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rafeandonlyrafe · 3 days

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warnings: 18+ ony, smut, bratty!reader, established relationship, public sex, caught, unprotected sex, p in v sex, bully!reader we love a girlboss

“big party tomorrow.” rafe says, watching you braid your hair effortlessly just as you do every night.

“yup.” you say, only half listening as you tie the pink scrunchie around the end of your braid, matching with your pink silky pajamas.

“are you gonna have an attitude tomorrow?” rafe questions as you get into bed next to him.

“of course.” you roll your eyes before looking at him. “but you like my attitude, right?”

“mhm.” rafe places a hand on your hip, pulling your body closer to his. “i like it when you get all spicy, even if that means i gotta drain my bank account to get you happy again.”

“if you just listened to me in the first place you wouldn't have to pay me off to like you again.”

“are you gonna let me fuck you tonight?” rafe asks, hand moving from your hip to your bum, giving it a squeeze.

“nooo.” you groan, flopping onto your back. “you should have told me you wanted to fuck before i showered!”

“i always want you baby.” rafe pouts his bottom lip out.

“well…” you sigh dramatically. “after the party tomorrow you can then. or maybe at the party if you actually listen to me.”

rafe did everything right. he wore exactly the clothes you chose for him, got you your favorite drinks to pregame with, even put on your favorite songs in his truck on the way to the party.

“you've been such a good boyfriend today, rafey.” you coo, words slurring together slightly from how tipsy you are.

“yeah?” rafe smirks. “i get to smash then?”

“mhm.” you nod, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips, smearing your lip gloss over his mouth. “want you right here.”

rafe glances around the crowded patio. “how about the kitchen?”

“fine.” you concede, allowing rafe to stand first before he helps you up from the couch, swaying slightly in your heels.

rafe keeps your hand locked tight in his fist as he leads you into the house.

“get out.” he growls at the couple already making out in the kitchen. you snicker as they quickly leave.

“my big bad boyfriend everyone is afraid of.” you laugh as rafe lifts you to set you on the countertop, quickly stepping in between your legs.

“you're not afraid of me.” rafe points out.

“nope, but you should be of me because if you don't fuck me right here right now, im breaking up with you.”

rafe knows it's not a serious threat, but he wouldn't risk it anyways as he leans in, capturing your mouth in a kiss.

his hand drops between your legs, diving underneath your skirt as you spread your thighs. rafes fingers delve underneath your panties, feeling your wetness that is already building.

“fuck.” you curse, head tipping back.

“gotta be quiet baby.” rafe warns before you can even moan. “don't wanna get interrupted, do we?”

“mmm.” you hum, trying to keep yourself quiet. “fuck me, come on. if i wanted you to finger me i would have told you to do that.”

“okay, okay.” rafe shakes his head, a smile on his face. he's truly met his match with you.

rafe moves your body along the counter until your back is facing the entryway. he carefully undoes his pants and pulls his cock out, keeping them up on his hips in case anyone comes in.

rafe pushes your skirt up, smirking as he pushes your underwear to the side and lines up with your entrance.

“kiss me.” you say, tugging on his shirt. “im gonna moan, you gotta kiss me.”

rafe covers your lips, swallowing your sounds with his mouth as he sinks inside of you.

rafe keeps kissing you, getting lost in your lips as his hips swing back and forth, steadily fucking in to you. your arms wrap around his shoulders and to anyone just walking past the kitchen they'd likely just think you were making out.

“harder.” you moan against his lips.

rafe wishes he could push you back against the counter, to undress you and splay you out like he really wants to, but you are at a party after all, and then rafe would have to punch everyone who saw you in the compromising position.

“i got you baby.” rafes hands dig into your hips, pulling you even closer to the edge of the counter as he pushes into you harder, feeling the way your cunt squeezes around his cock.

“oh, that's it.” you moan, tucking your head into the crevice between his shoulder and neck.

rafe wraps one arm around your waist, holding you up as you start to wither, focus moving just to your pleasure instead of keeping you both somewhat covered.

“so tight and warm for me baby.” rafe says, large hand spreading over your back, feeling the soft material of your dress.

“you feel so good.” you whine.

“i know baby, i got you-” rafe loves the way you come undone when hes inside of you, the way your attitude disappears. he's about to praise you more when someone he doesn't recognize steps into the kitchen, probably some touron.

“get out.” he growls.

“just grabbing more beers.” the guys words slur together, obviously drunk.

“get out!” rafe shouts this time, not stopping the motion of his hips.

the guys hand halts halfway reaching to the fridge, eyes struggling to focus before widening in realization. “you two are fucking!”

he runs out of the kitchen, beers long forgotten.

“sorry about that princess.” rafe chuckles.

“just don't stop.” you bring your hands to grip onto his shirt, hands fisted in the material as he thrusts into your cunt.

“never gonna stop baby, your pussy feels too good.” rafe presses his head into your neck, pressing kisses against your delicate skin.

“leave a mark, please.” you whine. you usually don't allow rafe to leave visible hickeys, but you need it, need everyone to see that you're claimed as his, even if you do end up covering it most of the time with concealer until it fades.

rafe keeps his hips pushing in as his lips attach to your neck, sucking harshly before pulling back, watching the purple bloom right before his eyes.

“see, i told you someone was having sex in your kitchen!”

rafe looks up to see the beer seeking guy dragging kelce through the archway.

“get out!” you squeal, turning to see kelces eyes widen.

“dude, that's rafe!” kelce pulls the guy away, leaving as quick as they entered.

“fuck.” you groan, tipping your head back.

“hey, it's okay.” rafe grunts. “kelce will keep everyone out. want you to cum for me.”

you pout at rafe, willing to ignore the first interruption but the second pissed you off.

“hey.” rafe says softly, hips slowing as he grips your chin in is hand. “can you do that for me?”

you take a moment before nodding, giving up your attitude as rafe begins to move again, thrusting harder, hands gripping your hips.

“oh, fuck!” you moan out.

“squeeze around me baby, that's it.” rafe encourages you, panting as he smashes into you.

“im-im close.” you barely have time to say it before your orgasm pushes through your body, back arching as you cum hard, shaking on the counter as rafe pushes into you, shoving his cock as deep as he can to release.

“fuck!” rafe groans.

“shit, that was good.” you pant, chest heaving up and down as you recover from your high.

“you needed that huh, baby?” rafe chuckles, carefully pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants before slotting your underwear back over your cunt, now wet with your juices and his cum dripping out of you.

“mhm.” you giggle, in a much better mood now.

“you wanna keep partying?” rafe questions. “or head home?”

“head home and cuddle.” you laugh softly. “but i gotta do something first.”

you slide off the counter, rafe following closely behind you as you stomp through the party until you set eyes on your target.

you grab a cup out of a girls hand, not caring that she protests as you walk over to the turon, turning the cup and dumping the alcohol over his head.

the guy sputters and turns around, now soaking wet. you just smile at him before strutting away.

“i really love you.” rafe says, wrapping his arm around your waist, leaving the game as the power couple you truly are.

“i know.” you smirk.

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skipper1331 · 12 hours

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Secret (blurb/headcannons) // Alexia Putellas

a/n: based off this request :)

getting permission

"I was thinking" you started, turning the volume of the tv down, "Frido and Ingrid- they‘re my best friends-" you didn‘t know how to approach the situation, being back together with Alexia was heaven on earth but parts of you felt like you had betrayed your friends by not telling them about everything that‘s happened.

And they literally knew everything about you, so it was weird to let them in the dark about such a massive part of your life.

"Tell them, it‘s okay" she smiled, already knowing what you were trying to say as she leaned forward to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, "do you want to invite them for dinner? I‘ll cook something and then go to mama"

"You‘re just fine with it?" you asked, lifting a brow.

"Sí. You should have done that way earlier" she whispered, "while I respect it so much that you didn‘t, you had every right to. I won‘t stop you. Whatever you want, I’ll support you" your heart melted at her words, "forever"

Alexia wasn‘t the same anymore - she wasn‘t the girl who was afraid to show her love. She was the woman who showed every form of affection and love - not caring about teammates teasing, media comments or haters.

She loved you, that was all that mattered.

"Are you sure sure?" you asked again.

"Sí" her expression was firm, letting you know that she was indeed more than sure before a gentle smile took over, dreamy eyes looking at you with so much love.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

telling Ingrid and Fridolina

The three of you sitting in your local café

Build up conversation

"How are things with Alexia?"

long story time

Ingrid and Frido more than shocked

Asking many questions

Offering money??!!?!?

513 flowers? How much did they cost?

gasps

"The audacity"

coffee and biscuits turning into drinks and dinner

Analyzing everything

rage in their voices

anger, irritation, confusion in their expressions

disappointment in their eyes

commenting on situations and actions

They expected more from someone like Alexia

Both of them very disappointed in Alexia yet partly understanding her reasons.

Ingrid about to have a very long conversation with her girlfriend at home

Apologizing multiple times for not telling them earlier

Your friends understanding in every possible way

The two of them forever having your back and defending you

proud of you for not giving in and forgiving her straight away.

happy for you that everything has changed for the better

Appreciating how Alexia treats you and shows you off now

Ingrid and Frido having a shovel talk with Alexia the day after

Alexia not dreaming of hurting you - now even more.

Intimidated by the Scandies

Alexia starting to copy romantic gestures from the countless of books you‘ve read

Alexia continuing her 'diary', also known as the 'why I love you'-book which she gifts you at each anniversary

Your friends teasing you when they see the books in one of the shelves of your shared home

Ingrid and Frido becoming bridemaids at your wedding one day

happy end - an end you always wished for

till death do you apart

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punkpandapatrixk · 1 day

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💓The Greatest Romance of Your Life! ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

You know you’re destined to be with your Soulmate; deep in your Soul you know there’s something beautiful already written in the stars for you and your Divine Lover★

What’s the story? What’s the drama? How will they pursue you? Aaaah! This One who will love you completely and sweetly and only! ♥︎

SONG: ohhh! by Chara

A WHOLE DREAMY VIBE: The Best of Piero Piccioni

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Pile 1 – That Handsome Gentle Soul

VIBE: Emily in Paris (just S1!)

your options? – 2 of Pentacles

Oh! You’re such a tease and you have many admirers, I can tell XD By the time events in your Life are leading you to a union with your Destined One, you will have quite a bit of options, and actually, you’re weighing at least two people in this scenario. Under normal circumstances, you’d consider yourself a person of traditional values. You always think to yourself that you’re a simple and straightforward person with very ‘normal’ desires.

You want the house, the security and stability, and all those ‘normal things’ that come with a marriage. It’s all understandably expected. You’ve always thought to yourself, ‘I want what is normally expected.’ People have rules in society and it is best to keep to what’s already within the guidelines. You’ll be ruminating these values and gains a lot during this time of your Life.

