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shadesslut · 1 year ago

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Idk if I’m doing this right but can u do a Chad Meeks Martin smut where she’s dating either Ethan or wes but her and chad have a secret enemies with benefits and she goes underwear shopping and Chad is there and there’s loads of flirting and stuff

I LOVED THIS REQUEST

little secret

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Chad Meeks-Martin x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Smut, cheating, slight voyeurism)

Masterlist

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Chad and Y/N’s relationship was…interesting to say the least. He had met her through Ethan, his roommate, and the moment he connected eyes with her all he wanted to do was rip off her clothes. His wish came true that night they met, and once he got a taste of her, he couldn’t get enough. There was one slight problem, she was dating Ethan. Neither of them were necessarily proud of what their little secret was, and it caused tension between the two around the others. To the others, they looked at their relationship full of hate. Oh how they were wrong.

Chad was having a bad day. It was Saturday, a guy like Chad was supposed to be having a good day full of drinking and hanging out with his friends. But, here he sat, alone in his kitchen. Ethan had left a few hours ago, with her, to go shopping. They invited Chad, well, Ethan invited Chad, but Chad didn’t want to be a third wheel once again. He also didn’t wanna have to stare at Y/N’s ass be groped by Ethan all day.

He groaned, once checking his phone again for any new messages. He pressed on Snapchat, instantly going to his private album. He scrolled through the photos of Y/N, her bare body starting to arouse Chad. He reached into his sweatpants, starting to stroke himself. He softly whined, and his thumb accidently swiped on the screen, pulling up the map. He immediately stopped stroking as he saw Ethan and Y/N’s bitmoji pop up right next to each other.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, taking his hand out of his pants.

He was starting to get heated, and he huffed as he shot Ethan a text.

Chad

Changed my mind omw

2:36 pm

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Ethan waved at Chad from a little table in the food court. Chad nodded as he walked over, dapping Ethan up.

“I’m glad you changed your mind.” Ethan said smiling, offering Chad some of his fries. Chad only smiled, taking a fry.

“Where’s Y/N?” Chad asked.

“She’s um-looking for underwear,” Ethan quickly said, coughing.

Chad laughed, but his cheeks grew warm. “Didn't wanna help her?” He asked teasingly. Ethan shook his head rapidly. Chad knew that the two had never slept together, so Ethan’s shyness was expected.

Ethan’s phone buzzed, and he flipped his phone over, face going pale as he read the message. “Shit,” He cursed, immediately standing to grab his stuff.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-I forgot I work a shift at three, shit. Can you-“ Ethan stammered, shortly being interrupted by Chad.

“I’ll drive Y/N home.” Chad assured him.

Ethan let out a relief of sigh, and quickly thanked Chad before leaving. Chad was suddenly thanking himself for coming here.

He looked around awkwardly for Y/N in the lingerie store. It was mostly full of women, some dragging their poor boyfriends along behind them. Chad’s eyes stopped on a mannequin, which was clad in a black lace set. The bra had a little pink rose on the center gore, and it had two black bows on the straps. The lace was see through, and Chad imagined Y/N wearing it, being able to see her nipples.

His eyes wandered down to the panties, which also had a pink rose on it. The panties were connected to a garter, which connected to thigh highs. Chad drooled at the set, only picturing Y/N wearing it.

“Can I help you, sir?” He heard a woman ask. He immediately spun around to the voice, embarrassed. He sighed as he saw Y/N.

“Yes actually, I was thinking about getting this for a special lady.” He joked, slightly smirking.

She snorted. “As if you have a special lady.”

Chad smiled seductively, checking their surroundings to make sure no one was in the same area as them, before grabbing at her hips. “I think I do,” he whispered, his head tilting.

Her eyes widened. “Chad, Ethan-“

“He left. Had a shift.” He interrupted. She let out a sigh of relief, and she pushed him away. Chad peeked at her shopping basket, looking at the sets of lingerie she threw in. “Can I see you wear them?”

“No, I told you yesterday.” She said sternly.

Chad remembered. The night before Y/N had called him, and she told him that their little ‘friends with benefits’ was over.

“I know you told me yesterday, but you see, I didn’t agree to it.” Chad sarcastically said.

She rolled her eyes at him, walking to the next section. Chad quickly grabbed the black set before following her.

“It’s not up to you, I can’t keep doing this to Ethan.” She told him, looking through pairs of thongs.

“Let me change your mind.”

“No.” She spat, grabbing the set out of his hands. She walked into the fitting room. Chad wanted to follow her in but didn’t want to seem like a creep, so he waited.

He scrolled aimlessly on his phone, watching a girl leave the fitting room. He heard shuffling, and a loud sigh. “Chad?” Y/N shouted from her room.

“Hm?”

“Can you,” another sigh. “Can you help me?”

He chuckled before standing up and knocking on her door. She opened it a tad, letting him in. “Alright babe, I’m here to assist-“

Chad’s mouth, figuratively speaking, was on the ground. She was wearing the set he had admired previously, but the garter was clipped on. His eyes immediately went to her breasts, and he practically drooled at the sight.

“Can you help me with the garter?” She asked, huffing as she tried to clip it on.

He nodded quickly, his hands instantly reaching to her thighs. He stuck his tongue out as he focused on clipping it on, but failed to do so. She let out a groan and slumped in the chair. Her hips slid towards his face, and her legs spread open. Chad’s eyes flicked up in between, and he felt himself get hard again.

“So, I know you said things were over, but, your vagina is quite literally in my face.” Chad said, looking up at her. She let out a slight laugh.

“What’re you gonna do about it?”

Oh.

Now that set off Chad.

His eyes turned dark, and he grabbed at her waist, causing her to yelp. He shushed her by smashing his lips on hers, and he practically ripped the panties off. She gasped at the cold air, and Chad grinded his hips into hers.

He picked her up in his arms, holding her ass with his hands.

“Chad-We can’t, We can’t do this here. Someone will hear,” she whispered, panting.

He only kissed her neck sloppily, and slowly pulled down his sweats and boxers. “Then I guess you’re gonna have to keep your mouth shut.”

Chad shoved his dick inside of her, instantly moaning at her warm feeling. He rocked his hips up into hers, and he squeezed her ass. Her hand flew to cover over her mouth, muffling her moans.

He thrusted his hips into her at a quick pace, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

“Fuck you always hug me so tight,” he whimpered.

She only moaned in response, wrapping her legs around his wait. His chest bounced as he moved, and he started to play with her tits. At this point, they were shameless, moaning and whining each other’s name, having no care in the world to who heard them.

“Chad,” she said, breathlessly.

He looked at her, still sliding his dick in and out of her smoothly.

“I’m gonna cum,”

Chad only chucked dryly, his ego boosted. “Already baby? What, poor thing isn’t used to this kind of treatment from her sweet boyfriend?” Chad mocked.

“Don’t talk about him while you’re- Ah! Fuck, while you’re inside me,” she protested.

“I bet he wishes he could fuck you like this. Hell, fuck you at all!” She started clenching around him even harder. “I bet he thinks about you when he touches himself, huh?” He whispered, teasingly.

Her eyes started to water at the spot the tip of his dick hit perfectly, repeatedly.

“I bet you think about my cock when you two make out. Do you baby? Do you think of your little secret’s cock?”

She nodded rapidly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he continued to pound into her.

“Are you gonna let me cum inside you baby? Like the good girl you are?” He whispered, his mouth pressed up to her ear. Again, she nodded desperately.

He grunted, rolling his hips into her a few more times before cumming inside of her, her finishing along with him. Chad looked down in between them as sweat dripped down his forehead. He half-smirked at the sight of his white liquid spilling onto the pair of panties. It was alright though, he had planned to buy them for her anyways.

#scream #scream 6 #scream vi #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin #chad meeks imagine #chad meeks smut #mason gooding #jack champion

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aphroditeinthesea · 5 months ago

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I love your work so much omg 😭 🙏🏻 you’re such a good writer 🫶🏻

I saw you were looking for requests 👀 and I was wondering if you’d be willingly to do Leo Valdez x f!reader where they are kinda rivals (yk they just bicker all the time) both working on the argo together or making weapons with a team in the forge. But then some guy joins their team and starts mansplaining the basic equipment. There’s just situation after situation where the reader will explain something to the guy and he won’t listen but then the second Leo says it he gets it. And at first Leo kinda notices but just thinks it’s because he’s in charge and stuff. At some point though he overhears the guy showing her how to do something (the wrong way) and he’s like “yo back off man, she knows what she’s doing”. Maybe he even protects her from open flames when the guy almost burns her handling the equipment wrong (something she’d told him a million times before)?? Maybe both happen idk?? The two just become close after that and he ends up confessing or something

Sorry about how much I wrote 😭 your request rules said you liked the requests to be specific and I wasn’t sure how in-depth to write… so if that’s too much you can totally take a bunch of it out lol (I work with power tools because I’m an arts major and I’ve had so many guys trying to explain basic power tools to me… so this has been on my mind for MONTHSSS)

“ i’m a feminist, obviously (but i wouldn’t really mind him saving me) ”

leo valdez x fem!reader 🔨

⚠️ o/c being creepy, mansplaining, almost getting set on fire

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“That’s not,” Y/N stormed over to the boy. She grabbed the wrench out of his hands and began turning it, “righty tighty, lefty loosey.”

“What did you just say to me?” He scoffed.

“You were turning your wrench the wrong way, Valdez,” she replied, handing the tool back to him.

He grabbed it from her, crossing his arms, “for your information, that’s exactly how I wanted it.”

She rolled her eyes, “did you sleep, like at all?”

“A little.”

She huffed, “get some sleep, I’ll clean up.”

“No,” he defended, “I just need to finish this up-”

“If you try to use power tools why you're half asleep, you'll end up getting yourself killed,” she grabbed the wrench from him again, “and you know who’ll have to clean up your dead body? Me, and that’s gross.”

“You're too good to me.”

“Fuck off.”

He chuckled, wiping his forehead, “okay, fine. I’m heading out.”

“Bye,” she waved him off.

“See you later, sweet cheeks.”

“Shut up!”

He closed the door of bunker nine behind him, leaving her alone. She sighed with relief, tightening a few loose screws.

She hummed to herself as she began cleaning the mess around her. She picked up some tools, placing them back on their shelves.

“Nice song.”

She jumped at the voice. She turned around to see a boy standing by the stairs. “What are you doing?”

“I’m Marcus,” he replied, walking closer to her, causing her to slowly back up, “son of Hermes.”

“Well, what are you doing here?”

He put a hand on the ship, “heard you're working on this Argo thing, figured I could give a few pointers.”

She grabbed a toolbox, quickly walking away, “we don't need any help, thanks though.”

“Come on,” he smiled, following her, “you can always use some help, the more the merrier, right?”

“Take it up with Leo,” she answered, avoiding eye contact with her. She rushed to collect her things and made an escape to the door.

“I’ll walk you back.”

“I’m fine,” she sighed, opening the door and walking out.

She almost forgot about the incident the next day when she walked into the bunker. She found Leo with an annoyed look on his face, digging through a toolbox.

“What’s up with you, Bernard?” She commented as she walked towards the son of Hephaestus. She knew it was a stupid name, but she did love how much he hated it. She also loved the fact that he didn't understand it (she started using it more after finding out he had never seen the Santa Clause movies).

He sighed, “Mr. Macho over there,” he nodded his head toward the boy from the night before playing with a blowtorch. “He convinced Chiron that he should be working on this, too.”

She scrunched her face, “he gives me the creeps.”

“You know him?”

“He came in here last night after you left,” she explained, “I think he has a thing for me or something.”

Leo’s face tensed, his fist clenching around the hammer he held, “you think?”

“Hope not.” She took a deep breath before walking past the tall boy to grab some extra wood.

“Hey,” he grinned at her, “miss me?”

She forced a smile, walking away from him, “you know it.” She cursed herself for trying so hard to be nice to the little fucker, but she really didnt feel like starting something right then.

The day went on with her desperately trying to ignore his comments towards her. She found herself staying by Leo’s side in hopes that Marcus would think they were dating. As much as the idea grossed her out, it was better than some weirdo thinking he had a chance with her.

“I’m gonna head out,” Marcus mentioned, wiping off his hands with a rag.

“Bye,” Leo spoke flatly. Y/N stayed silent but let out a breath of relief when the boy walked out.

Leo looked up at her, noticing her change in demeanor, “are you okay?”

“What?” She met his eyes, “yeah, yeah,” she nodded, “I’m fine.”

He raised an eyebrow, “are you sure? Because I can figure out a way to get him out of here, if you want?”

She shook her head, “thanks, Leo. But, I’m fine, really.”

“Okay,” he breathed out before looking back to continue what he was doing.

She grabbed the blowtorch Marcus had formerly been using. She began using it (i don't know how they work i’m sorry), when Marcus walked back into the bunker, he immediately rushed over to her.

She rolled her eyes as he wrapped his hands around hers, “you're using it wrong.”

“I don't think I am.”

“No, you hold it like this-”

“She knows what she’s doing,” Leo called over.

Marcus just shook his head, “see when you do this,” soon the flames blew back towards them. Marcus threw the blowtorch down in the direction of Y/N in a panic. The flames spewed out and before Y/N could react, she felt herself pulled into a corner, tanned arms wrapped around her.

“What’s the matter with you?!” Leo yelled, his arms tightening.

“Look, it was her fault,” the son of Hermes motioned his hand towards the girl.

“Are you kidding? Since she’s been here, nobody’s almost died (italic). Then the second you walk in you almost turn her into toast!”

She nervously sighed. She slowly reached her hands up to hold onto his forearms, brushing her thumb against his skin.

“You shouldn't have a girl working on this in the first place, there's no way she knows anything about this!”

Leo took a deep breath before yelling once again, “get out!”

“What?” The boy scoffed.

“Get out!”

Her heart rate quickened. Despite all her fighting with him, she had never seen him this angry. She watched as Marcus shook his head before stomping out of the bunker.

Leo’s grip on her loosened, letting turn around to look at him, “are you okay?” He asked, briefly looking her up and down for any wounds.

She nodded, “I’m okay,” she looked up at his face, yet avoiding eye contact, “thank you.”

He softly smiled down at her, “yeah, well, that guy was an ass.”

She giggled, nodding in agreement.

“Don't worry, I’ll set him on fire next time I see him.”

She wrapped her arms around his torso, “thanks, really.”

“Of course,” he nestled his nose into her hair, “if anything happened to you, I think I would have actually killed him.”

“Good to know.”

#leo valdez x you #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez fanfic #leo valdez imagine #leo valdez fluff #protective!leo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians

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thiccsys · 10 months ago

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as i rolepkay killer for the first time i realize that he is much more fun if i rewrite him and his relationship with nightmare to my silly advantage.

i never liked the stages of his. i think calling it stages is weird. i like putting them as dissociative states, where depending on how affected by Nightmare he is he is more or less dissociated. dissociation comes with things described in his stages (i forgot but i know its true) so hes just. got a silly dissociative disorder. do i know which one? no. but i’ll probably diagnose him one day to make my writing even better.

now, its sooo hard to find info on him. since his creator mostly removed the info about him its soo hard to figure out how he works. but thanks to some friends and stuff ive heard down the line ive gotten only a few things, such as

- he’s arabic! i’m pretty sure he knows how to speak arabic as well

- killer would and had flirted with nightmare

- his sleeveless turtleneck is fanon 😭

- he’s basically sans that accepted a deal with chara or something (idk its emo)

- Hes nightmare’s only canonical subordinate. horror and dust are fanon (they’d all hate each other)

- nightmare has and will kill and replace killer if things go wrong

i have SOOOO LITTLE on him and because theres so little about him im leaving the rest up to my interpretation! i’m pretty sure its true that he works with nightmare for the fun, but (here come headcanons) its not all fun since nightmare needs negativity— and that includes being from killer. he has a love-hate relationship with is and is in denial about nightmare actually caring/actually needing him. he’s undyingly loyal but is prone to being swayed or redeemed (if he did this, however, he’d be killed and replaced).

i love taking my own interpretation about killer! i’m doing a kross rp right now withba friend and its a blast. it’s lots of fun to build up killer’s character in a way that i like (since.. from what ive heard canon killer isnt entirely to my tastes).

BUT IF ANNYONE has canon information from memory/a source for canon info about killer written down i’d love you forever if you sent me links/rambled in my ask inbox :3

#undertale #utmv #undertale aus #killer sans #love him #hes handsome #please link me canon info tho #pls utmv fandom do ur work

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clanoffelidae · 24 days ago

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I don’t have an updated picture of her but I’ve been working on my lab wolf some more. Idk if I ever shared a picture here to begin with so this is her from a while ago. :)

I had to hide her a while back because we had an important tour group coming by, so I stashed her in that little space you can see behind the paper stand (black thing right behind the wolf) and the broken glass box (white box to the left with the bright orange biohazard trash bags). Because I then put paper in said paper stand I no-object-permanence forgot she was there lmao

She’s made entirely of stuff from within the lab, mostly scrap paper that would need to be shredded anyway, some wooden stir sticks we use to agitate samples (we work with serum but sometimes samples have clots we have to agitate so the serum can be separated out since the clot is stuck to the side of the tube and won’t let the serum separate, horses also tend to have fiber clots that basically hold the serum captive and so we squish it out with the stick before centrifuging), some bits of scrap parafilm that would be thrown out otherwise (we order some liquid media that comes parafilmed shut and normally the parafilm would just get trashed, it’s on sterile media so it’s not contaminated or anything, I would NEVER use parafilm that had been on a sample lmao), and tape :)

My bosses don’t mind bc she’s something I work on very scarcely during short incubation periods I don’t have time to do anything productive with, or for a few minutes at the end of the day etc. For instance the test I currently run has some wash cycles where I put the slides in a basin with some PBS and they sit on a plate that automatically moves in a circle to gently wash them for 3 minutes, then I change out the PBS and let it go for another 3 minutes, then change the PBS and it goes for 4 minutes, then I can continue. This happens twice throughout the test and I’ll use these short periods to finish filling out some paperwork if it’s not done, but if it is then like 🤷 whoever’s running the test will usually just sit/stand there waiting to change the PBS so my bosses don’t mind if I work on lab wolf a little bit during those times. She doesn’t take up much space, I know to hide her from higher ups who might disapprove, and is just a fun little thing for me to do to keep myself occupied and I’m clearly enjoying myself so there’s no reason for them to snip at me. I also do some origami out of scrap paper and they’ve told me to de-clutter before when I made too much and I didn’t mind, it was just something to do to keep my hands occupied, so they know I’ll get rid of her if I have to (albeit not without a fair bit of sadness as I’ve put much more work into her than any of the origami 🥲)

And the only things she’s made of that wouldn’t be trashed anyway are some tape and wooden sticks. We throw the sticks out if we accidentally drop them and she’s the only thing I’ve made with them, and she uses about as much tape as we might use to shut two broken glass boxes to send down for autoclaving, and we send down at least half a dozen a week, so it’s not as if I’m repurposing all of our lab supplies for arts and crafts or anything lmao. So no one really minds as long as I’m not working on her excessively, don’t let her get in the way of work, and make sure to hide her/not work on her when an audit or tour group is coming by.

