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tomholland1996simp · 1 year

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Snap || Peter Parker

Summary: It’s been a long stressful day for Peter, so when you come over he can’t help but get mad at certain things you do. Leading to him snapping at his girlfriend.

Haven’t read over so sorry if there’s mistakes.

Being spider-man could be such a stressful Job for Peter, patrolling late at night, trying to juggle with school work and saving the city all made him tired. He felt drained, not just physically but mentally too. That’s why today he wanted to relax in his and his aunts apartment, alone.

However, Peter had forgot that a couple of days ago he asked his girlfriend, y/n, to come over to hang as the apartment would be free. So instantly when he opened the door after he heard a knock, his face dropped slightly when he saw her bright smile. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see her, he just wanted to be alone and be by himself for the day. Normally when Peter is stressed or tired he snaps out at people and gets angry very easily.

“Heyy, Petey” You smiled at your boyfriend, noticing the black bags under his eyes which you would ask about later if he had been getting sleep. You know that Peter is spider-man, you found out when you two were best friends, after the day he told you, you both confessed that you were in love with each other.

“Oh, y/n? Hi” He rubbed the back of his neck, letting you walk into his apartment. Now he regrets asking you to come over, knowing he just wanted to go bed and sleep.

“Did you forget that I was coming?” You let out a little chuckle, placing the two plastic bags on the counter. Before going to Peters, you decided to buy his favourite sandwich from his favourite sandwich shop, Delmars. Then you stopped at another store to get your favourite snacks and drinks for you’re movie marathon that you had planned to do tonight.

“N-no, just didn’t realise the time” He lied, taking your bag from you’re shoulder and putting it into his room. You followed him behind asking him if he wanted his sandwich. “Maybe later, I just ate not long ago” He lied yet again, laying on his bed.

“You okay, baby?” You noticed his mood, normally your boyfriend was excited to see you, he would greet you with a big hug and a kiss. Then he would ramble on about his day or his patrols late at night.

“Y-yeah” He faked smiled as you crawled onto the bed leaning over to peck his lips, him not kissing back.

You raise your eyebrow, thinking he’s playing with you. “Peterrr give me a kiss” You whine as he ignored you looking at his phone. You then decided to straddle his legs, taking his phone from his hands and giving him a kiss. This time he did kiss back but he pulled away quickly.

“Give my phone back, please” He tiredly asked.

“No” You jokingly smile at him, but your smile dropped when you realised he wasn’t joking the whole time.

“Give my fucking phone y/n!” He snapped, snatching the phone from your hands and pushing you off him. He then turned his back from you, going back on his phone.

“m’ sorry” You mutter that feeling sinking in, deciding to go into the kitchen and help May by cleaning the apartment up a little. You hoped that after you was done that Peter would be out of his ‘mood’ or whatever was going on with him.

After an hour the dishes were finally washed and cleaned so you decided to go back into Peters room to check on him. Now he was sitting at his desk doing his homework that was due for Monday, maths. Luckily for him you were quite good at maths, that’s why he would always ask you for help.

“Want some help?” You asked, your voice coming out more quiet than usual.

He just nodded his head as he moved to the bed so you could both sit together. You then explained to him how to solve some problems, basically doing the homework for him as he laid there. You didn’t mind that though, you were happy to help him.

Your talking, however, was making Peter lose his mind, he just wanted silence but you kept rambling on about how to do his homework.

“Ahh shit, the pencil is blunt. Do you have a sharpener?” You look at the blunt pencil and then at him.

He then pointed over to his desk top draw, implying that it was in there. You nodded your head, standing up and going over to the draw looking through it to find the sharpener. “I don’t see it” Turning to look at him, seeing him roll his eyes making you gulp.

“It’s in there, look properly” He said, watching you struggle to find it, the noise making his head hurt.

“I don’t think it’s-“ You was cut off by hearing him get up from his bed, stomping over to you and moving you out of the way. He went through the draw and fount it in a old pencil case.

“It’s right here! Open your fucking eyes next time! Fuck sakes, your making my head hurt!” He snapped at you, shouting. He had never ever shouted at you, nor sworn at you before. He then grabbed the pencil sharpening it a bit too hard making it break.

“Sorry” You stand up fiddling with you’re fingers looking into his eyes but not finding any regret in them.

“Stop fucking apologising y/n, that’s all you fucking do. ‘I’m sorry’ just shut up and leave me the fuck alone!” He shouted stepping towards you making you flinch a little as he yelled. You know Peter would never lay a hand on you, but seeing him right now made you scared.

You didn’t want to cry in front of him but you couldn’t help letting a little sob escape your mouth. His angry expression fell a little, now realising what he had said and how scared you looked.

You then pulled out your phone acting as if you had received a message. “Oh, I-I got to g-go, my uhh my mum messaged saying I can’t stay tonight, got plans” You wiped your eyes with yours Peters hoodie, grabbing your bag and throwing it over your shoulder, not daring to meet his eyes.

“y/n, no please don’t go. I’m sorry, Angel.” He grabbed your arm softly, not wanting you to leave, now regretting the way he had just shouted at you. Your his girlfriend, he shouldn’t ever raise his voice at you. He loves you.

“No, just don’t, Peter” He let go of your arm, hating the way you said his name. You never call him by his name, you always use nick names or cute pet names for him.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Please” He pleaded as you ran to his front door, opening it and slamming it behind you as tears fell down your face. He didn’t run after you, no. But he couldn’t help but feel guilty, looking at the clean apartment that you had cleaned up for him and May. Opening the two plastic bags that had his favourite sandwich in and all your favourite drinks + snacks.

Tears fell down his face, he told you he would never treat you like how he just did. He wishes he could give you the world and beat up everyone who makes you cry, not to be the reason you cry.

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At school

You hadn’t answered any of Peters messages or calls. After he had snapped at you, you decided to let him be alone not wanting to be around him when he was like that. Annoyingly, Peter and you went to the same school, so you knew you would see him on Monday.

Now you’re walking to chemistry, which you shared with Peter. Your running a bit late though, due to not feeling the best today. Maybe it was because you didn’t want to face Peter again, you didn’t know.

“Miss Y/L/N, your late” You’re teacher told you as you walked in, everyone’s eyes on you, but you didn’t want to meet a certain pair. You didn’t apologies or neither answer, your voice would sound too weak as you had already locked eyes with him.

You sat down in your seat, your leg bouncing up and down, wanting the lesson to be over with. Peter sat two rows in front of you, you just kept staring at his figure. He looked better than before, earlier when you saw him his bags were gone and his hair was less messy.

“Y/N since you were late, you can clean the rest of the equipment up” Your teacher told you as she packed her things up, making you sigh.

Once everyone left, you started putting the equipment away, like the test tubes and all the other things. All you could think about is Peter.

Smash.

You hadn’t realised but you had dropped one of the test tubes, the glass shattering everywhere. “Fuck, sakes” Tears pricked you’re eyes, you were so tired and you kept thinking of the fight with Peter. Did he not love you anymore? Are you both broken up? Maybe you really are annoying and you should leave him alone.

Picking up the glass, you didn’t care if you were cutting yourself, you were just upset. “Let me help you” You heard from the door as someone came to help you, picking the rest of the glass up and grabbing your hand.

This voice made your heart skip a beat.

“Shit your bleeding, here sit on the table” Peter helped you to sit on the table, grabbing the first aid kit and cleaning the cuts. You both stayed in silence in the classroom as he wrapped your hand with the hand wraps, making sure it’s not on too tight.

“Thanks” You mutter, keeping your head down, you was about to get up but he stopped you. “I-I uhh I’m sorry, y/n/n. I was just stressed with school and saving the city. I was doing too much and I was so tired, I know it’s not an excuse at all but I love you, baby. I’m so fucking sorry that I said all them things, I didn’t mean it, I swear.” He said truthfully, tears welling in his eyes making you smile a little.

“No, I’m sorry, I was being annoying..”

“No, you wasn’t not at all. I made you cry, you’re my girlfriend and I should never treat you like that because i’m stressed. I know you would never. I’m sorry” He apologised yet again, grabbing the sides of your face.

“It’s okay, Pete. Don’t cry” You smile wiping a tear that fell from his face.

“I love you so fucking much, baby” He smiled leaning in to kiss you.

“I love you so much, Spidey” You chuckle grabbing his face and smashing your lips together.

“Y/L/N, Parker, Hands off each other in the classroom!”

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suguruplsr · 6 months

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thinking about high school gojo, where him, reader and others are attending a party. the guests doesnt know about their relationship yet, so when they see reader and geto laughing while talking they told them that they look cute and they should date. and gojo is just side eyeing them and he's suddenly like “ah, yes, you two should date” and the rest is up to youuuu

i’m her boyfriend!

✰ ✰ ✰ satoru wasn’t jealous! okay maybe he was..

જ⁀➴ this is so cute

,, satoru x fem!reader , fluff , toru is a bit jelly n’ flirty , kisses , not proofread , idk , drabble.

