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spidybaby · 9 months

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Wenassss.... Can I request something? Maybe just having a nice evening with his parents and brother while Pedri is being soft with you in front of them and they just love you and your guys relationship? Pleaseeee

It's okay if you don't want to do it, I'm just in need of fluffly Pedri, I'm having some mean cramps and I cant think of anything else but this🥴 also take your time, ten un buen dia/tarde/noche.

Baecation

Summary: Your boyfriend family loves the way your relationship is, always taking care of each other.

Warnings: none ❤️

A/N: Ay mami, I was supposed to post this a few days (weeks) ago, but I hope you're good and don't have cramps anymore. Btw sorry, I was MIA but now I'm not 💋 also special thanks yo my girl @gaviandgrizisgirl luv u 💛

"If you can be an animal for a day, what animal would you be?" You ask Pedro, you're drinking a piña colada while Pedro is drinking a strawberry drink. "I would be a shrimp."

"A shrimp?" Pedro laughs, he thought you would answer with a dolphin, an elephant, or even with a butterfly. Not a shrimp.

You nod, laughing at his confused expression.

You both are in Tenerife enjoying vacation. Well, you're enjoying vacation, Pedri is recovering and training for the pre season and the US Tour.

"Yes, my friend," you say, sticking your tongue out. He kisses your temple, thinking that maybe that piña colada is hitting. "So, you would be what?"

"I, my friend," he says, making fun of the way you call him friend. "Would be a."

"A donkey." Fer scream from the pool. Adrian and Paula laughed, and Pedri gave him the finger. "It was funny, admit it."

"You'll be the most cute donkey." You grab his hand, kissing it multiple times. "Fer would be a cookroach. Those are ugly just like him."

They all erupt in laughs. That piña colada was definitely hitting. "Oh, preciosa, you're the best." He pulls you to him, hugging you and kissing your temple.

"That was mean." Fer says. He loves making Pedro mad, even tho he wasn't the easiest to make mad. Pedro has this soft spot for him.

"It kind of was." Adrian joins the conversation, "but you were a bitch, Fercito." He hit Fer in the head and goes back to Paula, his girlfriend.

"I was mean," you admit. "I'm sorry, Fer. I think you would be a killer whale." You say. He thinks about it for a while and smiles happy about it.

"And you, golden boy." You bop his nose with every word. "You would be a panther." You joke knowing that since he saw Black Panther II, he mentioned he wanted a panther.

He shakes his head, laughing at how you can remember everything. "Would you be a panther with me, or would you be the shrimp on my plate?" He asks, lips on your neck.

"Noup, still a shrimp." You say, making him laugh even harder.

Fer looks at you, smiling. He's happy for his brother because he found somebody who loves him and cares for him. He knows your relationship is a healthy one.

"Pedro, those drinks are allowed for you?" Fer asks, since he's the chef for his brother, he knows the diet and restrictions Pedro has.

"I'm going to get one more drink, and I'm done." Pedro says, even tho he wasn't drinking alcohol like the rest, he was drinking more sugar than what he was supposed to.

"Let me go get you that." You say, stopping him from getting up. He kisses your cheek, thanking you for doing that.

You walk inside the house, finding Rosy and Fernando talking and helping each other with the making of dinner for everyone.

"Hi, do you guys need any help over here?" You place the empty cup, grabbing the strawberry mix and pouring more for your boyfriend.

"No, mija, you can go back. We're fine here." Fernando says, cutting some vegetables.

"Are you sure?" You ask again. "Let me take this to Pedro and I'll be back to help you."

Even they tell you that it's okay, you know they need some help. You grab the cup back and walk outside.

"Gracias, preciosa." He says, grabbing the cup. "Come sit, I want to show you something."

You shake your head no. "I'm going to help your parents in the kitchen, show me later?" Your hand in his hair, caressing his brown locks.

He nods, and you go back inside. Rosy and Fernando are talking about a new thing for the tasca. "I'm back, let me help you with the dip."

You chat with them for a while, they ask you about your classes and about your family. "Tell your mother I want that cake recipe."

When you met the González López you brought a cookie dough cheesecake. Rosy fell in love with it, well they all did.

"I can make it. We can get the things tomorrow and prepare it." You suggest, cooking with him was one of your favorite things. She taught you so much, and you were happy to bond with her with that. "Pedro might hate us for preparing it while he's on a diet."

In that moment, Pedro joined the three of you. "And what exactly are you making?" He asks, curious.

"No seas chismoso." Fernando laughs, patting his son back. "Venga, entra ya que iré a llamar a los demás." (Don't be noisy, get inside, I'm calling the rest.)

He walks over you, you're finishing a dressing for his salad, he grabs your waist, positioning himself behind you, kissing your shoulder. "What is that?"

You explain all the dishes you helped Rosy prepare, and explain to him about the salad and dressing you saw on tik tok. It was good because it didn't break any of his diet rules.

Rosy paid attention to the too of you, loving how you cared so much about him to the point of remembering what can and can't he eat.

"And this chicken is made specially for you, it's less greassy for your salad." You finish explaining. Pedro, thank you and help setting the table.