I call her my lab wolf not just because she’s something I work on at the lab but because she can’t LEAVE the lab due to our rules about decontaminating anything that leaves the lab. She wouldn’t be able to be safely decontaminated so she can’t ever leave the lab. In the lab she was born and in the lab she shall die one day. At MOST if we were moving to a new lab location she might be able to be put in a bag, have the outside of that cleaned, and then unpacked once back in the lab, but I could never take her home or anything.

Sadly I never brought my phone in to get a picture of her during her early stages, this is the only picture I have, but she actually has a jointed spine/tail and a rib cage under there for support! Of course, with all the tape/paper/parafilm on top she doesn’t have much range of movement anymore, but her neck/spine/tail is made of small cut pieces of stir stick taped together, and had quite a good range of motion when naked! The rib cage was both to increase her weight at her center of mass to make her more stable, and so that way I had a good base to work with to help make sure her chest was larger than her abdomen. :) You can still feel some of the ribs if you gently push along her chest, and cab faintly see a shadow of one in front of her shoulder there!

She’s definitely not the most anatomically correct or impressive statue out there but she’s just something I’m doing for fun at work during my occasional down moments where I don’t have the time to start anything else, and I love her :)

#arts and crafts #sculpture #paper sculpture #tape sculpture #sort of?#she’s made of several materials #parafilm is thin sheets of parafin wax btw #i mostly used them to help keep the wadded up paper that bulks up her torso in place #used it with the tape #especially used it on her chest since it could work with her ribs better #to keep the paper inside from moving #ill try and get an updated picture soon #she just has more fur now haha

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years ago

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Kenma hanging out with his 6 month old baby because her mom went to work (training is very rough now!!)

9:00 AM

“ Kenma!”

“ yes babe?”

He asks leaving the bedroom.

“ Are you really busy today?? I can’t leave karrie (THATS HER NAME OKAY) to kuro cause he said he’ll be having a meeting, and akaashi said his mental health is lower than the gas prices so he can’t take care of a child right now, but anyways can you take care of her??”

“ sure babe. I just have to go to some proposals and meetings and stream until 11pm.”

“Okay! I’ll be home around 6:30 be responsible kenma!”

“ Bye! say bye karrie.”

Your husband gets his daughter’s hand and makes a wave motion.

(Baby Karrie’s POV)

10:00 AM

You’re stuck in an uncomfortable baby seat in a car where the air freshener smells like cake.

You wail.

“ whats wrong sweetheart? C’mere”

your dad then lowers the air conditioning (he thinks it’s getting too cold and he unfortunately forgot to bought an extra blanket) (you threw up on the first one)

“ Okay we’re here. If anyone looks at you weirdly just wail at their faces.” He chuckles.

“ okay everyone, what’s up? What’s the new idea?”

“ KENMA IS THAT UR KID? OH MY GOD SHE LOOKS LIKE YOU SO MUCH.” Hinata says.

“ SEE? SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL” kuro adds.

“ We’re getting a little bit off-topic here guys.”

Akaashi says.

“ Can we get mcdonalds?” Bokuto asks.

“ Can you all tell me why I’m here instead of making my wailing daughter go to bed??”

“ CAN WE ADD SPARKLY CAPES TO OUR UNIFORMS??”

Bokuto asks.

“ THAT WOULD BE SO COOL CAN WE DO THAT?”

Hinata adds.

“ first off, stop yelling you’re scaring my child, second, you guys are volleyball players not superman.”

“ anything else?”

Kenma asks, getting impatient yet his daughter was chewing on the blonde tips of his hair.

“ CAN WE DO AN AD?” Bokuto says.

“For?”

“ IDK ANYTHING ELSE?”

You see your father touching the bride of his nose.

You kept on babbling random things until-

“ dada??”

“Yes- wait what?”

“ Oh my GOD! SHE SAID HER FIRST WORD!” Bokuto screams.

“ I am so proud of that baby!”

Kuro says.

Akaashi fell asleep on the table while hinata broke the water dispenser (its leaking on the floor) bokuto’s drawing on the whiteboard explain how having sparkly capes on uniforms would make their performance better (newsflash he most likely would trip on them)

12:00 PM

(Lunch!)

“ I’m getting hungry and those guys wasted OUR time when we could be playing games, wanna eat fruits and lunch??”

You pointed to the chips.

“ these?? I don’t think you can have these.. but heres a peice of orange.”

(Kenma’s Point of View)

1:00pm

“ We’re finally home, thank goodness, you tired sweetheart?”

You put your tired daughter on the crib, it’s nice seeing her be peaceful for a while. she looks like her beautiful mother.

As the computer opens, you post an announcement saying you’ll be streaming at 4PM ( hoping your daughter is awake by then)

2:00 PM

(Kenma’s POV)

As you prepare to stream (updating games, preparing snacks and water also 3 cans of energy drinks and somehow a bag of chips bigger than your daughter)

You get a phone call.

“ Hey honey!”

“ hey babe? Hows work?”

“ Yeah it’s good, its just that-“

You hear what’s probably sakusa and atsumu screaming at each other, kageyama and hinata not agreeing to a single thing, and bokuto on the corner who managed to squeeze himself there.

“ Y’know you could quit, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“ silly. I can’t! I like this job, these idiots are my friends, and so are yours too.”

“ I got to go babie! Bye!”

“Bye.” You say dropping the call.

3:00 PM

Just an hour left, you started the stream with a timer popping up (R THOSE RIGHT I SEE PEEPS ON TWITCH DOING THOSE)

Getting all the stuff you need on a small table next to your desk, You kinda feel lonely, your daughter is sleeping and your wife is hanging out with her friends.

“She’s better with me.”

“I miss her so much.”

4:00 PM

(kenma’s pov)

“ she’s not awake yet? That’s weird.”

You check on your daughter on the other room ( she’s still there don’t worry)

“ that’s rare.”

As the stream starts everyone and the chat goes loud.

“ hey guys. What’s up?”

After 30 minutes of being focused on a game, you check up on your daughter again.

“ She’s still asleep?? Is this even normal? She’s not crying as if we’re cooking her alive??? wow!”

He goes back to the room.

“ sorry to keep you guys waiting. Let’s continue this.”

stancats4: Why do you keep on leaving the room??

You see the question, you get a bit irritated by this question yet answer by:

“ Just busy taking care of someone special. That’s all” you smile.

The chat somehow goes wild with you smiling, this is how far they can get with you anyways.

5:00 PM

( Kenma’s POV)

“ She’s still asleep?? Wow.”

You’re looking at your peaceful daughter, who’s been sleeping for 4 hours now.

It’s getting lonely, you miss them both even if they’re near.

As the last game comes to an end, you ask the chat what to play next?

“ this is like the last chapter what else do you guys wanna play??”

matchalatte: you should play animal crossing!

You squint your eyes to see the suggestion

“ animal crossing?? Sure i guess.”

Moments after joining the game you hear a famillar sound.

Your daughter was crying from the other room.

You rushed there.

“ hey baby, had a great nap didn’t you?? Come here with me.”

( here’s where more chaos starts.)

“ Okay guys, let’s continue.”

“ No karrie- thats my CPU that heats up, you’ll get hurt. No- karrie!”

(He’s not mad dw)

“ what are you pointing to??”

She’s pointing to the can of energy drink.

“ You can’t have that, anyways eat this.”

You paused the game.

Your daughter ends up crying really loud.

“ What’s wrong?, this isn’t even expired.”

You taste the baby food (just checking if its still good ofc)

“ what the- YUCK. If i was an 8 month old baby and they told me to eat this, I’d cry louder than you, let’s get you nicer food.”

He brings his laptop, and then goes to the kitchen.

“ Okay you like bananas right? Let’s mush them with honey”

after minutes of doing the work you spoon feed your daughter.

“ Okay guys, might aswell end this. Bye for now.”

He ended it early because he thought his daughter was getting tired and scared of the webcam.

6:00 PM

As the blue sky slowly and slowly fades, you craddling your daughter, knowing this won’t last forever.

Yes she’ll always be your daughter you think, but will she always need you? Will she ever call one day and tell you how was her day? Will she ever remember you when she has a family of her own?

This sounds like he’s overthinking yet, he just likes to think how he’s enjoying every moment because all of this, everything that surrounds him, will never last forever.

He hears the doorknob jingle a bit.

“I’m home!” (Y/N says)

“ how’s our sweet cherry??”

“ she’s doing good, just good.”

Shout out to Venn for keeping the live action headcanons rolling 🥰

#my lovely bbys #live action headcannons 🤣#follower headcanons #venn noculus

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gaybd1 · 1 year ago

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okay sorry I need one more vent post

my roommate at the old place, I’ve always gotten along great with (our dogs are best friends and she pretty much raised mine when she rescued his as a baby)

is there a bit of a language barrier there? yeah

but also she’s just passive aggressive like I never cleaned the house a lot but tbh neither did she. and anytime I did do anything I think she just assumed it was her boyfriend who’s ALWAYS there? but we would never have a conversation about a single thing house-wise

like okay, if I’m cooking I’m gonna wash all the dishes in the sink, not just my own. But several times I’ll leave like. A cup in there for a day (it’s just one cup!! it needs friends before I can wash!!) but then she uses dishes and washes allll of hers but leaves me the cup? Shit like that. But like overall it’s been fine

We had a two year lease and we just finished one year (we lived together somewhere else for a year before that) and

1. only her name is on the lease. hehehe fine by me

2. she knew the landlord prior to renting (a former student’s parents I think?)

3. this house was tiny okay

So anyway in the last year her boyfriend has been totally living there full time which we never really had a discussion over and somehow I’m still in charge of 14,000 of the 25,000 rent (my room is bigger but ????) and half the utilities

So I got a job out of town and the conversation evolved from

“I got a job out of town but I’ll keep living here bc I know we committed to two years and it would be shitty to leave you”

“Actually what if I did move out?” to which she was like “okay sure, I can find someone to move into your room”

Wow, permission, great

I started looking at places but it took about a month to land anything. Work hasn’t started yet anyway.

The first week I start going up for the new job I casually mentioned my move in conversation to which she was like “wtf I thought you weren’t doing that anymore? you just never left so I told the person I had lined up that they can’t have the room??” and I’m like. Okay all of this is brand new information to me, I didn’t know I was on a time crunch??

anyway I did find a place and signed for it and was like “listen I know this is a shitty situation (and I know I make way more money- I didn’t say that part) so I’m offering to keep paying for my room here even though I’m not living here” and she was like “that’s crazy I can’t ask you to do that” and we never even continued/revisited that conversation??

Anyway as soon as she knew I was leaving she just mentally checked out and the interaction between us wasn’t huge. I think she judged me for some reason? like she didn’t think I was putting my dog in the best situation by moving to a bigger city?

She recently quit her job (she’s opening a restaurant now or something?) and randomly MARRIED HER BOYFRIEND who STILL for some reason won’t take over my part of the lease like girl you were so ready for me to be out of there anyway.

Anyway not that I expected it but she didn’t help me with this move at all. Not even for like translation things that we both know would have helped me. I even asked if someone could be down at the old house to help load the movers when I waited for them up here with the dog and she made some excuse, like okay

So this has been HARD to do all alone (she forgets, she’s been in a relationship for years) especially being gone for work 12 hours a day without a day off. So I forgot some small stuff moving (also I’ve never moved out of a place still being lived in- that’s hard to make sure you’re not forgetting anything) and like. I had some extra moving boxes (brand new) that I left for her bc why not and she wasn’t home for me to ask if she wanted them

So anyway she’s been texting me

1. you forgot your pictures on the walls! (“omg no way I will have to make time to come get them”)

2. all these cleaning supplies in the bathroom? im gonna throw them away for you I guess idk why you forgot them (lol I know you’ve never cleaned a bathroom but ??? I left those on purpose bc you’re still living there?????)

3. you left some food in the cabinet I’ll help you throw it away (it was like. rice and vinegar. again, thought those might come in handy)

4. “did you forget your boxes?” “no I thought you might want to use them” “so I think you should take them with you when you come get the pictures” “lol I mean if you don’t want them you can just recycle them?”

and then she went OFF on me like “I’ve been dealing with your mess ever since I got home and I just really hate that dismissive tone you used just now”

like ?????????

yoh I know this is a long ass post but wtf do I do about that like I’d like to continue being friends even though she’s seemed far from interested in that for a while now…

#this is long im SORRY but advice would be helpful #I still haven’t replied and we STILL gotta figure out what we’re doing about the rent/apartment???

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chosovixen · 2 years ago

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Hi idk if you feel comfortable writing this but could you write like an eddie x reader where he's older like 31 and reader is 23 or 24. She just moved in to the neighborhood and her husband sucks he's older like mid 40s and completely ignores her. He only married her for her looks. But her and eddie become fast friends and she starts having an affair with him. Then one day her husband finds out and tries to fight eddie and stuff. You can make the ending fluffy like reader left her husband for eddie.

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ! ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ʀᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ, ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ!💚

ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ!!

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ!!: 18+, ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ, ꜱᴘɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ᴏʀᴀʟ(ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ!!

Usually, you’d be having a nice conversation while sipping on some cheap wine you bought at the market with your husband, but tonight, like the past few nights this week, you indulged in another cold meal by yourself. You wanted to make things work; you even waited, hoping that the mashed potatoes wouldn’t taste like ice this time, but he disappointed once again.

After gulping down the last bit of wine, you placed your dishes in the sink, giving them a quick wash before grabbing the plastic wrap off the top of the cupboards. You carefully wrapped his plate and stored it in the fridge for him to find, then made your way to your shared bedroom, taking in the emptiness and stillness of the atmosphere—sluggishly dragging yourself into the bathroom, you couldn’t help but stare at yourself in the mirror. The more you looked, the more you couldn’t understand. Was there something you were doing wrong? You thought. You believed you were doing everything right, from dressing and looking presentable to cooking for a man who clearly didn’t appreciate it. Nonetheless, you rinsed your mouth out as well as the thought of being a terrible housewife out and jumped into bed—pulling the cool sheets over yourself. Drifting off to sleep, you could hear the downstairs front door open but being as comfortable as you were, you didn’t get up to check who it was.

•---»

You woke to the smell of coffee brewing—jolting up, you frantically looked at the time. Shit, 7:40. Practically screaming at yourself, you threw some slippers on and rushed down to the kitchen. The smell of coffee grew stronger as you watched your husband pour a bit of half & half into his cup, the floorboard creaked, and he whipped his head around to watch as you tried sneaking your way in.

“Was wondering when you’d wake.”

“Yeah, sorry, I overslept,” you admitted.

“I can tell. You were tired?” he asked while making his way over to the table.

“A bit.”

“Well, you know I leave for work around eight. The last thing I should be worrying about is making coffee. I even had to pack my own lunch. I shouldn’t have to, but” he chuckled. “Here we are.”

“You sure were capable, huh?” you whispered under your breath.

“What?”

“I said I’m sorry, sweetie.” you gritted your teeth. The one time you forgot to pack his lunch, he cried about it but never once has he complimented or appreciated your efforts in making a hot meal for him that he couldn’t care enough to show up to.

“We need more bread, oh and those little chocolate cakes I like.” he reminded, as he flipped to the next page of his newspaper.

“I’ll stop by the grocer today.”

“I’d hope so,” he said, and for a moment, as you gripped the plate in your hand, you wondered what it would be like to experience some peace, some tranquility without the constant nagging. “And stop by Family Video to pick up a good movie, too. Not those crappy horror films,” he added.

“Sure thing, honey.”

And with that, he finished the rest of his coffee, placed and quick peek on your cheek, and swiftly headed out the door, making his way to work.

•---»

You sighed as you peered through the aisles—skimming through the scarce selections of movies you’d think your husband would like, but nothing fitted his aesthetic. Just as you were about to give up, ready to take whatever lecture he had ready for you when you got home, a movie was placed in front of your face. You stared at it as it hovered there for a moment, then trialing your eyes to the source, you relaxed. A curly-headed man with an unlit cigarette sticking out of his mouth dangled the movie in front of you, motioning for you to take it.

“Dirty Dancing? Really?” you scoffed.

“You look the type.” the man stated.

“And what type is that?” you questioned, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You know,” he gave you a slight shrug. “The typical hopeless romantic, who can predict every cliche in the movie because you’ve seen almost every single one just like it.”

“I look typical to you?”

“That’s not what I meant.” he quickly backtracked, pulling the movie away from you.

“Yeah, sure you didn’t.” you fixed your bag on your shoulder as you made your way to another aisle to find better luck.

“I swear didn’t. It just came out wrong,” he promised. You hummed, stopping in the horror aisle—slightly browsing the names. They all looked great, but you couldn’t get any, not after what your husband requested.

“So I guess you really aren’t typical.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “Not that; that was my initial thought of you.”

“Yeah?” you questioned, fingers grazing the covers softly. “What were you thinking when you first saw me.”

He choked a bit as he chewed his lip. “Well, I'm not really sure. I just tried to play it safe.”

“Safe? You tried to play it safe by handing me one of the most basic movies ever?” you wanted so much as to laugh in his face, but he was trying. At what? You weren’t sure. “What do you take me for, Mr…?”

“Munson, Eddie Munson, and I take you for nothing but charming.”

“Charming?” you knitted your brows together.

“Yeah, now that I know you have a thing for horror, I have no choice but to be impressed. Not a lot of women like horror. It’s too ‘gory,’ they say.” he rolled his eyes slightly.

“Well, I love horror. It’s one of my favorite genres,” you told, all the while as you inched your way closer to him, forcing him back onto the shelf.

“So why not get a horror film? Why go to the crappy romance section?”

And you paused, blinking slightly.

“Cause my husband hates it.”

Now Eddie was the one raising an eyebrow at you. “Husband?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh,” a hint of disappointment lacing his voice. “Sounds like a drag.” You chuckled, and he couldn’t contain his smile.

“A bit of a drag indeed,” you agreed.

“Well, take this,” he handed you Dirty Dancing, and you hesitated. “If he likes it, you owe me a movie date.”

You reluctantly took the movie as he pulled out a piece of paper and pen to jot down his digits, then slipping it into your jeans pocket, he leaned in and whispered. “And if he hates it, you owe me a movie date.”

