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iqzo · 10 months

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BEAUTY & A BEAST.

(nsfw, rapper connie)

BEING FRIEND WITH INFAMOUS Connie Springer. had it’s up and downs, specially with you being his manager. A lot of speculation about you and him having a relationship was bound to ignite.

After being caught with his crooked pointer finger resting beneath your chin, lifting it up as he stares intensely into your eyes while he held a umbrella in his next hand.

Of course shaderoom was the first to post it then TMZ nosey ass, and the rest of the world. Connie didn’t give a fuck about the accusations, but you did. Knowing how many businesses lines you had and how this rumor might take a toll on it.

Connie sat on the chair, writing lyrics for his new album which would be released in about 4 weeks or 3.

Bumping his head as he found the right words to rhyme with, and the incredible word play that had him hyped the most.

you entered the studio closing the door behind you, Connie turned and his eyes instantly roaming the tight turtle neck dress you wore that ended barely at your thighs.

wearing those big frame glasses Connie adored, and your long butterfly locks framing your face perfectly. you held a clipboard to your stomach resting it on the couch.

you walked up to connie, “Whatchu workin on?” Connie comely eyes glued to the lipgloss combo you had. the outer painted black while the inner was shined up with lipgloss.

“The angel song..” he replied his eyes still wandering around your body as you walked around him to look at the notebook yourself. Connie now hovering above you, your body inches away from his. “Ouu, i like this word play.” you smiled pointing at the same word play that had him hyped.

Connie smiled. wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in closer, instantly taking a whiff of the perfume he had bought you for your birthday. “Connie..are you sniffing me?” you questioned, he lifts his head up from your neck.

“yeah, you smell nice.” he complemented, you casted a smile before looking back down at the notebook. “thank you,” you whispered.

Connie grabbed the chair and pulled it over, sitting down grabbing you down with him. landing on his lap, you continued to view his lyrics, your eyebrows furrowed up. “Is this a love song?” you questioned fixing yourself on his lap so you sat sideways, Connie inhaled deeply hoping you didn’t feel the boner.

“Yea.” he answered, low eyes glued to yours. you moved from side to side thinking he was zoomed out but his eyes followed every movement. “Stop staring at me.” you blushed covering your face with his notebook.

A small grin found its way on connie’s face, “You look fucking beautiful and you expect me to stop staring?” he asked leaning up to you, his mouth near your ear as he continued to talk soft with you. “This dress bout short as fuck, did anyone make you feel uncomfortable on your way here? just tell me and i’ll handle it, baby.” he whispered planting a kiss on your cheek after, you were getting wet and connie knew since he felt the heartbeats.

“n-no..” you whispered, watching his large veiny hands that were designed with rings and a small panda tattoo on the side of his pointer finger slowly waltzing up your thigh. “Con-connie..” Connie wrapped his free hand around your neck pulling your head back locking his lips with yours as the hand beneath your dress started pulling aside your drenched panties, legs spreading for more access.

Connie tongue slipped past your lips and roaming around your mouth, as you struggled to keep up with him since he had a finger already pumping inside you. he inserts a next one. both individuals curved instantly hitting that spot. causing a loud pornographic noise that made Connie pull away with a smirk, “right here?” he asked going more faster as you struggled with the word leaving your mouth.

“agh, c-con, i-i’m gonna, ahh” your legs shakes with a fountain of your juices squirting out landing on connie’s fingers as the rest went onto the floor.

you breathed heavily, while still feeling Connie kissing your neck. you groaned, he slides his fingers out and brought them to your lips, “open.” he said in a demanding tone, your shaky lips parted giving Connie the access to roughly shove his two fingers into your mouth. “Taste how good you are, baby.” he says watching as you licked his finger clean.

he slips his fingers out along with some spit dripping out, he quickly throws you over his shoulder which caught you off guard.

he rest you softly on the couch, sliding your dress up as he unbuckled his pants, zipping it down exposing the heavy bulge in his calvin klein.

“open up for me..” he says, you parted your lips and allowed Connie to dip his fingers inside. applying the saliva onto his cock before sliding hisself in.

Both you and Connie moaned from the feeling of the warmth and gummy walls that enclosed around his dick while you felt completely full by his dick being inside you.

he gave you a minute to adjust to his size before going completely mad.

having you screaming his name out in the studio, you were so happy it was just you and him today.

His hand slide to the underside of your thighs bringing them to his shoulders and leaving them there.

he continued to roughly pound into you, his eyes caught the print of his tip hitting your stomach.

he chuckled which caught your attention, “look baby.” he says, your head picked up to see what he was talking about.

you gasped seeing the outline of his dick, protruding against your stomach. “Damn,” he says through a throaty chuckle, “fuck, wanna touch it?” he questioned you nod your head making connie grasp your wrist, taking it to the bulge.

both hands pressing down on the bulge which caused you to moan, connie’s eyes widened from how your walls tightly wrapped around his cock. “s-shit baby.” he says.

he picked back up his past and began working his way to his climax, sweat beans showing on his forehead, his strokes getting more sloppier each time he went back in. your hands wrapped around his neck, reaching your high cumming all over his dick as he went harder. coating your insides with his semen.

“fu-fuck..” he mumbled, by your ear. now resting on top of you, both out of breath. connie having the energy to lift his head up using his arms as support to hold his body.

“now all i need is a beat,” you glared at him, “get your corny ass off me.” he chuckled before landing a kiss on your cheek.

“i love you,” “i love you too.”

#x black reader #jujutsu kaisen #long hair #rapper #aot connie #connie x black y/n #anime x black!reader #attack on titan eren #eren x reader #bnha x reader #jean kirstein #connie springer #studio #famous #Spotify #iqzo<3

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pupkashi · 11 months

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my you

gojo learns he moves stargazing

a/n: hi friends ! hope ur all well :] in honor of my you being released on spotify have this !! (also shameless txt insert hehe) i hope u all enjoy and plz let me know what you think !!! i love ready yall’s comments :(

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it didn’t take much begging for you to convince satoru to go stargazing with you. after being together for a little over a year, it’s one of the only dates you’d always dreamed of that he hadn’t realized already.

“it’s gonna be hot isn’t it” he pouted and you smiled, watching as he slipped a white t shirt on.

“it’s summer, what do you think?” you teased, giddy as you continued to curate the playlist on your phone.

“i cant believe four seasons have passed with you already” he sighs, a bit dreamy as he takes a seat next to you on the bed, resting his chin on your shoulder and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“time really does fly huh?” you smiled, fondly recalling numerous memories from the past year. “remember when you set that picnic up for our first date and we got rained on” you giggled, satoru’s face flushed at the memory. even a year later he was mortified.

“stop that was so embarrassing! it was so sunny i didn’t think it’d rain” he whined, nuzzling his head into your neck, “cant believe you went on a second date with me after that mess” he smiled.

he remembers the soggy sandwiches and all too sticky candies, the way your hair was absolutely ruined as the rained poured down on the two of you, drenched to the bone when you reached the car.

“i thought it was kinda sweet how you tried to protect me from the rain” you smiled, the image of the then frazzled satoru coming to mind.

an hour later the two of you find yourselves in the car, satoru putting the very same picnic basket in the back seat, filled to the brim with food and blankets. he’s settling into the drivers seat and you rattle off items you made sure to not forget, smiling when he tells you everything’s there.

satoru had never gone stargazing. he can only recall looking at the sky after battles and thinking of how dark and lonely it was. glimmering stars miles and miles away from him. vague memories of times he’d brushed too close to death, laying on the ground and twinkling stars mocking him as his breathing became more shallow.

and now here he is, sitting with you on his car hood as the sun sets, the sky didn’t feel dark and lonely anymore.

there’s warm colors all around him, from the pinks and reds of the sky to the sage t shirt you were wearing. your smile felt warm as you complimented his sandwich, claiming ‘it must’ve been the love’ which he made it with to make it taste so good.

it’s twenty minutes after the sun had set when he realizes it’s blue hour, turning to you with a smile, “guess what hour it is” he grins, eyes sparkling as you immediately pick up his cues.

“blue hour!” you smile, giggling as the two of you break into song, laughing when one of you messes the lyrics up, blaming the other for singing too late.

a year ago he would’ve glanced at the outside, seen the blue hues painting the world and gone about his day. now he sees it and smiles, giddy anytime he reads ‘5:53’ on a clock. memories of the first time you told him it was ‘blue hour’ flashing in his mind, he didn’t really understand exactly what that implied but he shared your excitement either way, only later asking you what it meant.

your snacks are long gone when the stars begin to peek out from the dark blanket of the sky, twinkling ever so slightly when you look up.

“oh they’re so pretty!” you gush, a smile painting your features as you lean onto satoru, laughing when he tries to come up with new constellations.