“is he joking?” “i don’t think so..” you and suguru scoff under your breaths at satoru’s words, who stood in front of you two with a fed up look. as the people around you and suguru converse in agreement to the idiot’s words, you pat suguru’s back in sympathy before walking towards the white haired male, pulling his wrist as you drag him away,

“what’s wrong? don’t you think you should date him? i totally think you should. y’know you both are..” satoru rambles on and on, ignoring how you roll your eyes at his sarcastic tone, walking through the confused crowd and not minding their comments. hey, if the cats out of the bag, then it’s his fault right?

once you two are are outside, you pin him against the brick wall, covering his mouth with a hand and glaring up at him with those cute eyes that warm his heart. “seriously satoru? how jealous can you be? that was very uncomfortable, plus you know me and suguru would never—“ satoru licks your palm. he licked your hand. your hand is wet with spit— “satoru.” you pull away with a disgusted look, dragging your hand along his tuxedo.

“if you wanted to touch my chest i would’ve gladly took this off baby~” he cheekily grins, wrapping his arms around your body and leaning down, his lanky body covering you as he brings a hand up your puffy cheeks. “satoru?” you click your tongue, trying to turn your head away. only for him to keep your eyes on him, fingers mindlessly playing with the plush of your cheek as he gleams down at you with those stupid tilted glasses.

“yessss sweetheart~?” “you’re jealous.” your blatant words make satoru gasp, dramatically, holding onto your shoulders with a fake wail, “nuh uh! i was just encouraging my best friends to get together!” you jeer, slapping his arm gently, “oh really? i guess i should cut off the guy im talking too. i’m so sure suguru would be a better choice.” you deadpan, crossing your arms at the sight of satoru’s pout.

he looks like a puppy. pink lips turned into a little frown as his cerulean eyes cast down, they’re so bright that you can still see them through his dark shades. he stays silent for a moment, hands moving to your arms and undoing them, holding your hands. “okay.. maybe i shouldn’t have said that. but—“ “satoru.” you cut him off before he can complain, already suspecting his complaints about how the people in the building.

“okay. but i didn’t like them pressuring you two like that, especially you. and even if they don’t know that we’re together, they had no right to do that to some random people!” satoru groans, and you can feel the annoyance radiating off him as he pulls you closer, holding your knuckles up to his lips. “i can agree on that.” you smile, watching him flutter kisses around the back of your hand.

it was so funny to you, how he cures his moods just by giving affection rather than getting it. it’s like he’s the epitome of love. always giving it out like free candy to those he cares about. so cute. “m’sorry baby. i should’ve helped you guys instead.” he sighs, placing a long kiss on your wrist, taking in the scent of your perfume as you ruffle his hair. “i forgive you toru. maybe i’ll kiss you if you admit that you were also jealous.” you grin, loving the way his face scrunches up, a huff leaving his lips.

“oh c’monnn. i’m your boyfriend. i should get kisses without payment!” satoru guides you back towards the double doors, trying hard to not accept the fact that, perhaps, he was a little bit jealous earlier. “hm, i guess poor toru doesn’t want a kiss. didn’t you say you love wearing my lipstick on your lips when i kiss you?” you tease, only for him to hold your neck firmly, leaning down and taking away your breath. your eyes slowly close in content as your lips mesh together. he draws it out long enough for your hands to itch up to his neck, to which he pulls away from with a smile.

“red might suite me more than you think. but only your red of course.” you roll your eyes at satoru’s flirty tone, wiping away the red lipstick coating his lips, despite his whining. “if you leave it on everyone’s going to notice..” you mutter, not noticing how he stares at you with eyes that squint in fondness. “let them. i want everyone to know im yours.” he boldly states, bringing a hand up to your wrist and stopping you. “toru..” your bite your lip in nervousness, only thinking of the possibilities that could arise if everyone learns about your relationship with him.

but satoru hums to himself, staring at your lips and leaning down, inspecting the red that smeared your own lips, “if you wiped it all away then shouldn’t i take a few more kisses? hehe.”

yes, he was jealous.

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fariesoiree · 5 months

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it’s completely normal to have a disagreement with your boyfriend but hobie cannot understand why you’d resort to the silent treatment.

caution! mdni 4.5k wrdz, angst to smut pipeline, brat reader, oral ( r. receiving ), fingering ( r. receiving ) pet names, gwen makes an appearance, hobie smokes weed reference, partially unedited pls do not spam like my blog if you enjoyed it, feel free to tell me in the reblogs

you’re not entirely sure how it happened. or rather, you’re just not ready to admit it, yet. you suppose it really started before you met up with hobie, having woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

everything pissed you off today. the way the outfit you planned looked terrible on you, showing up late to class, getting yelled at by customers at work. every event just piled right on top of each other and made you feel a thousand times worse.

you only made it halfway through the day before a grimace etched itself on your face and your words became short and curt.

the cherry on top was when you planned to lay in the comfort of your bed, only to find yourself whisked away to hobie’s houseboat.

he seemed so happy with his proposition for you to meet a friend of his who just happened to be in town. you couldn’t say no despite so desperately wanting to. when would there ever be a chance that his friend would be back and he’d be this happy to tell you?

and with your terrible mood, your usual demeanor was replaced with something much colder. instead of engaging in the conversation between hobie and gwen, you sit silently in the corner.

your knees are pulled into your chest and you fiddle with the seams of your socks. each sonorous laugh has your teeth grinding. you haven’t uttered much more than a few sentences, wondering when you’re going to be able to make your escape back home.

you miss hobie’s curious peeks. it’s so blaringly obvious that you’re not feeling like yourself. if your silence didn’t give it away, your lack of affection definitely did.

you didn’t squeeze him tight in a hug the moment he showed up at your door. there was no rambling of your day, no kisses and giggles that follow. all the usual bits he loves and look forward to never came and on top of that, he gets the odd feeling you’ve been avoiding his touch since you got there. it makes his stomach twist in knots.

“gwendy,” he says with his eyes darting towards you.

you’re oblivious, nails scraping against the divets and curves in the fabric of his small sofa.

“i’m off to get a drink. want somethin’?”

“i’m good. thanks, though, hobes.” gwen shakes her head with a smile. she’s also just as clueless. having this being her first time meeting you, she just assumes you’re always like this and there’s nothing wrong with being quiet, albeit the way you do it makes her feel a bit uncomfortable.

you press your lips into your knees to hide your scoff. “ ‘hobes’,” you mouth, picking at a thread. it’s such a minuscule detail, one that you’ve repeated overlooked in the past. never has it been anything but a friendly nickname but in your miffed state, it’s a sign of betrayal.

hobie doesn’t need a sixth sense to know there’s an obscure issue. he’s known you long enough to know when you’re irked and how he has to force it out of you.

for your sake and not wanting to draw attention to the situation, he strolls into the kitchen. his slides scrape against the floor. the sound is like nails on a chalkboard and has your face scrunching up.

with just you and gwen left, the silence is deafening. most of the conversation had been with hobie and nothing changed your unwillingness to talk. still, gwen felt the need to try. whether she wanted to relate to another girl or make a good impression is unknown.

“so . . . you and hobie, huh?”

you consider ignoring her but guilt blooms across your skin. even if your worst mood, a small remnant of your manners remain. not enough to make you pleasant, though. “mhm.” you hum, not bothering to look in her direction.

next to you, your phone vibrates to reveal a text. you sit up just enough to lean over it and the screen unlocks after recognizing your face. you’re not dumbfounded that it’s the topic of the conversation himself, requesting your presence.

at some point he’d say something, that you know. doesn’t exactly make you feel any better about it. “i’ll be back,” you mumble, legs unfolding until you’re standing.

you’re not looking forward to the upcoming conversations but you shuffle forward, regardless. your arms are already crossed when you stand in front of him. this is the first time you’re truly looking at him since you got here and your expression is so frigid.

“what’s up with you?” hobie leans against the counter, his arms crossed and mirroring yours. “been pissy all day.”

you know he’s seriously waiting for an answer when he’s unaffected by the eye rolls that follow. “nothing’s wrong. i’m not anything.”

“you’re really goin’ to stand there and tell me there’s nothin’ goin’ on when you’re actin’ like that? come out of it.”

you dodge his narrowing gaze by staring at the kitchen sink instead. your lips are pressed together and your thoughts move at a hundred miles an hour, searching for the perfect method to dissipate this conversation. “i’m fine. there’s nothing going on.”

“then that’s worse,” hobie eyes you down. it makes you feel small, the way his head is tilted and bordering a correctional glare. “then you’re jus’ being mean for no reason.”

“i’m not being mean. i just don’t feel like talking.” it’s not completely a lie. you don’t feel like talking, that’s true, but you’ve also purposefully been abhorrent so you’d have an excuse to leave.

he looks at you incredulously, scrambling to stand and motioning towards gwen’s direction. “you’re not being mean? so you haven’t said a word to gwen and barely two words to me because you ‘don’t feel like talking’.”

