And the weirdest thing?

You didn't wanted him to stop.

Not when he spread you out completely in front of him. Not when he was shamelessly staring at your naked pussy with a maniacal glint in his eyes and definitely not when he shoved two of his thick digits up your leaking pussy that covered his entire palm in your slick at the slightest of contact.

Your soft walls clenching around his fingers was all he needed before he stared unzipping his own pants. He gazed at your panting body while he pulled his cock out, flipping you on your stomach with your ass up and face shoved down.

You barely cared about anything but getting fucked good at this point when you heard some rumbling behind you, as soon as Oikawa was done putting on a condom he lined himself up against your entrance.

Not wasting any more time he slips past your folds until he is buried to the hilt. The feeling of being stretched out and filled to the brim coaxed out a few lewd moans from your mouth.

Your slick was enough to make Oikawa pick up a hard and fast pace, your entire body shook with every thrust of his. He kept his hands on your waist, pushing himself as deep as he can before pulling out until only the tip remains. Your own orgasm started building up with his every action.

His member throbbed against your insides and the moans that slipped past his gritted teeth indicated he already came but his cock showed no signs of softening as he kept going with his brutal pace.

You bury your head sideways, tongue lolling out and covering the fabric beneath it in your drool as Oikawa lodges his cock further into your pussy from behind. He moves in and out of you with ease, the slick from both your pussy and his previous release was more than enough to keep his memeber going.

Gripping your ass cheek in one hand, he trails his other one in between your thighs. Quickly his digits grazes your clit, the pressure they added along with the heavy thrusts pulled you closer to the edge. The anticipation of your impending release was all your lust laden head could think about the feeling of ecstasy that you desperately needed.

The intensity of your orgasm made your eyes roll back, and if it wasn't him holding you firmly in place, you probably would've fell down the couch. With your entire body shaking your panted heavily from your mouth to calm yourself.

Oikawa doesn't make any attempt to pull out or move and even after your breathing becomes even his member is still lodged deep inside you. He gently starts gyrating his hips against your pussy again and it becomes obvious that you weren't the only one under the effects of aphrodisiacs.

As cum trickles down your inner thighs, all you could decipher was the overwhelming bolts of pleasure Oikawa's cock provided and the sounds of your skin smacking against eachother's.

With his hands on both of your sides, he lowers himself down until your back was flush against his toned chest, his raspy voice rumbled through your ear as he spoke in a dark possessive tone,

"Don't forget..... we are in love"

[keravnous]

- agent 14/agent haines; the heart wants what it wants

Somewhere sirens are going off, howling with the steady, racing heartbeat of the city. They sweep to Steve's ears but they do not manage to reach his brain - currently oddly occupied with keeping his eyes locked on a figure a few meters away.

The man sits alone, smoking his third cigarette in under seven and a half minutes. Dark circles under his eyes, framing his face delightfully, only adding to his typical Los Santos appearance: stressed face, five o'clock shadow, chain smoking and the shakes of visible caffeine abuse.

Steve had never seen him before.

"Boss?"

"Yeah?", he just can't bring himself to look away. The man takes his phone out, seemingly picking up a call, his face immediately crunching up in annoyance.

"We're heading back in, are you coming with us?"

He lits another cigarette. Steve wants to lick the smoke from his lips, wants to know if he tastes like it too, wants to taste the fire of his lighter, to bury his hands in his dark locks and never let go of him again -

"Yeah, fuck. Sure."

Steve gets up, chair screeching loudly over the concrete, getting his hopes up that the stranger would look up at the noise, react to it in any way. But the loud screeeech is like any other noise in this goddamn city really, one that citizens get used to over time and eventually grow to ignore it completely. Thus he doesn't look up at all, continues to hiss into his phone and Steve retreats, like a beaten dog, back into his office.

_

It takes him thirty minutes to realize - a government offical and a highly decorated one, too - that his office's windows head towards the terrace. But when he peeks through the blinds the plaza's already deserted.

-

It takes a whole week full of nerve-wrecking lunch breaks and one or two bombings somewhere in Europe, before he sees him again. He doesn't wear a suit this time and Steve is convinced that he has to be a banker, taking his break here instead of his office's cantine.