“that’s the Big Dipper, that much I’m sure of” he states, a bit upset he didn’t have more knowledge to woo you with.

“i think that’s the Little Dipper” you laugh, taking his hand and pointing at the constellation a bit further, “that’s the Big Dipper.”

Gojo’s eyes are peeling away from the sky, instead looking at you, as if you held the stars in your very being. he’s humming in agreement as you make a comment about the stars, some insane fact you read about the other day. he’s hanging on your every word, savoring every passing second that he’s by your side.

when he looks up at the sky, the stars no longer mock him when they twinkle. instead it felt as if they were cheering for him, dancing for joy because he finally found someone to love with every fiber of his being.

your head is resting on his chest as the two of you lay down, soft conversation flowing easily, gasping when you both see a shooting star.

your eyes squeeze closed, your mind racing as you come up with what to wish for.

satoru’s eyes stay open, landing softly on you. his mind doesn’t race and he knows immediately what he wants. he wants to be with you for the as long as he could, to fall deeper and deeper in love with you. he wants four more passing seasons with you, and four after that, and after that, and after that.

he’s carrying your now sleeping body out of the car and into his home, placing you on the couch while he unloads the car. he wakes you gently to get you changed, smiling fondly at your sleepy state, brushing his teeth alongside you and smiling when you yawn as soon as your head hits the pillow.

“gnight toru” you mumble, “today was perfect” you smile, a bit sleepy as you cuddle closer to your lover.

“goodnight sweets” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead, warmth encasing his body the closer to him you moved.

a year later it’s all satoru can think about as you’re closing the picnic basket, a smile on your face as you ask your lover if he’s ready to go.

he nods as you smile, the same glint of excitement in your eyes as you did a year ago, the same playlist with new additions playing as you drive out to the country side. the same stars the two of you visit ever so often awaiting the two of you with warmth.

#idk how i feel abt this one i cant lie #like i like it but ?#it feels a bit messy idkidk #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru drabble #gojo x reader #gojo satoru imagine #gojo satoru one shot #gojo satoru x reader fluff #gojo satoru fanfic #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo drabble

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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Trevor Spengler x reader where reader has a job being a singer in an oldies style restaurant? Where they sing and play guitar on the stage while the customers eat?

And they make mashups of more modern songs (mainly rock and pop) in their spare time? Like a music prodigy of sorts

Or Generally cover-artist reader x Trevor Spengler?

this is me in every desired reality/self insert fixation I have LMAOOO I got you ; thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy !! ; post writing robin here, sorry this is so short I had no idea what I was doing

TREVOR SPENGLER ; cover artist

summary ; Trevor develops a crush on the kid who covers songs in the local diner

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; gotta admit I was listening to bailey zimmerman so I apologize if this is has a very country-angst vibe. I see the color orange and go back to Leave The Light On idfk I apologize. i had to restrict myself. I'm not too caught up in popular modern music so bare with me 🙏 ; okay post me here, only the first part is but this whole thing kinda sucks so I'm sorry

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You sit at your wooden barstool, strumming the strings of your guitar as you try and retune it.

Working in an oldies style restaurant wasn't the most fun nor best paying job, but you needed the money, and you needed something to do with your talent and time. You had enough hardships to overcome in life and enough passion to sing up on a stage how you did, even for patrons at a cheap restaurant. You found fun and therapy in your music, so it didn't make it that bad to sit on that barstool all evening after school.

You strum the strings again, finding the right sound for your instrument as you clear your throat. You typically ignore when people watch or look at you, imagining you were the only one in the room. This time though, as you begin plucking at the strings, you can feel someone looking at you.

You could always feel that feeling, but this time around, it was different.

You ignore it, continuing on with your six hour long show, trying to please the audience that wasn't even paying attention to you. The place was shaped like a bar, with you stuck in the corner on a little stage, just doing your thing. Tonight was more of a calm, well-deserved night for something relaxing. There were only a few booths taken up. There was no need to put up a big show for the two dozen people in the building.

Across the room, a curly haired boy was staring you down, receiving a glare from his little sister. She was no good at social cues or social interaction, but she knew damn well that her brother was being weird. He snaps out of it, shyly looking away from you.

"...bittersweet October, and I'm headed for the Northern pines. Well, this autumn fall feels empty, black and white leaves touch the ground. You're the only color I've got left, and it's slowly fading out"

The boy looks back up at you again, his fingers tapping off the wooden table to the rythym. He can't help but watch your every move, every strum beneath your fingers, every movement your lips and the front of your throat made to create the beautiful sound of the lyrics with your voice. He was encapsulated.

He rests his chin on his hand, perched on the table at an angle. A soft smile rests on his face, eyes heavy like he was ready to fall asleep.

"Trevor, stop staring at them!"

A few weeks later, the same boy sat down at the same booth as before, this time not occumpanied by his family. He ordered some food so as not to look like a creep, but he was more focused on listening to you than enjoying said food.

He'd been here since to see you, always sitting in the same booth. Maybe he saw it as a free concert.

You didn't mind. Maybe he was trying to recognize your face from somewhere, or was developing a hallway, or diner, crush on you, who knew.

As you pause to catch your breath after playing Back To December by Taylor Swift, you see the boy stand up. He's making his way toward you.

At least you had time to chat, as it wasn't rush hour, merely 2pm on a random Saturday.

He awkwardly stands in front of you as you gulp down the liquid in your water bottle and set it back down on the floor. You turn to him with a welcoming smile, assuming he was here to ask a question or give a compliment.

"Uh, hi." He begins, a nervous smile painting his face. "I just, I've been seeing you play here for a while, and like, I think you're super cool"

You smile, resting your arms over your guitar. "Thank you, I appreciate that"

"Uhm," He runs a hand through his curls, clearly nervous yet trying to hide it somehow. "Could I maybe give you my number? If you wanted to hang out sometime? I can play guitar as well"

You lightly chuckle, "Yeah, sure. You got something to write on?" You ask him, seeing him looking around for a pen and paper.

He quickly scrambles towards one of the waitresses, kindly asking if he can use one of the bill papers and pen really quickly. He returns to you, handing you the folded up paper.

"Thank you." You both speak in unison. Both of your faces flush in embarrassment and the flustering of the situation.

"Uhm, I'll see you around?" You speak, strumming the strings of your guitar to make sure it was still tuned out of habit.

He nods, "Yeah, I'll see you around. Oh, my name's Trevor, by the way"

"Y/n" You reply, waving as he walks away, silently cheering himself on.

"Bye, Y/n!"

#lowkeyrobin #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters x reader #trevor spengler x reader #trevor spengler #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader #gn!reader

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official-n3va3h · 4 months

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If you were their idol girlfriend pt.2

« OT8 x fem reader » (maknae line)

Genre: fluff

Warnings: use of pet names

A/N: I didn’t expect Han’s to be so lengthy but the words Just kept going😭😭😭. This also isn’t proofread cuz I was a weebit lazy so lmk abt mistakes.

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Han

Hannn omggg he’s such a sweetheart kinda like Chan. Always like checking on you making sure your rested and everything. But he’s also likes watching you on stage teasing you. Like if your fans asked you to do aegyo and you do it, he’d tease you about it all day, “ahh your so cutee doing aegyo for your fans” and he’d pinch your cheeks making you blushhhhh. He’s not letting you live that down. He would also help if you were like in a creative block for a comeback, he’d be so sweet about it trying to help you get out of the slump.

“Babyy are you okay” Han poked his head inside the room, he saw you slumped over your desk, laptop open. You groaned as a response. He walked over to you and squatting next to you. “What’s wrong…are you having trouble with work.” You shook your head up and down against the desk. “I can’t figure out anything, I can’t get the lyrics out something in the track sounds off, I’m creatively dead right now” His eyes softened at your words, “how about I help hmm?” You slowly rose your head, “hannie, I appreciate it but I don’t think you can help me here.” He grabbed your hand and stood your droopy body up “of course I can..look follow me” he glided you across your apartment and to your open balcony, you stood around confused “hannie why are we outside.” He didn’t say anything, he grabbed your phone pulling the track up. “Close your eyes” confused you obliged, eventually the track you’ve been working on started playing. “Don’t think to much about it, just let the words come to you…just relax” his voice so soft and gentle soothed your thoughts, you listened in slowly moving your head to the beat, ideas began to spring in your head. “Oh..OH…I think I got something” your eyes shot open and you wrapped your hand around his neck placing a kiss against his lips, “thank you hannie..your the best” you dashed off into the room but this time filled with idea and excitement.