•---»

Pots and pans sizzled as you hurried to cook everything in time for your husband's arrival—excited to finally spend some quality time with him for what seemed like the longest. But as the hours went by, the food got cold, and your patience ran thin. You didn’t think as you began to scrape the food into the trash bin; frustration took over as tears trickled down your face, and furiously throwing plates into the sink, you cursed under your breath. He promised he’d be on time after demanding a better movie; you’d think he’d at least try and be here but here you were once again, taking the bait like a fool.

The phone rang, which added to your irritation—as you made your way to the phone, you took a deep breath and then unhooked the phone, pulling it to your ear.

“Hello.”

“Hey honey, I’m stuck at the office, so I won’t be home till...I don’t know, but I’ll call you later.”

You were composed and collected as you listened closely. Wanting to rip the phone off the hook and scream, you instead opted for a more reasonable approach.

“Sure, I’ll see you later.”

“Thanks for understanding. Love you, hon-”

The line cut as you quickly slammed it back on the hook.

•---»

The rest of the night was quiet as you lay in bed sipping your cheap red wine. You pondered on the thought of going out and seeing what the town had to offer, but with your state of mind, it wasn't an option. Just as you were about to go to bed, the phone rang, and you groaned while making your way downstairs. The ring vibrated your core making you groan louder as you shuffled your way to the line.

“Yes, honey?” you answered upon picking the phone up.

“Honey? Didn’t know we already had pet names for each other,” the voice on the other line amused.

“Oh shit, Eddie, hey. How are you?” you chuckled as you sleepily rubbed your face.

“I’m good. How’d your husband like that boring old movie?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Huh?”

“He’s still at work, Eddie.”

“It’s 11:37. There’s no way he’s at work right now,” Eddie concluded, and you couldn’t help but agree—you were so tired of the nonsense that you didn’t care to react. “How about we move that movie date up to tonight?” You listened. “I’ll bring my all-time favorite horror films, and you make the popcorn. Sounds good?”

“You want to watch them at my place?” you asked.

“Well yeah.” there was a slight pause, and the line went quiet. “Oh, come on, I’m not some creepy stalker who wants to know where you live so that I could potentially kill you.”

“Eddie, what the hell! I wasn’t thinking that at all.”

“What?”

“I was just wondering what my husband would say if he saw you here. I wasn’t thinking about you killing me in my own home. Geez, what’s wrong with you.” you laughed. Your laugh was music to his ears, not his typical headbanger but a warm spring feel instead, like a Kate Bush song Max had snuck into a mixtape she made him. It made his head lay in armistice, like the way ones head would go hazy as they lay on the soft grass staring at the fluffy clouds trying to make out the possible shapes.

“Eddie, you there? Are you really thinking about killing me?”

“Huh, no, I was just, um,” he cleared his throat. “Sorry, I was just looking for the perfect movie.”

“Okay. If you say so.” you chuckled lightly, and he felt his heart skip. His hands were sweaty as he gripped the phone tightly; he wanted to say something but hummed in response.

After giving him the address to your home, you hung up the phone, put some drinks out, and made some popcorn while you waited.

•---»

The air was chill as you waited on your porch steps. Then emerged a figure at your front gate.

“Couldn’t wait to see me?”

“No, just making sure that if you were to kill me, you wouldn’t end up stealing any of my stuff.” you joked, and Eddie opened the gate, making his way to you.

“You do know that I could still kill you and then break into your home—stealing anything my little metal heart desired.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Spoken like a true psycho.” Eddie shrugged, brushing past you to stand in front of your door, and you followed behind him. Placing a hand on his back, you moved to open the unlocked door, and you could feel him flinch a little.

“Don’t be scared now, Eds.” a new nickname for someone you’ve just met, and he doesn’t even know yours.

You two made your way inside—taking off your shoes and shuffling down the hall to find yourselves in the living room.

“I’ve got to say this is a really nice home,” Eddie stated.

“Well, when you marry a lawyer, you get nice things, I suppose,” you said while popping open a coke for you both. You handed him the drink and then showed him where the VCR was. He thanked you and blew on the tape before putting it in.

“What’s the movie?”

“You’ll see.” he looked back, giving you a dearly smile, and you shook your head—chuckling softly to yourself.

The movie played for a bit, but you couldn’t really focus on it. Maybe you were tired, maybe it wasn’t that gory for your liken, or maybe it was the way Eddie sat on the couch, legs spread wide as he had one hand in the bowl of popcorn and the other rested on his lap—just inches away from the zipper of his jeans. You bit your lip—watching his hand graze his legs for no particular reason, but it didn’t matter cause you weren’t complaining. You thought about how it would feel to have his big hands caressing you all over—maybe even one hand reaching down to play with your puffy clit through your cotton panties, like you hoped someone would, but it was all in your head. There was nothing you could do except press your legs together, trying to get some friction going. Eddie noticed and couldn’t help but smirk to himself. He felt that you weren’t getting what you needed, but he didn’t think you’d get so horny for a rusty dude like him while watching a horror film. He found it almost amusing, really.

“If you keep rubbing your legs together so hard, you might start a fire.” you froze and hid yourself behind your coke bottle to diminish some of the embarrassment you were feeling.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No, it's fine.” he insisted. There was a split second where he looked at the movie and then back at you before asking. “Did give me your address hoping we’d fuck or…?”

“No! Not at all. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m really sorry.” you urged. He looked you up and down before standing up to tower over you. He pulled you up into a kiss, which was sloppy but passionate. He pulled away, and you trailed after him trying to feel his soft lips on yours again. A dark chuckle erupted from his throat as he pushed you back onto the couch—quickly dropped to his knees, spread your legs, and began slowly undoing the strings to your pajama bottoms.

“I know a bitch in heat when I see one.” and with that, your shorts were gone. He rubbed your thighs painfully softly, almost like a hover, and you yearned for his touch. Then, just as you were about to reach out to grab his hands, he hooked his arms under your legs, pulling them slightly above his head—letting your legs drape over his muscular shoulders. You let out a shuttered sigh—eyes fluttering as you felt his warm breath tickle your clothed clit.

“Please,” you whined.

“Please? Please, what, baby?” he cooed.

“Edd-” you gasped when he licked your slick over your panties. The feeling was skimpy but just enough for you to go crazy. You could feel him smile as he peppered your pussy with kisses.

“I’m gonna take care of you, okay baby? Give you everything you need, I promise.” he moaned against you, and you could hear the clinking of his belt—it made your cunt clench around absolutely nothing. He pulled your panties to the side, sliding the fabric under your bum so that it’d stay in place. He placed another kiss on your clit, and this time, you moaned aloud—feeling his soft, plump lips tickle your sex.

He took a finger and slid it up and down your entrance, spreading your juices all over. Then pressing his tongue against it, you shuddered. Eddie pulled away for a moment, making you whine at the lack of pleasure. You wanted to protest, but when you looked down at him, he had his lips pursed, and you watched as he spat directly on your clit—quickly licking it up before anything dropped, and you couldn’t help but moan out a ‘fuck.’

You spread your legs wider for him to cover more surface, and he chuckled deeply, vibrating on your core. “Greedy slut.”

Your toes curled as the tip of his tongue swirled against your clit—sucking harshly every once in a while, your breath began to hitch, and your chest started to waver up and down as you felt your climax steadily creeping up on you.

“Just like that, Eddie, fuck, I’m gonna come.”

He reached up to grab your tit—squeezing it roughy while continuing to suck, slurp and lick at your throbbing clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted as your orgasm ripped through you. Eddie pulled away, rubbing at your folds before slipping a finger in with ease. Your body turned, and you tried pushing him away as you were sensitive and unprepared for another orgasm.

“Eddie, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can, baby. Spread those pretty legs for me.”

And you did—spreading them wide as he pulled his fingers from you. He stood up again, making you feel small and exposed. Eddie sighed as he pulled his jeans and boxers down slightly, letting them rest on his hips as he held his aching cock in his large hands. Then taking his place between your legs again, he slid the tip up and down your folds—hitting your bud each time. The motion alone could get you off, but you needed more of him.

“Shit,” he hissed, and you looked up at him lustfully. “I was going to say I don’t have a condom, but how you’re looking at me makes me want to go in raw.”

“Please, Eddie, breed my greedy little cunt. I want nothing but to be filled with your seed,” you begged.

“Now, how would your husband react to you saying such filthy things to another man?” he chuckled—bringing his face close to yours, he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, and you hungrily kissed him back.

In the midst of such a heated kiss, Eddie slowly slipped himself into your warm wet core, earning a pleasured gasp as you pulled away from his lips, but he quickly latched his lips to yours again, muffling your outburst.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” he groaned.

Your back arched, and your jaw went slack as he pushed more of himself into you—you moaned uncontrollably at the fairly new feeling. No one, not even yourself, could make you feel like this. It was like ecstasy, though you’ve never had any. How your eyes rolled back and legs spread wider to feel more of him was all so new, he knew you needed this, and you knew you wanted this, but you both didn’t know how good it would feel.

As Eddie finally bottoms out, he bends down to place another short but sweet kiss on your lips—your foreheads touch- and he stares deeply into your eyes; nothing mattered that moment, not even the movie faintly playing in the background; all he cared about was you. The way you looked at him, soft features illuminating each time the tv flashed brightly. He couldn’t get enough of you, Eddie knew it was wrong to be fucking someone else's wife, but he couldn’t help it. You deserved much better—though he didn’t look the part, he such as hell could act it.

“I want to give you everything,” he said while caressing your cheek.

“Yeah? Then empty your balls into me right now.” And with that, he began slowly rocking his hips into you—gradually picking up the pace with each moan that escaped your throat. Eddie firmly placed his hand around your neck—squeezing lightly, and you quivered, feeling the cold metal of his rings touch your skin. The sound of your juices squelching made Eddie's cock throb violently, and he felt like he’d come any minute—he roughly pounded into you, balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

“Fuck, oh fuck, right there, Eddie, please.” he pounded into a spot that you’d never know about without meeting him. He listened and continued hitting that spot, feeling his climax creeping up on him. A knot began forming in the pit of your stomach, and Eddie could tell—smirking like a cocky little bastard, he reached down, pressing his thumb against your clit. You tried moving his hand, telling him that it was too much, but he didn’t listen and instead rubbed quick circles on it—speeding up your orgasm.

“Eddie, I’m gonna come.”

“Yeah? You gonna come.” he mocked. “Fuck,” he hissed, feeling your wall tighten around him. His thrust became slow and sloppy. Using whatever energy he had left, he pulled your legs onto his waist, making you wrap them tightly around him—driving himself deeper inside you. “I’m going to come deep inside this fucking pussy and make it mine; you hear me?”

“Yes, yes, I hear you, please Eddie, come inside me.”

He groaned lowly as his hips snapped against yours—warm liquid spilled inside you, tainting your gummy wall and making your core pulsate and your legs shook. Finally you were able to let go, coming all over his dick. You two stayed glued to each other for a moment—trying to catch your breath. Eddie looked down at your chest, rising and falling, then peered up at you. Your eyes were heavy but grew wide, feeling the veins of his dick tickle your walls as he dragged himself out of you. He chuckled—resting his forehead on yours.

“You deserve better.”

“Than what?” you tilted your head to the side, unsure what he could mean.

“I’m no expert, but if he doesn’t like horror movies. He’s probably a shitty husband. Besides, no pleased wife begs another man to breed them.” you both shared a laugh. “But seriously, I don’t have much to offer, but I have enough for us to be comfortable. ”

You stared at him. He was breathtaking, ultimately everything you could ask for in a man—caring, funny, and a great lover. You wanted so bad to take his offer, but something was holding you back, stopping you from just letting him sweep you off your feet and flee from this wretched place.

“You’re young, and you could have anyone you want. Even if it isn’t me, don’t waste your life wondering what it could’ve been like to have something good.”

There it was. A glimpse of the future, a mere speck of light shone on what was to come later. With what little time you’ve spent together, he’d already given so much and shown so much—you never wanted to let that bit of happiness you experienced to wither, so you pulled him in close, pressing your lips on his as your teeth tugged at his bottom lip. He groaned, and you got to taste a hint of blood—quickly swiping your tongue across his bottom lip, you pressed yourself harder into him to deepen the kiss, and when you pulled away, Eddie scanned your face waiting for an audible answer.

“I want you, Eddie. God, I want you.” you huffed out, and he laughed, placing another kiss on your tender lips. The moment was sweet, but the sound of keys jingled on the other side of the wall, and you both froze upon hearing the screen door open and then shut.

Fuck!

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luminnara · 4 years ago

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alpha!erasermic x pregnant!reader | ABO fluff

Request: Hiya! i’m wondering if you can do an alpha! erasermic x pregnant! omega! reader? maybe when both alphas leave their lunch at home and she goes to bring it to them. the reader and both alphas collectively have custody of hitoshi and eri, and the reader is heavily pregnant. preferably a female reader please, and none of class 1-a have met her. this is my first time requesting stuff so i hope i did okay! 😅

You did wonderfully! I love writing cute fluffy stuff like this, and it’s my first time writing any kind of erasermic thing even though I love them so much, so hopefully I did okay! Idk where exactly this sits timeline-wise, don’t worry about it, it’s omegaverse and I can do what I want lol. I took this prompt and sort of RAN with it, too

*also Mirio has his quirk back in this because it’s fun, and the reader has kind of a dodgy past because i wanted to add a little SPICE*

Warnings: a/b/o, pregnancy, the implications of Aizawa’s scarf and all of its uses

You sighed, resting a hand on your swollen belly. “Those two...”

You had only just gotten Eri out of bed, and, upon heading into the kitchen to fix her some breakfast, you saw two lovingly-prepared bento boxes sitting on the counter. Shota and Hizashi must have forgotten them in their hurry to get to UA earlier that morning, and while you knew they could very easily grab something to eat in the cafeteria, you hated the thought of these meals going to waste.

Besides, your inner omega was a bit miffed that they hadn’t taken your home cooked food to work with them. Was Lunch Rush’s food so much better than yours that your alphas would rather eat at school? You refused to believe that, even if his quirk was cooking. There was no way that he could make your alphas a meal that could compare to the kind you always cooked for them, and maybe it was the pregnancy hormones making you extra bristly about it, but you were determined to march right on over to UA and bring them their proper lunches.

Even if you were heavily, heavily pregnant. They’d probably have something to say about you leaving the house and waddling around Musutafu with only Eri as company, but you were tough enough to fend for yourself. And besides, it was only a quick train ride to the station outside the school, and if you did get yourself into any kind of trouble, the city was chock full of pro heroes and their sidekicks, many of whom you were on a first name basis with.

“Eri!” you called, grabbing a bag to carry the boxes in. “Are you dressed yet? We’re going to visit UA!”

You could heard a thump, followed by the sound of little feet thudding as she ran to meet you. When she appeared in the doorway, her eyes were wide with excitement, her long hair falling around her shoulders messily. “Yes!”

“Go brush your hair and then we’ll go,” you laughed, ushering her towards the bathroom.

“Why are we going?” the little girl called.

“Hizashi and Shota left their lunches,” you explained. “We’re bringing them so that the food doesn’t go to waste.”

“Can we visit Deku and Togata?”

You paused to think. You hadn’t actually met any of Shota and Hizashi’s students before, your alphas always preferring that you stay home and away from the sometimes dangerous school they taught at. Well, you knew Hitoshi, of course, and since he had yet to move into the dorms on campus, he still lived at home with the rest of the family. At least he had remembered to grab his lunch. Would your adopted son be embarrassed to see you appearing at his school? Hitoshi always carried himself in a very collected manner, and the thought of being able to show up and pinch his cheeks and coo at him made you laugh.

And you knew that everyone in Class 1-A would be over the moon to see Eri. The little girl that had been rescued from Overhaul was popular amongst the young heroes-in-training, from what you’d heard, and if you were going to go all the way to UA, you’d be damned if you didn’t let her see her friends there.

“Of course we can,” you said with a smile as she came running back in, her hair significantly less tangled. “Ready?”

“Ready!” she beamed up at you.

“Do me a favor and carry this?” you offered her the tote you’d tucked the bento boxes into and she took it from you eagerly, bouncing towards the door.

You grabbed your purse, made sure your keys were inside, and followed her out, taking her free hand. Together, the two of you made your way to the nearest train station, a few neighbors waving hello as you passed. There were no villains to be seen or head of, and the pros you saw out on patrol all looked happy and relaxed. They all knew who you were, some of the betas and omegas approaching to chat about your pregnancy and ask how things were going. The alphas hung back, calling greetings or offering waves, none of them wanting to get too close to a pregnant, mated omega and risk the wrath of your alphas if their scents happened to cling to you.

The journey went smoothly, Eri sticking close to your side the entire way. You were both excited to be going to visit UA--Eri, because she would get to see Deku and Mirio, and you because you hadn’t been to the school in years--and as you stepped off the train and the gates finally came into view, you let out a happy laugh.

“Ready?” you asked Eri, leading her towards the entrance.

“Mhm!” she nodded eagerly, pulling you forward. “Let’s go! Let’s go let’s go let’s go--”

“Hang on, hang on,” you waddled after her as quickly as you could, fishing around in your purse. When you finally found what you were looking for, you pulled out an ID card, holding it up towards the sensor atop the UA Barrier gate. “You have your card?”

“Yep!” Eri said, grabbing the card hanging from the lanyard around her neck and mimicking you.

“Special ID accepted,” a robotic voice chimed. “Welcome to UA High, (y/n) and Eri.”

The gate opened and you led Eri through it, the big school looming just past it. The special ID cards you both had were a result of Shota insisting that you be able to get to UA if you ever needed to. With the upgraded security measures, and so many of the students living in the dorms, it wasn’t easy getting onto the campus without either a student or guest card. You probably technically weren’t even supposed to have one, but no one was going to argue with Aizawa and Yamada when it came to ensuring their omega would be able to get to them in case of emergency.

This wasn’t exactly an emergency, but it was still an important mission, so you had absolutely no qualms about using your special ID privileges today. You just hoped nobody else would be mad about it.

“Hey, is that Eri I see?” a voice called.

You turned to see a blond haired, blue eyed boy jogging towards you and recognized him as Togata. He was dressed in a PE uniform, and as he stopped in front of you, you could see that he was panting.

Eri immediately set the bag down and rushed toward him, running into his open arms. “Lemillion!”

Mirio laughed as he scooped her into a hug. “What are you doing here? Aizawa didn’t mention anything about a visit!”

“Aizawa forgot his lunch today,” you said, nodding towards the bag Eri had dropped. “So we thought we’d bring it and visit.”

Mirio straightened up a bit when he realized you were there. You had to be absolutely covered in your alphas’ scents, and even if they never told any of the students about you, there was no way that Mirio hadn’t figured it out by now. Besides...your bond marks were very big and very visible, one on each side of your neck just below your scent glands. There was no way Mirio didn’t know what that all added up to.