He feels like he's struck by lightning. He wants to walk over there and introduce himself, but he also just wants to sit, admire from afar, to never move again. The man lights a cigarette and that also ignites a fluttering feeling in Steve's stomach and his chest, sending tingles straight to his fingers. The small butterflies leave a burning sensation and he wants to tear his chest apart, grab them by their wings and riiiip them out, until blood spills everywhere. Dave and Sanchez are arguing, but he can't hear them anymore, the pounding of his heart too loud, a static noise filling his ears. His body is releasing all the build-up tension worth the week's wait, and his hands grab the armrests of his chair.

This is crazy. He's crazy. This man is a complete stranger and here he is, highly decorated Special Agent Steve Haines, national hero and model employee of the FIB, and its his own body that's suddendly betraying him.

The man looks up and Steve's world stops. The noises fade, maybe his heart even stops pounding - he really can't be sure.

The man has pretty eyes, all blue and green like the atlantic ocean far out on the sea, in the shimmering sunlight. He's pretty. Very much so. He's maybe around his own age, maybe a little younger, high cheekbones that probably (Steve's uncannily sure about that) deliver quite a show once the man laughs. He looks good in his clothes. A little too good.

Steve wants to get up and leave. Steve wants to sit and continue to stare. Steve wants to rip his clothes of his body - wants to disappear, because he can't stand the other man's eyes on him. Checking him out. Judging him.

It's quite the stare, really. One that could send him to his knees or make his blood boil.

Steve's phone rings on the table, the take-away cups vibrate with it and he nearly jumps in his chair. He picks his phone up hastily and the stranger throws him an arrogant smile, one brow cocked up and looks down at his laptop again. Steve gets up and leaves the table.

_

It's Friday and it's been a week since he felt like his body was completely failing him. Since then the stranger had spent every lunch break at the plaza and Steve had locked eyes with him multiple times, had bathed in the soaring tingles of his body.

Today, he's finally alone, with Norton on a trip to Liberty City and Sanchez having called in sick yesterday. He takes the elevator down to the ground floor and checks his hair in its mirror one last time, until the doors swing open with a loud diiing. He steps out, passing through the entry hall like a conqueror and then he's outside, the air all warm and mushy around him. His gaze falls upon the terrace.

The man is not there. His table is empty and so is his chair. Steve's shoulders slump.

He sits down and chugs down a cup of coffee and then another one and suddendly someone behind him clear's their throat.

"Got some fire?"

He turns around and his heart skips a beat. It's him.

_

He does taste like smoke. And a little sweet, a little spicy. It makes his lips tingle and burn, his groin growing hot.

He breaks their lips apart, as he presses the smaller man against the tiles of the bathroom.

"What's your name, huh?"

"Warren", his cheeks are red. He's so hot, his hands are hot against Steve's scalp and he presses himself against the other man, rolls his name around with his tongue.

"Warren. I'm Steve." The answer is another heated kiss and a hand that rushes to the fly of his trousers.

_

He doesn't see him again after this, not during his lunch break nor anywhere else in the city. The weeks turn into months and sometime inbetween Steve stops to care.

_

He's at a bar with some guys he still knows from college. They bore him but one of them pays for the drinks so he decides he could survive a few more hours. They talk and talk and talk and Steve can't bring himself to care and then he sees it.

A familiar leather jacket and suddendly their gazes lock. Warren smiles and Steve can't stop himself from smiling back.

_

They are in a bathroom again, hungrier this time. "I am sorry", Warren breaks the kiss, only for Steve to dive back in, "I had to leave. Work-related."

"Where'you working?", Steve's lips nibble at his throat, taking in is taste and his scent. He feels high with it.

"Maze Bank. I-I'm a banker", bingo.

"Looked the part", Steve grabs his hips and they stumble backwards against the stall's door and Warren presses himself between Steve's opened legs.

" 'n you?", he's slurring as Steve's hands wander underneath his shirt, up up up his back. He doesn't feel like lying, trying to would be uselss anyway. Steve knows what he and his colleagues look like.