Felix

AHHH FELIX MY SUNSHINEEEE. He’s so amazingggg istg like he’s a literally sunshine ray and he’s so sweet, always trying to put a smile on your face. He loves watching you perform like ABSOLUTELY LOVES IT. He shows up to your concert, likes watching your fan cams all of it. Everybody knows Felix LOVES SKINSHIP, like hugging isn’t close enough he needs to be in your skin, so if your backstage a few hours before your concert he’d snuggle you on his lap or you’ll snuggle him.

You walked through the back doors stretching your arms up towards the roof, “ahh finally done with sound check” you walked towards the sofa to sit down and rest a bit before your concert. After closing your eyes for a few seconds you hear a few steps and you sunk lower into the coach. You open one eye to see Felix right next to you. “Babyyyy….are you exciteddd” his words sounded so sweet even if he was just asking a question. “Of course I’m always excited to perform” your arms slowly found their way toward his neck and you pulled yourself on top of him. “Mm…you feel so warm” you laid your head against his shoulder. He snuck his hands under the back of your shirt rubbing circle against your lower back. “Close your eyes baby…I’ll wake you up in a little” you shook your head as he softly stroked your back as you drifted off into your sleep.

Seungmin

SEUNGMINNNN OMGGG. My love for him is beyond. ANYWAYS, Seungmin is like such a kind soul to you🥹. He like Lee know he lays attention to little things that you do and inserts them into his everyday life. He also always willing to help your creative block or if your recording and can’t get to that pitch you want he’ll use the most of his knowledge to help you. He also a big tease and always teasing you in a loving way. He’s such a sweetheart I LOVE HIM.

You walked out your bedroom to get water from the kitchen. To your surprise your boyfriend Seungmin, was watching your fan cam of your most recent performance. You didn’t think much until you remembered you sung your part in Japanese instead of Korean and you knew if seungmin saw he’d laugh and tease you. “WAITTT… Seungmin don’t watch that.” You jumped over the coach trying to grab the remote. “Ah? Why not.” He stretched his arm above his head with the remote in hand giggling. “Just don’tttt” you said stretching up trying to get it. After a couple seconds came by your part came and you both froze looking at the tv. “Damnit” your cheeks lit up red and you sat next to him conserving your face. “Aw did you accidentally sing your part in Japanese…” he moved your hands from your face to see ur embarrassed expression. His face smiling ear to ear, holding his laugh back. “your so cute” he pinched your cheek giggling.

Jeongin

AHHH MAKNAE ON TOP. Jeongin I feel is very like inspired and starstruck for you. Like he’s so supportive and he’ll buy him and the guys tickets to your concert and he’ll be so captivated and infatuated by your performance on stage. He’d love going back stage to tell you how amazing he did and show you the videos he took. He’s so inlove with you Istg he is so precious.🥹

You walked off stage waving goodbye to all your fans shooting them little hearts and smiles. You made your way back stage sitting down, drinking water. As you were adjusting your mic, Jeongin peaked through the door “hey, you did amazing as always” he walked in closing the door behind him. Wiping the sweat from your forehead you smiled and spoke in breathy words “thank you, I really went all out” he smiled stepping closer “look wanna see” he reached into his pocketing pulling out his phone scrolling through the pictures and videos he took. You smiled, but couldn’t help but get a little flustered at your boyfriend being so inlove, eyes glistening, his smile shining brighter than ever. “You really amazing” he wrapped his hands around your waist bringing you close, “thank you innie” you gently kissed him.

#skz #fanfic #my writing #reading #stray kids #writeblr #skz headcanons #han jisung #lee felix #seungmin #kim seungmin #i.n skz #yang jeongin #jeongin #skz stay #skz fluff #skz imagines #kpop idol #idol girl

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katethewriter · 2 years

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Wish We Could Be Like That

Pairing: WandaNat x fem!Reader

Words: 5k~

Summary: Your relationship with Natasha and Wanda is a secret, but does it have to be?

Based on the song “Secret Love Song” by Little Mix

A/N: This was originally gonna be a one shot, but I got a little carried away. So I’ve broken it into 3 parts. This is my first time writing for the MCU. It’s also my first time writing a reader insert… so please be gentle :)

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~Song Lyrics~

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Dream Sequence

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Part One Part Two Part Three

“What will we say?” you ask your girlfriends of six weeks.

The three of you lay on the roof of the compound looking up at the night sky. Natasha lies on her back with you pressed close to her side, head resting on her shoulder. Wanda curls around you with an arm wrapped around your waist from behind.

You’ve had the compound to yourselves for the past two months. The rest of the team being off on a lengthy mission.

A part of you expected to spend the two months as a permanent third wheel without the rest of the team there, but that lasted half a day. Really, you should have expected as much. You had been drawn to both of them from the moment you joined the team a year ago. Quickly you had bonded with the women and they became your close friends. But now, you were basically living alone with the world’s most perfect couple, and the rest of the team wasn’t here to act as a buffer when needed. However, it wasn’t awkward at all. The three of you instantly fell into a comfortable rhythm. There wasn’t a couple… plus you. It was just the three of you.

Two weeks into the two months, the two of them asked you to join their relationship.

The weeks since have been like a perfect dream. But unfortunately, that dream that is coming to a close. You had avoided the conversation as long as you could, but now it was inevitable. Tomorrow the rest of the team will be returning, and your momentary solace will end. When they left, Natasha and Wanda were in a relationship, engaged to each other, and you were very much single. Now, they are returning to the three of you as a trio. As much as you don’t want to admit it, the thought terrifies you.

“We can just tell them,” Natasha answers. Her hand tangles with yours.

“But what will they say?” you worry. You trust the team to be accepting, but fear still creeps in the back your head.

Poly relationships aren’t exactly common. That was the reason the three of you had danced around your feelings for so long. You had originally buried your feelings for the two of them. They were in a very committed relationship after all. You were convinced that pursuing the pair would lead to a mess that would leave you without two of your closest friends. You didn’t even know this was an option until the two of them approached you. When they kissed you, nothing had ever felt so right. Still, you have no idea how the team will react.

“What will they think? I mean… to them, you two have been together for years… you’re engaged, and all of a sudden I’m just an extra who came out of nowhere and-“

“Hey hey,” Wanda interrupts. She lifts her head, looking down at you tenderly, “detka, we talked about this…”

The two redheads had gotten engaged only a few weeks before you joined the team. The moment they saw you, you took their breath away. When they really got to know you, their feelings only grew. After months of quiet pining and a couple long conversations later, they had decided to pause their wedding plans to pursue you as a third member to their relationship.

Working up the courage to talk to you about their feelings proved to be much harder than they expected. Two months alone with you in the compound seemed like a sign from the universe that now is the right time. After you admitted feelings of your own, they knew they had made the right decision. You know the length of their relationship before they kissed you has no bearing on how much they care for you. They’ve spent hours reassuring you of that, but insecurities still take root in the back of your mind.

“No, I know, I know,” you’re quick to reassure Wanda. The Sokovian rests back on the blanket again, pressing her cheek to the back of your head. Her arm around your waist tightens, and the closeness calms you, “… I’m just saying…”

“So, we don’t tell them,” Wanda offers. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. That option doesn’t feel right either.

A part of you would be relieved not to face the reactions of your team yet. There’s another part of you that knows with complete certainty that this relationship is what you have been looking for your entire life. How can you possibly keep that a secret?

Silence stretches between the three of you. Your breathing lines up. It’s the kind of unity the three of you found in your weeks of privacy. The way you just meld together seamlessly.

Natasha is the one to break the silence, “…I get it...” You look up to her, silently asking her to ellaborate, “this thing we have is still new… Don’t get me wrong! It’s amazing… and beautiful and waaayyy long overdue…”

The last part pulls a big hum of agreement from Wanda, and you chuckle at the two of them.

“…but its new. We’re still figuring it out ourselves. The thought of someone else ruining it before its really began is scary.” You nod against her shoulder. She presses a kiss to your head, “We don’t have to say anything yet, not until we’re ready.”

There’s relief in knowing that you aren’t the only one worried about the team’s reaction. You lean up, grabbing her lips in a kiss. After a moment, a whine escapes Wanda’s lips. The sound makes you chuckle, and you’re forced to break the kiss with Nat. You turn to find the most pitiful pout on the Sokovian’s face. You roll your eyes before kissing her already puckered lips. The kiss is slow and gentle. When you break the kiss, she bumps her nose against your cheek. The three of you settle back into each other.

“For now…” Wanda grins, but you can’t see it, “we get to keep you all to ourselves.” At the last word, she begins tickling you. Nat joins in. Their fingers dance along your sides, as you thrash between them. After making you beg, they finally relent. You rest against each other again. Your girlfriends both press a kiss to your head.

You relish this time with your girlfriends while you can. Keeping your relationship a secret wasn’t ideal, but you know the three of you will figure it out together.