“yes. exactly.” you can already tell this isn’t going to end well. not with the way your chest burns with an angry fire. “that’s what i just said.”

hobie feels like he’s talking to a wall with the way you dismiss everything he says. “darlin’, i’m really, really trying not to cause a scene right now but you’re makin’ it harder than it needs to be.” with a hand on your shoulder, he guides you farther back into the kitchen. his patience is wavering, he can feel it. it’s becoming progressively more difficult to maintain his cool. “it doesn’t take fuckin’ einstein to know there’s somethin’ up.”

“you’re trying not to make a scene but you just cussed at me.” you grumble, dragging your feet until you’re stationed next to the glass door.

“i did not – ” he has to stop and take a breath, noticing the crescendo in his voice. “ ☆ , what is wrong with you? your mood is poor and you aren’t even speaking to gwen, which is the whole reason i wanted you to come.”

you glare off the porch, watching the water lap and crash against each other. between everything he said, all you got is he’s prioritizing another girl over you. in your spoiled brain, he should never be scolding you about this. “oh, i’m sorry if i’m making you and gwendy uncomfortable. maybe it would be best if i go.”

“do not do that.” he points at you, thumb facing the ceiling. “do not turn this into something it isn’t.” his restraint officially snapped, words dripping with venom. “everyone is being nothing but nice. you’re the only one here that has an issue. i only asked you what’s wrong because i care about you. stop acting like a – ” hobie pauses again, eyes closing in frustration. “whatever. i’m over it. do what you want.” he waves it off and turns on his heel. he would have considered that a win, had you not stopped him.

“no, say it. call me what you were going to call me.” you dart in front of him, hands on your hips. you should have stopped, let the argument vanish into nothing but you couldn’t help yourself. you had already committed yourself to it.

“just let it go.” hobie attempts to side step you, only for you to stand in front of him again. he has no interest in playing your games so he waits at a standstill. “i don’t want to hurt your feelings and i don’t want to argue. let it go, ☆ .”

“say it,” you insist. you have your head tilted up, basically pressed all up against him. you’re daring him, as if he won’t do it and you don’t expect him to. not once can you remember hobie ever calling you anything but endearing names.

he sucks his teeth and takes a step away from you. you’re unhinged, he decides. daily stress has finally gotten to you and you’ve gone off the rails. “i’m going to say this once and i mean this when i say it. you need to go the fuck home and get your shit together. honestly, love, this is unacceptable and i’m not takin’ this disrespect in my house.”

you wanted to go home. you wanted to go home a while before this but you wanted to go on your own accord. you weren’t supposed to go back and forth like this and he wasn’t supposed to kick you out. “you’re joking, right? hobie, you brought me here. how am i supposed to get home?”

it’s a well known fact that hobie prefers to take the unconventional routes. he’d rather swing than walk and walk than drive. even when it comes to you, he’s always willing to be your transportation so you aren’t driving or being driven around. so when he pulls out his phone and promptly sends you enough money to get an Uber, it truly cements how sincere he is. “go home, lovely. i’ll come by later and we can try this again.”

“ ‘bie,” you sniffle, eyes welling with tears. not only is he kicking you out but he’s also sending you home.

“go home,” he repeats. his parting gift is a pat on the head before he walks past you. you’re unsure whether or not he really saw how distraught you felt but you doubt it would make a difference.

you’re too embarrassed to show your face so you take the back way, exiting through the porch by the kitchen. you circle the boat until reaching the dock and step off, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

it’s unbelievable that your sweet, darling hobie would do this to you. granted, you deserved it and technically got what you wanted.

still, you can’t stop your tears from flowing the whole way home, even up through the lobby of your apartment and into your room. the warmth of your bed is just as you imagined, although now bittersweet.

your eyes are puffy and hurting. you fight the urge to let them close and scroll through your phone. most of the reasoning behind was to see if hobie would text you at all but your notifications remained empty. it stings more than you imagined. he’s always always texted you to make sure you’ve gotten in your room safely.

“whatever,” you toss your phone onto the other side of the bed and roll over. “i don’t need you. enjoy your date with gwendy, hoe.” you mumble into your pillow. you huff, pulling the covers up to your chin. if hobie wants to be like that then fine. he can do what he wants.

LINE BREAK

you stir awake to the sound of your bedroom door clicking shut. you’d be worried if the familiar smell of pine and weed didn’t fill the air. it’s subtle but you know him too well to be wrong.

you reach for your phone, feeling around in the bed until the cool glass meets your palm. the bright screen reads midnight and entirely too far past his normal arrival time.

“you stink,” you mumble when he gets into bed beside you. he has his own bed but he’s so accustomed to you and your warmth, hobie can’t help but make his way to wherever you are.

“don’t kill my high.” his gruff whisper fills your ear. he slips his arm between you and the mattress to pull you into his chest. “sent gwen off and came here. didn’t have time to enjoy it, yet.”

you purse your lips, flashbacks of earlier in the day coming flooding in. your nap nearly wiped all those memories away. he just said to bring it up, again. and right on cue —

“feelin’ better?” he splays his over your tummy and brushes his thumb back and forth along your skin. “we can talk about it, again.”

you don’t respond, too busy feeling crossed. it would be best to reopen the discussion now that your emotions aren’t running as high but you’re too petty to do that. hobie wronged you. he started an argument and kicked you out. he didn’t even check to see if you made it home safe.

“lovey? you okay?” he taps his fingers against you. maybe you fell asleep on him.

nothing.

hobie sits up. you can feel his weight shift as he peers over your body. your eyes are open and he can see you looking at him, you’re just not speaking. he raises a brow and pushes your shoulder over until you’re on your back with a clear view of each other. “do you hear me talkin’ to you or what?”

he’s peeved when you roll over without even acknowledging him. “absolutely fuckin’ not.” he pushes your shoulder down again and holds it there. “you givin’ me the silent treatment?”

you shrug.

you fucking shrug.

hobie considers himself a rational person. if he’s upset, he’ll talk about it. if he’s not ready to talk about it, he’ll let you know. if he notices you’re too upset to communicate efficiently, he’ll give you space. what he will not tolerate is bullshit like this. you’re ignoring him, purposefully not saying anything and he’s expected to take it?

“i’m talkin’ to you.” he squishes your cheeks is his hand until they pucker, eyes narrowed into slits. he doesn’t know what your problem is but he’s sure if you continue like this, he’ll snap the world in half.

you pull away from him, reeling your head back until it’s out of his grasp. with you’re newfound freedom, you roll over and tap your phone. it’s now half past midnight and you’re losing hours on sleep.

hobie watches, enraged, as you slide it beside your pillow and snuggle deeper into the comfort of your bed. he doesn’t move, still processing his emotions. what he wants to do is pull you into his lap and keep you up all night until you speak to him but he figures it just make you more irritable.

so he scoffs and lays back down beside you. “okay. throw your tantrum. we’ll talk in the morning.” he pulls you into his chest, regardless, fingers curling around your waist. his lips are pressed together and by your ear.

he’s hopeful that in the morning, this mood you’re in will pass. that’s the notion he holds on to while he drifts off into his slumber and the same one he wakes up to when he’s reaching for your missing body.

the sun is up and beaming through the sheer layer of curtains. you must have opened the blackout layer behind them. he can hear the shower water running to a stop. hobie rubs his eyes and pulls his arm over his head for a stretch.

it’s a bit odd, he thinks, that you’ve woken up without him. he doesn’t think you’ve rolled over and pressed soft kisses on his face until he’s waking. maybe you did and he went back to sleep.

his legs carry himself into the bathroom where you reside. he’s operating off your normal schedule, getting ready together. he’s surprised when he turns the handle, only for it to fall short. “the door is locked, sweetheart.”

hobie leans against the frame. he’s tall enough to take up the entirety of the space. his hand comes up to rub his face once before he realizes the amount of time that’s passing right now. he can hear you in there, hear the water in the sink running but you don’t open the door.

his first thought it maybe you just can’t open it right now.

he, however, comes to his second thought when you do open it and scroll right past him without one glance in his direction.

you’re still ignoring him.

“oi duck, here’s what’s going to happen.” hobie knows you’re listening when you pause, hand freezing at the lotion pump. “i’m going to go brush my teeth, yeah? and you’re going to get over this thing you’re in and when i come back, we’re going to sit down and talk about this like adults.”

what he doesn’t know is the insinuation you’re not acting like an adult sends you farther into you stubbornness. to be truthful, he’s not wrong. you’re only doing this to make a point, to stick it to him that you didn’t appreciate what he did to you

you scoff to yourself and have a seat at your vanity. “who does he think he is?” you mumble, unscrewing the lid to your toner. “telling me what i’m gonna do. i’ll talk when i want to.”

you can see him in the mirror. with the bathroom door wide open, you get a perfect view of him slowly turning his head towards you, toothbrush dangling from his mouth.

it dawns on you that he heard you when he’s hastily rinsing out his mouth. you jump to your feet so quickly, the chair nearly topples to the ground. you’re darting across the room on the way out.

you only make it halfway before a sticky web is wrapped around your waist and pulling you back to the center of the room.