No matter your actual age at this time, psychologically speaking, you’d want to choose the person who seems more stable and wealthier. It sounds like such a no-brainer; but you’re finding yourself ruminating this shit to no end. And you’d wish things could be a lot simpler; after all, aren’t you simple? Oh, as it turns out, you’re really not all that simple—especially since meeting this other fucker who’s lighted up your horizon~

decisions, decisions, decisions – 10 of Cups Rx

In the beginning, you may not immediately realise that this person we’re talking about is your Destined One. By that time in your Life, you could’ve forgotten all about this reading hahah And you’d be so preoccupied with Life’s more pragmatic duties. By this time, half of you could either be in your late 20s or early 30s, being asked endlessly why you’re not married yet; another half of you could be in your early 50s and simply wanting things to settle and get ‘normal’ in your Life.

The thing is, your Higher Self has arranged for you to meet a Soulmate, a Divine Lover who will actually show you how not normal you are if you were honest with yourself LMAO This person on the outside is actually what you are on the inside if you let yourself be. This Destined One is unorthodox, they are weird in a way that suits your tastes and they somehow align with your values! You’re crazy attracted to this about them, but at some point, you will pull away from them because you’re afraid!

You’re afraid this person will pull you away from everything that’s normal and expected of you. But are you really the type of person who regards a matrimony that highly? Seriously? If you’re honest? This person will show you that they, too, don’t particularly care about the expectations of a marriage. They will show you that they care more about the love and romance and all those sweet feelings that come with being actually in love with someone you adore. No riches in the world can substitute the happiness of holding someone you love in your arms~ With this person, you understand that <3

your True Love?! – 5 of Wands Rx

The biggest reason you will pull away from your Destined One is that you’re afraid of fucking things up with this wonderful person who seems like such a grand prize. Rather than facing the reality of losing this person’s favour out of your own fucking things up, you’d rather never be with them in the first place. And that’s such a sad thing because your Destined One would never think of such things about you!

Out of all the options you could be having at this phase of your Life, you will recognise that your one and only true love is somebody who doesn’t make you feel pressured towards making a decision. I’m getting that your Destined One is very gentle and peaceful, and they’re really understanding of the kinds of negative thoughts that often encircle your mind. If anything, your Destined One will want to erase those scary thoughts from your mind. They want to put you at ease~

They’re not weak or shy though. If anything, your Destined Person is quite shameless and they will want to win you over LMAO But they won’t be forceful or pushy. They’re respectful of your boundaries. They will only continue to come forward with Love, and Love, and just Love—they do worry about you tho ;P So, occasionally you will be able to see their ‘cute side’ when they scold you because they’ve been worried sick!

FIRST KISS🔻💛

feelings pouring sweet~ – Red Magus (Edward Kelly)

the meaning of it all? – Priestess of Beauty

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Pile 2 – Ahhh, You Know You Like Being Swallowed Whole~ ;P

VIBE: Green Snake (1993)

your options? – 5 of Swords Rx

At first glance, it feels to me you won’t be dealing with too many options during this time of your Life where you’re being led to a union with your Destined One; but it isn’t because you don’t have many eyes vying for your hand in marriage, nooo far from it; you, just already know who you’re gonna allow to make a move on you ;P You just already know who you want to be with! ★ And it seems to me you’re the one who’s gonna do the pursuing ;P

If you’re a feminine aenergy attracted to a masculine aenergy, you’re going to lead them on. Basically, from the moment you fell for your Destined One, they’re already in the palm of your hand. I reckon you’re the one who’s gonna recognise who your Destined Person is, and it’s all because you’re a highly spiritual entity. And honestly, you’ve been through quite a lot of shit and you’ve experienced quite a bit how other people’s negative resonance brought down your protective barriers in the past.

You don’t want to entertain low-vibing suitors anymore. You can’t stand the idea of your Life being turned upside down ugly by people whose hearts are UGLY AF. You’ve got no time for any of that. You want your Destined Person and you’ll do anything in your power to make this person fall in love with you <3 I sense a majority of you choosing this pile actually identify as a masculine aenergy attracted to a feminine aenergy regardless of your gender, which makes a lot of sense XD

decisions, decisions, decisions – Knight of Swords

In the past, you’ve dealt with people who are all over you because you’re attractive as fuck. Maybe they wanted your money, status, whatever. You’re a grand prize, you know. People would be so lucky to call you their own. And you got fucking pissed with being seen as a trophy boyfriend/girlfriend—as if you haven’t got your own personality or other achievements. How about your heart and dreams and Love, right? And you know that most people don’t value you for these things. They value you for the things that, to you, don’t matter at all!

By the time the Universe is arranging for you to be in a divine union with your spiritual Soulmate, you’ll have been single for quite a significant time. You’ve shielded yourself from cheap romances. Are you a sigma? LOL You’re honestly not even that interested in people to begin with. Most of the time, you like your own company and keep to yourself a lot. You’ll have been elusive for a number of years before you meet your Destined Person by chance~ This could be a work/professional setting but you’ll still feel like it’s a destined chance meeting hahah

The moment you catch a glimpse of your Destined Person, you feel something electrifying and know immediately this person is special—different from the rest and that you need to figure them out. Perhaps by your second or third meeting, something in you has made it clear to your conscious mind that this is The One. If you’re the masculine in this situation, it’s pretty obvious you’re going to charm them so that they open their heart to you ♡ If you’re a feminine in this situation, you’re going to tease them a lot until they know it’s perfectly alright for them as a masculine to charm you LMAO

your True Love?! – 7 of Cups

So it’s interesting to see a card of a plethora of choices after all that’s said and done. As mentioned before, you’re an attractive high-quality person who’s lusted over by many undeserving asses, and I’m getting mostly this vibe, that when you’re about to make it official with your Destined Person, there’s gonna come a negative force to try and ruin your chances. For many of you this could be anything, really, but for some of you this could be an ex, or basically someone you used to be quite close to, coming back into your Life in the hopes of winning you over. Or worse—even if they know they can’t win you over, they’re still gonna come over to taunt your Destined Person out of jealousy! OMG

If this ‘trying force’ doesn’t come from your end, this could also come from your Destined Person’s end. After all, your Destined Person is ALSO popular and a lot of people are gonna hate on you for being so close to them hahah So, you and your one True Love are gonna be viewed as that power couple and before you come together there will be forces that try and separate you. It's very likely there is a time you become quite distant from each other because of all these negative intents from your environment.

You’ve got people lining up to become your spouse and each one of them could become uncontrollably jealous when you proclaim a relationship with your Destined One XD Oh, you heartbreaker~ And in the case of an ex, or a very close ex-friend who used to harbour feelings and hopes for you, this person could well break your Destined Person’s heart and make them cry. They might even try and do something very evil to your Destined Person just to hurt YOU! This, is your lesson from the Universe to decide how you’re going to protect the one and only person you say you love~

FIRST KISS🔻💜

feelings pouring sweet~ – Red Astronomer (Johannes Kepler)

the meaning of it all? – Priestess of Magick

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Pile 3 – This the One Who’ll Sacrifice Anything for You

VIBE: Titanic (1997)

your options? – Page of Wands Rx

During this time when the Universe is arranging for you to be with your Destined Person, very strange and complex situations are happening in your Life. First, it’s possible you’re already steady/engaged/married to someone else, and this is why it seems you’re not dealing with a variety of romantic options. Two, it could just be that you’re totally NOT opening yourself up to the prospect of a relationship or even a marriage HAHAH

By this point in your Life, if you have friends or are in the public eye, it’ll have been quite obvious to everybody that you’re not the marrying type. For whatever reason, you’re quite sceptical—even cynical—about this whole notion of a relationship or a matrimony. Either you’re tired or afraid of being bound by a loveless contract. You’ve seen how people switch up and betray their spouses. You’ve heard plenty of cheating couples and broken trusts. Ain’t nobody got time to open up to horrendous crimes like that!

To everybody else, you’re an elusive siren who lives in your own world of make-believe, which annoyingly only makes you even more sought-after. At this point in your Life, you appear to the world as some sort of a rare catch and people will be sneakily trying to woo you, to win you over, because that would make them look cool. Many courageous (or should we say reckless?) warriors will attempt to break your icy castle and die in vain, never realising the whole time you were wishing for a King!☆

decisions, decisions, decisions – 10 of Pentacles

To say that you ‘don’t want to be married’ is actually quite a contrarian thing. Deep in your Soul, you want to have a wholesome, a complete and harmonious relationship with a Kingly character. You want something real that most people don’t even know how to give—because most people are shallow and infantile and so poor in character… These peasants… Sigh, they bore you to death. They disappoint to no end. But then, one day…

By some miraculous encounter you bump into your Destined One. Some miraculous encounter that wouldn’t have happened at all if some curiously specific events did not stack up a certain way. It is by Divine Design that you meet at all on that very day. That very moment you see this person, your heart jump and a voice in you exclaim, ‘Husband??’ or ‘Wife??’

Of course that’s super strange that a voice within you would say that at all. You might find it cringe or think you’ve lost all your marbles completely. ‘I think I’m delusional because I’ve been lonesome for a while…’ But soon after, you really wake up to the realisation that the Universe has sent you a pretty gift in the form of a Human who’s the perfect match for you. This person is THE IDEAL, the moment, the archetype, the everything you’ve ever dreamt a true love—your true love—would be~

your True Love?! – King of Wands

The complete package. This Destined Person, is literally YOU in a different form. They may not be perfect for any other person, but for you, all your fingers fit each other perfectly. Mind you, your Destined Person is very attractive in spite of all their flaws, so it’s not like there isn’t any competition here XP Your Destined Person is definitely somebody who turns heads when they enter a room. Even the parking lot is their runway!

This person commands respect, indeed they exude a very Kingly aenergy. They are charisma personified—very giving, honourable, even sacrificial. Your Destined Person is somebody who truly understands what it means to give back to the community. A true King who gains respect for the service he has given to his people. A King like this is truly loved and revered instead of feared. That’s the kind of aenergy your Destined Person operates with.

You will be very happy with this person. You know that, thus the exclamation upon seeing them! In spite of your apprehensions about marriage, when your King proposes, when they claim you as their Queen (LOL), you simply simply simply curiously intuitively know you’re gonna be taken care of~ And that’s such a nice feeling to have to finally feel safe with someone who truly cares for your wellbeing. Someone whom you know, at all times, will make big sacrifices just to put a smile on your face ♥︎

FIRST KISS🔻🧡

feelings pouring sweet~ – Silver Astrologer (John Dee)

the meaning of it all? – Priestess of Energy

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sugojosgf · 2 days

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nanami asking you out on a date

fluff, that's it. i don't think there's anything else here. based on my not so nice nanami hcs

you sigh, packing up all your things into the brown cardboard box that sits on the floor of your cubicle. you use packing tape to close it, only thing remaining on the table is a calendar and a desktop.

you knew you weren't going to continue working at that place after your internship, a little too intense and draining for your tastes. the corporate atmosphere wasn't really your cup of coffee, except for nanami who coincidentally was.

you were surprised though, and a little hurt. he hadn't come to give you coffee like usual but he also wasn't there to bid you farewell. you tried convincing yourself that he was probably just too busy for an intern like you.

that's when you hear a distant voice, a manager who you had the opportunity to work under, unfortunately. she was mean and obnoxious, using you like a personal slave instead of an intern. she would make you work for her personal endeavours and any refusal would have your internship threatened.