~We keep behind closed doors.~

You walk into the common area to grab something to eat before you begin mission prep. Your eyes immediately find Wanda cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Last week you would have gone to her, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind, burying your face into her neck. But that was last week before there were more eyes than just yours around. The rest of the team returned to the compound three days ago, and you are still struggling to adjust. Not able to reach out for your girlfriends the same way you could when you three were here alone.

You survey the room. Sam sits at a table, tinkering with Red Wing. Yelena and Kate sit at another table working on mission reports. With a sigh, you go to pour yourself a cup coffee. Mug in hand, you lean against the counter next to Wanda, sure to leave an appropriate amount of distance to be considered friends. “Morning,” you smile as you bring your cup to your lips.

She turns to you with a large smile, “Good morning *detka*,” you hear her add the name silently in your mind, and it makes you smile wider. “What are you up to today?”

“Mission prep this morning,” you say, and you don’t miss the way the corners of her mouth turn down at the statement. You leave tomorrow morning. This was your first mission without one of them since you’ve been together, and neither of your girlfriends are happy about it, especially it being a solo mission. You continue with your plans for the day, hoping to distract her, “then I’m training with Nat before lunch. This afternoon, I’m supposed to meet Tony in the lab. Then of course there’s movie night tonight. You’ll be there right?”

“Of course,” she looks up for a moment to smile at you, before continuing her task. You stay there, content to watch her cook. A loose strand of hair falls into her face, and you fight the urge to tuck it behind her ear. To say you’re mesmerized is an understatement. You clear your throat to grab her attention. Then, you think loud enough for her to hear, *you look beautiful today, baby.* You smirk as a blush fills her cheeks.

Just then Steve and Natasha enter the kitchen, back from their morning run. The widow’s gaze instantly land on the two of you in the kitchen, both her girls in the same place. She makes her way over. She greets Wanda first. “Hello moya lyubov,” she wraps her arms around the younger woman, pulling her chin in for a quick kiss. You look away from the moment too private to be witnessed by a “friend”. You try to hide the frown of wanting a good morning kiss too. You know that keeping your relationship a secret was the right move, but that didn’t make it sting any less. “Good morning y/n,” Natasha’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. You look up to find the Russian looking at you with nothing short of adoration. Wanda continues cooking, this moment a private one of your own for just you and Natasha.

The look in her green eyes has the corners of your lips turning up in a smile, “good morning. Are we still on for training later today?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

~Every time I see you, I die a little more.~

In your defense, it started off as training.

You’re sparring with Natasha. It was the third go when she caught you in a hold with your back held tightly to her front. You try to twist out of her grip to no avail. After two more attempts, you know that she has won this round. ‘If you can’t beat them…’ you think as you push your hips back, devilishly rubbing yourself against her center.

In an instant, she turns you attaching her lips to your neck. Training in one of the spare gyms gives her confidence. Its smaller than the gym reserved for the Avengers that you typically use, but, that gym is open to the entire team at all times. You two had witnessed firsthand two days ago the danger of training in such a public place. You were nearly caught several times, by wayward glances and surprise entrances.

Glancing to the door, your hesitation lasts for less than a moment. You drag her face up to yours, grabbing her lips with your own. You moan into her mouth, finally getting to kiss her. You’ve had increasingly less chances to do so since the rest of the team returned. You’ve missed this, and the grip she has on your hips makes you believe she has too.

Neither of you are paying attention when the door to the gym slides open. Like the snap of a rubber band, the two of you separate. Natasha walks to the edge of the sparring mat, nonchalantly reaching for her water bottle like she is taking a swig between sparring rounds. Taken by surprise, you do the only thing that comes to mind. You turn away from her and whoever just walked in the door, doubling over in faux pain, “God Nat, that one hurt. Ever heard of pulling your punches while you spar?”

“Cute.”

You turn around quickly to find Wanda standing in the doorway. She sports an unimpressed, but ultimately amused smirk, “nice save.” You sag in relief, glancing over at Nat who wears a similar look of relief. Though she quickly smiles, shaking her head at your antics. After an awkward moment of the three of you standing in silence, Wanda taunts the two of you, “oh please, don’t stop on my behalf.”

You roll your eyes and turn back to your Sokovian girlfriend, “you come to join in?”

Wanda shakes her head. “No,” making her way into the gym, she leans against the wall, “I just came to enjoy the view.” She waves her hand. A red mist appears by the door, locking it to anyone from the outside. The satisfied look on her face makes you chuckle, and Nat is on you instantly, reattaching herself to your neck. Your eyes close at the feeling, all you hear is your heart pounding in your ears and Wanda’s giggles from the other side of the room.

~Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls.~

Everyone is gathered in the living room, and by everyone you mean everyone. Team wide movie night was not an activity to be taken lightly. You barely all fit into the room, but you do fit. Every member of the team scattered across couches, chairs and the floor, huddled around the same large screen Tony had installed for this purpose.

Since you were leaving on a solo mission in the morning, everyone agreed to let you pick the first movie. Of course, you pick y/f/m. You settle on the floor between Yelena and Peter, adding your own commentary and jokes all throughout the movie.

About half way through the movie, you can feel eyes on you. Slowly, you take a peak at the rest of the group, until your eyes fall on the couch on the complete opposite side of the room. You lock eyes with two particular red heads across the room. Everyone else is engrossed in your movie selection, but they only have eyes for you.

Of course, they aren’t paying attention to the movie. They’ve seen it, a few times actually, during your time alone in the compound. They know the story, the characters, the plot. Tonight, they’d much rather watch you as your face lights up at your favorite lines or the smile you crack when you make the same jokes they’ve heard. Smiling in adoration, they just soak up the sound of your laugh and the feel of your joy from a far.

When your eyes meet theirs and they know they are caught, they only smile wider. Wanda scrunches her nose, and Natasha winks at you: a silent hello from each.

You have to duck your head to hide the blush and smile creeping across your face.

You look at them once more, and you try to ignore the ache in your chest. Seeing them curled up on the couch together, sharing a blanket, practically sitting in each other’s laps. Everything in you screams to go join them. That’s your spot right? …next to them?

You feel the itch of tears gathering in your eyes, so you turn you attention back to the movie, praying to any god above that no one, especially your girlfriends, notices the shift in your demeanor.

~It’ll never be enough.~

“Call us whenever you get a chance,” Natasha requests… again.

“I will,” you reassure her… again. “Jeez, you’re acting like this is some long scary deep-undercover mission,” you try to lighten the mood.

The quinjet is wheels up in ten minutes, and your girlfriends have pulled you into their room for one last goodbye before you go.

“It’s barely a week,” you repeat, “I’ll be back before you have a chance to miss me.”

Wanda cups your cheek with her hand, “we miss you already.” The sincerity in her eyes wipes away any smart ass remark you could make. You lean forward to kiss away the concern on her face.

“I’ll be careful,” you rest your forehead on the Sokovian’s. You try to catch her eyes, but she keeps them screwed shut. Like if she doesn’t open them, then you won’t go. You turn your head to Natasha who has attached herself to your side, “I promise.” You lean in to capture her lips in a last kiss. When you pull back, they wrap you in a hug so tight, it feels like they are trying to memorize the way you fit perfectly between them.

You can’t help but think that this is where you belong.

~Its obvious you’re meant for me.~ ~Every piece of you it just fits perfectly.~

You return a day early, working a little faster so you could get back to your girls.

You descend the steps to the laundry room. There’s a basket full of mission clothes tucked under your arm, but you could care less about laundry at the moment. The real reason you ventured here is already at the bottom of the steps.

Your curiosity peaks at the music that fills the air. It’s normally silent down here. You round the corner, and then you see her.

You knew you would; Friday said you would find her down here. You still revel in the sight: Wanda, all by herself, dancing slightly to the beat as she folds laundry. The piece of clothing she’s holding looks odd against the rest of her and Nat’s clothes. Its familiar and you tilt your head slightly. You can’t stop the question from escaping your mouth, “is that my sweatshirt?”

The sokovian completely freezes, except her head which turns to you rapidly. Her wide eyes take you in, “Y/n?” Her jaw drops open. The garment falls from her hands completely forgotten. You barely have enough time to drop your basket before she launches herself into you. “You’re back!” she exclaims, throwing her arms around your shoulders, clutching you to her chest.

All you can do is laugh and hold her, “I’m back.” You stay there, breathing in her scent as she buries herself into your neck. When her grip does start to loosen, you pull back to kiss her. Its starts as a simple hello kiss, but she quickly pulls you in to deepen it. When she swipes her tongue against your lip, you open your mouth. You allow her this moment. You know full well that if the roles were reversed you would need the same. She takes her time, exploring your mouth like she’s missed the past five days, not stopping until the need to breathe is too much for the both of you.

Your girlfriend sighs, holding you close to her, foreheads resting together. “Does Nat know?” she asks.