“what’d you say, sweetheart?” hobie turns you around, hands planted firmly on your hips. his fingers dig into your skin as if ready to pull the answer out of you.

you persist with your silence even while your heart beats out of your chest. you avoid looking at him, instead staring at the the gleaming silver hoop pierced through his nose.

your refusal to say anything has him ticked off. you haven’t said a word to him since last night and the only time you’ve even acknowledged him is to talk shit.

hobie isn’t having that.

he doesn’t bother to ask you again. he picks you up easy, a hand wrapped around your waist. he considers himself to be patient, letting you have your fun. he didn’t say anything to you last night, he forgave you for trying to incite an argument, he was even giving you another chance and was willing to work through it.

it’s you who’s making it difficult, uncooperating like a unreasonable person. you won’t even tell him why. how is he supposed to mend the situation if he doesn’t know what the problem is?

“you’re pissin’ me off.” he drops you on the edge of the bed. his talk could be mistaken as directed towards you but in actuality, he’s ranting to himself. “so spoiled y’know? throwing a fit for no reason.”

you freeze when he hooks his fingers inside the waistband of your shorts. your instincts are screaming at you to whine and complain but your intransigency is too focused on making a point.

“i’m so gentle with you and you take me for granted. showed up mad and that’s my fault? should have just told me but that’s too much to ask.”

a sharp gasp is ripped from you when hobie rips your panties off you. the seams pop and snap under the stress of his rapid tug.

he pushes you back and down on the bed with a large hand on your chest. “to be frank, i don’t want to see you. i don’t want to hear you either unless you’re gonna tell me what the fuck is wrong with you.”

you’re tempted to protest, already preparing to draw away from him but hobie beats you to it. he pins your waist down and peels your folds apart. he licks a stripe up your cunt, spit dribbling and mixing with your juices.

you keen, back lifting off your bed. it’s sickening how his knowledge of your body is affecting you this time. usually, it would entail the best orgasm of your life but now it meant you’d be eternally suffering.

he pushes your back down with a grunt. it’s as if every little movement you did only sent hobie father off the edge.

he pushes your leg up by the underside of your thigh until your knee is pressing against your chest. hobie’s nose bumps against your clit and his tongue probs at the walls of your slit.

“fuck! that’s so – ” your scream is cut short by a gulp of air. your hand reaches down to grasp hobie’s wicks, only for him to swat you hand away.

you cum rather quickly, pussy throbbing from the stimulation. by the time you’re sitting up, hobie is staring at you with half lidded eyes. he has yet to remove his grip, lips glistening from your arousal.

neither of you speak, the air growing thicker with tension. your gaze darts between both of hobie’s peering brown eyes before you turn your head away with a huff.

the smack of hobie’s hand against your thigh rings in the air. his demands for your attention has you whining. your skin blooms with a stinging pain, only for it to be followed by another. you’re not moving fast enough for him.

only when your eyes lock does he lightly trace his fingers over your skin. hobie, however, has no plans in letting up with his lesson. he thumbs at the hood of your clit, pulling it back until the puffy bundle is nerves is revealed.

so badly does he want to coo his praise but every time he thinks about how you treated him, his heart burns just the same.

you struggle against his grasp to clamp your legs shut when he wraps his tongue around it. thanks to his hands anchoring you in place, you’re forced to endure all of it.

you twitch and tweak, hands curling around the fabric of your shirt. this is wild, you think, all to get an answer out of you. the deep, docile part of your brain is ready to do whatever he asks to get the soft touches and sweet names, again.

“ ‘bie,” you mewl, reaching out for him again.

“ready to talk?” hobie lifts his head, replacing his tongue with his thumb, performing tiny circles. he’s disappointed when he’s listening to your moans and hums instead of a explanation. how long will you continue to do this?

he drives his fingers into your cunt, a sigh fanning over you skin leaving it hot and sticky with your cum. “you’re being such a brat today. how hard is it to open your fuckin’ mouth?”

he’s relentless with it, routinely pressing his fingers against the spot that has you crying. he tunes out your warbling, sucking in a breath. “can’t believe you tried to make it about gwen knowing damn well this is your problem.”

his words go straight to your cunt. it’s unexpected, the way you tighten and gush. you’re humiliated and even more so when hobie scoffs. “no chance you’re getting off on this.”

your body tenses, coiling in on itself. your chest rises with one final heave before your cunt is spasming around his fingers. hobie doesn’t cut back, head tilted as you wail.

“why aren’t you talking to me?” he fingerfucks you past your orgasm. he’s unaffected by your squirming to get away from him, pulling you back by your waist.

“it’s too much,” you sob, hand pushing at his.

“that’s not what i asked,” hobie shoves your hand away for the second time that morning. he’s fed up. his hand pops down on your cunny, ogling at the shining cream pouring out.

“ ‘cause,” the tears spill over your waterline and cascade down your face.

“ ‘cause what?” hobie finally removes his hold on you and takes his place next to you in the bed. he pulls your putty body into his lap, a hand on your chins to direct your attention.

you sniffle, lips trembling. you’re hesitating, already knowing how he’s going to react. forming a verbal reason makes you realize how immature you’ve been.

“angel,” his voice is heavy with a warning. you can feel the heat of his fingers slot their way beneath you.

your expression immediately contorts at the feeling of your sensitive nerves being stimulated. “ ‘cause,” you scramble for words, shifting until you can no longer feel him. “i don’t know.”

his fingers find their place again, this time pushing back into you with seething annoyance. “you . . . don’t know? so you did all that ‘cause you don’t know?”

they move slowly. slow enough to draw out soft pants and keep you talking. “i –,” you hiccup, “was upset.” you find yourself chewing on your bottom lip. there is no reasonable excuse. he’s about to that find out.

“mhm,” hobie hums, still dissatisfied with your words. “and did that have anything to do with me?” he feels the answer is obvious but there’s always some gratification in hearing you say it.

your head shakes in a tiny swivel. your hands clench into fists and quiver. having being toyed with for so long, hobie could spit on your cunt and you’d cum. when he’s pressing your spot like this, you’re nearly spilling out your arousal.

“didn’t think so.” hobie pressed his lips into a firm line. he takes pity when you lean your weight against him at the feeling of his digits pump in your tight hole.

his poor girl can’t even sit up on her own. she’s having to resort to using him to hold her up. of course it’s entirely your fault but at least you admitted it.

“that’s all you head do to, love. all this is unnecessary,” hobie mumbles underneath your whimpers.

there’s a soothing hand circling your hip through your orgasm. he listens to your babbling with soft shushes and promises of relief.

all he really wanted was to get the explanation out of you. to begin the start of conversation. hobie knew he could do it. after all, you’re his sweet girl. his ray of sunshine.

when your pants turn into into soft heaves is when hobie lifts your head, held in the palm of his hand. “listen to me, ducky.” he’s firm, eyes narrowed. “never ever do that again, you hear me? you have a problem, you talk about it.”

your half lidded eyes are full of passivity and you nod. you’re resting against him, pleased when hobie’s long arms envelop you in a warm embrace. “ ‘m sorry, hobie. i really am. i didn’t mean it.”

his hands run along your spine and be pressed a kiss atop your head. “i know, dolly. i know.”

#࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙#another bad ending ughhh #but it’s done so there’s your gift c:#come get yall juice #hobie x black!reader #hobie smut #hobie brown #x black fem reader #astv hobie #x black reader #hobie x reader #x reader #hobie x y/n

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tiredcreatur3 · 1 year

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hello! i was “quite” delulu last night because of how hot toji is 🥵 (yes, i am blaming it on toji)

so, i imagine dilf toji (duh) picking reader up from a night out with the girls and reader is drunk as fuck, not black out drunk tho. anw, so they get home and reader is just rambling and babbling on and on, and then she suddenly had just felt horny, just out of nowhere. so she asked toji to fuck her but toji was like “hell, nah. you’re drunk” and she kept on insisting but toji, the gentleman that he is, still said no. And so after a whole lots of arguing and reader whining and pleading toji to fuck her, toji still didn’t cave in and just decided to do reader’s skincare routine for her and yk get her changed into her comfy clothes. toji does her skincare blah blah blah and then afterwards he tells reader to start taking off her clothes as he picks out her pajamas and shit. Toji went into the big ass closet and started looking through her clothes. Once he found some clothes, he went out to the bedroom and saw her riding the pillow on the bed. toji didn’t do anything and just stood there, watching her. After she came, he went to her and help her to change into her pajamas (literally ignoring the fact that he just saw her getting herself off) and then he lulled her to sleep. The next morning, reader asks toji about what happened last night and toji went into detail about everything that happened the night before except for the whole riding the pillow on the bed part. He thought that it’d just be a little secret/special memory that he can keep lol. The end

i don’t know if this made sense but i hope you can make the most out of it. I’m sorry for my extremely bad storytelling skills (?) and bad grammar but if you will write about this, feel free to change anything about the story. This is somewhat fluffy/suggestive but if u want to turn it into smut, feel free to do so! I also am not sure if this will be sent to you but i truly hope you see this. Thank you so much and i love your writing for toji!!!! ❤️

thank you sweetheart, sounds like so much fun! :)

he wasn’t surprised to see you being held up by your girlfriends as he drove up to the club you were meeting up at, sighing softly as he stopped the car and got out, carefully picking you up and carrying you to the car, wishing the others to get home safely, ignoring the little snickers as he walked away with you giggling in his arms.

the drive home was surprisingly quiet, you being too busy staring at your lover, glossy eyes watching him as you just wanted to nuzzle up into him and fall asleep on top of him.