You had never officially met him, but you’d heard plenty about all of UA’s Big Three, and after he and Deku saved Eri from the Shie Hassaikai, you’d heard even more about him. He was selfless, going so far as to sacrifice his own quirk to keep Eri safe and get her away from Overhaul, and for that, you’d always feel a little indebted to him. He’d luckily been able to get it back, but Aizawa had told you that there had been a long period in which nobody was sure it could even be returned to him.

“Oh, s-sorry!” he bowed to you. “I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced! I’m Togata Mirio, I was there at the Shie Hassaikai raid--”

“I’ve heard plenty about you,” you laughed as he straightened up again. “I’m (y/n). I’m the stay at home omega that keeps Shota and Hizashi from starving all the time.”

Mirio’s laugh was probably one of the most raucously happy sounds you had ever heard. “We’re all grateful for that! As for me, personally, I’m really glad Eri has such a great mom now, too. And you’ve got more on the way!”

“Sure do,” you groaned, a hand on your lower back as you tried to lean and stretch it out some. “Due date’s in just a couple weeks. Can’t wait to get ‘em outta here.”

“Well, at least you already know how to do the parenting part!” Mirio was still all smiles as Eri grabbed for his hand and he took it, picking up the tote bag as well. “Come on, it’s my free period so I’ll take you to 1-A’s classroom.”

“Thank you, Togata,” you said, hand on your belly as you followed him into the school.

“It’s no problem!” he beamed at you over his shoulder as he led the way. “It’s almost lunch, too. Perfect timing!”

“Is it really?” you glanced up at a clock on the wall, and sure enough, it was nearly noon. “Wow. Guess we took longer than I thought. But...ugh, I didn’t bring any food for myself or Eri...”

“That’s no problem! Lunch Rush always has tons of options in the Grand Mess Hall.” at your slight glare, Mirio added, “...But I’m sure even his best cooking is no substitute for a homemade meal!”

“That’s right,” you growled, waddling along down the hall.

When the three of you reached the 1-A door, Mirio used his permeation quirk to stick his head straight through it rather than knocking, and judging by the resounding scream of surprise that nearly shattered the windows, he had scared Hizashi half to death.

Mirio pulled back and opened the door, revealing a room full of groaning students, all clutching their ears. Hizashi was the only one who seemed unbothered by the sheer volume of the scream he had let out, clutching his chest instead.

“Why can’t you knock like a normal person, dumbass?” a blond boy snarled.

“Bakugou! You shouldn’t swear in front of esteemed upperclassmen!” a black-haired boy with glasses said.

“It’s not just me you’re swearing in front of!” Mirio said, still smiling, like always. With a nod of his head, he tugged Eri into the room.

Everyone lit up, and you even caught Bakugou’s harsh expression softening some at the sight of her.

“Eri!” a freckly, green haired boy exclaimed, jumping up from his seat.

“Deku!” the little girl yelled happily, letting go of Mirio’s hand to run towards him.

You watched as he knelt down to greet her, the rest of the class all getting up, or at the very least leaning over in their seats to say hello. All except Hitoshi, who looked up, made eye contact with you, started to roll his eyes, and then sighed.

Oh, you were so going to embarrass him today.

Hizashi was still trying to catch his breath, but now, with the students all distracted by Eri, he finally had a chance to notice you. You could see his nostrils flare as he recognized your scent, his head whipping around to spot you standing there in the door.

“BABE!” he rushed toward you, pulling you into a hug.

“Hi, Hizashi,” you laughed into his shoulder, clinging to his jacket as he rubbed his scent gland over your hair.

He immediately pulled back, holding you at arm’s length as he looked you over. “What’re you doing here? Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” you chuckled. When he glanced down at your swollen belly, you added, “we’re fine.”

He let out a relieved breath. “Okay. Okay, good. Had me worried there for a sec.”

“They came to bring you lunch!” Mirio said, holding up the bag he had carried in for you. “I ran into her and Eri outside while I was out for my daily jog.”

“Togata here was very helpful,” you said. “He even carried that bag for us.”

“Gotta help everyone who needs it, whenever I can!” the teenager gave you a thumbs up.

“Thanks, Mirio.” Hizashi said, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you up against his side. “Means a lot to me that my family stays safe.”

“Family?”

You turned to see all of Class 1-A staring at you.

Hizashi cleared his throat, the sound practically echoing. “Everybody, this is my mate.”

The room suddenly erupted.

“Who is she?”

“Is she a pro?”

“Can’t believe anybody would put up with him...”

“Bakugou, quiet! Don’t be rude!”

“But, wait...” Deku said, still kneeling with Eri. “I thought Eri’s been living with Mr. Aizawa..?”

The students all glanced to each other before their eyes swiveled to you and Hizashi.

“Oh, Hizashi,” you teased. “You never told them?”

“I, uh...” a slight pink tinged his cheeks as he blushed.

Luckily, before he had the chance to stumble over his words any longer, he was saved by the appearance of a very tired, very disgruntled, Eraserhead.

“What the hell is going on and why the hell are you screaming in my classroom?” he growled from the doorway.

Hizashi turned the two of you to face him, and you saw the anger immediately drain from Aizawa’s face.

“...What are you doing here?” he asked, his bloodshot eyes full of concern. “Everything okay?”

“Hi, Papa!” Eri chimed from her spot next to Deku.

“...Hello, Eri. Why are you also here?”

“You both forgot your lunches,” you said, practically scolding them. “I worked hard on those!”

“So you came all the way here just to bring us lunch? You realize we have an entire cafeteria here, right?”

“Don’t even think about it,” you growled.

“You shouldn’t be walking across Musutafu without at least Hitoshi with you. It’s too dangerous.”

At the mention of his name, everyone’s heads swiveled to look at Shinso. He sighed, slumping back in his chair and dragging a hand down his face.

“You know, if you wouldn’t forget the lunches that I so lovingly put all that hard work into, I wouldn’t even have to go all the way across Musutafu to bring them to you.” you said haughtily, nose up in the air as you stared your alpha down. “And besides...you know better than anyone that I can take care of myself, and Eri, no matter how pregnant I am.”

Aizawa sighed. He knew there was no arguing with you when you got in a mood like this, and besides...you were already there.

And you were right.

Before he could even come up with something to say, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch, and soon, you were walking down the hall between your two alphas, Eri riding on Deku’s shoulders as Class 1-A flooded out along with you.

You ended up sitting in the mess hall with the students, sandwiched between Hizashi and Shota. Shota didn’t seem entirely pleased with it, mentioning several times that he’d much rather be in the teachers’ lounge where it was quieter, but Eri was far too happy to be with Class 1-A for him to actually tear her away from them. She was across from you, sitting next to Deku and a brown haired girl you learned was named Ochako. Mirio had left to go find his own friends, the other two members of The Big Three, and you could see him just a few tables over, laughing loudly with a blue haired girl with a boy with pointy ears looked like he was trying to will himself out of existence next to them.

“It’s so exciting that Mr. Aizawa has a whole family!” Ochako said.

“And with Present Mic, too,” Tsu, the frog girl, said from her spot next to her.

“How long have you been together?” the pink girl, Mina, asked.

“Don’t ask so many personal questions! We should respect their privacy.” Iida said, in true class rep fashion.

When Shota only offered a grunt in reply, too focused on his lunch to actually talk with his homeroom class, and with Hizashi already stuffing his face, you took it upon yourself to chat.

“Oh, I don’t mind the questions!” you said with a good natured laugh. “I met Hizashi and Shota when we all went to school together. Then we lost touch, because I...well, I sort of...chose a different life path than they did.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Hizashi slurped up his soba.

“Here.” you looked up to see Hitoshi had brought you and Eri each a tray of food, setting them down in front of the two of you.

“You’re so good to your mother,” you cooed, reaching up to grab his cheek.

He dodged you expertly, ducking out of the way and going to sit with Bakugou and his friends on Deku’s other side. You narrowed your eyes at him, making sure he knew that he couldn’t run forever, and as Denki watched the exchange, he spoke up.

“...Wait. You didn’t become a pro hero?” he asked.

“I took the hero course here at UA.” you explained, grabbing your chopsticks. “I ended up dropping out before graduation. This is actually my first time back since then.”

“So...” Deku seemed nervous. “Were you, uh...”

“A villain?” you asked.

When he nodded quickly, you laughed and offered a nod of your own.

“Yeah, I suppose I was. My quirk used to be wild, and hard to control...I got so frustrated when I wasn’t making any progress with it that I decided to just leave school. I was mad at everyone, and I fell in with people who felt the same way. One thing leads to another, and next thing you know, I’m running from the loudest, most obnoxious pro hero in the city.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Hizashi, who was doing his best not to choke on his lunch.

“And he never caught me,” you said adoringly, leaning against his shoulder.

“I never caught you on my own,” he corrected.

“Made my ears bleed a few times, I think.”

“Yes, and I don’t regret that.” he pressed a cute, fluttery little kiss against the tip of your nose. “You were absolutely going to kill me.”

“Not absolutely!” you protested.

“I had to rescue him.” Aizawa spoke up, his voice gruff and tired, like always. “Had to cancel your quirk and keep you tied down until the others could get to us.”

You smirked at your first memory of his scarf and what it could do, and as you did so, he realized that he had just admitted to tying you up with it in front of his idiot students.

“And that’s when I fell in looooove,” you grabbed his arm, batting your lashes at him obnoxiously.

“Not another word.” he growled.

The students were all staring at you with wide eyes. All except Hitoshi, who was rolling his.

“I guess you could say I was reformed,” you said, grabbing some noodles. “Then one thing led to another, and...here we are.” You patted your belly.

“That’s so romantic,” Mina sighed, leaning her chin on her hand.

“What’s your quirk?” Ochako asked.

“I could show you!” you said eagerly, moving to stand.

“Absolutely not.” Shota held onto your arm and forced you to sit down again. “You are due in two weeks. No nonsense until after the pups are born.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes now.

“Fine,” you mumbled with a sigh. “I never get to have fun anymore.”

“But pups are so exciting!” the invisible girl, Hagakure, said.

“Yeah!” Mina agreed.

Then, the rest of the girls bombarded you with questions.

“How many are you having?”

“What day are they coming?!”

“Can we meet them?”

“Mr. Aizawa, please can you bring them in to the dorms??”

“--But Mr. Aizawa, this is the safest place in Japan. There’s no way anything bad would happen to them--”

“--And besides, (y/n) has a super strong quirk, right? She said so!”

“Come on, just let us see the brats when they’re old enough to travel.”

The sound of Bakugou’s voice had everyone staring at the blond boy.

“...What?” he bristled. “It’s not like I care, I just want the girls to shut up.”

“Uh huh. Sure, Bakugou.” Kirishima snorted.

“...maybe.” Aizawa relented, eager to shut them all up.

That was enough for the girls, and they immediately began talking chattering about the cutest baby clothes, the best toys, and then the differences between their own upbringings. You enjoyed listening to them throughout the rest of lunch, and by the time the hour had ended, you were sad to be leaving.

“Hang on, hang on,” Hizashi said as you took Eri’s hand to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” you furrowed your brow. “Why?”

“We told you,” Shota said, standing with his hands in his pockets. “We don’t want you wandering around the city.”

“And I told you, I’m fine--”

“Just stay here for the rest of the day.”

“...What?”

“We’ll all go home together later.” Hizashi smiled. “You and Eri can hang out in the lounge. I bet Midnight would love to pester you about the bump, too.”

You smiled, walking towards your alphas. “Alright. Alright, yeah. That sounds nice.”

As Class 1-A lingered at the end of the hall, watching for as long as they could get away with, Denki elbowed Hitoshi in the side.

“Dude, your mom is--”

“Don’t you dare say hot.” Shinso growled.

“Actually, I was gonna say badass, but that too--”

The purple haired boy glared at him. “Shut up, Denki.”

“What? It’s a compliment!”

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koushou · 3 years ago

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i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

��wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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ay yo? lmao haiiiii any chance we can get some haikyuu boys and nicknames they'd call their s/o? a lil deprived of kageyama, so if possible can you pls include him?? i hope you're doing well :)

omg wait i remember seeing this in my inbox and planning on answering it but i ,,, i forgot :( im sorry :( but here it is lovely <3

HAIKYUU BOYS AND NICKNAMES

ANGEL ! —

akaashi; out of all his nicknames for you, this is his favorite!! he just thinks it’s very fitting for you, because you’re nothing short of ethereal for him. loves to say it when he’s first greeting you or as he kisses you gn or!!! when he says thank you :)

osamu; it slips sometimes with him!! not his go-to but it’s very familiar on his tongue when it comes to you, and that’s very endearing :,) just slips casually when he’s asking you a question like, “angel, do we need milk?”

daichi; omg he usually adds to it and it ends up being some cheesy stuff like “angel-face” and it makes you all flustered because wtf man :( and he always says it while laughing teasingly too ugh :(

suna; suna has the cheesiest nicknames for you and you cannot convince me otherwise, and you can never tell if it’s genuine or ironic but,,, it doesn’t matter. he sounds so sweet calling you “angel” so whatever :)

aran; this man. this man. he says it cause he knows it has you weak. he says it so lovingly, so sweetly, so casually, so suave and relaxed and his voice is so smooth and deep. who wouldn’t be swooning over him???

aone; AONE AONE PLS AONE PLEASE. he’d just think it’s such a sweet and kind and soft nickname and he likes the way it sounds when it’s whispered and he thinks nothing is more perfect than nicknaming you angel and he says it all the time like “ok, angel,” and “see you tomorrow, angel,” and, “love you, angel,” and it’s so quiet but so sweet hwbwjsjd

oikawa; he’s about to be in 90% of these cause he’ll be calling you anything but your name. is it because he wants to be annoying and to get on your nerves? or is it because he genuinely means it? the world will never know. you’re not even sure he himself does.

DOLL ! —

matsukawa; are you kidding me this is his. it’s HIS. he sounds so hot saying it and he looks so hot saying it and he’s so charming and it’s so like easy on his tongue. and he has a slight drawl to it too and he always says it with this aura of relaxation and ease it’s so hot. he just. he loves it. he loves you. you love it. the world is a better place.

atsumu; he thinks he’s way cooler than he is when he says it. you suppose he is pretty hot when he calls you doll but you’re not gonna tell him that!!! it’s not his go-to but you can catch it slipping off his tongue every once in a while.

kuroo; yesyesyes he loves it. only ever says it when he’s so up close and personal with you like cups your cheeks and hovers his lips against yours like, “heya, doll,” and he’s just so handsome. ugh.

kageyama; at the start of your relationship, kageyama called you by your name and nothing else!! but then he had like this talk w someone and they asked him what he calls you and he realized like,,, am i supposed to be doing it differently??? spent so long just searching up “cute nicknames for my s/o” and then he found “doll” and was like ok. i’ll try. and he tried!! and it stuck!! plus timeskip kags calling you doll??? that’s so hot bye

oikawa; this might be the only sincere nickname he has for you cause everything else is either to provoke you or to be cringy and annoying. and i’m sure you prefer doll over sweet cheeks and pumpkin pie and cinnamon whatever like you hungry tōru?? anyways he loves loves loves calling you doll cause he thinks it’s such a ? smooth and serene nickname? and his voice always gets deeper and quiet when he says it so!!!!

SUNSHINE ! —

hinata; please he is all the sunshine, but he always claims that you’re the true sun in his life. idk hinata would be so lame yet so cute like that :( and he always says it with such a big grin he’s so cute pls :(

tendō; he’s so cute he’s so cute he’s so cute !!!!! your contact name is “my sunshine” definitely definitely definitely. he is literally in love with you and wants the whole world to know it. he loves screaming it out for everyone to hear but also absolutely adores like hugging you from behind and whispering in your ear as he kisses your cheek, “hey, sunshine.” :(((((

kenma; kenma doesn’t wanna think too hard on the whole nicknames thing but he also does kind of sort of really wants to call you something special and the first thing that pops in his head is sunshine. first time he used it you were Shocked but he was acting nonchalant about it (read: freaking out on the inside) and you were like “ok guess im sunshine now.” and you are his sunshine to this day.

BABY/BABE ! —

atsumu; it’s easy and it’s endearing!! he personally loves being called babe but he loves hugging you close to him after a long day and just sighing, “hey, baby,” like. he loves it okay. he thinks it’s perfect cause it fits and cause it’s like kinda traditional yk!!

bokuto; he loves calling you baby cause he just cannot fathom that you’re his like he loves to always say it!!! and he loves how casual it is too like he can just call you that?? that’s so cool??

iwaizumi; again with the traditional but endearing and fitting. he doesn’t have to think too hard on it, but also it still means something and is more than just your name or a shorter version of it. also he sounds so hot calling you baby or babe idk i just know it.

hanamaki; king of “babe! babe :( babeeee! babee. babe come on! babe! baby :(” you’re 99% sure he’s just provoking you at this point. like say babe one more time. but he actually loves resorting to baby, especially when you’re upset and he wants to be as endearing and kind as he can to you.

daichi; very traditional too tbh. honestly when you two first started dating it was all he could think of saying without feeling awkward or feeling like he was trying too hard. later on when he started to feel more comfortable and more secure he got more creative.

nishinoya; he has been waiting for this moment his whole life. the moment he can actually call someone his baby or babe. it’s his favorite and possibly only nickname (aside calling you pretty or gorgeous or handsome) and it will always be.

MY LOVE ! —

akaashi; definitely definitely definitely calls you “my love” like i am 100% sure of this. akaashi is just so. he’s just so romantic but it’s also so unintentional? he says it because it feels natural and it feels right like you are his love after all, aren’t you?

sakusa; he’s not one for elaborate nicknames honestly, and he feels like “my love” is the right balance of sweet, kind, fitting, and subtle and serene. it’s not doing too much but it’s also doing more than enough yk? also people that look like they would wear a trench coat/blazer and a turtleneck beneath also look like they would use the term “my love” hence sakusa and akaashi.

tendō; i am telling you guys he is a simp. the loveliest simp ever. he says it so sweetly too like it genuinely makes your tummy twist and heart backflip when you hear him say it cause you can hear how genuine he is in his words oh my god.

kita; he just !!! he is just husband material okay!!! he is so endearing and he says it in the softest most genuine voice ever and it’s literally his go to because yes you are his love you’re his entire world!!! he loves you!! he wants you to know it every time he calls out to you!!