You nod, “she met me in medical.” At that, Wanda pulls away from you. She opens her eyes to fully take you in, scanning you for injuries. That’s when she notices the cut and stitches right at your hairline. You see the moment her eyebrows knit further together, but you stop her. “It’s nothing, baby,” you smile and kiss away the frown on her lips, “I’m fine, I promise.” You kiss her twice more.

Wanda eyes the injury once more before she sighs and nods, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you bump her nose with yours, a playful glint in your eyes, “those were some pretty sweet dance moves.”

The redhead rolls her eyes and tries to push you away.

“No seriously,” you stop her, holding her close as you begin to sway to the music that’s still playing through the speakers, “how’d that go again?”

It takes another minute of coaxing, but eventually you get Wanda dancing. The two of you twist and twirl around the room. Its complete bliss to be in each other’s presence again without a care in the world. It reminds you of when it was simple during those weeks you had alone without the prying of outside eyes. The upbeat song fades and a slower melody takes its place. You grab Wanda’s hand twirling her away from you, before pulling her back. Your arm wraps around her waist. Together you sway side to side.

Standing chest to chest, you stare into each other’s eyes, “you didn’t answer my question.” She tilts her head in confusion. You chuckle, “is that my sweatshirt?”

Wanda’s cheeks flush instantly, and she ducks in slight embarrassment. “It smelled like you.” Your heart melts, and you bring her in to kiss you again.

The kiss lasts only a few seconds, before the sound of footsteps on the stairs has you pulling from each other.

Wanda returns to the forgotten piece of clothing she was folding when you entered. You retrieve your own basket of clothes forgotten at the bottom of the steps.

As you grab it, you glance up to see Clint pause halfway down, a bag of laundry thrown over his shoulder. You ignore the quirk of his eyebrow. “Hey Clint,” you turn and make your way to an open washing machine.

“Hey y/n,” he makes his way down the stairs and enters, assessing the room immediately. You desperately try to calm your pacing heart and act normal. You’re sure that you’re caught when you feel the archer’s eyes on you. You chance a glimpse at Wanda. She looks as composed as ever… almost like nothing even happened.

~Every second, every thought I’m in so deep,~

“Had enough yet?” you taunt Nat as you have her pinned faced down on the sparring mat. It’s the first time you’ve trained together since returning from your mission. You’ve been cleared by Dr Cho weeks ago, but Natasha still refused to spar until today. She’s been going easy on you the whole time. It was cute at first, but now you just want a real fight. So, you’ve resorted to antagonizing it out of her.

Apparently, it’s working.

With one swipe of her foot, she breaks out of your grasp. In an instant, your back hits the ground. Your girlfriend is practically straddling you. One knee digs into your hip, her other leg holds yours at uncomfortable angle. Your right arm is twisted and trapped between your back and the mat. Natasha holds your left wrist tightly above your head. Her other hand grabs your throat. “This better?” she hovers above you. Mockingly, she looks down with a satisfied smirk, “this what you wanted? To lose?”

“I don’t know,” you confidently lift your head closer to her, “you on top of me feels an awful lot like a win.” You watch her pupils blow wide open with lust. She looks like she is about to devour you when the sound of the door opening stops you both. Only you can hear the quiet growl that she emits.

For a moment, you return to sparring. You try to break out of the hold, but instantly know it’s no use. You tap the mat, and Nat releases you from the hold. She stands offering you a hand, and you allow her to pull you to your feet.

Turning, you find Yelena entering the gym, eyeing the two of you. “There you are, sestra,” the blonde barely spares you a glance, “y/n y/l/n.” You nod in her direction, trying to hide your confusion at the sudden cold shoulder from one of your closest friends.

If Nat picks up on it, she doesn’t show it, “here I am. What’s up?” You take this opportunity to let out some frustration on a punching bag while your girlfriend and her sister speak.

“I’m taking Kate out for dinner tonight,” the younger woman says, “I thought you and Wanda could join. It would be like a… what is it called? A… duo dinner… thing…”

“A double date?” the redhead asks.

The blonde throws a hand up, “yes! That! A double date!”

“Tonight?” Natasha’s eyes flick over to you to see if you had heard any of that. When your eyes meet, she knows that you did. You can see the hesitation in her expression. She’s gaging your reaction knowing the two of you and Wanda already had plans to spend the evening together.

You had planned the entire date, not telling them where you were going or what you were doing. It’s the first real date you’ve been able to go on in weeks. Between missions and training, there hasn’t really been a chance for all three of you to sneak out of the compound at the same time. To say you were looking forward to it is an understatement.

“I already have plans tonight, Lena,” the older sister tries to object.

Yelena throws her heads back and lets out a groan, “No! What plans??” She waits, but doesn’t get an answer. She steps closer to her sister, “just cancel, please sestra. I need you there. Our last date was a disaster, I need you and Witchy as a buffer just in case I put my foot in my mouth.”

Nat throws another look your way. You both know that Yelena isn’t gonna let this go. You sigh and put on your best smile, ‘Its ok’ you mouth. Silently giving her permission to say yes. The redhead’s usual cool expression slips for less than a second; in that moment, guilt drips from her face.

As quick as it appears, its gone again, but not before Yelena notices the shift in her sister’s attention. She glances over her shoulder, but you’ve already returned to attacking the punching bag. The younger widow turns back to her sister who’s composed expression is back in place, “come on, Tasha, please.”

The older woman rolls her eyes and shakes her head playfully, “What time?”

You continue your assault on the punching bag while the two sisters continue to talk on the other side of the gym. Your hands begin to hurt from the force you’re putting behind your punches. You know they’ll be bruised tomorrow. You’re not mad at Natasha. It’s not her fault, and you told her it was ok. Hell, you’re not even mad at Yelena for wrecking the date you have been planning for two weeks. You’re just frustrated at the whole situation. This wouldn’t be an issue if you could just accompany your girlfriends on this double date, but that’s not an option.

Five minutes later, the two widows have discussed all the details of the evening. Yelena runs out of the gym to begin getting ready for the date, barely waving goodbye to you as she leaves. The moment the door closes behind her, Natasha makes her way over to you. “I’m so sorry, Malyshka,” she stands behind the punching bag, holding it still while you continue to take swings. When you don’t say anything, she speaks quickly, “look, we don’t have to go.”

You laugh, “yes, you do.” You stop your work out and look up at her, “you just told Yelena you would go.”

“I can cancel. I’ll tell her Wanda is sick,” she counters, “we can still go on our date.”

You raise an eye brow at her, “and when she sees both of you walking out of the compound later tonight?” The red head opens her mouth to argue, but you stop her. “Hey babe, look at me. Its ok. I promise, its fine,” you reach out for her hands. You try to muster the most reassuring smile you can, despite the disappointment you feel. You were really looking forward to tonight, but you hate the sad look on Nat’s face. You can’t bear to add to the guilt she is feeling. “We can go on our date another night, and it will be just as perfect,” you shrug. You bring her hands to your lips and kiss them in a way that you hope is reassuring.

“Are you sure?”

You roll your eyes now, “yes babe, I’m sure.” You lean forward to kiss her gently, doing all you can to convince her its ok. You pull back, but leave your foreheads together. “Now,” you look at your girlfriend and wait for her to open her eyes. When she meets your gaze, you smirk playfully. Quickly you turn her towards the door, “go tell Wanda, so the two of you can get ready for your date.”

She doesn’t budge.

“Go,” you slap her ass, “have fun. I’ll be here when you get back.”

That makes her move. The widow jumps and makes her way to the door, “ok, ok. Can we come see you later tonight?” She looks back you one more time with a smile, “we’ll bring you dessert.”

You throw her a mischievous wink, “you are dessert.”

~But I’ll never show it on my face.~

Once she’s gone, you drop the facade. Your smile falls, and you clench your jaw. You focus back on the punching bag, and you don’t even try to pull your punches. Letting out the frustration with each hit. You don’t register the pain until you see red smearing on the surface of the bag. You pause, looking down to find your knuckles split and bloody.

“Shit.”

On your way to medical to have Cho take a look at your torn knuckles, the sound of your girlfriends’ voices stop you in your tracks. Their whispering is hushed, and you know you should probably not be listening in on their private moment. Still, you listen silently from around the corner.

“No.”

“Moya lyubov-“

“No Nat,” Wanda insists, “we’re not doing that.”

The widow tries to reason with her, “Malyshka, its already been arranged. It’s decided.”

“I don’t care. I’m deciding. I am not going.” Wanda stands her ground, “We haven’t gone out all together in almost a month. I am not canceling the date with y/n to go on one without her.”

“Wan, y/n already canceled our date.”

The younger woman pauses, “why?” You wince at the hurt in her voice.