“i-i missed you, t-to.. ‘m so-sorry i got drunk.” you whispered out quietly, feeling a little bad now, knowing the older didn’t mind you going out and all but he hated seeing you like this, not even being able to hold yourself up. of course he got a little mad, worried that if your girlfriends were there, what would even happen to you.

“i missed you more, little girl. just got me worried.” he let out, pressing a small kiss to your forehead as he let you hold his hand, carefully rubbing his thumb across.

getting you home was also easy but then your lil chattery mood was turned on, telling him all about how nice it was, how much fun you had and telling him all the details about your friend’s love and sex lives which he really didn’t wanna hear but he could never say no to you.

“-‘nd she said w-we should try this toy ‘cause it f-feels really good..” you let out, humming quietly as you suddenly got all silent, staring at the male as he took your heels off, the older looking up at you.

“t-to.. i really want you.” you whispered, carefully lifting your skirt up and revealing your panties and the male immediately stood up and shook his head.

“baby not now, okay? you’re not sober. c’mere.” he said shortly before taking you into his arms, ignoring the little horny babbles of yours, knowing he had a really good self control and shit like fucking his partner while they’re wasted disgusted him. it just felt dirty and wrong.

he set you down on the bed, brushed your hair and did all the things you always did before going to bed, knowing you’d be oh so sad the next day, waking up with makeup smeared all over and tangled hair.

“i’m going to go get your clothes off the rack, yeah? ‘ll be right back.” he whispered, giving you a short kiss which left you all needy, longing for your boyfriend, the booze getting you all hazy and so oh so horny.

it took him a bit longer, finding the jammies so he eventually settled on panties and his shirt, knowing that was at the end of the what you loved to wear the most.

he walked back into the bedroom, wanting to let you know that he was going to change you into sleepwear now but.

oh.

seeing you all out of it and desperate, letting out little tired sighs and whimpers as you rode your pillow, still in your clothes, the male just speechless.

he didn’t say anything, partially because he didn’t know what to say and partially because he didn’t want you to stop. knowing his good little girl needed some release but the way he was raised and the way he felt like about doing things to others while they’re unresponsive, this was all he could do. just watch, watch you rub your poor little clit against the soft material, having caught you riding that pillow a few times before, assuming it felt really good so who was he to stop you?

he just wanted to sit down next to you, help you, praise you how good of a girl you were, how well you were doing, seeming oh so tired and yet your dumb needy cunt wouldn’t let you rest.

he waited for you to finish, licking his lips and swallowing once he could tell you were close, body getting all shaky, those little sounds dying down as you soon came, curling up into a little ball, eyes half lidded as you looked up to the male once he came to the bed, still in the denial that toji wasn’t there until then.

“i-i took care of it, t-to..” you hummed out quietly, spreading your legs and showing the male that pretty little pussy of yours, all wet and bright pink, having pushed your panties to the side for better friction, the cotton material all drenched from your juices.

“my good little girl.. i’m sorry, princess.” he said softly, kissing your forehead as he gently ran his thumb across your puffy clit before carefully taking your panties off and changing you into the shirt and fresh panties.

the next day, you couldn’t remember a damn thing, waking up on top of toji, in his shirt with your makeup off and hair brushed and put into a low bun as usual.

the male explained all the things that happened but deciding not to tell you what happened after, keeping that as a little memory for him whenever he feels like jerking off and all he has to do is just remember you humping your pillow and whimpering for him oh so sweetly.

#toji x y/n #jjk toji #toji x you #toji fushiguro smut #toji smut #toji fushiguro #jujutsu toji

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anantaru · 1 year

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Alhaitham's demo made me think to the concept you did for Kuni and now I have a mighty need for gossip boyfriend Kaveh. I think he would be so extra and I am here for it.

cw. none, gn! reader, gossip boyfriend kaveh

he‘s not gossiping about the latest tea, he is the tea, the star of the show, the center of attention.

gossip boyfriend kaveh is truly next level.

sometimes he won‘t even tell you that he‘s coming over to your place before he‘s already in front of your door, nervously patting his foot against the floor because kaveh just couldn‘t wait any longer.

he‘s transparent with you all the time so he wouldn‘t want you to miss out on a single situation in his life— doesn't matter to him if it‘s deemed serious or the opposite.

yet before anything, kaveh wants you to greet him accordingly, always:

he requires exactly two kisses and a long hug from you, preferably three minutes long (maybe another kiss when he's feeling extra clingy)

and yes, in those particular moments kaveh can become especially clingy— he needs you to hold his hand or be close, wants you to squish his cheeks and inform him that, of course, it's okay, he can let it all out and speak with you on whatever had riled him up or ruined his mood.

.. after that he'll begin to ramble to you right away.

he does it as easy as breathing air, as if it's a part of him.

because, you see, "alhaitham hasn't done the dishes, again." and no, "he won't do them for him, alhaitham needs to learn how to take responsibility in his own household."

it'll go on, babble after babble— and before you know it kaveh turns into a dramatic little mess, theatrically burrowing himself further into your warm chest while you're drawing tiny circles on his back to quell his anger, unable to keep your laughs stiffled.

"you're the only one who understands."

he's sobbing and being peculiarly aloud to get his point across. On that, he’s taking your free hand in his to directly place it on top of his head— as to signalize that he'd like you to play with his hair now. (it awakenes a deep serene in him whenever you do)

"please." he‘s whining, "my day was awful!" you again, can barely take him serious whenever he‘s like that, though speaking back in a lower voice.

"try to ignore him baby, i‘m sure he does it on purpose."

kaveh right away, melts at the nickname you had chosen for him, placing a warm kiss on your chest and being eternally relieved that he had you and could show up to your place whenever he‘s having a bad day.

#kaveh x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #kaveh x you

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angyalikira · 5 months

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five dates with mike schmidt

pairing: gn!reader x mike schmidt

genre: fluff, light angst

warnings: none

part 3/5

°:. *₊ ° . ° .•

third date // a walk in the park

No calls, no texts, no conversations for a week. It got to a point where you have slowly been giving up on your silly little crush. You tried to distract yourself with your work and with meeting other friends of yours but nothing seemed to lift your mood. A part of yourself hated being affected by a guy you only recently met. At the same time your heart just didn’t listen to your head.

You have been avoiding going to the mall for the past week. Someday you will have to face him and you are tired of feeling so frustrated. You walk inside and plan on buying some groceries. Will Mike spot you at all? Will he come up to you to talk or will he ignore you? Does he even work today?

Your overthinking has been abruptly stopped by Mike’s appearance. He is standing in a corner keeping a look at the crowd. You spot him first and freeze for a second. Here you are, unable to decide what to do. Some part of you wants to run away to avoid confrontation but another part of you has been missing him so deeply and is begging you to approach him. While you try to decide your next move he locks eyes with you. Once again you watch his whole demeanor lighten up, his eyebrows lift, fixing his posture and a gasp escaping his lips. The next few seconds you wait to see what he does next.

But to your surprise he gets moving, his feet quickly leading him to your spot. Mike stops a few feet in front of you trying to figure out what to say. He has had this exact scenario play out in his head the last few days. What to tell you, how to explain himself and most importantly – how to properly apologize to you. He treated you so coldly when all you were was kind.

At first he thought what he did was for the better. Abby asked him if you were visiting again anytime soon – which he denied – and he had to watch Abby’s face drop. His appetite was gone, he was even more annoyed with everything and he had nothing to look forward to.

Maybe it was selfish but he wanted you in his life. To brighten it up, to feel your warmth and kindness. He wanted you in Abby’s life, as a female role model and friend to her. He wanted you for himself, as his girlfriend.

“I am so sorry for how I acted the last time. I got scared and… I didn’t feel like I was good for you. I thought that it would be the best decision to push you away but I have been so miserable this past week… I truly am sorry.” he rambled while keeping up eye contact the whole time.

It was all you needed to hear.

“Apology accepted. For now anyways, we can talk about this more when we are in a more private space. Would you want to accompany me to grab a coffee?”

You two spent around an hour catching up a bit, drinking coffee and enjoying your time together. It felt like nothing even happened between you two but you still reminded yourself that you had to talk about it later. Otherwise you might miscommunicate in the future again.