Fer, Adrian and Paula walk inside, laughing at some joke Fernando told them. They went to change since they couldn't sit with wet clothes at the table.

In the end, Adrian and Paula ended up leaving. They were invited to dinner by Paula's family.

"I can't believe it." Fer says, acting hurt. "You're trying to take away my position as mom's helper."

You all laugh at how he says it. "Well, she's a really good helper and doesn't change the recipe." Rosy defends you.

"Plus," Fernando adds. "She's doesn't complain about chopping the vegetables."

"Es que ella es simplemente especial." Pedro, kiss your cheek. Making you blush. "Nadie como ella." (She's just simply special. Nobody like her.)

To you, it was still new the whole affection in front of his family, but to him, it wasn't. His parents were like that. Even his brother and his girlfriend were like that. You weren't as used to due to your family not being this affectionate with one another.

To them, you shouldn't be ashamed. They know how much Pedro loves you, always saying how special you're and how he's so in love.

Rosy and Fernando love the way you're with him, and obviously are proud that they raised a gentleman.

"I have to take care of you." You say as you pinch his cheek. "Now eat you salad."

"It's so unfair you guys have amazing meals, and I have pure salad and chicken." He says, even tho he's very disciplined with this diet and exercise, he's getting tired of seeing you all enjoying these amazing meals.

He told you that before, how sometimes he just wants to get a burger and some French fries, but he's focused on his goals to give up like that.

"Here, let's share some salad so you won't eat alone." You push the food Rosy prepared and grab a new plate to serve yourself salad and chicken just like him. "You see? Yummy."

The look Fernando and Rosy share is a surprise one, because not even them as his parents thought about doing that, not in a bad way, they always supported him in every way, but food is food.

"You must love this idiot a lot because I know you didn't just reject this whole delicious meal for that salad." Fer jokes. Making you laugh.

"We're a team, right preciosa?" Pedro ask you. Elevating his hand for you to high-five him.

"We are." You high-five him. Making his parents stare at you like aw. "Your mom and I are making a cookie dough cheesecake." You say to him.

The expression he has is a funny one. He can remember the taste and hate that he will not be able to eat it. "So unfair."

"I want to know." Fernando asks, looking at Fer and then at Pedro. "Which one of you is going to do the dishes?"

"Not me, I did them last night." Pedro says, lifting his hands. "It's his turn."

"I hate you. At the end you'll help me." Fer says, throwing a piece of bread at him. After that, the talk turned out about what's next for Pedro, the tour, the season.

You were about to help Fer with the table, but Rosy stopped you, telling you that you already helped enough in the kitchen.

She dismissed you, telling her son to take you away from the kitchen. "Vamos, tengo que mostrarte algo." He says, walking you both back to his room. (C'mon, I got to show you something)

You sit criss-cross on his bed. He did the same and pulled out his phone, "Look." He hands you some texts between Xavi and him about how you can go with him to the US Tour.

"No way." You say hugging him. "Pedro, no way."

The smile he has while looking at you all excited for going to the tour with his is one that can light up the whole sky.

"Es que eres increíble, gracias." You hug him again, laying on his lap and kissing his whole face. (You're so amazing, thank you)

"Everything for you." He says, kissing you back.

He knows you're not that used to public affection. Specifically around family, he remembers that one time you push him away because your little cousin walked into the kitchen.

The kissing session became more heated than expected. He was now on top of you, an unbuttoned shirt, and the straps from your blouse being down your shoulders are just the beginning.

His hands travel around your body, grabbing everywhere he can. "Eres hermosa." He humms before attacking your neck with his lips.

You try your best to silence the moans, not wanting his family to find out what you're doing. But the way he was touching and kissing you made it almost impossible.

Your nails scratch lightly on his shoulders, his shirt is on the floor now. It's now your turn to tease him. Kissing that soft spot that makes him crazy. "You have to be quiet, mi amor." You say.

His lips on you to silence the two of you. While your hands go to unbutton his shorts, his hands are pulling your shirt out of your head.

But three knocks on the door make the two of you jump scared. "Si?" Pedro is the one who talks.

"Mom and I want to show you guys something." His father says, "meet us downstairs."

Your heart is beating so fast that you feel like passing out. "We're so not doing this again." You say, walking to the bathroom to fix your clothes. "You need to fix yourself, Pedro." He buff, angry at the interruption.

Once you both calm down, you make your way to the living room where his parents are. "Did you call us?"

"Vengan, tengo unas fotos para mostrar." Rosy says, making room for you on the couch. "This is an old pic from our vacation." (Come here, I have some pictures to show)

You look at the pictures, finding them adorable. Both Pedro and Fer were so little and so adorable. "Back to the time when you used to listen to your parents." You joke looking at Fer.

Fernando laughs and gives you the reason. "Es que ere joyita, hijo. Hasta ella lo sabe." (You're something else, son. Even she knows it)

You love it when they share their memories with you. It makes the moments you spend with them so special.

"When we get time, we have to go print the pictures we took these days." Fernando says to Pedro. "We have to add them to the album."