“She was there when Yelena asked me. I couldn’t say no to Lena without telling her why we couldn’t go, so y/n told me to say yes,” Nat’s voice is laced with defeat. She wraps her fiancé in a hug to soothe her, “I told y/n we’d bring something home for her. We’ll go see her when we get back and spend all day tomorrow making it up to her.” She presses a kiss to the other woman’s head, “I don’t like it either, but this is how it is right now…..” Natasha releases a long sigh, “We need to get ready to go.”

Wanda’s shoulders slump and her voice breaks, “I don’t want to.”

At that, you decide you’ve heard enough. You turn and continue your trek to medical swallowing the lump in your throat. Fighting tears the whole way.

~But we know this. We got a love that is homeless.~

Part Two

Series Master List

#wandanat x reader #wandanat x y/n #wanda x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda maximov #wlw #wanda x natasha #wandanat #fem!reader #wish we could be like that

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lebbys-world · 29 days

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Girls Night

Class 1-A Girls + fem!reader; platonic/best friends relationship, fluff, childhood nostalgia, mentions of growing up (thematically), sleepover clichés !!

notes: ive been listening to a lot of those mha youtube playlists recently? and they’ve been getting me in the mood for some fluffy friendship clichés !! wishing my friends would do this kinda stuff with me fr, but we’ll cope thru some self-insert fanfiction instead :’)

heres the playlist i was listening to while writing this -> https://youtu.be/C8-H_hBd2rY?si=6Kjg5temq2wCsv_R

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You sat in the common room of the dorms, your favorite pair of pj pants adorning your legs.

The commons were currently booming with laughter and music, chatter bouncing from wall to wall.

With UA having finally decided to give you hero students a “rest week,” the class 1-A girls (more specifically, Mina) deemed it essential to have a sleepover at least one of the nights.

So, here you were, embracing the loving chaos around you.

You leaned forward on the couch, reaching with one hand to try and grab your phone, but were yanked back by the invisible girl trying to finish doing your hair.

“Y/N, I told you to SIT. STILL.” Tohru said, poking your back jokingly.

“Fine, fine,” you whined, resuming your position against the couch, a smile forming on your face. “I was just trying to check something real quick-”

“You can check it later!” Mina shouted, “Now's our time to have fun! And we better be enjoying it to the fullest after all that arguing I had to do with Aizawa-sensei!”

Through her shouts, you can see her dancing to the soundtrack you’d all contributed to.

Although everyone wanted to pitch-in with some of their favorites, Kyouka inevitably had the last say in what would make it to the final product.

And, at least to you, she’d done a pretty good job.

The songs blaring were all nostalgia-ridden, upbeat, and reminded you of some distant childhood memory that you couldn't quite recall.

As you watched Mina dance to her heart's content across the room, you thought for a moment that you could almost see a shadow of your younger self dancing along with her to these songs.

Sitting on the ground below you, leaning against the couch, Momo laughed at Mina’s antics while carefully touching up the polish on Ochaco’s nails.

“I’m sure Aizawa-sensei doesn’t mind our little party, as long as we clean up properly in the morning.”

“Maybe we could convince the boys to clean up for us,” you joked.

“No way!” Ochaco giggled back. “I can imagine Bakugo’s screams already.”

You could imagine the blonde busting out his lungs before you even finished asking your question to him,

“Maybe we just don't ask him,” you suggest.

Suddenly the weight on the couch shifted, as Mina plopped down beside you, grabbing a sip of water before adding to the conversation.

“Trust me, I don't think any of those boys will help out voluntarily.”

The topic carried on as you girls debated who, out of the 1-A boys, would be kind enough to help you clean up come morning.

Although some decisions were unanimous, several times a few of you would get into mock-arguments, standing up for your "knowledge" of your peers.

As things between Kyouka and Mina were getting intense over whether or not Kaminari would help, the sweet smell of delicious food suddenly came wafting towards the group.

You looked over at the hall to see Tsu standing there, returning from her earlier escapade to the kitchen.

“I thought we were missing some snacks, so I made what I could. Ribbit.” Tsu chimed, holding a tray filled with an assortment of you girls’ favorite treats.

“TSU- YOU. ARE. THE. BEST!” Tohru squealed, releasing her death grip on your hair.

You saw her onesie race towards the snacks instantaneously , and took that as a sign that your new up-do was likely complete - for now, at least.

With all your mouths full of laughter, messed up song lyrics, and half-eaten snacks, the night carried on until sleep eventually caught up to you all one by one.

As you finally flopped onto the couch, eyes fluttering asleep, you found yourself grateful for the night you'd had.

This is what little-Y/N always dreamt of. Thank you, my best friends.. for making this dream of hers come true.

That night, you went into your night of dreams with a smile on your face, and with a little girl watching you from a distance, smiling and over you from afar.

#sleepovers were such a big deal for me as a little girl #i blame 2000s movies for making them seem so cool #i think little me would freak out if this happened irl tho #class 1a girls #mha class 1a #ochaco uraraka #tsuyu asui #toru hagakure #mina ashido #jirou kyouka #momo yaoyorozu #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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i23kazu · 2 years

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5WIRL IN THE HOUSE (curtain’s up in five.)

warnings – none !! characters – venti, aether, xiao, kazuha, heizou x manager!reader genre – romantic fluff. a/n – congrats! you're 5wirl's manager... *sweats nervously* | please reblog!! it rly helps a starter blog like me ><

[venti.]

vocalist!!!!!!! main vocals fr. also the leader but we all know xiao/kazu/aether take over sometimes

the one member of the group who always drags you out for ice cream, bubble tea, and stuff

he likes to have impromptu singing sessions on the bus and would definitely break out into song and dance at any given point in time

#musicaltheatremajorthings

also likes to give you random headpats as he gets onstage/offstage while you're in the wings

he enjoys cuddles okay. okay

once the two of you get together he wants the whole world to know that you're his!

cue the hugs in public or kissing you on the cheek and stuff <3

WOULD DEFINITELY DEDICATE SONGS TO YOU!!!

"this one's for my (y/n)! i love youuuuu!"

[aether.]

backing vocals, plays the guitar!! the absolute dreamboat <3

he's the one always trying to calm venti and xiao from getting at each other's throats

well, its actually xiao at venti's throat because venti was pestering him about lyrics or something

but thats beside the point. anyways aether

I LOVE HIM he's definitely my bias

aether loves to have late night jam sessions next to a campfire and the rest of the boys are making marshmallows or are talking and its quiet and he's getting sleepy

also you're sitting next to him as he strums on his guitar

THIS IS SO SOFT I AM IN LOVE

and you start leaning your head against his shoulder

bro i am so soft rn. so so so soft

[k. kazuha | 楓原万葉]

oh boy here we go here we go!!!!! the most specialest boy EVER!!!!

kazuha is definitely on vocals, arrangements and is the lyricist for the band

he's just genuinely really good at instruments and often enlists the help of venti for the music

kazuha definitely would write songs for you. no doubt at all omlgfsdhjtasdghjk

he enjoys yelling out "this song is for (y/n)!" before concerts

kazu and venti same frfr

you start to notice that the lyrics seem familiar and its like you know someone who has done all these things before

congrats its you you absolute dumbo /lh

loves cuddling in his trailer (idk he probs has a trailer or something) before concerts/interviews

also he always wants you to brush his hair for him

"it's just different when (y/n) does it"

[xiao. | 魈]

oh boy oh boy (insert that one textpost about blowing up something if no one cheers for him)

xiao is the visual!!!! main visual!!!! because he's a pretty boy

being the visual means that he gets a lot of attention from his fans and stuff but to be very honest

the only person he wants to get attention from is you :) <3

wil 100% lean his head into the crook of your neck or something when no one is looking

secret cuddles in an empty closet? hell flippin yeah my bros

xiao is the absolute package i will not be taking any criticism!!! /lh

xiao can be a lil grumpy so during shoots when they need him to smile they just drag you over to the production site and watch his face naturally light up

CUDDLES WITH XIAO I STAND MY AGENDA

also likes you to brush his hair for him after concerts

[s. heizou | 鹿野院平蔵]

THIS MAAAAAAAAN

the main dancer and also provides drums sometimes!!!!!

sleeveless heizou holy crap

he loves to surprise you with kisses especially when you're tired :")

also definitely enjoys hugging you from the back

but on the other hand he and venti like to team up to prank the other members of the band and you often have to step in

to keep xiao from mauling them

but he loves them so its okay <3

i think he'd be one of the members to always show his appreciation for you (alongside venti and aether) so its always really cute because you see small presents as your table or desk

loves to kiss you on the cheek before performances start!!!