BUNNY/PUPPY ! —

bokuto; ARE YOU KIDDING ME. HE LOVES IT. he. loves it. he just finds it so cute and like. he loves the way he associates it with you now. prefers puppy over bunny but like. he loves both. he adores both.

matsukawa; calls you bunny all the time. not more than doll, but it’s definitely so common. he won’t use it around others not because it’s embarrassing but more because he kinda wants it to be just a thing between the two of you, honestly.

kenma; IT SLIPPED ONCE AND HE WAS LIKE. A DEER CAUGHT IN THE HEADLIGHTS. he calls you bunny!! sometimes, not always. when he wants something from you mostly. “pass me the water.” “no.” “bunny please :(” it works like magic every time.

oikawa; oh my god can you imagine??? he loves it so much because one, he thinks it’s such a cute nickname props to whoever decided let’s use pets as literal pet names, but also two, he thinks nothing describes you or fits you better. you are just his bunny :( his puppy :( he loves you :(

kageyama; timeskip kageyama calls you puppy. i have nothing more to say.

hinata; timeskip hinata calls you puppy. again, i shall say no more.

suna; hello !!! he loves to call you bunny and/or puppy. the feel of satisfaction he gets when he calls you that like ,,, he feels like you’re properly his yk? yk.

KITTEN ! —

kuroo; this one is for him and only him.

LOVELY ! — (maybe sweetheart too)

osamu; is there anything more beautiful than a tired osamu snuggling up to yoi and with a deep gravely voice saying, “missed you, lovely,” ? no there is not. it’s his favorite nickname for you, and he uses it all the time!! kisses your forehead as he leaves and tells you, “have a good day, lovely,” and comes back home and says, “hiya, lovely,” and tilts his head when you wanna talk to him about something like, “what’s up lovely?” cause you are his lovely, you’re his loveliest.

sugawara; i have no other explanation other than i can picture it perfectly. he thinks it’s the best choice of a pet name he’s ever chosen and thought of. and he loves the smile on your face whenever he says it, he thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever <3

BAE ! —

hanamaki; is it a joke? is it not? both.

okay im sure i missed so many boys but i can’t think of any rn bc it’s like. hella late :( but i wanted to put something out for you guys!! point is, if i didnt mention a boy and you want to know, send me an ask!! and if i didn’t mention a nickname and you want to know that too? send me an ask well!! ill be happy to answer it <3

love u all mwah <3

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readyforthegarden · 3 years ago

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Puppy Love

Don't judge me for the title this is 5k words and I wrote it all over my lunch breaks yesterday and today. I have nothing left. Also idk what dog is in those pics and I ASKED so don’t come for me if it’s a different dog. This is inspired by @dannythedog ‘s anon who asked for a fic like this on her page. I hope ya like it!

Warnings: None, tooth rotting fluff!

Pairing: Sam Kiszka X reader

The normal racket of the your job seemed louder than usual today. Dogs barking and squeaking toys as loudly as they could, tired of being cooped up inside from the rain of the previous few days.

You stopped outside of one of the kennels, squatting down and frowning at the new arrival for the weekend. She was laying down, looking so sad. You couldn’t help but feel your heart break .

“Oh Miss Molly,” you sighed, opening up the gate and letting the golden retriever crawl shyly over to you. “I know you miss your mom and dad, but I’m going to make sure you have so much fun this weekend. We’ll play fetch, and I’ll give you so many belly rubs. And if you keep being this cute you’re gonna weigh so much from all the t-r-e-a-t-s I’m gonna sneak you.” Molly licked at your arm and you laughed, scratching behind her ears. The bell above the front door rang, and you sighed. “I’ll take you and Gunther out to play in a little bit. You’ll have so much fun! But I gotta go back to work for a minute, okay?” You kissed the top of her head and ushered her back into her room, shutting the gate and smiling as, at least now, her tail was wagging.

“Hi! I’m sorry for your wait, how can I help you?” you greeted the man. He turned away from where he was looking at the photo collage you had made. You’d made sure to take pictures of all the dogs that came to stay, as they played and had fun, and thought that a collage of all of them, especially the repeat clients, would show how great of care you took in the animals you were trusted with.

“It’s no problem.” the man smiled at you and you felt your cheeks warm slightly. He was tall, with brown hair that had grown past his shoulders, and the eyes that were the deepest pools of chocolate brown you’d ever seen. He was damn cute. “I was thinking about having my dog boarded here while I travel for work, and was wondering if you gave tours of your property?”

“Tours?” you had to think. “You know, no one has ever asked for one. But why not? First, can I get some information about your dog?”

“Sure.” He came over to the counter, taking his phone out of his pocket and tapping the screen. It lit up to show a beautiful pit bull mix, it’s coat a gorgeous marbled brown. You couldn’t help but coo at her photo and the man chuckled. “Yeah, that’s my Rosie. She’s a rescue pit, and a lot of places don’t want to take her.”

“Yeah, I know.” you shook your head. “Poor pitties get such a bad rap. When really it’s the owners who make them that way.”

“I know!” he agreed, nodding fervently. “She’s a good girl. She’s never hurt anyone, she’s been around babies and kids, she’s the calmest dog I’ve ever had.”

“She seems very sweet.” You smiled. “We don’t discriminate against breeds here.”

“That’s awesome.” the man grinned.

“So, I guess I’ll take you back, you can see how we have the kennels set up, and I’ll show you the back, where we have a bunch of stuff for them to run around and play in…I’m sorry, what was you name?”

“Oh! Sorry, I’m Sam.” he extended his hand over the counter and you shook it, feeling a tingly sensation in your palm as your skin touched.

“Y/N.” When you let go, you ushered him around the counter and through the door, warning him how loud it was going to be.

“My older brother is louder than this!” Sam joked over the barking. You giggled and led him down the hall, explaining that every kennel was designed to look like a little doggie hotel room. They had a small bed, raised food and water bowls, and a small toy chest with some varying toys to play with, in case their owners forgot to leave any.

“I really stress that with pet owners.” you mentioned to Sam as he was baby talking to a corgi. “Bringing a few things they know from home, that smell like home, or you. It helps the dogs feel less lonely and makes the adjustment period for their stay shorter.”

“No that makes sense.” Sam nodded. You stopped outside Molly’s kennel again, seeing her happily chewing on a tennis ball now.

“Look at you! I told you you’d be okay.” You grinned as her tail thumped against the floor. Looking over to Sam, you explained. “She was just dropped off last night, and she was so depressed. Her owners didn’t pack her anything but food and a few treats. I was actually about to take her and another dog out to play before you got here.”

“If you don’t mind, you still can.” Sam shrugged. “I’d like to see the yard in use.”

“Sure.” You went over to the wall where the leashes hung and plucked two of them up, explaining to Sam that until they were outside, the dogs were kept on leashes, just in case they got a little too crazy.

You hooked up Molly’s collar, and handed the lead to Sam, who knelt down and started petting her almost immediately. You went back into one of the back offices, and Gunther, you German Shepard started wagging his tail.

“Come on buddy, let’s go play!” You got him hooked up and walked him back out to Sam, who was now giving a pampered Molly a belly rub. “Miss Molly! You sure do make friends fast!”

“She’s a sweetie.” Sam laughed, straightening up. He urged her up, and Molly listened, trotting next to him as you led them out to the backyard of the property. Once outside, you let the dogs off their leads, and Gunther took off like a shot, Molly chasing after him.

“So, there’s a little obstacle course for the high energy dogs.” You pointed over to the little course you’d built. “Tons of balls, everywhere. Tennis balls, basketballs, soccer balls. And we have a small in-ground pool for the dogs during the summer.”

“This is actually really cool.” Sam smiled down at you. “You really care about these dogs, huh?”

“I do.” you nodded. “That German Shepherd isn’t a boarder, he’s mine. His name is Gunther. He’s technically a rescue.” Sam gave you a curious look. “He was one of my first dogs I ever boarded. And his owners abandoned him. He was only a weekend board, and they never picked him up. I called and called, and then their number was disconnected.”

“That’s….I’m sorry, that fucking pisses me off.” Sam shook his head, his jaw clenched in anger.

“Me too. I had to file a police report but they didn’t really care, so I just adopted him. He‘s amazing, truly. I know it sounds silly, but I think he remembers how he felt when his old owners did that, and when new dogs come in, he wants to help them.”

“No, that doesn’t sound dumb at all.” Sam smiled at you.

“Well thanks.” You smiled back, bashful as his gaze stayed on your face longer than you expected. You looked back over at the dogs, who are now playing tug of war with a rope toy. “I want any dog that comes here to feel at home. I never want them to be afraid or feel abandoned. That’s why I only take five or six at a time, max. Plus it’s just me here most days, so I don’t think I could handle much more.”

“Your care definitely comes through.” Sam complimented. “I feel good about bringing Rosie here.”

“I’d love to have her.” you grinned. “Why don’t I give you some paperwork to take home? And then I have a list of things you’ll need to bring with her for her stay.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” you called the dogs back, and Gunther dutifully ran over to you, stopping in front of you and sitting as you clipped his leash back on. Molly took a bit more convincing, but made it back to Sam, allowing him to put her lead back on as well. Once the dogs were situated again, you took Sam back out to the front desk and printed off some paperwork.

“So you said you were traveling for work?” you asked conversationally as Sam looked over the papers.

“Yeah, I’m gonna be gone for about two weeks and unfortunately my friends and family all have stuff going on where they can’t watch Rosie for me.”

"Aww well, their loss is my gain. I'm excited to meet her."

"She's gonna love you." he insisted, giving you a wink over the papers that almost made your heart stop. "I know it. I should get going, but I'll bring these back later this week. Maybe bring Rosie by so she can sniff around the lobby and get familiar?"

"That'd be nice. I'll see you then." you nodded as he took one of your business cards from the holder, sliding it into his pocket with the folded up paperwork. You watched as he left, and only turned away when you hear clicking on the tile floors, seeing Gunther standing next to you. "Looks like you might make a new friend, baby!"

🐾 🐾 🐾

You didn't realize that you had been looking forward to seeing Sam again until you looked out into the parking lot later that week, seeing him wrangling Rosie out of the back seat. Your stomach fluttered a bit and you found your self smoothing your hair back and trying to look casual as he came in the shop.

"Hey Y/N!" his grin was blinding as he entered, making sure Rosie was clear of the door before shutting it behind him.

"Sam, hi!" you smiled back. You peered over the counter at the adorable dog in front of you. "And you must be Miss Rosie!" she sat and you made your way around the counter, holding your hand out for her to sniff before reaching out and petting her. You showered the pooch with affection, nearly forgetting Sam was there until you realized he'd crouched down next to you, petting her with you.

"See girl?" he whispered. "I told you you'd like her." you blushed, biting your bottom lip.

"Is she good with other dogs?" you asked him as you scratched under her chin.

"Yeah, she's a little timid at first, but once she gets comfortable, she's fine."

"Good to know." you nodded. "Do you mind if I bring Gunther out? He's kind of the welcoming committee."

"Not at all." you stood up, going in the back and calling for Gunther, who came cantering around the corner. "I'm bringing him out on a leash, keep Rosie on hers."

"Got it!" Sam called back as you snapped the hook onto the collar around Gunther's neck. You held the leash taught in your hand as you slowly brought him out. Introducing dogs could go really smoothly, or really horribly, and you were determined to make sure it was the former for Rosie and Gunther. You came around the corner of the desk, and Gunther tilted his head as he spotted Sam and Rosie. You could see Rosie mirror him, and slowly, cautiously lean forward, sniffing the air. Gunther wagged his tail after a few moments, and took a step forward. Rosie froze, then walked forward herself, sniffing Gunther himself. They circled each other as they smelled and sniffed each other, before Gunther lowered himself in a playful stance, and Rosie reciprocated.

"Oh I'm so glad they get along." you breathed a sigh of relief. Sam agreed, the corners of his eyes crinkling with happiness.

"It makes me feel a lot better, knowing she'll have two friends here already."

"So, when do you leave for your work trip?" you asked as you tried to untangle Gunther's lead from Rosie's. You finally gave up, and unclipped his, Sam undoing Rosie's and letting them play in the lobby.

"Next Wednesday." Sam informed you. "For two weeks, and then I'm back for a bit."

"So you travel a lot?" he reached into the back pocket of his slacks, pulling out the folded paperwork for her stay.

"Yeah, and a lot of times I'm able to take her with me. It's when we go out of the country that I prefer her staying back. I don't care for planes myself, I can't imagine a dog in the cargo hold of one feels any better."

"No, I don't think so either." you chuckled, looking over the paperwork. "Oh, we might have a problem..." Sam's face was concerned, and he leaned over the counter, trying to see where he messed up on the forms.

"Where?"

"Right here, you say she can only have two treats a day." you shook your head. "I'm afraid there's a policy here against that."

"Really?" Sam gave you a look. You nodded seriously.

"Yeah, I can spoil the dogs as much as I want, as long as it doesn't interfere with a special diet or allergy. And I don't see any of that in here." Sam looked over at Rosie, and shook his head.

"You've already got her wrapped around your little paws, huh?" Rosie paused her play at Sam’s voice panting and wagging her tail happily while Gunther rolled on the floor.

“She’s for sure going to leave here spoiled rotten.” you bent down to pet her as she came by. “Really, I don’t get many dogs during the week, so it’ll just be her, me and Gunther most of the time. Then the weekends get a little fuller the closer we get to summer.” You and Sam talked a little longer, and you went over the list of items to bring, who to contact in the case of emergencies and so on. You tried not to feel the jolt of elation when he put his mom down as a contact, instead of a significant other.

“Okay, everything is all set. I’ll see you guys Wednesday morning.”

“For sure.” Sam grinned as he put Rosie’s lead back on. He said his goodbyes to you and Gunther as he left. Your German Shepherd stared out the clear glass door, watching Rosie as she sprang up into the back of Sam’s car.

“Aww buddy don’t worry, she’ll be back.” you felt sad for your furry companion as he whined when they backed out of the space and drove away.

🐾. 🐾 🐾

Wednesday morning, promptly at 8am, Sam brought Rosie to the kennel, a melancholy smile on his face as she trotted over to you, licking the treat out of your open palm. He placed a filled-to-the-brim reusable tote bag of her things on the counter. His hair was tied back in a small bun behind his head, and you had to stop yourself from reaching out and tucking one of the strands that fell loose around his face behind his ear.

“You be good for Miss Y/N.” he told her as he crouched in front of her, petting her soft coat and giving her kisses all over her face. “I’m gonna miss you Rosie-girl.” you let them say goodbye, keeping Gunther behind the small gate to not distract Rosie. When Sam stood up, he sniffled, going to the bag.

“I brought her food, some treats, and a bunch of her toys.” He explained. “Also, there’s this blanket in there, she’s had it since I got her, she sleeps with it on her dog bed, so I thought she might like it.”

“Good, that will really help, Sam.” You smiled. “You’re a good dog-father.”

“I try.” he chuckled. “Oh, there’s also one of my shirts in there. I wore it all day yesterday and slept in it, so it smells like me. I hope that helps too.”

“I’m sure it will.” you nodded. Sam stood there for a few seconds, staring into the bag. You were about to ask him if he forgot anything, but he spoke again before you could.

“Can I get your number?” he asked. Your eyes widened in surprise. “It’s just…If you don’t mind, I’d like to get updates of her. Pictures, or something.” He shrugged sheepishly. “I’ve only boarded her with family and friends before, and they usually do that. It’s okay if you don’t.”

“No, I don’t mind at all.” you smiled. “Give me your phone.” he unlocked the screen and you made a contact profile with your cell phone number, then sending yourself a text to save his contact in your phone. “Like I said, she’s the only other dog I’ll have for a few days, so I’ll have some time. I’ll send you as many pictures as I can.”

“That’s be great.” Sam grinned with relief. A horn honked outside and you both turned to see a van idling. “Shit I gotta go. Okay, thank you so, so much!” He said goodbye to Rosie again as you let her behind the gate, and dashed out the door to the van, climbing in.

“Okay guys, let’s get today started.” you looked down at the dogs and they wagged their tails at you.

Over the next few days, Rosie had become like a little shadow to you. You could tell she missed Sam, but she kept her spirits up, between playing with Gunther and you, and getting ample amounts of treats. Every so often you’d snap a picture of her having fun out in the yard or being silly in the building and send it to Sam, who always responded back with hearts and praising you for taking such good care of his baby.

The first weekend went off without a hitch. Rosie got along with the other dogs and had a blast on a warmer day when you set up the sprinkler for them to run through. The only incident you had was the following week. You were getting ready to close up shop and head home, when you heard a loud crack of thunder, and it was as if the sky opened up and rain poured down to the earth in heavy sheets. Whimpering from the kennels echoed out into the lobby, and you sighed, looking down to Gunther.

“Looks like we’re having a sleepover, bud.” Gunther was already trotting back to the kennels, sniffing at Rosie’s gate. Another crack of thunder and you saw the poor creature cowering on her little bed, the blanket Sam had brought for her rumpled from her anxiously moving around. “Come on, Rosie. Let’s go to the office. I’m not gonna leave you alone tonight.” Rosie slowly, cautiously moved towards you. Once you had her out, you reached in and grabbed a few of her toys and the blanket, and lead her to your office.

Once you had everything situated, you laid down on the couch. You’d put Rosie’s blanket down on the floor by your arms so you could reach out and pet her as she laid there. After half an hour, the thunder was rumbling quieter, but Rosie’s anxiety hadn’t subsided. You felt your heart ache, and wanted to do something. As you thought on how to comfort her better, you remembered. You got up, going over to the cupboard where you put the dogs items and ruffled through the bag Sam had dropped off. You pulled out an old t-shirt, smelling faintly of detergent and cologne, and smiled. You laid back down on the couch, placing the shirt over you and patting it, calling Rosie up softly. She sniffed at the shirt, then eagerly climbed up, laying on your body. The weight was enough to knock the air from your lungs momentarily, but after a few moments, she’s settled down and stopped shaking. You ran your hand soothingly over back, whispering how good of a girl she was.

You had almost fallen asleep yourself when your phone rang. You picked it up, seeing a FaceTime call from Sam. You answered it, and were greeted with his grinning, freshly showered face.

“Hey! Oh my god. Were you going to bed? I’m sorry! I forgot about the time difference.” You shook your head.

“No it’s fine.” you smiled. “It’s a long night. I’m sleeping at the kennel tonight, so I don't expect much sleep.” Sam furrowed his brows.

“Why? Is everything okay? Wait, is that my shirt?”

“Thunderstorms.” you shrugged. “It was really bad a while ago, poor Rosie was trembling with the thunder. I brought her into the office and was trying to get her to calm down, then I remembered you packed this shirt. So I laid it on me and now she’s laying on me.” You tapped the screen of your phone to change cameras, showing Rosie, now dozing away, head on your stomach. “I can’t bring myself to leave her, and my landlord would charge me double rent if he saw I brought another dog home. It was hard enough getting him to allow Gunther."

“Wow, Y/N.” you turned the phone screen around and gave him a smile. “I’m really glad she has you there looking out for her.”

“It’s what I do.” you shrugged. “How’s your work trip?”

“Good, good! The crowds are amazing, the energy is so real and raw, it’s awesome!”

“Crowds?” you asked. “Are you like a public speaker?” Sam laughed.

“Shit I never told you.” he smacked his forehead. “I’m in a band. My brothers and my best friend, we’re touring. That’s my job.”