"nanami! a little late today, that's surprising for you!!" she giggles, you look over the cubicle and see her manicured nails travelling up his arm. he looked as handsome as always.

"you know, it is valentine's day today and i wanted you to have these chocolates." you look at the calendar and it was in fact, february 14th.

"oh,,," you hear nanami say. "im sorry, i actually have a date waiting for me." and your heart breaks a little. he holds a pretty bouquet of roses, wrapped with brown paper.

it was stupid you to think that him giving you coffee or his jacket actually meant something. he was grown, he probably liked women who knew what to do with their life.

you let a few tears slip and you wipe it away with the sleeve of your shirt. sniffling, you exit the office to head to your car.

it's evening and the soft sun basks you in warmth that feels like a mother's hug. you close the trunk and look back once to bid goodbye to your six months of hard work.

right before you get into your car, you hear someone yell your name. you turn back confused only to find yourself face to face with nanami.

"i thought you left," he pants, "thought i was too late." his usual hair-do has fallen apart, blond strands cover his forehead. his eyebrows creased, as he looks at you worry etched in his eyes.

you smile warmly at him when you see the bouquet in his hand. lucky girl, you think to yourself. the woman he has waiting at home is the luckiest person ever to exist.

"everything good, nanami?" you ask, a little worried to see him still slightly hunched trying to catch his breath.

"the elevator broke down after you left, had to use the stairs."

your eyes widen in shock, he was in the seventh floor. he had run down seven floors trying to reach you?

you quickly make him sit in your driver's seat and hand him a bottle of water. you try to calm your thoughts down as he recollects his composure.

"you shouldn't hav-" "would you like to go out with me this weekend?"

your brain stops working.

"h-huh?"

"i always thought you were pretty, and i really wanted to ask you out almost five months ago. your personality, your diligence and just the way you present yourself has me utterly entranced."

he stands up and hands you the bouquet.

"i just thought it would be quite inappropriate if i asked you while you were an intern, i did not want to abuse my position and impose on you. so, no pressure but if you would like to, i'll do my best to take you on an enjoyable date."

you are speechless, your jaw going slack.

"y-you like me?"

he smiles at you, eyes turning into crescents. a soft chuckle escapes his lips.

"quite a lot, i'm afraid."

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munsonsmixtapes · 1 day

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Heyyy first time requesting was wondering if you could do smth where reader accidentally gives Eddie a black eye by making her jump. She's obviously sorry. But him, the boys and Wayne find it funny. Don't know if you don't wanna, obviously <3

This actually so funny to think about lmao

Eddie x fem!reader

Spending late nights at your apartment always scared you. Every time that Eddie wasn’t able to sleep over, you could barely sleep. You couldn’t because all you could think about was someone breaking in and causing you harm.

Tonight was no different. You stared at your bedroom door, terrified once you had heard a noise that had stirred you. You were afraid to get out of bed and come face to face with whoever had broken in.

You eyed the baseball bat that Steve had gifted you as a housewarming gift, the thing looking tempting to finally use. You had never had an intruder until just then and you wanted them to know that they wouldn’t get away with it.

The knob of the door jingled and you stood from your bed, putting your fists up, getting ready to punch whoever was on the other side. You had never thrown a punch before, but there was a first time for everything.

You were sure that Eddie would have been proud of you if he had been there. He was a big baby most of the time, but when it came to protecting you, he’d step up, no matter how afraid he was. He would do anything to keep his girl safe.

The door slowly opened and before you could register what was happening, you punched the intruder in the face, causing them to stumble backwards. They let out a groan and you turned on the overhead light, letting out a gasp as you realized that it was your boyfriend.

“Eddie, what the fuck?” You stepped over to him, grabbing onto his arms to get a look at his eye where you had punched. You pulled him into your room to get a good look at it even though you knew that it was going to bruise pretty badly.

“I’m sorry. I texted you that I was coming over and you sent me the thumbs up emoji. I used my key since I figured you were asleep.” Now you remembered. You were usually prone to wake up from your phone buzzing and text him back half asleep, having no recollection afterwards. “Didn’t know I was going to get a shiner,” he grumbled.

“I’ll make it up to you.” You pulled him into your arms, stroking his hair, knowing that he loved to be babied.

“I think I’m gonna need some kisses in return.”

“I am more than happy to make that happen.” You pressed your lips to his, deepening it by swiping your tongue along his bottom lip and he opened up, letting you inside. You then pushed him back onto you bed, ready to repay him for the pain you caused.

The two of you joined Wayne and the boys for breakfast the next morning like you did every Saturday and they all gasped once they caught sight of Eddie’s eye. You had suggested that he wear sunglasses to cover it up, but he insisted that he was okay without them. He told you that he thought it made him feel cool.

“What happened now, boy. Was it one of those kids who keeps pestering you?” Wayne asked as he stood up from the table, taking Eddie’s face gently in his hands, wanting to get a better look at the injury.

“No,” Eddie shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

“Did y/n finally get sick of your shit and pop you one?” Gareth joked and Eddie just glared. They both knew that you’d never hurt him on purpose.

“No,” Eddie sat down at the table and you took the chair next to him. “She punched me because she thought I was an intruder.” At that, the whole table erupted in laughter, the two of you sharing looks, wondering what was so damn funny.

“That’s good,” Jeff cackled, grabbing hold of his stomach.

The rest of breakfast was spent making jokes about Eddie’s black eye and how you had been the ones to cause it. Everyone had especially thought it was hilarious because it was an accident, knowing that you would have never been able to do it on purpose. You wouldn’t have hurt a fly.

Just from the conversation, you and Eddie both knew that neither of you would have been able to live it down. You knew that the four of them would still bring up the incident for years to come, making jabs here and there, thinking that it was the funniest thing while you and Eddie just rolled your eyes. Maybe next time he’s think twice before using the key you gave him.

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wholoveseggs · 3 days

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I am begging you can you please make a Damon and Elijah fic? I didn't know this ship even existed but I'm so fuckin invested in it. You can make up the story line and everything, the only thing I ask is that Elijah is the dominant one and that Elena doesn't support their relationship but they simply don't care what she thinks anymore?

Thank you thank you thank you🫶🫶🫶

Respect

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Elijah puts Damon in his place, and demands he show him a little more than respect.

♡♡ Thanks for the request anon! I was giggling like crazy writing this (its my fav Elijah ship) Unfortunately I didn't include Elena, but we all know she would be jealous as fuck... (of who? well... that's up to you...) ♡♡

2.9k words - Warnings: smut, this is just a alternate version of the iconic pencil scene, Elijah in his middle part menace era, dom!elijah, sub!damon, blowjobs, face-fucking, Damon being an Elijah simp...

At first, Damon just saw Elijah as the enemy, simple, straightforward, an asshole that just had to go.

He was a threat and Damon was an expert on handling threats, especially when it came to the safety of those he cared about. He wasn't afraid to throw punches, not afraid to pull out the stops and go all out.

But then things changed.

Things changed and he realized that maybe he and Elijah had more in common than he thought, the man was cunning and calculating, he could be dangerous when he needed to be, and Damon would be lying if he said that it didn't scare the hell out of him.

Elijah was a mystery that he wanted to solve, he wanted to figure out just how deep his intelligence went, how far his knowledge spanned. He was curious about him, he wanted to learn every little detail and find out what made him tick.

Damon knew what he was to woman, he would wield his good looks like a weapon, his charm was another weapon, his wit was one too.

But now he truly understood what it was like to be on the receiving end of such charisma, it was addicting, and he was hooked.

Elijah's power and dominance was something that drew him in and held him there. He wanted nothing more than to submit to him, to surrender and let him do as he pleased. It was a foreign feeling, one he wasn't exactly comfortable with… but he couldn't resist him.

The way Elijah was able to command his attention and keep it was intoxicating, his presence alone demanded respect, but when he opened his mouth, the words that came out were pure elegance, and Damon found himself captivated by his smooth tone, his articulation was flawless.

He was a true gentleman.

He was everything Damon was not.

So what did Damon do? He took all these new and uncomfortable feelings and did what he always did. Antagonize.

He would try his best to push Elijah's buttons, hoping for a reaction, an emotion, anything to give him a clue on what was going through his mind. But to his dismay, the man would not budge, and it just left Damon wanting more.

He knew he needed to get his attention, and Damon still was determined to protect Elena at all costs, so he decided to take it further, the more dangerous the stunt, the better.

Damon sauntered into the Lockwood mansion, his signature smirk firmly in place. Today was a simple fact finding mission. All he wanted to do was suss out Elijah's weaknesses, find out if he could be manipulated, maybe find a way to control him.

That's all. He told himself, making his way deeper into the house, looking for the original.

It wasn't long until he spotted the older vampire, who was chatting away with Carol. He watched him, noticing how his body language screamed regal and refined.

Damon didn't want to admit it, but he was nervous, this was the first time they were officially meeting. The last time Elijah ripped out the hearts of two vampires right in front of him and the time before that Damon drove a coat hanger through Elijah's heart. Not the best first impression.

He could feel his heart beat quicken, and he knew he needed to calm down, otherwise the vampire would notice. So he took a deep breath and plastered his smirk back on, striding confidently toward the pair.

"Damon," Carol gave him a welcoming smile, happy to see him. "What a surprise," she greeted, reaching forward and shaking his hand.

"Carol," he returned, nodding at her.

"Elijah, I want you to meet Damon Salvatore. His family is one of Mystic Falls' founding families." Carol introduced.

"Mmm," Damon looked at Elijah, whose expression was impassive, his eyes scanning him briefly. "Such a pleasure to meet you."

"No. Pleasure's mine," Elijah replied, taking Damon's hand and squeezing tightly, just a tad bit too tight, causing the younger vampire to wince slightly.

"Excuse me," Carol interjected. "I should probably attend to my other guests," she smiled, giving them both a nod before leaving the pair alone.

Damon could feel Elijah's eyes almost burning holes into him, the older vampire seemed to be sizing him up, as if trying to decide whether or not he was worth his time.

"So," Damon drawled, his smirk still present, he motioned towards a private study off to the side, the door slightly ajar. "Shall we?" he suggested, his tone dripping with honey.

Elijah followed behind him, watching as he made his way inside. This young vampire was going to be quite the handful, but that was okay. He had dealt with others far worse.

Once they were both in the room, Elijah closed the door, grazing his fingertips along the leather sofa, not even bothering to look Damons way.

"What can I do for you, Damon?" he inquired, his voice low, but smooth and controlled.

"I was hoping we could have a word," Damon replied, his tone slightly less confident than before, the way Elijah spoke and held himself was unnerving.

"Where's Elena?" Elijah questioned, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

Damon didn't like the way Elijah asked after her, like he had some sort of claim over her, and he didn't like the way he said her name either.

"Safe with Stefan. They're laying low, you know, bit of a werewolf problem," Damon explained, his tone nonchalant.