“Are you free tomorrow?” Mike asked with his puppy eyes.

"Yeah, why?"

“Would you like to go to the park tomorrow? There’s this spot I want to show you… Only if you would like to though!” he really didn’t want to upset you with his suggestion right after you guys made up.

“Let me think about it…” you teased him a little but after a few seconds you gave in.

“Yes I would love to go. Are you bringing Abby too?”

“No, she’s at a friends’ house tomorrow so I only need to bring her home later.” he smiled at you.

The plan was set and you both gave your goodbyes shortly after. Mike still needed to work after all and you didn’t want him to get fired on your account. As you arrived home, you twirled with joy and already thought about which outfit you would choose for the next day and if you should bring Mike anything. You weren’t sure what he would like, so you decided to make him a quick bracelet out of braided threads.

You tried to sleep that night but you were too giddy from excitement, which meant that you were a little bit more tired than usual in the morning. Mike suggested going at 10 am, not too early but still a nice late morning stroll. You dressed yourself, put the bracelet in your bag and headed out. Mike was the first to be there and he greeted you with a shy smile.

“Good morning, I hope you slept well?” he started the conversation.

“I did.” you lied. I mean you can’t really tell him how big your crush is yet, right?

As you started your stroll together he had his hands in his pockets. You kinda wished you could hold his hand already, but it was way too early for that. A person can dream though.

“I want to apologize again for the last time. I have the habit of pushing new people away that are too good for me. For a long time it’s only been me and Abby – I couldn’t trust anyone else to stay in my life. So having you suddenly come in and… and making me happy to meet someone new again scared me. I thought the best decision for both of us would be to end this before it goes any further. I just.. I just know I’m by far not a perfect human being and might hurt you accidentally. I didn’t want that for you.” he admitted. You let him speak his thoughts before you thought of an answer. Some time goes by before you start to speak again.

“You know, I was kinda crushed when I came home that day. It went so well and in the end I thought I somehow messed this all up and it was my fault that you hated me… I’m glad to hear that wasn’t the case. But Mike, I want you to know that no one is perfect and you’ve been incredibly kind and forthcoming to me so far. And I can see by the way you care for Abby that you are a good brother. You should give yourself more credit.” you smiled at him and lightly hit his shoulder. He chuckled and just smiled back.

“So where’s this spot you wanted to show me?” you curiously asked.

“Not much further.” he answered mysteriously.

The two of you walked a bit more until he took an unexpected turn. You followed him and you were greeted with the prettiest view of the city. You gasped at the sight of it.

“Oh my god… this is stunning! I can’t believe I didn’t know of this place all my life” you were still staring at the view.

Mike however was only looking at you and your reaction. A smile appeared on his face again and he started to blush. He wished he could feel this happy all the time. He didn’t reply and just scooted closer to you.

In your admiration you only realized a bit later that your shoulders are touching. But once you did, it felt like electricity going through your veins. You felt like a teenager, experiencing their first love all over again. The awkward but cute phase of not knowing if you should hold their hands or not and the small touches whenever they can.

You both spent some time sitting at the spot and talking to each other. You got to know his hobbies, likes and dislikes, his favorite songs and artists, his favorite dishes and a good look into his backstory. None of you could hold eye contact for too long, both of you feel a bit nervous and shy throughout the day. After a few hours you guys got up and started to walk back.

In your mind you could only think about how you could initiate the hand holding. You couldn’t come up with a casual plan but you didn’t even have to. A runner was crossing you two and he slightly shoved you, causing you to bump into Mike. You took this chance and grab his biceps to balance yourself. Or that’s what you tell yourself.

“Geez that scared me.” you said annoyed as you looked back at the runner. Mike however was unable to reply because he was too affected by you right now. You seeking his protection (in some sort of way) made his heart race. He’s trying to act all cool about it but he failed. You kind of noticed that it’s affecting him and kept your hand there. And that’s how you both walked back until you stood in front of your house.

“Well it seems like we’re here… I really enjoyed today Mike. Thank you for showing me that hidden spot.” you turned to him and gave him a genuine smile.

“I mean I’m not the first person to discover it and I am sure a bunch of people know it too… but I’m glad you liked today. It was nice spending time with you again… I hope this isn’t weird but could I maybe have your number? It might be easier to plan our meetups that way.” he sheepishly asked and scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh yeah sure!” so you gave him his number.

“You better call me. Goodbye Mike, till next time.” you teased him and went inside.

“I’ll for sure call you! Bye!” he gave you a big wave and his signature smile.

Mike went home that day happier than he had been in months. He even told Abby about his outing, leading her to ask when you were coming over again. That gave him an idea for the next date.

#five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's movie #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt/reader #first dates #fluff #fnaf #fnaf movie #josh hutcherson

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tainted-heartz · 1 year

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Hello! I wanna make a request!

Can you do any character you want X neighbor who's sensitive to loud sounds?

If you don't want to, feel free to ignore n.n

Thanks!

| ofc! since I'm in a mood I'll be doing wally AND frank bc I haven't seen much x readers of him and frank is just...great to me I hope these are to your liking! |

- wally is one of the best people to be around if you end up being in a loud place and need to calm down. his solution is to cover your ears with his own hands and stare at you as if to distract you from the noise.

- if he's able to he'll try to keep you away from anywhere loud unless you're wearing headphones or earmuffs to cancel out some of the loud noise.

- if you start hyperventilating and shaking because of the loud noises he always tries to gently hold your hands , take you to a quiet place and gently hush you as he reassures you that everythings going to be okay.

- he avoids making loud noises himself since he's a tad sensitive as well but he doesn't want to startle you while you're over so he'll even ask about what loud sounds trigger you or even puts on a record in the living room to distract you while he either cooks or bakes.

- frank isn't the quickest thinker when it comes to you reacting to loud noises but his solution is to quickly distract you by talking about a interest of yours. (he does this because since he gets the same way you do it distracts him so hopefully it'll distract you)

- now if it only gets worse he does about the same thing wally dose which is cover your ears and make you focus on him instead of the world around you.

- now his solution is to just not go anywhere. yeah that seems almost aggressive but sometimes he can't stand social interact so he stays inside and bakes or sits and reads. so he just invites you over to join him!

- if you do decide to stay at his place instead of going to an event he'll sit down and ramble about some facts about butterflies and even ask if you wanna make some fruit cakes with him. he always gets excited and stims whenever you agree because its just more time to spend with his amazing partner.

#welcome home arg #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home #welcome home frank #welcome home frank x reader #welcome home arg x reader #welcome home x reader #im sad i haven't really wrote for frank bc i really love his character-

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lifmera · 2 months

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Hello!! I came across your blog and its so adorable!! I love the aesthetic sm <333

I was wondering if I could possibly have a hazbin hotel matchup if you weren't too busy :)

So uhhh here's a tiny bit about me :)

my pronouns are she/her im demisexual/demiromantic

my personality type is INFP

i love drawing/writing and creating things in general. I tend to hyperfixate quite easily on things accidentally.

I play the violin quite often and I take a martial arts class :)

My favorite color is purple and black and some things i like to do in my free time is just binge watch things or read books. I tend to be quite stubborn on things and don't change my opinion easily this and I also tend to be quite hot-headed at times. I also like listening to music. My friends also say that I'm kinda intimidating from far away but once you get to know me they feel embarrassed that they ever thought i was so :D

Im kinda in between a golden retriever and a black cat in terms of personality ig :)

as for alignment its somewhere in between true neutral and chaotic good if that says anything-

I'm generally a kind person but if someone makes me mad then i kinda am a bitch in a sense but quietly, stuff like ignoring them and whatnot.

My sign is Leo and I'm 5'4 I really like animals especially dogs or cats :)

uhhh here's some more stuff im interested in :D

video games, books, args, theories, greek mythology, minecraft, and i also like just creating aesthetic things like moodboards and whatnot.

I tend to ramble on and get off track at times especially when I'm really into a topic (its the hyperfixation-). I also tend to overthink things because of this. I'm also lowkey obsessed with my grades... yeah idk why-

I'm fine with some touch and stuff but I get uncomfortable with hugs and stuff along with holding hands for too long. I like the more shoulder touching side hugging bits of physical touch more. I'd say my love language would probably be gifts and words of affirmation too :)

I hope this was enough info and sorry if its too much lol :)

AWW THANK YOU HUN!!

I think Emily would fit too- but..

I’ve decided to pair you with… ROSIE!!

SHE WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT THINGS YOU HYPERFIX ABOUT!

She def wants you to draw or write her stuff. Esp speeches for the rest of cannibal town!

She’d the think the violin is BEAUTIFUL. Begs you to play it often.

She’d love that you can defend yourself! Esp against the rest pf the cannibals if they tried to get too close..

Rosie isn’t really a fighter type. I don’t think you guys would disagree often! She’d love to listen and hear what you are thinking.

She definitely likes that you can look intimidating from far! It’ll help people stay away if they wanted to hurt you! But she also loves that you are a sweetheart. She’d LOVE to be with you!!