“Oh wow, that’s really cool!” you grinned. “I’m glad you’re doing well!”

“I’ll have to play you some of our stuff some time, it’s pretty good, if I say so myself.”

“I bet you do.” you laughed. “What do you play?”

“Oh in the band I mostly play bass and keys.” He lifted up his hand and wiggled his fingers like he was playing an invisible piano. “But I play a lot of different instruments. Drums, guitar, kalimba, I used to play sax in school.”

“Ahh, a man of many talents.” you nodded. “I, too, am an accomplished musician." Sam raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah? What do you play?" you grinned at his curiousity.

"Not to brag, but I know my way around a McDonald's straw and cup lid." you pretending to dust off your shoulder, and Sam's laugh echoed, albeit tinny sounding, through the phone.

"That's really amazing. We should collaborate on a song or something."

"Sure, if you can afford me." you continued to joke. "I'm very, very busy with my own world tour, recording contracts, Lady Gaga wants to feature me on her next album..."

"Oh I see." Sam smirked. "Well I'll just have to wine and dine you to convince you to drop Gaga and go Greta."

"Who's Greta?" you giggled.

"Our band. Greta Van Fleet." he smiled proudly.

"That..that's a good band name." you nodded. "Good job on that."

"Thanks." you yawned and stretched a little, Rosie only moving slightly from the disturbance. You glanced down at her, and over to Gunther, who was sprawled out on his back, snoring away. "I should let you go, you need to rest."

"It's okay." you smiled. "U-unless you need to go." you heard hushed voices in the background and Sam's face turned slightly annoyed.

"Yeah, I do actually." he sighed. "Goodnight, Y/N. Give Rosie a kiss for me."

"Will do. Goodnight Sam."

🐾 🐾 🐾

The next few days, Sam facetimed you almost every evening. You purposefully stayed late at the kennel so he could see Rosie. He would stay on the phone with you as you made your drive home, as you cooked or ordered your dinner, and if he could, talk to you while you ate.

"You know, this doesn't count as wining and dining me." you said one night as you chewed a forkful of pasta. "If you really want my skills on your next album, you're gonna have to take me somewhere fancy."

"Oh yeah?" Sam asked as he laid in his hotel bed. "Like where?"

"I dunno," you shrugged, eating another bite as Gunther stared at you with puppy dog eyes. "Olive Garden or something?" Sam burst out with laughter and you shrugged again, knowing you were at least half serious.

"There's this really cute Italian place downtown." he said. "They make their pasta from scratch there, it's a ma and pop place. I'll take you there, how about that?"

"I don't know.." you skewed your lips to the side. "I really like that salty ass salad...."

"You can get the lobster ravioli."

"And suddenly I'm intrigued." you chuckled. "Are you excited to come home tomorrow? I know Rosie is going to be so happy to see you."

"Yeah, I'm ready." he nodded. "After not really touring for so long, this was a lot. I'm glad we'll be back for a little bit."

"I can't imagine. It's probably stressful, even having family with you. You miss a lot."

"It is." Sam agreed. "Hey, Y/N, I wanted to-"

"Sam! We gotta go!" a voice called out on his end. He bit his lip and shook his head.

"I gotta go, I'll see you tomorrow night when I come get Rosie."

"See ya. Have a safe flight."

"Thanks. Goodnight."

"'Night." you locked your phone screen and tossed it on the couch next to you, wondering what he was going to say next.

The next day dragged on. For you and for Rosie. You tried to keep yourself occupied with the chores of the kennel, but there hadn't been that many dogs in and so there wasn't a lot to do. It felt like each hour that ticked away was a full days length, and you felt almost as excited as Rosie when you saw that familiar Tesla pull into the parking space. You held onto her collar as Sam got out, and approached the door. She was already tugging, ready to run at her owner.

"Hey!" Sam greeted. You smiled and let Rosie go. She bounded the short distance over to him, wagging her tail so hard her whole body was wagging too. You couldn't help but laugh as he knelt down, and nearly got tackled by her kisses. "I missed you too, Rosie-girl. I missed you so much!" One she had calmed down a bit, you handed Sam a tissue, letting him wipe his slobbery face as he stood.

"She was an angel. truly." you told him when he asked how she'd been. "Probably the best dog I've kenneled."

"Hear that girl? You're the best!" Sam scratched her head. "Thank you for taking such amazing care of her. And me, kind of. Sending me all those photos and videos, chatting with me. Really put me at ease."

"It was my pleasure." you smiled. You looked down at Rosie. "I'm sad to see you go, Rosie-Posie, but I'm happy you'll be back at your home with your dad."

"Gunther looks kind of depressed." Sam murmured, looking at him where he laid on the floor behind the gate.

"Yeah, he gets like that with the extended stay pets." you nodded. "Plus, I think he really likes Rosie. They did practically everything together for the past two weeks."

"Well, I'll definitely be bringing her back the next time I leave." Sam promised. "I should get her home and settled, and it's about time for you to close, isn't it?" you glanced up at the clock nodding.

"Yeah, let me go grab her things." you walked into the back to your office, grabbing her bag, and making sure all of her toys and items were out of the kennel. You handed the bag to Sam, and you said your goodbyes to him and Rosie, watching them go. You looked over to Gunther, who sighed dramatically and you nodded in agreement. As you moved behind the desk and started your closing duties, the bell above the door rang. "Sam? Did you forget something?"

"Yeah! I mean, no." he looked suddenly embarrassed and nervous. He reached a hand behind his head, scratching his neck."Well, Rosie had such a good time, and she really seems to like Gunther...she was wondering...if maybe Gunther would like to go get ice cream?" you bit your lip, blushing fiercely as he looked at you hopefully.

"I think Gunther would really like that." you answered. "We're free around three tomorrow afternoon, if that works."

"That's perfect."

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Chaos Magnet

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None :)

Genre: FLUFF, HUMOR, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: When Y/N get invited onto a stream with the gang by Jack (Sean) she’s not sure what to expect but it’s safe to say that such chaos is not something she could’ve ever imagined.

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it really had me laughing and still had me be awe-struck by the adorableness of the idea. Sorry it’s been such a long time since you put in the request but I still hope you come across the fic and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Alright people, silence in the call for a moment!“ Jack calls out when the lobby’s counter has finally reached up to nine, leaving room for one more person who is yet to join, but apparently he doesn’t care much that he’ll probably have to repeat himself when the tenth person enters the call and lobby.

“Jack, you should know by now, the day there’s silence in this call is when some supernatural force murders all ten of our mics. It just won’t happen, deal with it.“ Charlie, who was having an ‘intense’ discussion with Toast up until Jack’s interruption, says sarcastically, chuckling ever so slightly, enough for it to be contagious and make me crack a smile as well.

“There won’t be silence, I’ll be talking. If only the rest of you would LET ME.“ Jack replies just as sarcastically, getting Charlie to let out an actual fit of laughter. When his chuckling subsides along with the rest of the chatter in the call, Jack finally gets to have the speech he mentioned, “Right, ok so here’s the deal folks: today we have a guest addition to the stream, curtesy of mine because I’m obsessed with her channel. As you might or might not have noticed, there’s one person missing from the lobby but she’s gonna be joining us any minute now. As I said, I’m a huge fan so you better not embarrass me or I swear I’m gonna kill you first when I get to be an impostor.”

I don’t know what the others are thinking - probably something similar as what I’m thinking though: Noted, embarrass Jack to the best of your ability. Trust me, getting him flustered in front of his YouTube idol is well worth the death in Among Us he’s threatening us with.

“Also keep in mind that she’s of a different kind, not of our breed if you will - she’s an ASMR YouTuber. Not those who eat in the mic just because they think it’d be pleasant for people to hear.“ Jack goes on to explain, the way he’s described this girl’s craft is quite intriguing, especially when you consider how confidently Jack expressed his distaste with ASMR in the past. He’s always claimed not to be a fan but here we are, I guess people really do change.

“Thank you for making it seem like I do more than just cut up soaps, Jack. I really appreciate it but don’t bump the bar up that high, people will be disappointed when they actually visit my channel.“ An unfamiliar voice appears in the call out of nowhere. Though, unfamiliar is not the adjective I should focus on when describing this girl’s voice. I’ll list a few more but even they won’t do it justice: pleasant, awing, mesmerizing, unbelievable, out-of-this-world...I really could keep going.

“Oh come on, Y/N, you don’t just cut up soap. You turn them into bath bombs too!“ Jack laughs, earning him a playful scoff from the newcomer. “Oh yeah, almost forgot - Everyone, this is Y/N, our ASMR artist.“

“Please, some ‘artist’ I am. The people in my comment section would disagree with that description.“ She giggles after kindly responding to each and every greeting the gang sends her way, myself included. “The word I’ve seen people use most when describing my channel is ‘cringey’ so....yeah.“ She laughs, a genuine laugh instead of the bitter one I was expecting to follow such words.

“That seems to be the cool kids’ favorite word, don’t dwell too much on it.“ Rae tells her reassuringly, “What’s important is what word would you use to describe your channel?“

Y/N hums, sounding as though she’s fallen in thought but that’s only one brief moment before she answers. Or begins to, at least, “Well, if I were to describe my channel with one word it’d be....BEEFY!”

That one out-of-context word, screamed out by such an angelic voice has me breaking down with overwhelming laughter collapsing all my ability to hold back.

“Out of all the words, you’d choose beefy?“ I somehow manage to ask between fits of laughter that render me breathless.

“She’s a vegetarian, I think, I don’t know why she’d choose that word.“ Jack too is laughing his butt off but has a significantly better grip on it, “Y/N, care to explain your peculiar choice?“

There’s a lot of shuffling and random noise on Y/N’s end before her reply finally comes, accompanied by a weak meow, “Sorry guys, that was a classic cat of Mr. Beef Stronganoff seeking attention by being chaotic.” She says through laughter, her words followed by another meow which was a lot more clear, seemingly closer to the mic, “He took down my mic, and he seems like he wants to do it again....BEEFY NO!”

For some reason, even with that explanation in mind, I can’t keep myself from laughing. Come to think of it, I think the explanation only makes it funnier.

“Ugh, darn it! I saved my mic but he ran across my keyboard and turned my webcam off how do I turn it back on?“ Her voice dies down for a few secs before it reemerges from her end, “Ok nevermind I got it. Now I can answer...what was the question again?“

Recovering from his laughing fit, Jack manages to repeat the question, “What word would you use to describe your channel?”

“Oh that! Right, ok. Um, I’d call it aesthetically pleasing and BEEFY NOT THE ROUTER CABLE YOU DUMMIE!“

She’s insane. Or her cat’s insane. I can’t tell. Maybe both. Either way, I can’t help but feel like I’ve found a soulmate in this literal stranger. It’s safe to say us chaos magnets like her and I, we don’t only attract chaos, but also chaotic individuals. I’m so glad she magnetized me to herself. Or was it the other way around? We may never know - mystery is in the nature of us chaos magnets, you know.

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alohajun · 3 years ago

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♡ NOT MEANT TO BE — PARK JEONGWOO

jeongwoo x fem!reader | wc : 2.3k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, angsty-fluff (or vice versa idk), sweet nicknames (babe, princess), mentions of one accident, sad ending (?)

SATURDAY, 10:34AM

“guess where i am!”

you squealed, showing off your room to your boyfriend, jeongwoo, who was connected through a videocall.

“well, you are not home, that’s for sure,” jeongwoo retorted with a chuckle, making you giggle. “are you in a hotel room? did your university take you on another trip?” he inquired, impressed as it was only last week you had told him of a trip to quebec city.

“it’s a trip, of sorts.”

“dang, the only time we go on trips is during the spring and summer, but we never have awesome trips like yours.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “woo, can’t you guess where i am?” you angled your camera so the infamous han river was captured in the background.

“i have no clue, but that’s a pretty nice view, princess. what part of canada are you in now?”

“idiot, i am in korea. that’s the han river!”

you and jeongwoo were the best of friends when you were in middle school, and the feelings blossomed into love when the two of you were seniors in high school. after a lot of hesitation and pep talks, jeongwoo finally asked you out – literally when your whole grade knew of you two liking each other – and you guys started dating.

the sweet dates and memories came to an end when you got accepted into a university in canada – on a scholarship – and with the pressure you got from your parents and school, you ended up choosing the same university, which meant you had to leave jeongwoo behind.

but he wasn’t going to give up that easy. even though you had hinted on several occasions to break up with you, jeongwoo never agreed to it. people say long-distance relationships never work, but i want to prove them wrong, he always said, being stubborn. you were glad he never broke up with you, because if anything, ever since you went to canada, your love for each other has only become stronger.

i told you, y/n. i won’t give up on us.

“wait, for real?! you are in korea right now?!” jeongwoo exclaimed, getting an excited nod from you. “it’s been years since we met. we should definitely meet up!” your smile brightened at his words, glad he had the same idea as you.

“the university brought us for a two-week exchange program. i’m the only korean who is fluent in our batch, so they said i should tag along too, so i could be the translator for them,” you explained, and jeongwoo stared at you in awe. “we have some stuff planned for these two weeks, but i’ll send you my schedule. you can cross-check and see if we can meet up on a free day.”

jeongwoo nodded, a wide smile on his face. “yep, we have some stuff planned with our university too, but i’m sure we can meet up,” he stated. “i can’t wait to see you after a long time, princess.”

“me too, woo.”

TUESDAY, 07:14AM

“i’m really sorry, y/n. i forgot about the annual festival.”

you shook your head, waving it off, feeling bad yourself. “it’s fine, babe. they planned an impromptu tour of iksan, and apparently i have to take them around.” you pouted, feeling relieved when you saw a slight smile on jeongwoo’s face.

“you are going to iksan now?” he questioned, causing you to nod in reply. “maybe i can ditch the festival and meet up with you in iksan? i just have to inform haruto and then i’ll leave soon,” he suggested, rushing around his dorm as he tried to find his roommate.

“no, jeongwoo.” you frowned. “aren’t you singing for the festival? you can’t just cancel your act and come to meet me. besides, it’s a festival for charity, and people would really donate if they heard you sing. don’t ditch the festival. we can always meet up, i’m here for another week, after all.” you tried convincing the male, sighing in relief when he grudgingly agreed.

“fine, then. how about this week thursday? i’m positive i don’t have anything that day. no lectures, no parties, no outings, nothing at all.” he looked at you in anticipation, hoping you were free too.

you bit your lip, going through your schedule, brows furrowed. “hm, we have a seminar that morning, but it ends at 11. i’m free for the day after that,” you spoke, meeting jeongwoo’s gaze through the screen, smiling widely which caused him to do the same.

“i won’t give up, princess. we are going to meet up if it’s the last thing i do.”

WEDNESDAY, 09:52PM

“yes, sir. yep, no problem. we could do that, yes. okay, good night.”

you grimaced as you buried your face in your hands, frustrated with the situation. as it was the last week of you guys being in korea, your department head wanted to treat everyone in your batch to lunch and dinner, along with an escape room experience for some fun after the dreadful seminar you guys had.

fisting your hands over your eyes, you held back a choked sob, not knowing to break the situation to jeongwoo. the two of you were planning to meet up on tomorrow, but things didn’t work out with the day your department head planned.

it wasn’t like you could refuse to go with them … you were their guide, after all.

your roommate, hana, who was the guide of the engineering faculty, watched you with a sympathetic gaze, having known all the plans you and jeongwoo had made. she walked towards you, sitting on your bed as she patted your back, feeling bad for you.

“maybe i can take your faculty around tomorrow?” she offered, wanting to do her best to help you out, since you had done so for her on several occasions.

you shook your head, knowing it wouldn’t work. “mr costell insisted he wanted all of us to go, so i can’t just burden you like that. besides, it’s a faculty day and that means you can’t do the tour with them.” you sighed, shakily grabbing your phone. “i’ll just text jeongwoo.”

“i’m sure he’ll understand. oof, if only i could kick mr costell back to canada.” hana tried cheering you up, ruffling your hair as you sniffled, typing through your teary eyes.

i don’t think i can make it tomorrow, woo.

our head planned a faculty day out

again?

what is with your faculty head and impromptu trips?

it’s fine, i guess

our uni has another fundraiser tomorrow, i’ll just help out there

i’m really sorry, woo

what about friday?

we are leaving on saturday, so we are getting the whole friday free

are you free?

yeah, definitely. let’s do friday

don’t be disheartened, princess

we will meet each other, no worries

you are the best, jeongwoo

see you on friday near the han river :)

i love you <3

i love you more <;3

good night, sleep well

FRIDAY, 10:49AM

“you have to be kidding me.”

jeongwoo stared at his roommate, haruto, in disbelief. his eyes were widened as he heard the news, shaking his head as he tried to convince himself he was simply having a nightmare.

a nightmare, and nothing else. i’m gonna wake up now. just wake up, i’m gonna–

“jeongwoo, just take a breath,” haruto worriedly spoke, holding the younger before he collapsed. “i don’t know much either. hyunsuk-hyung called me and said to come to the hospital with you quickly because jihoon-hyung got into an accident.”

jeongwoo shakily nodded, feeling weak as he heard the news of his brother getting in an accident. “what hospital? let’s go,” he mumbled, grabbing the keys off his desk as he tried his best to rush out of his dorm.

“i’ll drive,” haruto offered, seeing his best friend was too shaken to do anything.

during the ride to the hospital, jeongwoo remembered you, closing his eyes as he leant against the headrest before taking out his phone. he quickly typed out a text, sending it before realising they had arrived at the hospital, hurrying out of the car to the hospital.

i can’t make it today

i’m sorry y/n not delivered!

my brother got into an accident and i’m at the hospital not delivered!

jeongwoo didn’t leave his brother’s side, waiting for the older to come in consciousness so he could scold him for being reckless. he cried and cried as he held his brother’s hand, not really knowing why as a million thoughts ran across his head.

was he crying because his brother got into an accident? or was he crying because he was not able to meet you no matter how hard he tried? whatever the reason was, he couldn’t help but take the blame for all of it.

SATURDAY, 12:19PM

“jeongwoo, did you text y/n about what happened?”

haruto inquired, seeing the notification of a confusing message from you. jeongwoo turned to look at his best friend, raising his brows in question as his brother, jihoon, did the same.

jihoon had regained conscious around six in the evening, and had to listen to jeongwoo’s lecturing till around midnight. the doctors said he had to be monitored for a day or two, and jeongwoo signed the documents as jihoon’s guardian, despite being younger than him.

he confusingly looked at haruto. “what do you mean, ruto?” he asked, gesturing him to explain what he had meant.