"Oh, yeah, I heard about that," Elijah responded, finally looking at Damon, his expression stoic, almost unreadable.

"I'm sure you did since it was your witch that saved the day." Damon couldn't hide the bite in his tone, he didn't like the way Elijah seemed all knowing, as if he was privy to everything that went on in Mystic Falls.

Elijah finally looked at him, and it sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes were cold and calculating, and it made him uneasy and a little aroused.

"You are welcome," he replied with a smug grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Damon leaned against the nearby desk, trying his best to stay casual. "Which adds to my confusion on exactly why you're here?" he questioned, hoping his voice didn't betray the nerves he was currently feeling.

Elijah was bored by this conversation, the infamous Salvatore was not worth his time. "Why don't you just stay focused on keeping Elena safe and leave the rest to me." He replied, looking away from Damon and smiling softly, he then turned and headed for the door.

But Damon wasn't going to let him get away so easily, he was determined to get his attention, so he sped to the door, blocking Elijah's way.

"Not good enough," Damon stated, his voice firm.

The look on Elijah's face could of melted steel, it was cold, his eyes were hard and his jaw clenched tightly.

Before Damon could blink, Elijah's hand was around his throat, lifting him off the ground and slamming him into the wall, his grip was like a vice. Damon couldn't breathe, he struggled against the original, clawing at his hand, gasping for air.

He grabbed Elijah's throat, trying to choke him in return, but it was no use. He was strong, and the fact that the older vampire could effortlessly hold him there, only turned him on even more.

Elijah peeled Damon's hand off his throat, crushing the bones in his fingers, and causing the younger vampire to cry out in pain. Damon was shocked at how strong Elijah really was, how easily he was able to handle him.

"You young vampires, so arrogant." He growled, pushing Damon's hand away with ease. "How dare you come in here and challenge me?'' His voice was full of venom, his tone menacing.

"You can't kill me, man. It's not part of the deal." Damon managed to wheeze out, his words slightly slurred from the lack of oxygen.

Elijah was amused by his statement, his face contorting into a gentle smile, his eyes dancing with mirth. "Silence," he whispered, his tone dangerously low.

Damon's mouth snapped shut, and his heart was pounding in his chest. He was in a compromising position, and he wasn't sure if it was the adrenaline, or the fact that he was literally at the mercy of an Original, but his body was buzzing with anticipation.

Elijah could hear Damon's heartbeat racing, the blood pumping through his veins. He knew what the young vampire was feeling, the fear, the arousal.

Elijah grabbed a pencil and jammed it into Damon's neck. He needed to teach this vampire a lesson. He was a mere child compared to him, and it was time he learned his place.

Damon cried out in agony, the pencil lodged deep in his neck. He was utterly helpless, and Elijah could tell.

He dropped Damon, letting him pull the pencil out of his neck and stumble forwards, he clutched at his throat, groaning in pain.

Elijah smiled slightly, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping the blood off his hands, "I'm an Original. Show a little respect," he ordered.

Damon could feel his pants getting tighter, the bulge in his jeans growing with every passing second. Elijah's dominance was a major turn on, and he couldn't stop the arousal coursing through his body.

Elijah handed him the handkerchief, their fingers brushing, causing Damon to shiver. He took the cloth, wiping away the excess blood.

Damon wanted to be angry, he should be furious, but instead he was excited. His blood was pumping, his adrenaline was high, and he couldn't hide the fact that Elijah made him feel things he never thought possible.

When their eyes met, Elijah knew that he was in for a fun time. He could see the desire swimming in those bright blue eyes. He smirked and stepped closer, invading his personal space, causing the younger vampire to swallow nervously.

"On your knees," Elijah commanded, his tone deep and seductive.

Damon felt a jolt of pleasure go straight to his dick, his mind was screaming for him to leave, but his body was already sinking down to the floor.

Once on his knees, he looked up at Elijah, his heart hammering in his chest, his breath coming out in shallow pants.

"You know what to do." Elijah encouraged, his eyes full of lust.

Damon hesitated, his hands trembling slightly as he reached up and began undoing the belt and button on Elijah's dress pants. He was a bit nervous, not because he had never been with a man before, he had, plenty of times, but this was an original, and he wasn't exactly sure how far he was willing to go.

"Do you require a written invitation?" Elijah questioned with a teasing grin.

Damon frowned and swallowed thickly, pulling the zipper down slowly, and carefully removing Elijah's cock from his pants. It was so hard, so thick, and Damon couldn't deny that he was intimidated by its size.

Elijah grunted slightly, looking down at Damon with hooded eyes, his gaze filled with dark lust. He didn't usually have his enemies submit in this way, only when he was in a charitable mood, but Damon was an exception.

Elijah ran his fingers through Damon's dark hair, tugging gently at the strands, causing the younger vampire to wince, it wasn't rough enough to hurt, but it was enough to pull a reaction.

Damon leaned in closer, his hot breath ghosting across the sensitive skin. Elijah smelled like pine and leather and a hint of cologne, he was pure man, and it made his head spin.

So Damon, using all his experience from previous encounters, ran his tongue over the tip, earning a small groan of approval.

Encouraged by Elijah's moan, he started to slide his mouth along his shaft. Giving him gentle licks and wet kisses, tasting the bitter flavor of the pre cum seeping out.

The pace was slow at first, Damon running his tongue down to the base and back up to the tip, swirling his tongue around the head of the shaft, eliciting more beautiful sounds from Elijah.

Elijah dug his fingernails into Damon's scalp, gripping his head, and guiding him down further, moaning softly as he hit the back of his throat.

Damon gagged a little, causing Elijah to chuckle. "Hmph, there we go," he grunted, looking down at Damon's face and meeting his heated gaze.

He then forced his cock deep into his mouth, holding his head in place and listening to him gag, spit dripping out and down his chin.

"Ah...good boy, that's better," Elijah cooed, easing his grip slightly and allowing Damon to adjust. "Just like that." He praised.

Damon closed his eyes and relaxed his throat, letting Elijah use him the way he wanted, the way he desired.

As soon as the noises stopped, Elijah removed his dick, giving Damon the opportunity to breathe. Damon gasped for air, coughing, his throat was raw, he hadn't let someone treat him in this way for decades, he was completely and totally dominated.

But it was so hot, so arousing, and he loved every minute of it. His own erection pressing painfully against the seam of his pants, he wanted more.

He swallowed heavily, looking up at Elijah who was stroking himself, enjoying the sight before him.

"Mmm, very good, such a pretty face, a perfect mouth for my cock," Elijah growled. "Now suck," he ordered.

Damon surged forward, his mouth wrapping around his shaft once more, but this time he pushed himself all the way to the base, swallowing around him, letting him feel the tight squeeze of his throat.

Elijah thrust his hips, and Damon could tell he was close to the edge, he wanted to taste his cum, wanted to feel the power and authority of him.

"Fuck, yes," Elijah muttered, holding Damon's head and slamming his hips into his mouth. "Just a little bit more," he groaned, his words broken by ragged moans.

Damon's jaw was aching, his entire body was shaking, and he could barely breathe, but the pressure building between his legs made the pain all worth it.

Elijah grunted, slamming his hips forward one final time, spilling his load down Damon's throat. The vampire eagerly swallowed down the warm thick fluid, breathing deeply, and trying to regain his composure.

When the spasms subsided, he pulled out, and Damon collapsed, his body trembling, his cock painfully hard, his breath coming out in sharp gasps.

Elijah smiled down at him, his cock glistening with the young vampires spit. He tucked himself away, straightening his suit and clearing his throat.

"Now, get cleaned up," he commanded, tossing his handkerchief at him.

Damon scrambled to wipe himself off, he didn't even have the decency to ask if Damon needed help getting off. The thought didn't even cross his mind.

Elijah fixed his hair in the mirror, making sure his appearance was perfect, that his part was just right. When he was satisfied with his look, he gave Damon one last glance and left the room without a word.

Damon sat there, stunned and aching. He had never experienced anything like that before, and it left him wanting more. He couldn't believe what had just happened, how easily Elijah had put him in his place, how willingly he had submitted.

He was a vampire, a strong, powerful vampire, and yet he was completely at the mercy of another. And that scared and thrilled him.

He shook his head and stood up, his legs shaking. He quickly composed himself, adjusting his clothes, wiping away the stray tear.

He wondered what Elena would think, or Stefan or even Alaric. Would they understand? He didn't even understand it himself.

He sighed and walked out of the study, heading towards the bar. He needed a drink. A stiff one.

Elijah was leaning against the bar, a glass of scotch in his hand, his expression unreadable. Damon could feel the tension between them, but he ignored it, instead focusing on pouring himself a glass.

"Enjoyed yourself?" Elijah inquired, his voice laced with amusement.

For once Damon was at a loss for words, his mouth opening and closing, no sound coming out. He didn't know how to respond.

"The moment you cease to be of use to me, you're dead, so you should do what I say. Keep Elena safe." Elijah continued, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips.

Damon somehow found his voice again and his snarky side made an appearance. "Well, thank you for being so gracious," he quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Elijah chuckled, shaking his head, he took a sip of his drink, savoring the taste.

"I like this town, there are so many interesting people," he commented, his eyes locking with Damon's, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Interesting?" Damon repeated, arching his brow.

"Indeed," Elijah replied, his gaze lingering on the younger vampire for a moment longer before he stood and set his glass on the counter.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against Damon's ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin, "it was nice meeting you Damon Salvatore, I'm sure our paths will cross again,"

Damon watched him walk away, his heart racing, his mouth dry. He wasn't sure what had just happened, but he knew one thing, he wanted more.

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melodic-haze · 1 day

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heyy, may i request some natasha content? she's so underrated i swear 😩😩

☆ — SONG TITLE: Acts of service

☆ — PAIRINGS: Natasha x Reader

☆ — TYPE: Fluff, SFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: None

☆ — NOTES: No NSFW for this one cuz I've been doing a lotta that 🫶 hope you don't mind!!! Also idk what colour to give her :(

☆ — WORD COUNT: 1,609 words

Visiting Natasha became something of a routine for you. Despite everything that you did in the day, you never failed to visit the doctor—it was usually during the afternoon, around the time you had lunch, because then you asked her to have a bite with her every time, to which she always agreed to.

Half of the reason why was because you had wanted to spend time with Wildfire's true leader as.. well, not Wildfire's leader. You wanted to get to know Natasha, nobody else, at first.. but then it went from getting to know her to having each other's presence become something of a constant in both your lives, and then to something even more.

The other half of the reason, though, was because you were concerned.

She was the Underworld's best doctor, so naturally everyone relied on her. While she did have a massively good reputation, unfortunately that came at the cost of a decrease in the time for her to relax.

Such a thing was evident to see when it was moments like these—you had just stepped into her clinic and already you are witnessing the blue-gray-haired woman rush back and forth, patient to patient. After all, you had waited for.. what was essentially an hour before you decided to just stop waiting and to go to her yourself to see what was happening.

You had to take your time in actually approaching her, worried that you might somehow disturb her flow, and only actually decide to try to gain her attention when she seems to have slowed down.