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ethereal-ocean-eyes · 2 years

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Why Hits Different is about a Woman

For the most part, the song does not have any pronouns or any words that can signal the gender of whom the song is about…until we get to the bridge. One of the most compelling evidence for this song to be about a woman are the lyrics, “bet I could still melt your world argumentative, antithetical dream girl”. The line can be interpreted in two ways: either she refers to herself or another woman. The line structure allows for both interpretation.

“Bet I could still melt your world / argumentative, antithetical dream girl”

With this structure, people would assume that the subject in the second line is the same from the subject of the first. (I, dream girl) Therefore, leading some people to believe that the dream girl herself is Taylor. But the second phrase as a stand alone lacks cohesiveness with the rest of the lyrics. It’s as if it was just put there at random. Why would Taylor insert herself in a bridge where she is clearly talking about someone else? Look at the lyrics prior to the one being discussed:

Dreams of your hair and your

Stare and sense of belief

In the good in the world, you once

Believed in me

And I felt you and I held you

For a while

Adding a description of herself as an argumentative, antithetical dream girl does not fit with the narrative she is trying to convey about the subject of her song. Why would Taylor suddenly just describe herself as argumentative and antithetical dream girl and how does it relate to the rest of the lyrics before this specific line?

The second way it can be interpreted is the one where she is talking about a woman.

“Bet I could still melt your world, argumentative, antithetical dream girl” (as one cohesive sentence)

Let’s inspect this in a grammatical perspective.

There are two subjects in the sentence. I, referring to Taylor, and another woman being referred to as the “dream girl”. So how do we know she’s not just referring to herself again in the second line, you say?

In the line “Bet I could still melt your world” the direct object of the sentence here is “your world” (which already signals the presence of another person/in other sense, whose world exactly?) and in the words following this, is the line, “argumentative, antithetical dream girl” and it connects with the direct object as modifiers to whoever this person Taylor Swift talks about. In other words, she is describing the person whose world she can still melt. Adjectives only modify a noun, therefore it doesn’t change the whole sentence structure (in a way that there’s still a subject and a direct object).

If you take away the adjectives, only leaving us with the line “Bet I could still melt your world, girl.” The intended meaning is the same. (Taylor being able to still affect this girl’s world.)

The line “argumentative, antithetical dream girl” is a dependent clause, meaning it cannot stand on its own. Combining it with the line “Bet I could still melt your world” would make this sentence form a complete idea.

Interpreting it by analysing sentence structure, grammar, and overall cohesiveness of the line may clear up the confusion. But you’re free to believe what you want! I hope this explanation can open a new perspective for you! It does make so much sense why this song is more of a bonus/hidden track that is not available in the two versions of midnights if it has the slightest hint of gay vibes in it.

#taylor swift #hits different #midnights #gaylor #gaylor swift #theory

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markadoo · 5 months

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There's a song my parents often sang when I was young. Here are the lyrics.

Little piggie hollered in the middle of the night Tell it to me momma, I wanna get it right What'll I be when I get big? Hush said his momma, you're gonna be a pig (CHORUS) [as in, the following is the chorus] That's how it is when you get older You're bacon, butt, and picnic shoulder All my sons and all my daughters Are hocks and hams and tails and trotters No, said the piggie, that's mighty hard There's more to me than loin and lard I can walk, I can talk, I'm young and strong Hush said his momma, not for long CHORUS [as in, insert the chorus here] No, said the piggie as he started to howl There's more to me than cheek and jowl I'm pink, I'm pretty, I can dance and sing Hush said his momma, it doesn't mean a thing CHORUS

Anyway, I was recently reminded of it and went to look it up. I found out that it's called "Tails and Trotters", it was written in 1982 by Judith Goodenough, and apparently it has more verses that I don't remember my parents ever singing.

No, said the piggie, I'll show you all He went under the fence and over the wall He ran and he ran till the moon went down He ran and he ran till he came to a town CHORUS With a kink in his tail and a wink in his eye He put on a hat and he put on a tie He parted his hair, bought a diamond ring And nobody noticed anything CHORUS See, said the piggie, I'm one of you And everyone said how true, how true He paid his money and he lived in style Sometimes he sang with half a smile CHORUS He's a big boar now, he's executive pork And he eats his victuals with a knife and a fork He often thinks of that lonesome tune His momma sang by the light of the moon CHORUS

They completely left out the part where the pig proves his mom wrong and doesn't get slaughtered. The story they sang is basically the opposite of the original.

And while I suppose the full original is better for a six-year-old (I HATED when my parents sang the song. It always made me cry), the ending feels kind of cheap. Why did the townspeople accept him as one of them? What about all the other "sons and daughters"? It's as if the version my parents sang was the real original, and some exec came and told Judith "You can't write a song about how pigs are all gonna be killed" and forced her to write the rest.

Of course, maybe I wouldn't think that if I had grown up with the full version.

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mxdnightlvers · 2 years

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𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐖 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬°˖✧✿✧˖°

➸ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Comfort/Fluff. Genshin comfort with my sad songs. Basically. My sad playlist. A lyric from one of those songs. To match how Genshin men comfort you. It’ll make sense when you read it 😭

➸𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Zhongli, Childe, Diluc, Xiao

➸ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Reader is stressed,, otherwise mainly fluff

➸ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬/𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Gender Neutral

➸ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Heavy self insert fr I just wrote this cuz i needed some comfort from my favs😭 I haven’t written comfort b4 my ass was just writing whatever at the moment

I recommend to listen to the songs while reading

Artic Monkeys- 505 (Zhongli)

“But I crumble completely when you cry”

Oh how his heart would shatter the moment he sees tears stream down your face. To know his previous attempts at comforting you didn’t help much. He’d always try to solve any problem you have before you’d be super stressed out by it, so to see you simply start crying, he’d be a bit lost for words at first. However even if he is, he doesn’t waste a second in holding you in his arms, petting your hair as you cry into his shirt. Slender fingers running through your hair as he presses his lips to your head, “Shh it’s okay it’s okay” He may not know the right words to say at the moment but he does know that he can stay by your side until you’re okay, reassuring you that everything will be okay. Soft whispers of, “I’m right here my love, let it all out it’s okay.” His words are quiet, just audible enough over your broken sobs. To see the person he loves the most like this is devastating and he will do everything he can to comfort you and make you feel better. You’ll fall asleep in his arms after crying and wake up the same. Wrapped tightly in his arms, his hand motionless in your hair since he also fell asleep. You decide to indulge in his comforting warmth more, positioning your head so that you can hear his heartbeat. Relax to it’s rhythm until he wakes up. He’d check on you as soon as his eyes open, relaxing upon seeing your smile. He’d stick near to you for the rest of the day, cooking for you, reading you a story, doing whatever makes you happy <3

Billie Eillish- Everything I wanted (Childe)

“As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you.”

Everything was simply so stressful the past days. It didn’t help the fact that everyone seemed to either get on your nerves or said something that simply drained your social battery. You’d come home drained, and head straight to your bedroom. The familiar warmth of your bed wasn’t enough to drain all the stress away and you’d be holding back tears. Childe noticed your saddened self and followed you to the bedroom. He’d slide under the blankets and pull you close, brushing your hair aside with one hand. “Hey what’s wrong?” His eyes filled with worry as his thumb lightly caresses your cheek. Your mouth opens to answer him but instead no words come out. The recollection of the past few days finally getting to you and you bury your head into his chest. He doesn’t question further, silently understanding as he pulls you closer. His chin rests on your head and his other hand lightly traces up and down your back. “It’s okay, just hold me tight and let it all out, I’m not going anywhere.” He’s pulling you as close as the two of you can be, just hoping that his presence and his warmth can bring you comfort. “I’ll always protect you and keep you safe” He’s not even sure of what exactly is bothering you, simply pouring his feelings out to you to help you calm down. When you eventually do, he doesn’t let go, keeping you close until you absolutely convince him you’re better. A playful smile returning to his face when he sees yours, spending the rest of the day together <3

Yot Club- YKWIM (Diluc)

“Seems like I care too much”

Diluc notices your selfless actions. The way you give so much to others and he also notices the way they don’t seem to reciprocate the same care and kindness that you give. Also notices how it eventually starts to stress you out. However he’d try his very best to not let it get worse. He already puts you first, and gives you nothing but the best but he’ll find ways to give back more. Just to show you how much he cares for you. Letting you sit with him while he works or taking you out for a midnight walk in the winery. Staying just a bit longer in bed when you two wakes up, even if it might slow his work down temporarily. Reserving days to spend time with you with no work, just to enjoy each other’s presence. He struggles with properly voicing just how much he loves you but, he tries, just for you. “I love you more than anything else in the world, i really and truly hope you know that,” The sudden words of affirmation shock you but bring joy to your heart nonetheless. Burying your head into his chest before you two fall asleep, softly mentioning how the past few days have been difficult. “I know love, and I’ll do any and everything to make the stress lighter.” His words bring comfort, knowing that they’re truthful and he genuinely does care. Knowing that even though others mightn’t reciprocate your kindness, and as stressful as it is, you can always find comfort in Diluc and he’ll listen to all your problems and treat you with nothing but kindness and love <3

Kate Bush- Running up that Hill (Xiao)

“If I could, I’d make a deal with god and I’d get him to swap our places.”