"Government." Warren looks at him, a second too long, and Steve isn't quite sure what to make of it. But then their lips lock again and he choses not to think about it too much.

_

A week and three hook-ups later and Steve's locked in in his office. He feels horrible, but some things about Warren just don't add up and his paranoia is slowly kicking in. And so is his curiosity. He types the name into the blinking field, letter by letter. Slowly, so he won't make a mistake.

No data found.

Steve runs another program. And another.

He does not exist. Warren simply doesn't exist.

Steve leans back and rubs his eyes. He's so fucked.

_

Steve doesn't remember how he ended up on the living room of Warren's appartment, button-down torn and nose bleeding heavily. The cut above Warren's eyebrow bleeds as well, warm blood tickling down his cheeks and onto Steves neck.

Warren's hard and pressing against him as he raises his fist for another blow. Steve can't stop himself and laughter bubbles out of him, his ribs aching and hurt shooting, spiraling through his body. Warren, one ocean eye blue and lilac and a nasty scratch on his forearm, looks at him baffled.

"What is it, Haines?"

"The fuck", he's gasping for air, Warren's hard dick still poking his hip, "Do I know."

They look at each other while Steve's laugh is slowly ebbing away and Warren clenches his teeth. "I hate you, you fucking FIB-maggot."

"No, you don't", Steve rolls his hips up and Warrens eyelids flutter, "Not as much as I hate you, you fucking spy."

Warren rolls his hips against Steve's and his body falls forward, one hand lazily holding his weight, right next to Steve's head. He tilts his chin towards it and places soft kisses on the warm, thin skin that's between his teeth and Warren's veins. They both moan. He should kill him on the spot, getting rid of a potential threat and the competition all in one, but he can't bring himself to stop.

"Fuck me like you mean it", Warrens lips are pressed against his ear and his fingers claw hungrily at his chest, as he sighs needily into Steve's ear. He's ready to oblige.

_

The next time he sees Warren the sun's up again and the air is crisp and cold. He's wearing his leather jacket again and Steve wants to get up, head over to his table and tear it from his shoulders. Sanchez lights a cigarette and Dave says something stupid again, but Steve can't bring himself to care.

He looks at Warren, Fourteen, and his white shirt. The opened collar exposes his neck and the dark-red bitemarks. He inhales the smoke of his cigarette and as his lips wrap around it again he locks his gaze with Steve. His stomach tingles and 14 raises a brow. Cocky, arrogant, inviting and challenging. Steve feels one corner of his mouth tilting upwards as he leans back into his chair, legs spread wide.

Oh, this would be one fine game.

[annaofthenorthernlights]

Feel and reason

Fanfiction, Frozen modern AU

Pairing: Kristoff / Anna

Rating: T (for some rough language, for now...)

Word counting: 1925

This is fluff.... funny fluff...

Find the fic on AO3

Chapter 2

“Wow! You look great.” Kristoff looked Anna up and down.

She wore the same jeans of last night, with the black leather boots reaching up above her calves with semi high pump heels. Oh, and her blouse was stunning. A black satin balloon cut, with one side dropping below her shoulders, revealing some light blue bra straps that underlined her fine blue eyes. She had combed half of her hair mass behind her head in a nestlike bun, the rest was falling loosely around her neck and over her shoulder blades.

Gosh, had that girl any idea of how beautiful she was...?

“Thank you. I took the opportunity this afternoon to go for a little shopping.”

Anna smiled at the man standing before her, and she admired his appearance none the less, with his dark blue shirt and black woollen winter jacket revealing that stunning chest.

The restaurant was some distance down the road and the air was chilly but clear and dry and the walk was refreshing and helped sorting the spinning minds.

“How are you doing?” Kristoff asked while they got onto the street.

“Uhm… Alright, thank you. Only that I got a message by… you know…” She tailed off, muffing annoyed.

“The asshole?” Kristoff bit his lips, glancing vaguely at the woman by his side.