Gently placing a hand on her shoulder, you softly called out to her, "Natasha?"

You hear her sigh the slightest bit, tired and weary, but when she turns her head and sees you she pushes herself upright on her desk as if startled. She quickly downplays her surprise with a laugh, however, "Oh! Dear, you gave me a quite a shock. What are you here for? Are you sick?"

"No, no," you shook your head, "I'm not on death's door or anything like that. Seems like you've got your hands full of the people that are, though."

She let out a small yet exhausted laugh, the lines on her eyes particularly evident today, "I suppose I am, aren't I? ..Though not to be hasty, and I do love to see you and your face, but if you aren't here to get treated, then is there another reason why you're here?"

The clinic was so particularly hectic today that she forgot.

"..Nat."

"Yes?"

"We were supposed to meet up a bit more than an hour ago."

You see her take her phone out of her pocket to check the time and--

"Oh."

Her eyes widen at the realisation before darting back to you with furrowed brows, "I hadn't realised... Were you waiting this whole time?"

You shrugged with a sheepish grin, "I didn't really want to leave in case you were just late. I see that you're really busy, though."

You see her sigh out and look at you apologetically, "Dear, you should've called me. I didn't mean to lose track--"

"Hey, no, I'm not mad or anything, don't worry about it." You reach for her hands to hold them tenderly as you got a little closer to her, "I can see that you're absolutely swamped with work, I get it. I wouldn't have signed myself up for dating you if I didn't accept it."

"Be that as it may, this is practically routine for the both of us."

"Yeah, but this is still your job." You gave her a light shrug and a reassuring smile, "Don't worry about it, yeah? We can just postphone it for when you go off the clock."

She huffs out gently with a small shake of her head, "A doctor never fully gets off the clock."

"Even when the Stellaron's gone?"

"Mhm. Not only that, but some of the others have caught an illness so we're short-staffed and I've been scrambling left and right. I'm afraid I had no time to think about anything else... Or, well," she draws a hand back from your grasp to cup your cheek with such a soft, affectionate look, "until you came along. Now I feel like I can't seem to think of--"

"Natasha?" The both of you turn to look at the nurse calling out to your lover, her touch on you breaking away at the disturbance, "Sorry to disturb you but, um, we need you here."

Natasha fully lets go of you now, easily getting herself back into work mode, "He's woken up?" And when the nurse nods, she answers swiftly, "Alright. I'll be there in a second."

Then she turns back to you, work mode off for a brief moment. While her affectionate look is still there, you could easily see how much today's exhaustion's getting to her, "I'm sorry that I'll have to leave you like this. I don't think I really have time to spare so.. I'll meet you when I'm done?"

"Mm." You briefly go to squeeze her hand and press a quick peck on her cheek, "Good luck with work, yeah? I'll be waiting."

She nods, and then she turns to make a beeline over to the waiting patient, leaving you alone in the middle of the clinic. You supposed that you should probably go so you make your way over to the door...

But when you put a hand on the doorknob, suddenly you're hit with a revelation.

You rush back over to her (the desk she owns, specifically) and wait for until she's finished with her current charge. It takes a while, but eventually she turns to walk over to said desk, to which she sees you and makes a confused yet amused expression, "I don't believe I'm off the clock yet, darling. Anything you need?"

"No, actually." You shook your head at her, "On the contrary, I think I have a little solution to your problem."

She crossed her arms as she hummed in curiosity, "Hmm? And whatever may that be?"

"I can help. Like, as some sort of assistant."

"..Go on."

"I know I'm not necessarily trained to be a doctor like you, or a nurse, or anyone in the professional health field, but I can do the other stuff like book-keeping and supply pick-ups. And maybe fetching stuff for you," you shrugged, "but I can't promise that I'll know what they look like."

You had expected her to accept the help—you have to use whatever resource you have in the Underworld, even when the passage between here and the overworld has been opened up. However, instead you see her shaking her head with slightly furrowed brows, "I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

"Why not?"

"I can't ask that of you. I wouldn't want you to sacrifice your day to help me with my job..." She looks to the side, pensive, "And I'm afraid I can't pay you either; I don't want to monopolise you just because we share a close bond.

You waved off her concerns, "Don't worry about that. One, I already get paid by spending time with you. And two, you're not monopolising anything—I'm offering to help. So let me?"

She looks at you, looks back towards the patients behind her, and then looks back at you again, her face showing clear contemplation. She's silent for a while and the lack of an answer plays with your nerves, but she eventually gives you a small, teasing smile, "It will probably take up the entire rest of your day. Are you sure you can hold out for that long here?"

"Ah, but you underestimate me—I can do anything when you're with me."

She laughs, and it's the most beautiful sight you've ever witnessed, "We'll have to see, won't we?"

You both get straight into work after that; Natasha tends to the patients with the other nurses as you dutifully do exactly as you said, taking care of most of the documentations and fetching the needed supplies for her and everyone else (without touching the chemicals in case you mess something up, of course). The amount of work was, quite frankly, insane for such a small clinic but you supposed that all places had their busiest days, medical locations included.

It was tough, and it sure as hell was exhausting, but eventually you pulled through the day and finally you were off the clock. You left a little earlier per your girlfriend's request, waiting outside for her to come out instead. And once she walks out the door, you two walk back home in companiable silence.

It's only when you reach your house when she speaks up, guilt tinging her tone, "I'm sorry we didn't end up having lunch as per usual, dear."

"I told you so many times, Nat, I seriously don't mind. I wanted to help!"

"Not that I'm ungrateful, and I know you offered, but are you sure you were okay to help? Treating people and helping them recover is something I love to do, but you could have done something else."

"I could have," you paused in your steps, opting Natasha go do the same. "But I wanna spend more time with you. Plus, hospital intern dates aren't exactly the worst dates ever."

She laughs again, and you can't get enough of it, "I suppose it isn't. Now come," she nudges her head towards your house's direction, "I'll make up for the whole of today, starting with a delightful meal. Care to join me, Y/N?"

Yes. Yes, you'd very much like to.

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vulpixisananimal · 2 days

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(you leave for one loop. One day. And it becomes a blinding disaster. Oh yes, Stardust gets a loop where they can relax and don't need to worry about anything and look what happens.)

(Because of you.)

(I did not do anything.)

(Oh sure! Was I mistaken? Was I mistaken thinking that the one who's always causing trouble, always making things harder, was the one who messed everything up!?!)

(I had to do what I had to do. It's fixed now.)

(Fixed?!? Is that all you care about?!?)

(You grip the sides of the sink. You might be sick again at this rate. You couldn't tell if the nausea was from looping or from the mental argument you were having.)

(It's fine! Really, it's wonderful even! You could share what you learned now. And figure all this out. It's fine.)

(But first, cue Isabeau.)

"You alright, Sif?--" >> "--Just some loopy stuff, not that bad, I'll meet you for breakfast!"

(It's so easy to slip back into the old routine. It's comfortable. It's easy. You can just zone out and respond in exactly the right way. And yet, it made your skin crawl. After all you've been through you're still supposed to memorize a play? What a joke.)

(You go through the motions, get fully dressed, go downstairs, greet your party. Quesadillas again. They'd probably still be tasty, though you wont want them for a bit after these loops.)

"You sure you're alright??--" >> "--Do you think that's why you're sick again?"

(You were zoning out a lot. Change things up.)

"That would make sense, craft exhaustion, right?"

"Alright eat up then 'Frin, gotta get your energy back." (Nille gave you more food like last time.)

"At least let me finish first breakfast." (You say, smiling.) "I am hungry though."

(You still weren't sure if you felt better or worse after taking some time to relax. Although, that 'relaxing' time was cut short. You take a bite of the quesadilla.)

(??!?!!?!)

"Is Bonnie feeling okay?" (You ask.)

"They woke up with a headache, I think it's from that bonk from yesterday." (Nille looked worried at you bringing it up.) "Just, don't mention the burnt food."

(Odile spoke up from behind her book.) "It shouldn't be from that bang on the head. No concussion, any booboos they had Mirabelle healed up."

"Well what else would it be then."

(You quietly eat up the quesadilla. Just think for a second, Loop. It's probably nothing. Just focus on the task at hand.)

(You and I know that it's impossible for the past to change. If something did change, it would be us who did it.)

(So why does Bonnie have a headache?)

(. . .)

(You're still not giving me all the details~)

(It does not matter, it will distract you.)

(You're afraid arent you~ You're afraid that things are going to change~)

(As are you.)

(I'M at least trying to-)

(You bite your tongue.)

"Blinding-" (You exclaim.) "Ow."

"Everything alright, Siffrin?" (Odile asked.)

"Oh I just bit my tongue, eating too fast."

"Aw no!!" (Isa said, concerned.) Want me to check if it's ok??"

"So you can kiss it better?" (You reply, almost instinctually.)

"!??!?!!!?!?"

"HA!"

"Get a ROOM you two!"

(Isabeaus face was getting off shade, it took you a second before you processed what you just said and what it meant.)

"OH. UH. I DIDNT??? MEAN, UH???"

(you hide yourself in your hat. That's??? So embarrassing?!?!? Oh stars you said that as a JOKE. "I banged my elbow kiss it better." Stupid, stupid Loop! You're making such a fool of yourself.) ". . . S-sorry."

"Noit'sokI'mokit'sfine." (And now Isa was covering his face.)

(. . .)

(Not a WORD from you.)

(There's a bit of an awkward pause before casual conversation starts again. You mostly just zone out untill Bonnie comes back.)

(They looked. . . Fine? It was hard to tell from last time, maybe a bit more tired looking? Nothing physicaly wrong, not that it looked like, they caught you staring at stuck out their tongue at you and make a "nyeeh" noise. You stick your tongue out back.)

"Quite done, you two?" (Odile said without looking up.)

"'Frin started it."

"Did not."

"Did too!"

"Alright maybe I did."

(Mirabelle gasped.) "Siffrin? Admiting to cheekyness??"

"Truly a dark day." (Odile commented.)

(You all chuckle.)

(Here again. Back at the explination table. You know you could keep the loops a secret this time, but no. You needed help, you did ask for it after all~)

(Might as well make it fun, though. You look around and see a few scraps of note paper, you grab one and quickly write something down. Next, who to pass it to. . .)

(Odile is still in her book, Mirabelle was checking on Bonnie, Isabeau. . . Passing a note to Isa right now's a bad look. Nille, then. You crumple the paper into a ball and gently throw it at her as she's about to take a bite of food. She pauses and looks at you. You hold up a finger and wink.)

(You lean back in your chair.) "Let's skip going to the defenders, when we head there later today it just becomes a whole mess."

"You looped again!?!?--" >> "--I'll look for one of those next time."

(You hear a stiffled laugh come from Nille, looking over, she had de-crumpled the note and looked at it. She gave you a look and held it up.)

"So do you just have the whole crabbing day memorized, Siffy?" (The note was that whole exchange written down. Nille passes the note to Mirabelle to look.)