His hand would be wiping away your tears the moment they start to fall. He’s not quite sure on what to do, or to say really but he knows that he definitely doesn’t want to see you cry. He won’t dare risk saying something that can probably make you feel worse, he’s speechless really. However the more your tears fall the more his heart stings. He takes a moment but pulls you in closer so you can cry into his shirt. If he’s unable to find the right words then he’ll simply show his care and worry for you through his actions. The way your body shakes with every cry has him holding you tighter. Wishing that he was powerful enough to simply take all your pains away, or at least help you burden them together. He’d much rather for himself to shoulder all your pain instead. You’re nothing but kind and caring in his eyes, to see you with such a sad expression… it simply doesn’t suit you at all. As an adeptus he silently curses himself for not knowing a better way to comfort you. For now he’s just holding you tightly, as you cry it out, hoping his embrace can say all the words he wishes to say. When you eventually calm down and decide to look at him, his eyes would be scanning you intensely. He’s simply trying to figure out if you’re actually feeling better by your expression. This is when he finally speaks up, “Are you feeling a little bit better now at least?” A soft smile on his face when he sees you nod, “Good….you can always talk to me, I may not know what to say but I’ll always listen…I’m always here for you.” Hearing him say those words himself made you feel a lot better, curling back up in his arms as you decide to talk to him about it. He listens attentively, reminding you that if there’s anything he can do for you, he will <3

#Genshin fluff #zhongli fluff #Childe fluff #tartaglia fluff #xiao fluff #diluc fluff #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #xiao x reader #diluc x reader #zhongli comfort #xiao comfort #childe comfort #tartaglia comfort #diluc comfort #Spotify

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reiningsoral · 2 months

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reverieverse oc?? self-insert time???? self indulgence??????

omfg please ignore how horrid the hands look they were giving me so much trouble

ya so here's all the little things i decided about them:

i decided on cat shifter after a quick hey-guys-what-would-i-be-between-these-two-animals to my friends

wears cat ear headband unironically

constantly has one earbud in and is probably listening to emo music

every piece of paperwork has doodles on it

earrings

just. so many earrings

hair is awkward to pull into a ponytail but we ball

resting face always either looks pissed off or totally head-empty-no-thoughts

freckles

doesnt actually need glasses (they don't do anything they're literally just plastic lenses) but they're cute

fidgety

usually looks like they just rolled out of bed but "it's the aesthetic I swear"

singing constantly. humming, whistling, mumbling lyrics

pencil behind the ear so often they forget that it's there

"where the fuck is my pencil I just had it"

✨memory problems✨

hair twisting and skin picking are a constant issue. it bugs others when they tug at their eyelashes

cyril probably finds them infuriating but in the way that someone finds like a sibling infuriating?

i tend to have that effect on people idk

cyril and i are like. very similar. but not in the way youd expect

talks loud. very loud

volume control? never heard of her

✨temperature regulation issues✨

would be best fucking friends with dove do not even question me on that

stays up far too late, and the whole having-cat-traits thing really isn't helping

has, on more than one occasion, accidentally shifted when startled

usually looks like a one of those pathetic wet cats when shifted

the worst fucking handwriting on the planet

more reverieverse oc content to be expected. a masterpost might even be made

first post

#reverie audios #reverieverse #reverie cyril #reverie dove #reverieverse oc #art #oc #oc art

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copiousloverofcopia · 2 years

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When You Wake Up

Terzo Fluff trade (SFW) for the amazing @inf3stissumam 💗

-Terzo x Reader

-reader is not described and no particular pronouns used so everyone can enjoy a self insert ☺️

Also available on AO3. Asks and requests are open. For Commission hit me up (on that site that looks like a heart mug, user copiousloverofcopia)!

Hope you all like it 😊

The room is pitch black and quiet, and the peaceful embrace of silence having finally overcome you. As the night settled in, you had fallen asleep waiting. It had been a very long week while Terzo was out traveling to promote the band’s upcoming tour.

For months leading up to this recent trip, you were always by this side. Every practice, every meeting, every argument between him and Secondo about how things should go–all of it. You grew accustomed to being on his arm through it all. The memories of him belting out lyrics to his new songs as he serenaded you in your bedroom were your constant companions while he was away. You were ever so proud of him.

The new album was something he worked so hard on, his need to prove himself to his family and the church weregreat. He had poured his soul into it. Terzo was so excited to share it with the world. To show them that Papa Emeritus the Third was a man of virtuosity and charisma. Your Papa was someone worthy of their admiration.

So when he told you he would be leaving soon, it had come as no surprise, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. There would be more nights like this. Terzo would only be home a few short days before the tour would begin. You were going to have to get used to the emptiness in the bed the two of you shared.

Without you knowing it a couple more hours had passed and you were out like a light, laying in bed. You were awakened by the sound of your books, you had used to distract yourself, tumbling off the side to the floor. The noise startled you, making you flinch. “Oh no, I am sorry I woke you. I was trying my best to let you sleep.” Terzo said, his hand resting gently on your shoulder.

The sound of his voice in the darkness, soft and musical, like the gentle strum of a guitar–intoxicating. It brought you such relief knowing he was finally home. "I am sorry I am so late, the ghouls were a handful getting through airport security….it was a lot, I won't bore you with the details–Omega may have bitten someone, but that's neither here nor there. Anyway, my love, again I am sorry to have awakened you.

“It’s ok, I must have fallen asleep waiting–” you began, Terzo's brows furrowing at your words.

“Waiting? Tesoro, I told you not to wait up for me.” he sighed, turning the lamp on the bedside table on. Terzo smiled, seeing you laying there, the dimly lit room illuminating your shape under the sheets. He climbed over you to place the gentlest of kisses on your forehead. Deeply inhaling as he did, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose for the first time in days. He was just as happy to see you. He laid down, nestled up next to you beneath the covers, his elbow bent and his head resting in his hand.

“I know you said not to, but I couldn’t help it. How am I going to get through this? I can’t stand it. Every second that has passed without you herethese last few days has been torture. How am I going to make it through an entire tour?” you asked him, your eyes glossing over with unshed tears.

“It is not forever, tesoro. I will be home after a few weeks. You know I will always come home to you.” he reassured you. You smiled back at him, knowing he meant every word that left his lips. His word had always been his bond and for you of all people, his candor fully on display.

“I know.” you sniffled, him pressing his lips into a tight smile. He could tell it was hard on you. It wasn’t the same for him, not because he didn’t long for you just as much as you did him, but because he would get so engrossed in his commitments to Ghost and to the Ministry that he didn’t get the luxury of dwelling on anything else. He pulled you closer to him in the bed, holding you in his arms.

He was warm and you could hear his heart beating within his chest. A crescendo, sounding off as you nuzzled closer to him. His embrace was unlike any other. You melted into those strong arms holding you and the softness of his lips, as he gently kissed the bare skin of your shoulder, flooded you with happiness.

His chest hair tickled your nose, Terzo chuckled watching the sensation making you twitch. You giggled right along with him, the tender moment between the two of you sending your heart soaring. He brought his fingertips up to your jawline, pulling you to face him. He wanted you to look into his mismatched eyes, to see the sincerity in the words he would begin to speak.

“Listen to me. I want you to know something…you're ready to listen, si?" He asked you. His tone was reassuring, making you feel comforted and protected. In his arms you were safe.

"Uh huh." you agreed, smiling at him through your tears. He smiled back, wiping them from your cheek, his fingers grazing along the side of your face.

"I adore you above all things, tesoro. There is nothing that could keep me from coming home to you. My entire world is right here in this room." he vowed, his soulful eyes staring deeply into yours.

“I just want to be with you, please stay here with me as long as you can. I'm so afraid to fall asleep. What if I fall asleep and wake up to you being gone–gone all over again. I need more time with you.” you cried.

Terzo had been trying hard not to, but your undying love and devotion to him in your eyes along with how beautiful you were took over. He kissed you fully on your lips–pure serenity the feeling of him there. The moment, a bit bitter sweet, but one you were grateful to have. When you pulled away to face him once more you were overcome with emotion. You buried your face into the crook of his shoulder and his embrace surrounded you.

“Shhhh…that is not going to happen. You rest now, tesoro, I will be here when you wake up.”

#terzo #terzo x reader #ghost fluff #sfw #nongender specific reader #ghost fan fics #ghost #papa iii #papa emeritus iii #ao3 writer #ao3 #ren writes

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