“Yes!” She frowned and shook her head, suddenly coming to a halt. “Can you believe it? He wrote that he´s sorry I caught them that way. He had intended telling me more elegantly. Damn swine! Anyway. He has already packed some of my things so I would not have to bother. Such a jerk. Well, at least I can go and grab the stuff and leave right away again. OH, he better is not home when I get there, because I´d punch his face, no, his butt, no, even better, his groins, so hard that he can´t walk for days!”

She stomped her foot and braced her arms around her body, when Anna realised someone was staring at her with wide eyes and glancing back and forth nervously.

“Oh, I´m sorry. That just had to go out of my system. I´m fine. Yes, yes, I am.” She sighed and blew out a long slow breath to calm herself.

Kristoff still bit his lips, but then chuckled and then scratched the back of his neck.

"Okay Anna, that's understandable. Although I must admit it's probably better to play it safe by not messing with you."

Anna stared up at Kristoff who was still kindly glancing at her, and she felt some shame about her outburst right now. She shrugged and crooked her head.

“Sorry. But he is such an arrogant bastard, and I should have known better. Anyway, I said I´m fine and so, I will shut up now.”

“That´s okay. It´s not every day you must witness such an obscene scene after all.”

“Oh, you´re so right. Obscene is the absolute word for it. Oh no, don´t remind me!” She pulled a disgusted face and cupped her cheeks with her hands.

Kristoff smirked and held up some submissive hands. “Sorry about that.” And it made them both laugh.

“So, when do you want to go and pick up your stuff?”

“Oh, I think tomorrow after my interview. That´s when Hans is out of the house most certainly, and I don´t intend of meeting him. Though beating him up would be fun, too.”

“Yeah, sure. And it would be fun to watch you punching that butthead!”

And Kristoff earned the brightest smile he had ever seen, and though the circumstance was an odd one, he liked the affect that beaming radiance had on him.

They continued their walk remaining in silence when Kristoff hit a thought.

“You said that you would not want to live with your sister because she prefers her solitude?”

“Yes, Elsa would surely let me stay for a while, but rather not for too long. So, I can just as well look for my own place. But for the time being I can leave my personal belongings with her, I´m sure.”

“Where does she live?”

“Up in North Mountain district. Her appartement is at the top of the hill and she can overlook the valley and wide outback. It´s very peaceful there, but also very lonely. I don´t think I could live like that for longer than a few days.”

“Why not? Peaceful sounds nice, doesn´t it?”

“Yes. But I don´t appreciate secluded solitude.”

“But you would live alone if you were looking for a flat to yourself.”

Anna sighed and shrugged.

“Yes, I know, but what else could I do?”

“Move in with someone else, as a flatmate?”

Anna slowed her pace and then stopped again, turning to Kristoff.

“That´s a cool idea. But with whom? I can´t ask anybody from my former workplace, that would be weird, and my former schoolfriend just got married, that´s even more creepy.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Kristoff chuckled and bit his lips, “especially if their house has thin walls.”

“Yack! That´s pervert.”

“No. That´s only natural. Besides, think of your epilator…”

And Anna hit him on the arm rather sharply.

“Ouch!” Kristoff squirmed and rubbed his arm.

Ghosh, she´s strong! Seriously, that would be such a sight to see her beating up that jerk!

“Don´t you dare making fun of me! And you just said you better don´t get me against you?!” Anna huffed only to then grin up at him. “Besides, would you want to hear that?”

“What, your epilator?”

Anna rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

“No! A couple in the next room, you know, doing… stuff.”

“Hahaha. You can´t scare me. My best friend Sven just got engaged and had, thanks heaven, left last week to move in with his Fiona. Believe me, that´s a relief!”

“So, you don´t tell me they were epilating their legs in the other room, right?” Anna giggled and stuck her hands in her pockets.

“No.” Kristoff scratched his neck again and squirmed a little, “definitely not.”

“So, you appreciate the peacefulness you regained?”

“Yeah, indeed.”

And that´s when they stared at each other… Both thinking the same, but then dismissing the idea immediately.

That was too bizarre, wasn´t it?

Kristoff pointed down the road and they turned to go on when he cleared his throat.

“About moving your things to your sister´s place, do you need any help?”