(You stick out your tongue.) "Maybe~"

"What's our next line then, Siffrin." (Odile had closed her book, now quite curious.)

"Well, bonnies next line is 'that's crabbing stupid.'"

"Language."

"No that comes after Bonnies line." (Ok this is kind of fun actually)

"Alright, but what's your next line." (Mirabelle says, curious.)

(You nod.) "That this will be try number four, or five, First was me and Odile at the library, rest of you to the Defenders place, Bonnie came running back to us because Mira was framed for kidnapping Bonnie."

"!?!?!?--" >> "--Language."

(There's a bit of a pause as everyone catches up to the exchange that just happened, and laughs.)

"Well, at least you're making light of it?"

"Tee hee, I try~" (Now, how to explain things quickly.) "Next loop we all went to the Defenders and bumped into an old friend of Isabeaus, going by Ramos now. We got split up, Ramos and Isa were acting suspicious, we confronted Ramos and they had a wishing star pendant like from yesterday. There was also a strong mint smell around. And then last loop Mira Isa and Odile went to figure out if mint was a sign of anything."

"That's, quite a lot to take in." (Said Odile.) "Well, did we find anything?"

(You nod) "Yep, a strong mint smell is assosiated with Mind Craft. It makes sense really, with how Isa and Stardust acted~"

". . . Stardust?"

(You wince. Stars! STARS! Oh great you were just TALKING and explaining things and DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. Alright, fine, fine, you'd have to explain this anyways probably.)

(You could try again.)

"R-right, aha, well. . ." (You shook your head, lights, camera...) "Well it's a bit of a story, Mirabelle had the wonderful idea that we take a loop to rest up! Oh very, very thoughtful~"

"Uh, th-thank you?" (Mira looked confused, well, everyone did a little.) "Did, did it go alright?"

"Oh it did! For a bit. And then our good friend Ramos showed up. Stardust, Siffrin, thought it would be a wonderful idea to talk to them to figure out a few things. Buuuuuuuut then Ramos grabed their hand and he started acting ~very different~"

(You felt like you were going to have a heart attack. When was the last time you talked to your party? REALLY talked to them. It was on the final day, wasn't it? And even then you were all worried about Stardust. You just need to keep acting.)

"Let me guess. Siffrin was effected by mind craft in some way, but you weren't?" (Odile, like usual, was ahead of the curve.)

"Correct~ Hello by the way, your friendly neighborhood Loop here to help~"

"Oh! Good to talk to you again then!" (Mirabelle said excitedly.)

"Yeah. Lot cooler than 'Frin." (Bonnie said all cheekily.)

"A devistating blow to someone not even here. Are they around at all, by the way?" (Odile asked.)

"Well. . ."

(We shouldn't bring him to front. They are likely still effected by mind craft.)

(And how would you know that?)

(I don't.)

(Exactly. You tap your chin.) "Well I could get them, but we're worried that mind craft is still effecting him."

"Still?"

"But, didn't you turn back time?!?"

"Yeah, it never happened then, right?"

(You shrug.) "Kinda. Memories stay. Our body keeps some of it's changes, scars and muscle growth, but not wounds. We keep our fighting experience too, naturally. And for some reason, equipment."

"Oh right... Like the bow my classmate got me." (Mirabelle touched their bow, the same one.) "That really hurt my head to think about."

(Nille rubbed her head.) "Well if you get them we can check easily. And if Siffy's still gotten mind crabbery we'll..."

"Then we make sure Loop doesn't get effected either!!" (Isabeau said confidently.)

"Or undo it. It should be easy enough, unless-" (Odile starts)

"-it was powered by a wish." (You finish with her.)

". . This is weird." (Nille says.)

"Give me a day and I could recite those two days in Dormont by heart~"

"Even the sleepover?"

"Especially the sleepover."

(You all chuckle a bit at that. It's. . . Kind of nice, being able to be open about this. Even if you wish it could be in better circumstances.)

"I've got two plans today." (You say, as you take another bite of food.) "First, we'll all check on Stardust and see how he's handling things~ "

"Rude to talk and eat, Loopert." (Nille sais smugly.)

(You choke on your food. Loopert?!?!)

"Hah! Loopert."

"Hehe. It's a cute nickname."

(You sink down in your cloak and quickly finish that bite of food.) "Any chance we could rethink the nickname?"

"No!!! You're Loopert now!!!"

(Great.)

(Well if we they wont remember at least.)

"Alright alright, well the other thing I want to do is try talking to Ramos agian."

"Huh."

"So daring..."

"Are you sure about that, Loop." (Mirabelle seemed worried.)

"Well, I'm curious how they'll react. The last two times we've bumped into eachother they've been. . . acting strange. Oh, and I would like to talk to them one on one if possible."

"You do realize if that mind craft stuck this could be increddibly risky." (Odile looked concerned. Understandibly so.)

"I'd like to be around in case they try anything. . ." (Said Isabeau.)

(You nod.) "Well, if you all could stay nearby in case something does happen, that would be great."

"Why do you need to talk to them alone anyways?" (Nille asked.)

"W-well. . ." (How to put this.) "I don't want to be rude, but you all are terrible actors."

"Ah. . ."

"Oh. . ."

"Ouch, but fair."

"Sorry." (You shrug.) "One of the best advantages of not talking about the loops was knowing exactly how things go. But we made a promise to not keep secrets soooo~"

"No no, I understand Loop." (Mirabelle looked a bit dejected.) "I don't know if I'd be able to keep a straight face."

"Heh, I could do it." (Bonnie said smugly.)

"Sure you could Boniface." (Nille replied.)

"Yeah!!! I could!!!"

"I'll go sign you up for theater classes then."

"NO!!!!"

(Heh, that would be a sight to see.)

(At least we have a plan.)

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marvelsmylife · 3 days

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Admiring from afar

Pairing: Bodhi Duran x reader

Request: I want a oneshot where the reader is in third year with xaden and garrick and she's sorta like platonic with xaden and he trusts her with his life and secrets and protective of her as best freinds. Bodhi has always had feelings for her but thinks xadens the better one for her. I wanna see how the reader will express her feelings towards bodhi and how it will play out. Maybe make the reader more possessive and morally grey pls

A/n I absolutely ADORE Bodhi. If you guys have any requests for him send them my way

Warning: jealousy to angst to fluff

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Bodhi has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. He loved how fiercely independent you were and stood up to anyone, even if they were twice your size. The only problem was that you never gave him the time of day.

Since you were always by Xaden’s side, he assumed you two were an item but didn’t want to tell anyone. Both you and Xaden were extremely private people that didn’t like talking about who you were fucking, and people were too afraid to ask.

Bodhi thought he was doing a good job hiding his feelings towards you, but he was sorely mistaken. You knew about his crush on you, and yes, you also found him attractive, but you tried your best to ignore the longing stares from him. Seeing as he was cousins with your best friend, you didn’t want to get involved with him because if you broke up, your friendship with Xaden might end too.

You took pride in being able to hide your emotions towards Bodhi, but apparently, you weren’t doing a good job as of recently. You didn’t know why, but watching Bodhi hang out with Imogen irritated you, and Xaden noticed. Xaden took it upon himself to tease you about having a crush on his cousin. “I want to know how long you’ve had hots for my cousin?” Xaden teased and earned a punch from you.

“Shut the fuck up,” you muttered before looking over and realizing Bodhi was staring at you, “Great, he’s staring.”

Xaden just laughed harder before ruffling your hair.

Meanwhile, Bodhi was watching the scene in front of him and grew jealous of your interaction with his cousin. He knew he had no right to be jealous, but he was, and he hated himself for it. “So, when are you going to grow some balls and tell y/n how you feel about her?” Imogen asked Bodhi and caused him to come back to reality.

Without skipping a beat, Bodhi replied, “The same day you do the same and tell Garrick how you feel about him.” Imogen grew serious at Bodhi’s comment and caused Bodhi to let out a hearty laugh, “What? Did you think no one knew about your crush on him?”

Imogen didn’t get a chance to reply; your voice boomed from across the field, “Duran, stop fucking around and do the task you were told,” you shouted with a scowl on your face before storming away.

Bodhi and Imogen exchanged confused looks at your orders but did as they were told before they got scolded again.

You didn’t see Bodhi until three days later during dinner. You were ashamed of your reaction, so you did everything in your power to avoid him after you lashed out at him and Imogen for no reason.

You tried not to look over at him, so you started to play fighting with Xaden. It worked for a moment until you had a gut-wrenching feeling to look towards Bodhi’s direction. You felt your heart break when you spotted Imogen whispering something into Bodhi’s ear, which caused you to slam your fist onto the table. That earned you a few stares, so you shot up from your seat and exited the dining hall with Xaden yelling after you.

You cried from frustration in your room for several minutes before you heard someone knocking on your door. “Go away, Xaden. I don’t want to talk,” you managed to get out.

“Y/n, please let me in,” You froze when you heard Bodhi’s voice on the other side, “I’m not leaving until you open your door, so I know you’re ok.”

You cursed to yourself because you knew he would follow through, so you reluctantly opened your door, “There, you saw me. Now leave.”

Just as you were about to close your door, Bodhi managed to slip through and entered your room, “What the fuck are you doing. I didn’t give you permission to enter my room.”

“I don’t care,” Bodhi replied, “What’s wrong? And don’t try to lie to me; Xaden said you’ve been off these past three days. Did someone do something to you?”

Bodhi didn’t know why, but he started to get angry at the thought of someone doing something to you. When you shook your head no, he inhaled sharply before asking, “Did I do something to you? If I did, I’m really sorry.”

You felt your heart break at Bodhi’s words. “Bodhi- fuck” You took a deep breath before looking back at him and continued, “I’m sorry I’m not good at this, but- I have feelings towards you, and it scares the crap out of me.”

To your surprise, Bodhi backed you up against your door and kissed you passionately. You eagerly kissed him back, your hands clinging to his flight jacket as if you were afraid he would disappear. “You are the only woman who has ever had my heart.” Bodhi said when he reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, “I have been yours since we were children.”

“I know,” you confessed, “That was the other reason I was such a bitch to you and Imogen. I thought you finally moved on from me just as I came to terms with my feelings towards you. I know I’m a horrible person for only saying this now, but-”

“You’re not a horrible person,” Bodhi cut you off, “and if I’m being honest, I was also jealous. You don’t know how jealous I get watching Xaden and Garrick joke around with you so easily. Imogen immediately notices and teases me for my reactions. When you would see her whispering into my ear, it was her teasing me for my reaction to your interactions with them. I have no desire to be with her; I only want to be with you.”

You felt tears running down your cheeks at Bodhi’s words and found yourself pulling him into a kiss. This time, you took control, and Bodhi was happy to follow your lead. “Bodhi Duran, would you like to go on a date with me?”

“I thought I was supposed to be the one asking you that question?” Bodhi joked.

“You are,” you replied, “But I’m going to be the one calling the shots in this relationship.”

Bodhi let out a soft chuckle at your response, “I’m more than ok with that,” Bodhi responded before pulling you into another kiss.