If you ever got mad at her, she’d be super upset, and buy you a TON of stuff to try to make up for it.

Rosie honestly would love animals too! You guys would adopt a puppy and a kitty.

She’d ask you to make her a mood board, or make her in videogames!! Definitely would ask you to make her in stuff !

She’d love someone with a golden retriever personality!! She has one too :)

Rosie tends to like older music- but i think she’d losten to whatever you liked to get closer !!

Personally i think she’s be super interested in hearing out greek mythology!

She’d support your grades no matter what! She definitely does not want you to become a burn out though.

I think rosie wouldn’t be very touchy either. I think she’d enjoy quality time and acts of service! In a giving way. She’d love to brew tea and sit and chat with you!

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hopefully that was okay!

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 2 months

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Hello there hope your doing well! I aint sure weather you write for this or not! But I was wondering if I could request some friendship headcanons with Lancelot and Percival?

Thank you!

(Feel free to delete my ask:)

Hello! I'm doing very well, I hope you are as well!

I definitely am okay with an ask like this, I love sharing my headcanons!! Also Lance and Percy's friendship def is very special to me, so thank you so much for asking about them!!

Tagging @alwaysamor in case you wanted to read thesseeee (since I know how you are about my nnt/4kota content 😌)

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-Honestly, first of all, Percy is always asking Lance questions. Like, yes, Percy is very curious and inquisitive by nature and he questions lots of people, but whenever he has some random question that doesn't need to be answered by any specific person, he always asks Lance (as long as he can find him)

-Relating to that, Percy is the kind of person who will ask the most out of pocket questions and Lance will think he's crazy at first before genuinely starting to consider it, despite not actually wanting to. Like, they'd be walking through a field and Percy'd just be like, "How many blades of grass do you think we'd need to recreate my entire body weight?" And Lance would just give him a look and ignore the question, but then five minutes later, outta nowhere he's just like, "It has to be at least a thousand, right?" And Percy is very confused until he suddenly remembers his previous question

-ALSO relating to that, Percy is entirely convinced that Lance knows everything. As far as Percy is concerned, Lance quite literally knows all. He has all the answers to every single possible factual question that anyone could ask him. No matter how many times anyone tries to tell him differently, he insists that they're wrong

-These two are unintentionally chaotic together. Like, okay, both are pretty chaotic just in general, and most often Lance is on purpose, but when the two of them are together, they don't even really realize how absolutely unhinged they're being until someone points it out to them (i.e. when they tried to find the answer to the grass question)

-Percy is one of the very few people who knows how much Lance enjoys flora and general plant life (based on my own Lance hcs) and Lance never tells him to keep it a secret necessarily, but some intuitive part of him makes him do so and Lance was surprised but grateful when Percy explained such a thing one day

-Percy isn't exactly the best at reading the room or other people, but Lance's moods are a bit easier for him. Mostly because whenever he's pestering the poor guy for one reason or another, Lance always has some kind of sarcastic comment or a "jus' shut up already, would ya?" Or a sigh or huff or snort. There's always some kind of noise or reaction, and Percy's gotten used to that. So if Lance ever just stays quiet with zero reaction to Percy's antics, he immediately knows that something's off

-Whenever Lance is restless and under-stimulated (more Lance hcs), he specifically seeks Percy out because Percy's rambles and hyperactivity help him balance put

-On the other side of that, whenever Percy notices that Lance is overstimulated, he does his best to make sure everyone else leaves him alone (except for Tristan)

-Both are always very quick to defend each other. Percy thinks Lance is one of the most awesome people ever and doesn't ever hesitate to say so. Lance may call Percy an idiot and all kinds of other names but the moment anyone tries to genuinely underestimate Percy, he'll make sure they know how wrong they are one way or another

-Major younger sibling/older sibling energy between them

-No matter how cheery and full of energy Percy is, he's, ofc, not completely immune to upset. No matter what the reason, if he ever notices Percy's mood is down for any reason, he'll take him somewhere quiet and they'll just sit for awhile. Lance typically isn't very good at comforting most people, so this is usually the best he can do - sit calmly with someone and make sure they know he's there. For Percy, those times are always helpful, Lance being a peaceful presence beside him and making him feel safe (due to that older/younger dynamic between them)

-(if you don't ship Trislance, just ignore this one) Percy doesn't pay much attention to people's romantic interests or who likes who in that way, it's not something he typically thinks about, but one day Donny makes some kind of joke or comment about how Lance and the prince are totally crushing on each other and, after it was explained to him what that means, he suddenly made it his mission to be Lance's wingman and try and help him in his romantic advances towards Tristan, which Lance both loves and hates

-(if you don't ship Persians, just ignore this one) Lance, of course, being the extremely observant person he is, notices almost right away what's going on between Percy and Nasiens, and totally starts nudging them closer together. Percy doesn't understand much about love and romance and all that, but if Lance tells him, "Hey, Nasiens would love if someone gave him this flower and it would make him super happy" then Percy is immediately on it (he volunteers as tribute) or sometimes Lance will just offhandedly mention something or make some comment about something Nasiens does or likes or wishes or wants or he'll very purposely ask Nasiens a specific question while making sure Percy can hear and then he'll just sit back and watch as Percy uses the information to do things that'll make Nasiens happy without even really realizing why he's doing it

-Food. These two 100% bond over food

-They're both always trying to compete against each other but they will team up together without hesitation in order to beat anyone else at whatever it is they're competing about

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I hope you enjoyed at least some of these!! A lot of them are also based on a lot of my headcanons for Percy and Lance just by themselves, tbh

Thank you again for the ask!! You're super awesome!! 💜💜💜

#purple_strxnger #purplestrxngerasks #4kota #4koa #4kota lancelot #4kota percival #percival #lancelot #trislance #trilance #persians #nnt #sds

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briefhandsstudenttoad · 10 months

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I would like to make a request for tony too 🥰 reader telling him that she's pregnant and he's beyond happy 😍 he's such a dad material

And maybe a time skip after the baby's born?

Hi anonymous! This sounds like a great story that I'd love to wrote. Also a quick author's note heads up, I'm going on holiday next week so I won't be ignoring any requests you can keep sending them in - I will just respond to them a little later 😊

💕 Daddy's little girls

Reader discovers she is pregnant and is nervous to meet Tony's reaction which shocks her for the better. TW. Absolutely none just pure fluff.

~ 3 minutes

Sitting on the bathroom floor, y/n anxiously waited for the 3 minutes to pass which actually felt like 3 centuries. She had decided to take the test after a week of morning sickness that surely must only mean one thing. The pregnancy test was faced away from her to somehow protect her from whatever answer lied ahead. Although being together for a rather long time, y/n and Tony had never ended up having that conversation about children. Maybe it was just assumed that their jobs made this too impossible. Y/n had always wanted to be a mother but dating Iron Man meant that there were more important things.

As her alarm buzzed, signalling the results to her future she quickly considered her own feelings. If the test was positive she would definitely be scared. No. She would be terrified. But could she also be happy? And what if Tony didn't want it? Would she raise the baby alone? And how would she feel if the test came back negative? Relieved? Disappointed?

She was drowning in her questions when she suddenly snapped back to reality at the realisation that the answers to some of her questions lay directly in front of her.

She lifted the test up to her eyes and squinted to figure out the amount of lines.

Two. Positive.

Before y/n couldn't even work out her feelings, she felt tears drop from her eyes and a big smile plastered onto her face.

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Later that day y/n heard the front door slam and acknowledged what it must mean.

Tony was home.

She had emotionally prepared herself all day for whatever reaction Tony threw at her and she had decided that no matter what happened she would try to be the best mother possible for this baby.

"Honeyyy I'm homeee" Tony sang through the house, quickly raiding the cupboards to make himself a sandwich.

"Sweetie can you just sit down with me for a minute, please?" Y/n said giving him a quick peck on the cheek and attempting the drag him by the hand away from the kitchen.

"Of course you can honey bunny" Tony smirked, at his cute little remark which y/n responded with a small nose scrunch.

Y/n placed Tony on one side of the couch and she sat opposite him cradling his hands in her own. Delighted to be back home with his love, Tony was grinning from ear to ear however his mood was slightly dampened by his confusement. In all of their years together he had never seen y/n look so worried and he was beginning to feel concerned and uncomfortable. Suddenly small droplets began to spill from y/n's eyes and Tony's smile completely vanished and his own eyes looked panicked.

Reaching forward to embrace her Tony began to ramble "Honey what's going on? What's wrong, talk to me?".

Pulling it from her pocket, y/n thrusted the pregnancy test towards him, not daring to look at Tony as she feared his reaction.

Facing away from him y/n was left with deafening silence. Tony didn't speak. There was no shouting. She couldn't even feel him. Feeling incredibly nervous at the possibility that Tony had simply left, she turned back around to investigate.

But Tony was still sitting there. Staring at the two red lines. Tears streaming down his face and glistening in his eyes.