“i don’t know. y/n gave a heck lotta calls and sent you a text.” he handed jeongwoo his phone, which the latter took quickly and checked, grimacing and hitting his hand against his head as he saw the 20 missed calls from you and read your text.

i guess you gave up on us jeongwoo

i’m leaving in a bit

just thought you should know

jeongwoo scrolled upwards, cursing under his breath as he saw the messages that were not delivered because he didn’t have enough credit for it. jihoon read the messages from over his shoulder, catching glimpses of the older texts and getting an idea of what had happened.

“woo, i’m fine now. just go and meet y/n, even if it’s just for a few minutes,” jihoon urged, feeling bad for his brother. “when is the flight?”

“y/n said they had to board by 12.45.” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “can i make it in time?”

“you have to try,” jihoon muttered, looking over at haruto, gesturing him to say something.

“the airport is only five minutes away, if you go now, you can definitely make it. you have to sort out your misunderstanding, and it’s better to do it in person rather than over the phone,” haruto spoke, getting a nod from jihoon.

“hand me the keys, haruto.”

SATURDAY, 12:27PM

“y/n! y/n! wait up!”

just like in the movies, jeongwoo ran through the airport, relieved when he saw you lounging outside with the rest of your batch, staring at your phone sadly. thankfully, you hadn’t gone through the gates yet. otherwise, that would be it.

you looked up as you heard your name being called, going slightly red as everyone in your batch looked at you. you turned towards the source of the voice, tearing up as your gaze landed on jeongwoo, looking like a madman as he rushed through the crowd, apologizing continuously as he hit against people.

“y/n, i’m sorry! i really am! let me explain!” he begged, grasping your hands, not caring about who was around. he just wanted to make things right.

“you idiot,” you cried, shoulders shaking as you did. “you stood me up.” you weakly raised your hands, hitting jeongwoo’s chest repeatedly.

jeongwoo shook his head, taking out his phone and showed it to you. “i’m really sorry, it’s a misunderstanding, please,” he apologized. “hyung met with an accident, and i was too frantic about it so i didn’t see that the messages were not delivered. i’m really sorry, y/n.”

realising you were too quick to put the blame, you hung your head low, unable to meet jeongwoo’s eyes. “you could’ve called me, woo. or have haruto call me. i was worried sick. you have no idea the things that went through my head,” you croaked as jeongwoo wiped away your tears.

“i’m sorry, y/n.”

“i thought you gave up on us, jeongwoo.”

the male’s eyes widened, shaking his head vigorously. “no, of course not, never! i would never give up on us, princess. never.” he cupped your face in his hands, making you meet his eyes as he gave you a slight smile. “how could i ever give up on you?”

“but nothing is working out, jeongwoo.” he tilted his face in confusion, feeling his heart tighten when you called him by his name. twice, now. did you give up on him? “it hurts when i am not able to see you, but it hurts more when i had the chance, but didn’t have enough luck to be able to meet up.”

“but, y/n, you can’t just –” he prayed internally, hoping it wasn’t what he thought it was.

“don’t you see it? for the past two weeks every time we tried to meet up, something or the other came up. fourteen days! fourteen days, and we weren’t able to meet up for even one, and when we did, it had to be the last few minutes i have left in this country.”

“w-what are you s-saying, y/n?” jeongwoo held back tears of his own, gripping onto your hands, not wanting to let go.

an announcement came on, stating passengers to enter the gates – which meant it was time to go. your batchmates shook themselves out of the drama that unfolded in front of them, and your department head blinked confusingly, clearing his throat to grab everyone’s attention and he announced to start boarding.

“maybe we are not meant to be, jeongwoo.”

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - The First Year

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Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies.

Chapters will have additional warning when necessary.

Tag list ( let me know if you want to be tagged or removed idk haha) @mionemymind / @abimess / @stephanieromanoff / @yourtaletotell / @tomy5girls / @justagaypanicking / @thegayw1tch / @idek-5 // @myperfectlovepoem // @helloalycia // @ENSORCELLME // @AIMEZVOUSBRAHMS @imapotatao / @aimezvousbrahms/ @ensorcellme/ @helloalycia

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Part I - The First Year

Hogwarts will be fun was the first thought you had when you opened the letter in your hands.

Tony, your older brother, ruffled your hair slightly as he came down into the kitchen and watched you open the mail.

"Your letter finally arrived, huh, little witch?" He joked with a smile as he sat down at the table.

"I can't wait to go!" You commented excitedly rereading the acceptance letter for the third time.

"Miss, after coffee, can we go to diagonal alley if you like?" Jarvis, your butler, asked you politely as he poured Tony's coffee making you hesitate slightly. Tony, who had his eye on you, forced a smile as he patted you on the arm.

"I'll go with you, don't worry." He assured and you nodded.

"I wish dad would come." You grumble as you sit down and Tony sighs.

" Yeah, me too." He says. "But you know he's busy, and we can't leave it to the last minute."

You mumble in agreement as you serve some sweetbreads on your plate.

Eating in silence for a few moments, you are startled slightly when Tony lets out an exclamation.

"Damn, I forgot to write back to Steve." He announces getting up and walking over to the next shelf where there were some stationery and pen.

"Your boyfriend will be upset." You tease lightly, and Tony mumbles softly without responding.

When he finishes writing the letter, he goes to the kitchen window and opens the metal, whistling loudly in a familiar rhythm. A few seconds later, Iron, his barn owl lands in front of him. Tony stroked the animal gently before dangling the letter in his paws.

" Please take this to Steve, Iron." He ordered and the animal made a noise before flying away again.

"Jarvis, I'll get ready to go." You tell the man as soon as you finish eating and head off toward the stairs.

//-//

Diagonal Alley is a noisy place.

Tony asked you to walk beside him, but you stopped walking at the first Quidditch shop you spotted, and he had to turn back halfway when he noticed you were no longer beside him.

"Don't do that." He warned, mildly annoyed, but you glazed over at the exposed broom in front of you, and he let out a chuckle when he noticed. "Come on, Y/N, you already have a broom."

"But that's no ordinary broom." You retorted with an impressed look. "It's a Nimbus 2000, it's the fastest broom there is."

"You have the 99, I don't understand the difference." He retorted with his hands in his pockets and you shrugged.

"Tony, can we buy it?" You asked pleadingly, making your brother laugh slightly.

"Let's buy your stuff first please" He retorted with a smile and you grumbled but accepted the arm he offered for you to hang on. Jarvis walked behind you with a keen eye on your surroundings.

After you had bought the vast majority of your supplies and replenished your stocks of potions items for Tony, Jarvis took you to Blossoms and Blurbs to buy this year's books.

"Good morning! Hogwarts, third and first year books, please." You heard Jarvis tell the clerk who approached you three. Tony nodded his head signaling you to feel free to walk around the bookstore in the meantime, and that is exactly what you did.

You found many interesting books in the place as you walked among the shelves. One in particular caught your attention, as there seemed to be little miniature magical creatures trying to jump out of the cover, and you grabbed it on a table, watching the item carefully.

You smiled when an ink dragon jumped into your hand, moving your head as if you were looking around. Distracted by the book, you let out a low exclamation when someone bumped into you.

"Sorry, kid." You heard a female voice speak in a humorous tone. It is a girl taller than you, short red hair. "I ended up tripping over some of those runner books."

"It's okay." You said with a smile. The girl looked at the one book in your hands for a moment.

"Do you enjoy creature tracts?" She asks casually as she reaches for a book on the bookshelf beside her.

"I don't know yet." You say and she looks at you slightly confused, "I never studied."

"Ah, first-year." She understands and you nod in agreement. "Hogwarts too or some other?"

"Hogwarts."

"Cool, I guess I'll see you there then." She says. "I'm from Slytherin, third year."

You let out a surprised exclamation.

"Maybe you know my brother." You say and the girl takes her gaze from the books in her hand she was checking to look at you with her eyebrow raised in curiosity. "His name is Tony Stark, he's also from your house."

The girl lets out a short laugh.

"I can't believe you are Stark's sister." She says. "We're not exactly friends, but I've seen him around the dorm several times. And your brother is a pain in the ass, by the way."

You laugh lightly, agreeing.

"I am Natasha Romanoff." She introduces herself next, balancing her books in one hand to greet you. You introduce yourself with a gentle smile. "Good luck with your books." She says before turning away.

You think it's cool that you already know someone besides your brother before you start at Hogwarts.

//-//

Buying your wand is a rather strange experience.

Mr. Ollivander has a glint in his eye as if he knows everyone's secrets, and seems to disappear and reappear in his store very easily.

Tony sat on one of the stools while he waited for you, and Jarvis went to buy something for you two to eat.

After trying almost five wands, and exploding a glass vase when he tried the last one, Mr. Ollivander sighed.

"Sorry, I don't know why it's not working." You asked feeling nervous, but he smiled.

"Don't worry, dear." He said. "Difficult customers are so much fun."

He walked back in between the shelves after that, and then reappeared with three new packages.

"I remember when Howard Stark bought his wand." He told smiling nostalgically as you opened one of the packages, a black wand in front of you. "Phoenix, Cedar, slightly flexible."

"Dad has changed wands thousands of times." Added Tony wryly, but Mr. Ollivander didn't seem to mind.

The wand you tested let out a faint spark when you tried to cast a simple conjuration spell, and the man in front of you was quick to take it from your hand the next second.

"I think I have a better idea." He announced turning around, and then climbed the ladder supported by the wall, picking up a package at the top.

"Try this one dear." He asked handing you a dark wand, the wood was shiny, a color you didn't know exactly what it was, but it was beautiful.

When you grabbed the item, you felt a tingling sensation spread throughout your hand, and the wand vibrated slightly for a few seconds, causing Ollivander to let out a noise of excitement.

"You see, I knew I would find an owner for you dear." He spoke and you realized that he was speaking with the item in your hands. Soon he turned his gaze back to you. "Take good care of this one, will you, it was quite difficult to get dark elf blood for the core."

"R-right." You said with a slight frown, not quite sure what to make of that information.

Tony laughed lightly at the interaction, he should be used to Mr. Ollivander's eccentric manner by now, since he kept breaking his wands just like your father and often returned to the store to get a new one.

After paying, you and Tony met Jarvis outside, he was carrying some sweet rolls.

//-//

July ended too quickly for your happiness. You were very eager to go to school.

You spent most of August at home, playing quidditch with Tony in the backyard, curiously reading the magic books you bought, and trying to peek into the basement where your father worked, but he always caught you looking and smiled, asking you to go back to your room.

You would like your father to take you to the station, but he said he had a magic conference in September, and would be traveling for the next few weeks. Tony was upset, but he put his arm around your shoulders and asked you to hurry to get your bags.

When you finally got to the station, you were slightly nervous about going through a wall, but Tony laughed, and showed you how to go first.

You hugged Jarvis good-bye before following your brother along the way.

Tony dragged you across the train cars to the first empty cabin he could find. He commented that it would be nice if you made your own friends, but that he would like you to sit with him.

So here you were, sitting with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, Tony's best friends since the first year. The boys smiled encouragingly at you. You already knew them, because Tony kept inviting them to spend holidays with him all the time.

"Hey, Y/N, how was your vacation?" Steve asked as soon as you sat down next to him. You shrugged, saying that it was nice, but that you were looking forward to attending Hogwarts.

Soon the boys started talking about what they were excited about next year, and you did your best to keep up, not knowing exactly who the people they mentioned were, or knowing the classes they talked about.

Many minutes after the train was moving, a girl opened the cabin door.

"Hey, strangers." She greeted with a smile.

"Hi Peggy." Steve said with a smile, you frowned at the slight scowl on your brother's face.

"They're calling for us in the prefects compartment, Steve." She warned and Steve nodded, getting up. He and the girl then left, and Tony crossed his arms.

"What's wrong?" You asked noticing his posture and the way Bucky had a little smile on his face.

"It's nothing." Grumbled your brother, and as he turned his face to the window, Bucky who was standing in front of you, whispered to you.

"Tony thinks Peggy likes Steve." He recounted. "So he doesn't like Peggy very much."

"Oh." You said, pretending to understand the whole plot. It didn't make much sense to you because everyone couldn't be friends, but you figured that when you were your brother's age you would understand better.

//-//

The Hogwarts Express only stopped at night.

Properly uniformed, you smiled when your brother patted you on the shoulder, telling you that he would meet you at the castle, since the first-year students had to go by boat.

Your hands were sweating a little as you walked up to the extraordinarily tall man who introduced himself as Drax.

"First-year students, please, six in each boat." He shouted to the crowd, and the students moved closer together.

You sat in one of the first little boats, five other children you didn't know surrounding you.

"I'm so excited." A blonde girl commented cheerfully, waving her hands. She smiled at everyone as she introduced herself as "Harley Quinn".

"I bet you''ll blow something up once we get there, Harley" Added a redheaded girl sitting next to you, you could tell by her tone that they were probably friends. The blonde, Harley, laughed.

"Shut up, Ivy." She said, and then Drax was back, climbing into one of the boats beside her. He checked the boats one last time, then waved his hand, and the transports began to move.

Everyone, including you, let out a chorus of excitement.

When you noticed the castle, you smiled. It was huge, and just as amazing as Tony used to tell you.

"Wow, it must be amazing to fly over all that." You quietly observed, and the girl next to you turned her head in your direction, smiling.

"Do you like flying?" She asked, and you nodded. She looked at you for a moment and then held out her hand to greet you. "I am Diana. Diana Prince."

"Hi, Diana." You said introducing yourself next. "Do you also like to fly?"

"I love it." She says. "I hope i can make it onto the team."

"I don't know if the first-years have any chance, but I'll be rooting for you." You assure, and Diana smiles.

When the boats stop in the harbor, the students are all excited to get out and see the castle, but Drax's almost intimidating posture makes everyone properly behaved.

He leads the crowd to the staircase, and then there is a lobby. There is a woman waiting for everyone, her strict posture makes you think she is someone you wouldn't want to upset.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." She announces. "I am Professor Okoye, head of Gryffindor house."

The students exchange burbles next, but the teacher's gaze shuts them up almost immediately.

"As long as you are here, your houses will be like your families." She continues. "Your triumphs will earn you points, and if you break any rules, those points will be taken away."

She says, casting a disapproving glance at one of the students in the corner, who giggled. "In a few moments we will begin the sorting hat ceremony."

The teacher then turns around, heading toward a large bronze door, and talking to someone on the other side. You hear someone laughing near you, and you turn your head to the side in curiosity.

It was a blond boy, and he seemed to be enjoying himself as he balanced one of the gold cups he picked up from the surrounding shelves. You thought he would be in trouble if he knocked it over, and this seemed to be exactly the same opinion as the girl next to him, who was looking at him disapprovingly.

"Stop being an idiot, Peter, put that back." She complained and he laughed, shrugging.

"Gamora, you're a spoilsport you know." He retorted and when he put the cup back, it spun and fell to the floor, breaking into several pieces. The boy turned pale as Teacher Okoye turned her head in his direction.

You rolled your eyes, walking over to them.

"Reparo" You said drawing your wand as you pointed at the broken object. Some children let out impressed exclamations when they saw the bowl form again, but you just put your wand away in shame. It was no big deal. Okoye caught up with the three of you next, looking reproachfully at the boy.

"I expect better behavior during the ceremony, sir..."

"Quill"

"Mister Quill." She completed and took one last look at the boy that had with his head down before turning back to the front of the crowd again, waving for the students to follow her.

"Hey, that was pretty cool." Peter commented beside you as you walked. You shrugged, focusing on the path.

//-//

The sorting hat was something exceptional.

Tony never told you how the choice was made, and you knew it was only to annoy you. He had sometimes joked that the students faced each other in a duel, and even though you told him to shut up, you had a look at his spell book before you came.

The actual ceremony was much simpler, however.

When it was your turn to climb onto the small stool, you bit your lips, hoping that everything would go smoothly. Just as the old cloth of the hat fell over your eyes, blocking your view of the rest of the hall, you heard a voice in your head.

" Hello, dear, no need to be so nervous." Announced the hat gently. "You are a curious little thing, I see."

"Is that a good thing?" You thought, and the hat chuckled lightly.

"It might be." He said mysteriously. "Interesting what I see here. Very interesting."

"What are you seeing?"

"Your memories, dear."

"Oh." You thought, feeling slightly embarrassed. That seemed like an intrusion of your privacy. The hat laughed again, and you remembered that he was on your head.

"You're hard to sort out." He says, and you squeeze the stool. "Don't worry, I'm not going to send you home, that's not how it works."

"Oh, right."

Hat was silent a few moments.

"I see courage in your heart." He says and you try to remember the characteristics of the houses. "But that courage is well forged with your loyalty."

You swallow dryly, feeling your anxiety rising. This was definitely taking much longer than the people who went before you.

"You are as smart as your father and brother, both members of the Slytherin house." He says. "There's a willingness not to let them down."

"That's personal." You grumble feeling your cheeks flush, but the hat doesn't care to apologize for bringing up your insecurities.

"Ah, this is interesting here. A pure kindness, yet pruned in your origins of shallow paternal affection”.

You frown, not understanding what he is saying.

"You are quite adaptable child, it has always been one of your best virtues." The hat remarks, and you get the impression that the next part is only said for you. "Tell me, where would you like to stay?"

"Isn't that your job?" You retort in thought, and hear him laugh again. You rush to correct yourself, not wanting to be rude. "Sorry, hat. I don't really know. I'd like to stay where I fit in best."

"You would do well anywhere." He retorts, and you frown. "And that's pretty impressive, you know. I haven't met another hatstall since the last century."

You swallow dryly, not knowing if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"I'll work hard, sir." You tell him. "I don't want people to think I'm a special witch just because of my family. That's something I'm sure, I don't know if it helps you choose."

Hat lets out a sigh of relief.

"Actually, that's exactly what I needed."

It takes a moment for him to speak again, and when he does, you feel your whole body shake.

"Hufflepuff"

//-//

Steve Rogers is the head boy of Hufflepuff and he celebrates excitedly when you sit down at the table next to him.

"That's so cool" He comments. "I'll be able to tease Tony all year about it."

After that, director Agatha Harkness, made the announcement of the beginning of the year. If her goal was to scare the students, she succeeded when she talked about the deadly dangers surrounding the forbidden forest and the punishments for the disobedient. Professor Strange interrupted her speech as he cleared his throat, awkwardly waving for Agatha to stop saying such things, and the woman giggled.

Dinner is delicious, and then you are following the crowd of students into the communal rooms.

"Butterbeer" Steve said to the portrait on the wall, and you blinked in surprise when the painting moved to the side, a door behind.

You sighed when you realized how cozy the Hufflepuff's common room was.

"Everyone please come in." Asked Steve in the center of the room, waving to the students who stayed behind. When everyone was around him, he smiled. "The dorms are divided by gender, but you can sleep wherever you feel most comfortable. I will only suggest that none of you try to sleep with the seventh graders, because they are scary." Steve joked making the crowd laugh lightly. "We have a supply of food in those lockers, just in case you feel like having a snack in the early morning, outside of the permitted hours for walking around the castle." He continues and stands thoughtfully for a few moments. "Most of the things you need to know are on the bulletin board on that wall, and you can also ask me anything you want. Your belongings have already been taken to the free beds, but if you want any help, you can organize among yourselves or just come talk to me."