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I HATE YOU/ THIS MIGHT HURT; KATSUKI BAKUGO:

katsuki bakugo has always fucking hated you. sure, it started after you were flirting with shoto todoroki, but it always started with the littlest things. but now, it’s time for you to greet him because eijiro kirishima is unavailable, leaving you to retire your last option: him. he hates you, so holding your tongue might hurt!

a synopsis of acts: nervousness, anger bursts, numbness, slight awkwardness, shouting, fear, comfort + potential more.

Standing outside of Katsuki’s unattended to dorm, your feet lightly buckle at the reserved nature of the hall. Something earnest, longing and terrifying adheres to your ruffled mental edges. You know you should do this, as Eijiro is unavailable, but you fall lightly fearful at the unpredictability of Katsuki Bakugo.

After all, he would always refrain from attempting to greet you with a casual politeness — taunting you with seething, bubbling hatred. But, here you are now, shaking in front of his door with an uncurling fear.

Naturally, you were never really afraid of anything — but the layered nature of your history completely overwhelmed you. So much was left unsaid, undone, completely unbalanced and unethical. Everything within you bellowed to leave the explosion, quirk-yielding man alone — but it couldn’t be done by you.

Something greedy, selfish and horribly unattainable’s shifting you closer to knowing upon the vacancy of his front door.

“I-I can do this,” Encouraging yourself, holding a collecting demeanour, you diminish the roughness of your alleged fear.

A man could never scare you.

“If you’re there, Eijiro, at least have the guts to come in!” Katsuki’s muffled voice enables you to release a subtle flinch, listening to the arising nature of his ample footsteps.

“Why the fuck are you always shouting?” Mumbling to yourself, you cast yourself into awaiting for his presence — unsure of what your first words are accustomed to be.

To him.

“At least have the decency to knock—” Katsuki propels himself into spewing, only for the rest of his blabbering to fall short.

“—I’m not Eijiro!” Defensively matching his energy, you glance up at Katsuki with a detected might — your limbs planted with overworked tension.

“Why are you here, then?” Calming himself slightly, you listen to the curious out in Katsuki’s tone — basking in the roughness of his intrigued gaze.

“Eijiro asked me to pick up something of mine from here, but I don’t have your number,” Knowing your dorm wasn’t too far away, you continue to spew your words as Katsuki gathers slithers of patience.

“I’m busy, right now,” Selfishly, Katsuki leans upon the frame of his dorm room, his thick brows stained with merciless irritation and mischief.

“I’ll just ask Shoto if he has a spare,” Gloom lightly adorns your facial characteristics as you inform him.

“Icy-hot? Hell nah,” Katsuki casts himself into passive-aggressively spewing, a dramatic array of bright booms falling from his angered finger tips.

“You always turn me away, so I’ll just ask him, B—”

“—Katsuki,” Softly, Katsuki corrects you — his wavering eyes burrowing into the vulnerability your glassy gaze mindlessly express.

“You want me to call you Katsuki, but you fucking hate me!” Casting out your pent up frustrations, your eyes increasingly amplify at the forbidden element of your words.

“Hate you?” Katsuki curls his brow with subtle amusement, seemingly enthralled by the occurring breaking point that adorns you.

“Yes,” Lulling the extensive mess of your forcefully painted emotions, you comfortably still, “You’ve hated me ever since I almost died using both my quirks and Shoto saved me.” With your quirk wisteria and moonlight, the environment you were settled within almost slaughtered you.

Your quirks and efficiently dangerous, but the invasiveness of the villains almost eradicated you — but Shoto saved you.

You know he wishes that it was him, hence why he bombarded you with mental abuse.

“I didn’t want to save you!” Katsuki loudly implies with falseness, his back steered away from you, gesturing for you to enter his room with his angered walk within the room.

The door’s parted just perfectly enough for you.

“Look at me and tell me that before I get my console and leave, Katsuki!” Angered with Katsuki’s reluctance, you steer your pleas towards his emotionally-charged physique.

“I fucking hate you!” Gasping at Katsuki’s proclaimed hatred, whilst his crazed eyes greet your own, you discover your throat growing barren and your surfacing tears a wavering force.

“I hate the way you’re with stupid icy-hot, flirting with him!” Katsuki’s eyes widen at his subconscious revelation, his fingers twitching with annoyance, “What does he have that I don’t?” Basking in Katsuki’s evolution, you are rendered stunned — wordless at his truth.

His truth. Truth.

“Maybe it’s because he doesn’t bully me and treats me with respect!” Curling your brows with an uncomfortable anger, you halt for breath, “I liked you, but you just bullied me for no reason!” Informing a shaken him, you steer nearer to him and slam upon his broad chest with a loathsome agenda.

“What do you want me to say?!” Ticked off by the loudness of your welcomed tone, Katsuki grasps both of your hands — bundling them together.

“That you’re fucking sorry, Bakugo!” Wailing, you breathlessly glimpse at Katsuki with yearning.

Attempting to pry outside of Katsuki’s stern grasp, your breathing hitches at the slight callousness of his fingers. Softness tints your jungle of a mind the moment Katsuki’s caramel aroma adorns your attentive nose, fondly accustoming you into lulling. Lulling with subtle confusion, your physique trembling as he glances into your eyes with structuring panic.

“Katsuki, before you piss me off!” Katsuki informs you, ignoring the desperation that tints your need for him to accept his liking towards you.

A liking he hones before jealousy consumed it erratically.

“Tell me you like me now or I’m leaving and you’ll never have the chance to speak to me!” Encouraging yourself to engage so vigorously, you speak with the means of a thousand unsolicited victims.

“I fucking like you! There!” Gently, you still yourself at Katsuki’s confession, your limbs adorned with numbness towards the beauty of Katsuki’s urge to be vulnerable.

“Can I get my console?” Teasing Katsuki, you observe him gasp at your dismissal, “I want to go to my room now, I’ll sent Eijiro next time since you shouted my ear off.” Smeared with triumphant, you cast yourself into closing nearer to Katsuki’s chest — pushing yourself into hugging him.

“Do you like me back?” Consumed by a furious tint of crimson, Katsuki’s blushing cheeks are admired by you.

He looked cute. He could have had this sooner if he let some of your kindness rub off of him.

“Hm, but if you weren’t an asshole, we could have done so much sooner,” Comfortably slotting yourself into Katsuki’s arms further, you listen to his heartbeat quicken at every vibrating word you spew.

“Could we play animal crossing together?” Katsuki cutely requests, his seething anger quelling — leading to a fluffy tiredness to replace his previous outburst.

“I don’t mind since Eijiro and Shoto aren’t in their dorms,” Feeling Katsuki tighten up at your bubbly sentence, you plaster yourself into coddling him — unwilling to cast yourself into letting go of him.

“Stop mentioning Icy-hot!” Katsuki lightly bellows, observing you gently chuckle — resulting in him comfortably soothing at your reassurance.

“It’s you I want, even if it hurt,” Spewing your drowsy statement, you mentally evolve — enamoured by Katsuki being reigned by you.

“This might hurt,” Katsuki smirks whilst his raspy voice adorns your ears, “You not getting your console back.” Charged, you furiously pinch him — listening to him gasp with powered annoyance.

“That’s what you—”

“I’ll get you,” Riled up, Katsuki speaks whilst you drift away from his chest — running towards his bed as he attempts to capture a fleeing you.

Katsuki Bakugo said it might hurt, but it didn’t feel like it.

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tulypes · 3 days

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insecurity.

summary: where you are insecure and jadon comforts you.

materlist. | open orders

warnings: slightly selfish reader & mild anguish. – english is not my official language. | inspired of "insecurity", by pixote.

The sky was already light outside when you decided to get out of bed, exhausted from tossing and turning in unpleasant insomnia. Next to him, Jadon seemed to sleep peacefully, comfortable between the white sheets, oblivious to his internal mess.

Despite feeling the fatigue consume your body, weakening you mercilessly, you simply couldn't fall asleep.

You started walking barefoot through the dark corridors of the house, heading towards the living room, in an attempt to banish the nagging thoughts that insisted on stealing your peace.

There was a petty need subconscious to project insecurities about her relationship of so many years with the English player, that lying down next to him seemed strange. The mattress had suddenly turned into jagged rocks.

The restlessness inside you made you question your relevance in Jadon's life, despite the beautiful story between the two of you, which resulted in little Zion — identical to his father in absolutely everything.

The years-long relationship had felt painfully fragile. You didn’t want to tell him what was tormenting you. No. Jadon already had so many things to worry about at that moment, the champions final was coming up!

Sitting down on the couch, you scanned the room. The house in Dortmund seemed to have tripled in size; you had the impression that the furniture was even further away from each other.

The incessant urge to cry consumed you. You had been holding back your tears for days, just like your words. You ran away from him, dodging all of your husband's advances. Dialogues were scarce, always inventing strange excuses to justify his behavior.

You turned on the television; something very colorful was playing on the screen and the characters were running through the forest, however, their attention was not on the television set. His head fell back, resting against the back of the sofa. You hadn't realized when exactly the tears started streaming down his face, but now they were free, thick and warm on his cheeks. You remained like that — silent and contained — until Jadon's image appeared in front of you, scaring you.

— What are you doing here, love? — He asked in a low tone.

— What a scare, Jadon! — you replied, trying to wipe away tears surreptitiously, avoiding looking at him. — I can't sleep, that's all.

— I noticed, you didn't stay still in bed... did something happen? Want to talk? — Sancho approached you on the sofa.

— No, it's okay, I'm just watching TV.

— Masha and the bear?

You looked away from him and back to the television. Indeed, Marsha and the Bear was passing by, and the little girl from hell continued to torment the poor bear.

Jadon ran a hand through his hair. He looked tired.

— There's something going on, i know you! You're acting strange, we never talk again.

— We're talking, Jadon.

— You were practically ignoring me before. Did i do something that hurt you? If i hurt you, if i did something you didn't like, please tell me.

His voice was choked. The words had a painful weight; the weight of truth. You felt eyes water again. The mind is deceitful, it plays tricks, and you have acted selfishly during the last few days. You had fears, insecurities, but so did Jadon and it wasn't fair to close yourself off.

— [Y/N], I don't want to lose you. Please, let's talk. I am your friend, i am your husband, i am here for everything.

— I don't know, Jad, i'm afraid... i don't know...

— Fear of what? Speak to me. — he grabbed your hands urgently, keeping your brown eyes fixed on his.

— Fear of not being enough for you. I'm afraid you'll leave me, betray me. — you replied, slightly exalted, lowering her head, trying to escape his gaze. — Wow, i see so many women trying to approach you and…

— Hey, hey... look at me, love. — he interrupted you and, gently holding your chin, continued:

— For the love of God, take that fear out of your heart. I love you so much! Please don't think that. I am faithful to our relationship, to our marriage. I'm faithful to you.

— But, Jadon, what if you get tired of me? Sometimes it happens.

— No, it won't happen! It's impossible! — he looked at you seriously with teary and wide eyes. — We have a history together, a son, a years-long relationship. We were together at all times, through the good and the bad... [Y/N], i won't cheat on you with anyone, i won't exchange you for anyone. Never! You have my word.