"I'm going to be a dad?" He whispered.

Giving a small sniff y/n slowly nodded her head.

"IM GOING TO BE A DAD" Tony yelled, grabbing y/n and squeezing her tightly on the couch, pulling her onto him and smothering her with kisses.

"Wait, you're happy with this?" Y/n questioned. She thought he'd be worried about how they could possibly raise a baby with all of their enemies and both of their pathetic excuses for parental figures but Tony didn't seem to care.

"Of course I'm happy! We're having a baby!!!" Tony gleamed practically jumping through the roof.

"Yeah, we're having a baby!!!" Y/n cried with him. Maybe they would be good parents after all.

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"Sorry we're late" Tony apologised although clearly not sorry in the slightest.

He was an absolute stubborn, cocky and egotistical man however during y/n's pregnancy everyone had noticed a new side to him. He did absolutely everything he could for her and proved himself to actually be caring and devoting to the ones he loved and the avengers all realised he was becoming quite maternal in general which was the biggest shocker of all.

Now that y/n had given birth Tony had managed to keep all of these traits and on his first day back at work with his new baby girl, he let everybody have a hold (including Steve) and brought snacks...although he didn't like being away from his little princess for too long.

Y/n called it obsessive whereas everybody else called it cute. And it was cute indeed. If the baby cried at night Tony would shoot up to feed her, change her nappy or rock her back to sleep - determined to give her a loving father that he didn't get.

Besides, with Tony and Y/n as parents, Bruce, Steve, Clint and Happy as uncles and Nat, Wanda and Pepper as aunties, this baby may actually be the safest baby on earth!

Aww I actually really enjoyed writing this one it was just so fluffy and cute!!! Feel free to send more requests, thank youu :))

#tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark #tony stark fluff #tony stark fic #marvel #marvel fluff #marvel requests #marvel fic #the avengers #avengers fic

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bubbleecloud · 4 months

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Hey!! I saw that requests were open and I was wondering if I could make one!! I saw that you like Scott Pilgrim, and I would love a fic with lee Scott and ler Wallace! Maybe Wallace comes home drunk and is all touchy and playful. Take all the time you need or feel free to deny this request if you’d like. 💖

Yes yes yessssss I love this request sm! I was waiting for an excuse to write Scott Pilgrim ajsudydysi I hope you enjoy!

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Scott Pilgrim vs. Extreme ticklishness or something I was never good at naming these

Basically that scene in the movie but with a tickly spin! Aka Wallace is tired of Scott whining all the time and (literally) takes matters into his own hands

Lee!Scott, Ler! Wallace. Stollace if ya squint lmao.

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"Guess who's drunk!"

"I guess Wallace..."

Scott felt the weight of his very drunk roommate plop onto the bed next to him.

"You guessed right!", he slurred into his pillow, sinking deep into the sheets with the intent of going to sleep. Scott, on any normal occasion, would have turned over and let the room fall into peaceful silence.

But he couldn't stop thinking about that girl. The one in, or from, his dreams. And it was very rare that he ever focused on anything so intently, or for so long. So, naturally, he had to tell someone about it.

Even if that someone had to be his hammered roommate.

" So- that girl from my dream-?" "Girl.. Can I pretend we're talking about a guy?"

Scott chose to ignore that little quip. Wallace, always the funny guy with the jokes...

"I saw her at the library... And then I'm at this party..."

He rambled on, staring up at the ceiling. She was so cool, and mysterious, and her hair was all... Pink. She had to be the one, right?

"- right Wallace? I mean, if she's showing up in my dreams she has to be-"

He was cut off by a finger being roughly pushed to his lips. He looked over at Wallace, who had his eyes closed and was definitely, totally not listening to him. He whined, shoving Wallace's hand away and kicking his feet, much like a child would.

"Your not even listening to me, you suuuuuuck! Just because your all gay and drunk you think your so cool..."

He mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Wallace sighed, opening his eyes to glare at the man next to him. "I'm sorry I don't care about your wet dreams, guy."

"They aren't wet dreams! In fact, they're very dry. They're in a desert, usually.. Deserts are dry, and sandy."

He retorted, quite lamely, and Wallace snorted through his nose, his lips quirking up into something that resembled a smile. It was probably due to the alcohol. He sat up in bed, wiping his eyes. He looked down at Scott, who was now moping, much like a child would. Wallace rolled his eyes. And maybe it was the booze, or the annoying amount of affection he had for his man-loser roommate, but he found he didn't feel like dealing with mopey Scott. He was drunk and in a weirdly giggly mood, and he wanted happy Scott. Soooo....

"Yanno, guy, iiiiii don't like how you've been glooming up my house-"

"Our house!"

"-with your sad guy attitude. So, as your best friend I have to fix that!" He said, shuffling around so he could face Scott who, in turn, raised and eye brow. "What are talking about? I don't need any fixiNG-" He cut himself off with a squeak as Wallace reached out a hand and prodded a finger into his side. He threw his hands out, feeling his cheeks heat at the shit eating grin on Wallace's face.

"Wallace, noooo! Don't- hey!"

He jolted away as Wallace delivered some poorly executed scribbles to his side. He wasn't as coordinated as he usually was, but it was still affective enough to get Scott squirming.

"Aww, cmon Scotty~ lighten up a little"

He teased, managing to land a better aimed attack, scribbling and squeezing the middle of Scotts stomach. He flailed his arms with a squeal, grabbing at Wallace's wrists. He was properly giggling now, squirming around and upsetting the bed sheets.

"You dihihihick! S- heheheh- stop! Wallace!!"

These reactions only fueled the tickly fire that was raging through Wallace's brain. He poked up and down the younger boys sides, wanting more out of him.

"What wrong, guy? It tickles? Awww, I could cry a river" he coo'd down at the mess of giggles in his hands, curling his fingers around his lower ribs. This combined with the teasing made Scott lose his head, just a bit. He threw his head back, consumed in bright, boyish laughter.

"No! Nohohohoho! You know it dohohohoes! Ahehehehehhe! "

He struggled between hiding his now rosy red cheeks and pushing Wallace's hands away. This left him in this odd back and forth movement that Wallace was finding difficult not to laugh at. In his alcohol soaked mindset, he couldn't help but chuckle along with him. He pinched and prodded at his upper ribs, delighting in the squeals it pulled from his roommate.

"Hmm, I guess your right. I do know everything, don't I?"

Scott groaned through his giggles, absolutely hating how totally stupid and mean Wallace was being right now! Wallace, meanwhile, hummed in thought, trying to think of a good way to wrap this up with a bang. Scott threw his head back against the pillows again, and ding! Lightbulb moment! Suddenly he pulled his hands away, crossing them over his chest. Scott wrapped his hands around his midriff almost instantly, panting and giggling still. Wallace allowed him to sit there for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall, heavily. Scott was mumbling random extremities under his breath, but Wallace didn't pay any mind to that.

He focused, instead, on the way the tilt of Scotts head exposed a good majority of his neck and collar bones.

"Scott?" He spoke up after he was sure the other had fallen into some sort of false security. Scott grumbled and opened his mouth to answer, but what came out instead was a shriek and Wallace suddenly leaned down and blew a raspberry right in between his neck and shoulder. It was like he was being electrocuted.

"AAAAahahahaheheh! StopstopWallacePLEHEHEHEASE!"

Another inhale. Another raspberry.

"NohoHOHOH! WALLACE! Your killing mehehehehe!"

Wallace leaned up and inhaled again, acting like he was gonna go three for three just to fuck with him and make him squeal, but he just ended up blowing the air in his face playfully instead, and Scott wrinkled his nose in protest.

"Hey! You are- you are such a- mean.. person!"

He stuttered out, his voice still breathy and weak from laughing so much. He reached up to rub the tingles from his shoulder, trying to force his mouth into a frown.

Irritatingly enough, he couldn't.

Wallace laughed and flipped down on Scotts chest, spreading his arms out starfish style. "Real smooth, guy" he chuckled. Scott whined. "Whatever! What was all that for, anyway." He asked, looking down at the head of black curls on his chest. Wallace shrugged.

"We're friends, guy. I care."

He said, simply, and it was so off par for a Wallace response that Scott didn't say anything for a bit. That was probably just the wine talking.. Yeah. It made him smile a little wider, though.

"Hey, so, are you gonna turn the light off, or-?"

The only response he got was a snore. Seriously, how did he do that? He was just up and energetic like, 2 while seconds ago!

"Ok- I'll just close my eyes then. It'll be.. Dark"

And he did, but not before he rested his arm on the small of Wallace's back. Just to get comfortable, of course. Duh. Obviously. Just two guys, chilling together.

Oddly enough, he didn't dream of pink hair and deserts that night.

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This was actually so fun to write! Sorry if it's a little sucky, I haven't written in a while! Enjoy lovelies! 💗✨

#silly rambles #tickles!#dreamywrites #tickle fic #scott pilgrim tickles #scott pilgrim #wallace wells #Stollace #sort of

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