Steve smiled as the crowd moved. You headed in the direction where he said the rooms were.

//-//

You let out a surprised exclamation as something landed on your head.

"Damn, sorry!" Asked an asian girl approaching you, and pulling the small being out of your hair as you entered the room. "Groot, I told you to behave yourself."

"I am groot." Grumbled the little creature. You looked at it wide-eyed, impressed.

"Wow, is that a tree?"

The girl laughed, putting the small creature sitting on her shoulder, sitting on the bed next to the one you identified as having your things.

"Yes and no." She said. "I found Groot in my garden over the vacations, and well, I don't know what he is exactly. But I think he was trying to make my mother's plants grow."

"He's really cute." You commented approaching with your finger extended. Groot smiled, accepting your touch.

"I am Mantis." Says the girl next and you smile at her as you introduce yourself. "We're going to be roommates."

"Yes, and so is Groot." You add as you take off your cape to throw on the bed that would be yours.

After eating so well at dinner, it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep.

You dream of glowing green eyes and a red light, but you don't recognize them or understand what it means, and when you wake up, you no longer remember.

//-//

Two weeks since you started at Hogwarts, you are used to how eccentric everything can be.

The classes weren't as difficult as you imagined, but that's probably because you've had contact with magic all your life and always had an easy time learning things. All the teachers were unique in their own way.

Professor Rocket, for example, taught Transfiguration and spent almost the entire period transfigured into a raccoon, even outside of class hours. He was temperamental and got irritated very easily when students talked too much in his class, so it was not recommended to do so.

There was also Professor Fury, who had an eye patch as a mandatory piece in his daily costume, and all the students spent more time trying to guess how this happened, than listening to his explanations of defense spells against the dark art.

Your astronomy class on Wednesdays was taught by Professor Odin, who like to claim that he was a descendant of the Olympian gods, but no one believed him. He was also the father of two of your classmates, Thor and Loki Odinson, who were the exact opposite of each other. While Thor was warm and friendly, Loki was cold and reclusive, plus the former was from Gryffindor and the other from Slytherin. Surprisingly, you liked them both.

You ended up meeting the head of your house only on the second day.

Professor Heimdall taught Divination, so you wouldn't have any classes with him until the third year.You bumped into him when you were late for fifth period and had to run to the common room for your Potions books, and almost fell on the floor when you turned the corner without looking and the professor was there. He prevented you from falling with a wave of his wand, smiling gently.

" Forgive me." You said clumsily, feeling slightly intimidated by the yellow irises as the magic set you on your feet properly, as well as catching your books in the air and placing them in your hands again.

"Be careful with the castle corridors, Miss Stark." Said the man, and for some reason, you thought he wasn't just talking about this little incident.

"Professor Heimdall, let's talk in a private place, please." Asked Professor Okoye, who was standing at his side, she looked at you with a certain disapproval, and you couldn't tell whether it was because of your intrusion, or the fact that your tie was hanging loosely around your neck, in addition to the open buttons on your shirt.

After this little incident, you asked Steve who Professor Heimdall was, and he explained that he was the head of Hufflepuff, and might seem intimidating at first glance, but that he was very kind.

But so far, the professor who has intrigued you the most was Professor Erik Lehnsherr, who taught Potions. He didn't say anything that wasn't related to the subject, didn't make any comments about behavior or events at school. And he had such a stern and mysterious look in his eyes that no student had the courage to ask him anything. You heard Peter Quill make a bet with Thor Odinson that Professor Erik was unable to smile because of some particular sorcery, but you thought it best not to laugh, especially since Mr. Lehnsherr was looking at your direction.

When you had your first Potions period with Slytherin, after herbology professor T'Challa needed to reschedule classes for an appointment, you were surprised to discover that professor Lehnsherr had children.

Gamora ended up on the same bench as you, and she was talking to her sister, Nebula, about an incident that occurred in their dormitory.

"Clearly, the professors' children have an easy time getting away with punishment." Nebula bitterly remarked, and you frowned in confusion.

"I don't think it was the girl's fault." Gamora retorted as she put the ingredients into her cauldron. She looked at you quickly, realizing that you were listening to the conversation, but she didn't scold you, she just kept stirring the mixture.

"What happened?" you asked next, and Nebula looked at you with mild irritation. She seemed about to tell you to mind your own business, but Gamora smiled, moving closer to whisper to you.

"A girl lost her temper in the Slytherin dorm bathrooms last night." She told. "She's a second year, her name is Wanda Maximoff. She and her brother are Professor Lehnsherr's kids, and everyone is saying that she didn't go to detention because of it."

Your jaw dropped, impressed.

"I can't believe Magneto has children." You said making Gamora and Nebula laugh at the nickname. Last week you found out that the school had been calling Erik that since he stopped the hall chandelier from falling on the teachers' desk two years ago when he used non-verbal magic to attract the metal, and everyone started calling him that behind his back. Tony told you and you liked the story.

"I know right, he seems so self-contained." Gamora remarked looking back briefly. Professor Erik was focused on his own potions book.

"That noisy kid from Gryffindor said he's married." Nebula added next and Gamora laughed lightly.

"Peter Quill?"

"Yes."

"Wow, that's surprising." Says the girl. You both return to stirring your cauldrons in silence after that little conversation.

When you have finished your mixing, Professor Erik gives Hufflepuff five points for your good work, and you smile with red cheeks.

"You're nice." Nebula suddenly said beside you as you were leaving the room. Gamora stood next to her. "Do you want to walk around with us?"

"We're already walking." You joked and Gamora laughed unlike her sister who grimaced.

"Yep, definitely cool." She added. "Do you want to have lunch with us?"

"At your table or mine?"

Gamora and Nebula exchanged glances.

"I'm not sitting with Hufflepuff." Nebula declared and you sighed, rolling your eyes.

"You know I'm from Hufflepuff, right?"

"I'm reconsidering the invitation." She retorted and you frowned, but Gamora smiled at you.

"Will you sit with us, please?"

You sighed, nodding in agreement. You could talk to Tony after all.

//-//

Lunch at the Slytherin table became an everyday thing after that day. It took two weeks for Mantis to start joining you, and then you realized that you had a small group of friends now.

At Christmas, neither you nor Tony came home, because your father was working and you didn't want to be alone in the Stark mansion. You ended up turning down Tony's invitation to spend Christmas with Steve Rogers and his family, because you weren't really friends with Steve. Tony insisted, not wanting you to be alone, but you assured him that you would be fine in the company of your friends, and that he needn't worry.

On Christmas morning, Groot woke you up by jumping on your face. You laughed lightly because he was so small that he was like a tickle, and stood up as you returned the little creature to Mantis' bedside table.

A few hours later, as you were opening your presents at the Slytherin table along with Gamora, Nebula, Mantis, and Peter Quill, who had also stayed at Hogwarts for the end of the year, you let out an excited exclamation.

"I can' believe it." You spoke, opening the package in front of you. It was a large box, it was bewitched and only revealed the actual wrapping once you tore the paper off. It was actually a broom.

"Wow, that's cool." Peter remarked as he looked at your present.

That's how you ended up in the middle of the snow, testing your new broom while your friends cheered and celebrated below you.

"Are you sure you can fly?" You asked Peter as soon as he asked you if he could ride. He shrugged, smiling.

You and the girls watched as he controlled the broom for a few feet above the ground, and then he overspeeded it and sped away.

You all ran into his direction, while the broom seemed almost annoyed at his lack of control, and knocked him into a tree. Peter fell between the branches, onto someone who was resting under it.

When you all reached him, you frowned when there was a boy pushing Quill.

"Watch it, dude!" Warned the boy, but before you could say anything, Gamora was already stepping forward, wand in hand.

"It was just an accident." She said and the boy looked at her surprised with her wand outstretched. He crossed his arms however, not looking scared.

"Oh, you're going to spell me now, are you?" He teased.

"Piss off, Maximoff." Warned Nebula next, taking a step beside her sister. So this was Pietro Maximoff. You figured that confidence should come from being the son of one of the professors.

"I suggest you leave my brother alone." Warned a voice behind you. You turned next, only to catch sight of a girl with brown hair, green eyes that glittered with anger.

Gamora clenched her jaw, and Nebula drew her own wand toward the girl, who also had her wand in her hands.

You sighed, raising your hands as you stood in the line of fire.

"Would everyone please calm down?" You asked. "It was just a misunderstanding, and the broom is mine anyway, no need to fight about it."

It takes a moment, but Gamora puts down her wand, and everyone follows her after that. She has an insinuating smile on her face.

"You really are a Hufflepuff, aren't you Stark?" She teases, and you laugh sheepishly, putting your hands in your pockets. "Come on Quill."

Gamora warns and the boy shoots Pietro an ugly look as he leaves. You accept your broom that he hands to you, and turn around, your gaze meeting that of the girl who is supposed to be Wanda Maximoff for a moment. You feel your face heat up at the intensity of the angry look, and you look away, following your friends.

//-//

The months went by quickly as the rest of the school year passed. You managed to do very well on the exams, and didn't get involved in any near-fights again.

When the year ended and the Hufflepuff didn't win the House Cup, you thought you should have been more upset, but you didn't mind having Gamora and Nebula celebrating beside you, laughing and hugging you excitedly.

You also didn't understand why you felt your stomach turn when you caught Wanda Maximoff smiling amidst the Slytherin celebration when you looked around.

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kaorusakurayashikiswife · 4 years ago

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new beginnings

pairing: Kaoru Sakurayashiki x f!reader

wc: 2k

warnings: angst (not really idk); fluff; exes to lovers; not proofread

notes: first post!! I saw that there weren’t really a lot of writings for Kaoru and decided to take it upon myself to write some!! I hope you enjoy, and please do tell me if there’s a mistake anywhere or if I there’s a warning I should add

“Are you ever going to skate again?”

Kojiro grins at you, handing you your food. You were on your break from work and decided to visit your old friend from high school.

“Kojiro you know why I can’t”

“It’s been a year I’m sure everyone wants to see you skating again!” You can’t blame him for his enthusiasm, it had almost been a year after you decided to quit skating due to breaking up with Kaoru. Before you quit you were known in ‘S’ as one of the top contenders, good enough to go against Adam, you had never gone on a beef against him since you had no interest to compete against someone like him.

“C’mon (Y/N)! You know everyone wants to see the infamous RIN again! After your sudden disappearance last year your fans have been missing you, there's even a new guy you can compete against!” You leaned in to cover his mouth, you didn’t want anyone knowing the name you were under while skating in S.

“Fine! I’ll visit but I’m not competing, I just want to see the poor soul that caught Adam’s eye.”

Kojiro smiled, knowing you, you’d probably compete either way, he knew that you’d been missing skating in S after he found you practicing. Your break up with Kaoru had changed their dynamic as you wanted nothing to do with him while he regretted letting you go.

The break up was because Kaoru kept insisting to go against Adam, you knew it was a bad idea, you had tried convincing him many times that the Adam he once knew was gone. Kaoru didn't like it as Adam was very dear to him, he had snapped at you and told you that you didn’t know him and that he’d rather break up with you than listening to your nonsense. You pitied the man, you’d heard what Adam had done to him a few days prior and wanted nothing more than to slap the man for hurting Kaoru.

“You won’t regret it! I’ll see you then RIN”

You hit him again, wanting to keep your professional life and personal life separate, “Say that name again out loud and I’m not going”.

Kojiro watched as you left the restaurant, sakura keychain still in dangling out of your bag like it had been so many years ago.

“You guys really are similar in that aspect”

Once you get home you sigh, your job has been taking a toll on you and you really needed a break. You look into your closet and see your skateboard, the only reason why you quit skating is because it reminded you of him, he was the one to teach you how to skate after all. The same man who decided to leave you to chase after the memory of the friend he once knew.

Making up your mind you change into your outfit and head down the same familiar path leading to the mine.

“Yo (Y/N)! Long time no see”

“You asshole! you call me by my name here and call me by my S name in public! Do you have a death wish?” You get closer to Kojiro to give him a piece of your mind, until you see four guys next to him: two boys who look like they’re in high school, an intimidating guy with clown-looking make-up, and a little boy who you think you’ve seen on TV.

“IS THAT RIN?!?” the redhead boy yelled, it caused everyone to turn to you, you were now the center of attention, mutters about the sudden appearance of one of the most known skaters in S.

“Who’s she?”

Compared to the redhead, the blue haired guy seemed like he was new, you assumed he was the rookie that Kojiro had mentioned earlier in the day.

“She’s a really well-known skater in S! she’s beaten a lot of people here, it’s said that she’s on par with Adam, but they’ve never gone against each other!”

“damn right and never will, I like not having broken bones thank you” you muttered, as everyone calmed down, they introduced themselves and seemed intrigued to see an old face.

“I came to see the new rookie everyone’s been talking about, I’m only here to watch though” everyone’s faces dropped, they seemed disappointed to not be able to see you skate.

“Then why’d you bring your skateboard hm?” Kojiro smirks at you, knowing that you’d come here to skate a little, even if it was just for fun.

“Fine, how about this? SNOW” you pointed at Langa and motioned him to follow you, “you’re coming with me, I wanna see why everyone is talking about you” you take Langa along and decide to skate against him in the course.

“Sorry I’m late, I forgot to charge Carla earlier today so she finished charging a little later than usual” Kaoru stood next to Kojiro to see why everyone seemed more excited. “Right on time Cherry! Look who’s skating today”.

Kaoru looked at the screen, it was you, he hadn’t seen you in a year and you never bothered to answer the messages he had sent you, not that he blamed you for that. You looked just as beautiful as he remembered, if not more, the way your hair flowed freely made you look ethereal, and your face seemed to glow while you were skating, an expression he had missed seeing from you.

He wanted to apologize, after the incident with Adam that landed him in the hospital he realized that his friend was gone, no semblance of him left. While in his hospital bed he remembered the words you had told him before he broke up with you. He knew he had no right to apologize now, but seeing you at S made him realize he missed you and wanted you back, if you’d have him of course.

Langa was surprised, your style of skating was different from anything he’d seen before, it looked complicated but you didn’t seem to be struggling at all. Due to him being distracted he hadn’t realized that you’d already crossed the finish line before him.

“That was good! You knew how to snowboard before learning how to skate right?” You asked excitedly, it had been a while since you’ve had this much freedom while skating. “Yes, how’d you know?”

“I’ve always wanted to learn how to snowboard! Your stance seemed similar to those in videos I’ve seen online!”

As you walk back to the rest of the group you see him. Kaoru’s hair got a bit longer but apart from that nothing seemed too different, he still had that unapproachable aura around him. He seemed to be staring at you but you refused to look at him in the eye, you still missed him after all.

“Long time no see (Y/N)” He tried reaching out to you but you didn’t move at all, “Don’t call me that here.”

“Right, sorry Rin”

It seemed that everyone around you was aware of the tense atmosphere, although nobody really knew of what relationship you and Cherry held.

As everyone headed home, you decided to stay back and skate a little, you didn’t know when the next time you were going to be able to skate again after all. That’s when you notice it, just a little behind you were Joe and Cherry trying to catch up to you. “Rin! I thought you weren’t skating anymore?” You didn’t need to turn to see that there was a smile on his face.

“Don’t you have any fangirls to be with?” You retort, speeding a bit to gain distance from them.

“They all went home, why? You jealous?”

“As if.”

“Cherry over here wants to talk to you.”

In all honesty, you’d forgot he was even there at all, if it weren’t for Carla telling him the angles once in a while, you wouldn’t even have noticed him. You were pondering whether you should listen to what he had to say, “He’s been all gloomy ever since he saw you”. You heard someone fall, assuming it was Kojiro you kept going, he deserved it anyway.

You and Kaoru skated in silence for a bit, the only sounds heard were the wheels of both of your skateboards. As you were the first to pass the finish line you stop, getting off of your skateboard and getting ready to go back home.

“So what’d you want to talk about?”

Kojiro looks surprised, he thought you hadn’t noticed him staring at you. Frankly, he wanted to apologize and ask for a second chance, he knew he was undeserving of it though, you only wanted the best for him, but he pushed you away.

“I wanted to apologize for before, I know you meant well, but I only pushed you away when you tried helping me. I should’ve listened to what you said.”

Although it was a bit short and awkward, you knew he meant it. To be honest, you don’t blame him, he only wanted to know what had happened to his friend after he disappeared and came back with a whole different personality. You would’ve done the same if a friend whom you considered family did the same. You knew that even though he had finally come to terms with the fact that the Adam he knew in high school was gone, he was still hurting. You understood all of this, yet it was still hard to forget how angry he’d gotten at you, how he went on and on about how you didn’t know Adam at all (even though you’d been there when all four of you skated together in high school), and how he couldn’t be with someone who talked ill about his best friend. You remember how he broke up with you through a phone call after being late for a date, how you had to show up in your friend’s front door with all of your stuff, in fear of going to Kojiro’s restaurant because he was probably there.

“You didn’t need to wait a year to apologize to me” He flinched, knowing full-well what you were speaking of. He knew he had messed up the moment he ended the call, but his pride didn’t let him go back to your shared apartment to apologize to you, and he assumed that you were probably packing your bags as he headed to Kojiro’s place to drink.

“I didn’t know what to do after I went back to the apartment with your stuff gone”

“Well, I can’t just stay in my ex-boyfriend’s apartment after he just broke up with me can I?”

There was a silent pause, you were basically ready to head back home, but decided to wait to see if he had more to say. “Alright, if you’re done I’ll be heading home now.”

He quickly grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving, “it’s late, let me take you home”.

You declined, Kojiro had already promised you to take you back home. At the mention of his name he looked confused.

“Kojiro left a long time ago though?”

You were surprised, looking around for the tall muscle-headed idiot, but Kaoru was right, he left you behind. You were really going to kill him this time, it was probably part of his plan so you could talk things out with Kaoru.

“If it’s not too much trouble, I’d be grateful if you did then” you offered him a small smile, you had to be nice to the person driving you back to your apartment.

The ride home was silent, all he could hear were Carla’s directions to your apartment. As you got home and thanked him for the ride he stopped you again.

“Can I have another chance?” You stayed silent, he took your silence as a rejection and started his engine to leave, but this time, you were the one to stop him.

“You still owe me a meal at Kojiro’s” He blinked, confused as to what you were saying. Then he remembered, he had made you a promise that every time you beat him in S he’d buy you your favorite dish at Kojiro’s restaurant.

He smiled, frown no longer on his face after the promise of a new beginning, “Of course, tell me when you’re free to get it”.

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