Jadon pulled you into a hug, stroking your hair as he placed kisses on the top of your head. You reciprocated with need, squeezing his body with all your strength. You were each other's home. Insecurities existed in any heart, but Jadon was there to expel them from his.

— Everything a man needs, [Y/N], i have at home.

#football imagine #jadon sancho x you #imagine jadon sancho #jadon sancho x reader #tulypes #jadon sancho

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clar4baby · 3 days

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Disobedient [Wanda Maximoff]

Mommy!Wanda x fem!little!reader

"Baby I'm home" Wanda shouts when she gets home, but you don't hear her, she decides to go to the kitchen to see if you and Nanny are there. When Wanda arrives in the kitchen she sees an unacceptable scene, her daughter was giving the nanny what she believes were weak slaps because she didn't grimace in pain.

"Come on, Y/n, you don't need to hit me, just eat a little carrot, it's not that bad princess" the nanny tries to convince you to eat.

"NO! YOU DON'T CALL ME PINCESS AND I DON'T LIKE IT" you shout at the nanny without realizing that your mother is right behind her. Wanda, upon hearing her daughter say this, tried not to exalt me but it was in vain.

"Y/N MAXIMOFF! WHAT ARE THESE MANNERS? I DIDN'T TEACH YOU THAT!" Wanda says angrily at her daughter, you're always so calm and never yell or make a scene like that.

"mommy?" You turn to your mother with a little fear.

"Carol (the nanny)you can go now, I'm sorry for my daughter's behavior, I'll make sure this doesn't happen again." The nanny said that everything was fine and that she would go home soon as she would still take care of the other children.

Wanda arrives in the kitchen and you look like a brat now. Your mother looks at you disappointed just today when she had bought you a gift for behaving well...

"What was that scene Y/n?" Your mother asks calmly. Is she not angry anymore?

"It wasn't a scene mommy! I don't like that orange thing (Carrot)" you say out loud.

"Look at the tone when you're talking to me, young lady, I'm your mother." Your mommy scolds you.

You look at your mother and decide to apologize. "I'm sorry mommy"

"My baby, what you did isn't right. Go to your room and wait for me there" she says but you don't move, you're afraid of the punishment. You're afraid of being without your favorite stuffed animal, your tablet, or worse... without a pacifier.

"Y/n, go to your room." She repeats with a cold voice and you run to the room.

Wanda drinks some water before having a little talk with her daughter. "I spoiled her too much that's why she's like this, but I'm going to nip it in the bud, she knows I hate that kind of behavior and she attacked the nanny, that's unacceptable! But I have to take care of everything very calmly." She thinks out loud.

She arrives at your bedroom door when you run and hug her. "Mommy, please forgive me, I'll never do that again, please." You say practically crying, your mother breaks the hug and looks into your eyes.

"You know what you did isn't right, right?" You nodded. "I don't want this kind of behavior to happen ever again Y/n, you're growing up and you know this is a really bad thing to do, okay?"

"kay' mommy, I'm sorry I'll never do that again." You say looking at the floor.

Your mother thinks a little about the punishment she is going to give you. "Now I want you to take all your pacifiers and give them to me." You feel desperate because you are losing your pacifiers, but you decide to obey, you don't want the punishment to get worse. You take all your pacifiers, there are almost 20 in total. Your mother puts away the pacifiers and you stay in your bed waiting for her.

"Come here on mommy's lap" Your mother takes you in her arms and rocks you in bed. "I love you mommy" you say feeling sleepy. "I love you sweeter" after a while you fall asleep in your mother's arms.

#mommy!wanda x little!reader #mommy x little!reader #little!reader #mommy wanda #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff x reader

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Chaos Theory Count Down!

PROMT ONE FAVE CHARACTER!

Ben Is my fave character. So naturally, I had to add more trauma to him because I have theories.

This is a character study behind the other motivations Ben may have had when he tried to stay behind on the Island. I just always felt there had to be more reasons to Ben wanting to stay behind on a literal dino island than to go home.

Warnings ⚠️ implied child abuse and implied alcoholism. I don't think Ben had a good home life.

Darius was so confused. Because this wasn’t like before. He had thought Ben just wanted to stay because of Bumpy. He knew what trauma bonding was. He had read books on trauma after his fathers death. He read them to help his mum (himself too) and now that knowledge was useful here but what Ben was doing now was beyond someone who had bonded with a dinosaur when he was vulnerable. Bumpy didn’t need him anymore. There was no guarantee Bumpy would even stay with Ben now she had been accepted into the herd yet Ben still wanted to stay.

“I am not afraid here’”

Ben had said. Darius was thinking about it as the group walked back to the boat occasionally asking Ben if he was sure.

“Ben what are you afraid of when you go home?”

Darius realised as soon as he spoke that he over stepped. Part of him felt guilty doing it there in front of everyone but it felt necessary. Their heart to heart earlier about his own trauma and guilt about loosing Ben wasn’t enough to keep Ben from staying. Ben’s trauma was the thing that needed to be talked about here.

“What?”

“I just mean… You said earlier that you wern’t afraid here. You talk about liking who you are here and that here you know how to survive. But does that mean there is something back home you think you don’t know how to survive?”

Ben hunched his shoulders forward and refused to slow his stomping pace though the leaves. Kenji rolled his eyes at Darius.

“Dude Ben was afraid of everything before. He didn’t know hoe to survive a car ride.”

Brooklyn punched Kenji in the arm and looked to Darius meaningfully.

“I think I get what Darius means. Before you were scared of lots of things but those things are things I know you are not scared of anymore. You eat bugs now and crelay don’t care for hygiene as much as you did then. It isn’t like you would still be afraid of that kind of stuff when we get back. So there has to be something else. Something back home that makes you think surviving here is easier than surviving home.”

Darius nodded along with Brokyln watching Bens stiff back as he hunched further in on himself.

“You don’t talk about home much Ben. I talk about my family all the time. All of us have at some point. Even Kenji misses his dad and his dad kind of sucks.”

Sammy says. Kenji makes an upset noise before sighing and nodding his head in agrement.

“Ben what ever it is surely it can’t be worse that getting eaten by dinosaurs.”

Yazmina says using her superior speed to catch up to Ben quickly and grab is shoulder. Ben shugs her off suddenly.

“You don’t get it.”

“Home isn’t perfect Ben but it is better than this. Yeah my parents put me under allot of pressure to be a good athlete and I don’t have allot of friends but it was home.”

Ben has stoped walking but he still won’t face the group.

“My dads sold my life to millions of other people before I was old enough to know what fame meant. I rely on strangers to feel worthy of love but at least I could go get food when ever I wanted.”

Ben shrugged.

“My family was struggling allot with money and we all pretended it was fine but we knew we would still have eachother if this wen’t side ways.”

Ben moved his arms around himself, hands visible gripping the sides of his waist.

“My dad was barely there. I spen’t more time with staff than with my family. And when he was there he was parading me around to other people and belittling me when I didn’t mesure up to their kids but… I had a roof over my head, my dad had his moments and Candy she was really starting to grow on me.”

Kenji moved forward to touch Ben but was shrugged off just as hard as Yazminas previous attempt.

“My family was healing. Losing my dad changed my family's whole dynamic and I am not sure what kind of dynamic I am coming home to, but I know my mother will be happy to see me. Won’t your mom?”

Ben sighed heavily finally turned around eyes glistening with tears.

“You don’t get it! It isn’t pressure or, financial strain, or neglect or loss I am running away from. You all go home at you get to go somewhere safe. Somewhere that you can go to sleep at night an not have to worry about predators getting you in your sleep. I don’t get that! Here when I sleep for a few hours at a time I know what to expect if something comes for me. I know how to defend myself if something comes at me. But I can’t do that back there. I know that no matter how strong the Island made me that I can’t… I won’t be able to protect myself there.”

Ben was shouting pointing back and forth form the shoreline tears springing out form his eyes as he yelled his voice cracking.

“You mean you mom?”

“Don’t you dare blame her for him.”

Ben snaps with unusual venom at Brokyln.

“You have never mentioned you dad before.”

Darius says watching Bens heaving chest unable to look at Bens teary eyes in fear he might begin crying to. Sammy already was.

“You just lost your dad I wasn’t going to talk about how much I wish I had lost mine.”

“Ben I…”

“Don’t I am still not angry at you. None of you have done anything wrong. I just… Please trust me when I say I am better off here.”

Brooklyn shook her head.

“You don’t know that. You can get help back home. You will be alone here. But back home we can help. Your mom can…”

“No she can’t if she could she would have along time ago. People are stupid when they are in love. He is good to her he makes her happy. They are probably way happier without me there. He doesn’t have a disappointment of a son to be angry at and she doesn’t have to feel guilty. When I am not home and he gets drunk he just falls asleep on the couch. It is better when I am not there.”

Kenji shoved himself in front of Ben and placed a palm on Ben's cheek gently forcing him to make eye contact.

“I am not.”

“Huh?”

“I am not better when you arn’t here. None of us are. We are all better with you with us.”

Bens eyes watered again tears rapidly falling.

“I am sorry. I just I can’t. I don’t want to go back to that. I don’t want to lay in my bed evey night unable to sleep listening out for the sound of crumpling beer cans hoping he won’t find another reason to come into my room and hurt me. I don’t want are more hospital visits I don’t want any more raised voices. I was scared of everything before. I knew to be scared of things, I know how dangerous things can be. Know that bad people really do exist because I live with one. I know you all think I am brave now but I… I am so scared.”

Ben began to sob in earnest now Kenji grabbing the back of his head and smooshing his face into his chest. Ben embraced the hug greatfully relaxing further when a crying Sammy joined in followed by Darius then the others.

“I promise Ben I won’t let any of that happen again. None of us will.”

Kenji said looking at Darius over Ben's head. Darius nodded.

“Yeah. We survived dinosaurs. We can surive this. We are a family now and family sticks together. You would be welcome in my home.”

“Or mine! My mom has too many kids as it is whats one more!”

Ben sniffles.

“My dad had killer lawyers we are going to sue the crap out of Injen. You will have so much money you can buy your way out of your family.”

“I can black mail you dad so he won’t make a fuss when you try to leave and live with one of us.”

“You can have like a whole floor in one of my penthouses”

Ben begins to shake in the groups arms and for a moment Darius worries that he is crying again. But he realizes when he hears a snort that Ben is laughing.

“You guys are crazy.”

“Hey Camp Fam for life Ben. We protect each other. From anything.”

Darius says finally able to look Ben in the eye.

“You really mean it?”

The whole group around him yells in positives. There is no way they are leaving Ben behind. And there is no way they will do it when they get home either. Darius was already making plans, and back up plans. He was sure Brokylen had done some legal videos in the past. When they get off this island they were going to have so many plans and back up plans that there was no way Ben was ever going to be without one of them again.

#camp cretaceous #ben pincus #jurassic world #chaos theory #waiting for chaos theory #jwccountdown #jwctcountdown

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