“That´s kind of you to ask, but first, I will first take care about that other job, and then take the next step.”

“That sounds like a reasonable plan.”

Kristoff nodded towards the restaurant that appeared around the corner.

“Well, first step. Have yourself a good treat for a new start?”

“Thanks, that sounds like a very reasonable plan to me, too!”

----

It was indeed a pleasant place, with a cosy atmosphere and one felt truly catapulted into some nostalgic trattoria over in Italy.

The food was great and so was the glass of red wine, though Kristoff promised Anna to not let her have any more. Of course not, after seeing her in that tipsy state she´d been last night.

“So, what company is it that you will have your interview tomorrow?” Kristoff asked.

“Oh, I rather don´t want to tell, because I feel like it to be bad luck speaking the name before going there.”

“Really? Oh, well then. I would not want to stress you about such a serious issue.”

“But I promise to let you know immediately once I got a reply, okay?”

Kristoff smiled and raised his glass to toast to her success.

“Still, I wonder.” Kristoff inquired after all. “Correct me if I´m wrong, but you said that you had worked for that insurance company, right?”

Anna nodded and gestured for him to continue.

“Well, you seem so calm given the fact that you just quit so head over heels. For one, I admire your courage, on the other hand, have you thought about how to proceed in case the interview tomorrow won´t work? Not, that I don´t think it won´t, but nevertheless…” He raised a questioning hand and shrugged confused.

Anna tilted her head and pursed her lips, adjusting her napkin on her lap, and then folding her hands on top of it.

He´s so considerate! So charming in his way...

“That´s right, Kristoff. And yes, my reaction was most certainly a rush. But! I have nothing to lose, you know. In the contrary, I just hit Hans with a blow by quitting and he knows it. He could ask me to come back, but then he must explain himself and he has not the guts to lose his face. So, he will tell everybody that I left on my own choice. Blabbing around, you know.”

“But how come you´re not losing, while you have quit the job like that?”

“Because…” Anna leaned a bit forward and her eyes glinted mystically, and Kristoff got a notion that she had some ass up her sleeve perhaps? Yes, she did!

“I am, or let´s say, I was a junior associate of the company, Westergaard and Southland Ltd. Hans and I have studied law and order together. He was all charm and I naively fell for him, too young to recognise the fault. And then his family has taken me into partnership when we got our degrees. Why? Because I passed with merit, and he not. So, if I leave the company, they must pay me out. And that´s no fun for them. So, they will want me to stay, of course. But it´s either me or Hans and he´s family. Too bad for them to have such a coward in the clan. And good for me to have realised this, too, finally.”

Anna raised her glass and blinked with triumph, smiling at her opposite who sat mouth agape. Kristoff could hardly believe what he had heard and then grinned broadly.

"Wow! Good move, my respects!"

“Thank you!” Anna beamed, for some reason sensing some gratitude to receive a compliment by this man.

Kristoff shook his head and chuckled deeply impressed by that revelation.

“Wow! That sounds cool, seriously, and I can tell you handle your life well on your own, though you don´t like to be alone…” He paused, suddenly overwhelmed with the fact what an extraordinary person he was privileged to spend his time with.

She´s such a brave girl and then so tough… Stop staring at her like that and mumbling nonsense…

“Still, Anna. If you need any help, though…”

“Thank you, Kristoff. I appreciate that, really, I do. But then, I figure it´s rather me who owes you a favour, no?” Anna crooked her head and bit her lips with a grin.

“How come?” Kristoff raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“You have gone to the store for me, forgotten?”

How could he ever forget that….! Shit, those batteries…

“Want to shop for me?” Kristoff tried to overplay his edginess asking most casually.

“I would, if there is anything you need?” Anna shrugged happily.

How could she ever forget him standing in her doorway… with those batteries… Holy moly! But he didn´t seem to mind…

Kristoff now fiddled with his napkin, and the imagination of Anna pushing a shopping cart for him, or even with him, showed up before his inner eye and a warm smile unfolded on his face while his heart hammered wildly in his chest by now.

Come on, she had nothing to lose, so you haven´t either… She can only say yes or no…

“Want to have my spare room?