"You'll have your first appearance in the album." Rosy tells you. "Don't repeat this, but Celine cried when she got into the album."

She whispers this so Fer couldn't hear it. Celine was Fer's girlfriend. She was so special and so lovely with all of them, even with you.

You're thankful for all the love they give you, always making you feel like one of them. "I'm so excited for my first picture on this album."

"Nothing to thank us, niña. We are the ones who had to thank you. For being always so special with our boy." Fernando says as he messed Pedro's hair.

"That's true. Thank you for loving our son so much." Rosy hugs you. "We know he can be a whole lot sometimes."

"Hey, don't give me a bad reputation." Pedro laughs. You grab his hand. Happy that you find your way with someone like him.

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prismuffin · 1 year

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Okay Ik he isn’t in your list but you did mention that characters who aren’t on your list can also be requested so can I request a one shot of Kid Flash x Male!Reader who has wings and is also a vigilante? Maybe with him wanting to see what it’s like to fly and the reader showing him? If not that’s fine no worries! Also how’ve you been? Ik it’s been a day since I last requested but I just wanted to make sure you’ve been well

A/n: Thats true i did say that so here you go! I’m doing better btw thanks for asking! I love getting your requests cause they give me smth to do so thanks for these😽🙏 The reader has bird like wings instead of bat like wings so they’re extra fluffy!

Joy Ride!

Kid Flash (Wally West) x Male!Reader

( summary: when you notice Wally staring at your wings one night you decide to take him on a joy ride )

Warnings?: Wally being an idiot, heights?🤯🫵,

!-!More under the cut!-!

You ruffled your wings and allowed any excess feathers to fall from your back. You had just finished plucking them and feathers were scattered all across the locker room. “Wally please stop messing with my feathers.” Oh yeah, and this idiot is in here too. “Why? It’s not like your using 'em anymore.” You gave him a look and he dropped some of the feathers he was messing with. “Aww come on! You never let me touch your wings, besides that one time, and they’re super soft!” He practically whined before sitting next to you on the bench. You chuckled and shook your head at his childish behavior before sighing. “How about this,” you turned to look at him, “I clean up all your feathers for you, so you don’t have to and in return, you take me on a joy ride through the night.” His eyebrow was raised and his signature smirk was on his face. “That’s..” he leaned closer as you began to speak. You glanced down at the large-ish pile of feathers that gathered near your feet before looking back to him. “A really dumb idea.” His head dropped to his lap and you laughed. “Fine then, clean up your own feathers.” He crossed his arms over his chest and dramatically looked away from you, getting up. You watched as he stormed out the locker room muttering about how he wanted to fly. A small smile graced your lips and you shook your head.

A week later you sat bored in the common room, surfing TV channels as everyone sorta did their own thing. Dick sat on the floor leaning against the couch, he was working on some type of homing device. Aqualad sat on the couch, he was the one with the remote, obviously bored as he clicked through each channel until something caught his eye. Conner laid asleep on the love seat and Wally sat near the end of the couch, but instead of mindlessly staring at the screen he was staring at you. Your wings to be specific. You noticed, and sighed, he's always had a fascination with your wings. You thought about the conversation you had a week ago and smirked. You're so bored right now you might as well do something that could be fun.

You turned to look at Wally who looked back towards the screen when you turned. You chuckled and flipped off the back of the couch. Going over to him, you whispered. "Wally." He hummed and looked at you with a questioning look in his eyes and a nervous smile on his lips. "Were you staring at my wings?" he awkwardly chuckled and scratched the side of his head. "Me? Pfft, no way." You stared at him for a second, thinking over what you were about to agree to and sighed. "Hey remember a week ago when you asked me to take you on a joy ride?" He immediately perked up upon hearing those words leave your mouth. He hoped this would lead to you doing exactly that, taking him out flying and he was right, it did.

-on the roof-

"Alright so do I sit on your back or what?" You look towards Wally, who was smiling from ear to ear with his arms crossed over his chest. "..I'm gonna act like you didn't just say that." He laughed as you stretched. "No but seriously, how is this gonna work exactly?" You held off telling him and stretched out your wings to their full length. You look towards Wally who's jaw was practically on the floor. "Impressed?" You smirk and Wally chuckles, "quite."

You flapped your wings a couple of times before lifting yourself off the ground. "Face west and hold your arms up." He was a little confused but obeyed nonetheless. You flew around in the air for a bit to make sure everything was good before swooping back down and grabbing both of Wally's arms, pulling him up with you in the air. He slipped downwards initially and let out a shriek that made you laugh. You readjusted your grip in the air since Wally was gripping your arm so hard.

After the initial shock wore off Wally was smiling and laughing as you cut through the night air. He looked down at the ocean below him before looking up at you with a large smile. "Thank god for your strong arms, cause' this is awesome!!" He cheered and laughed, swinging his legs back and forth in the air. You laughed and cheered as well, flying a bit higher. "Wanna try something?!" You yelled over Wally's cheers and he looked at you, nodding his head. "You gotta trust me alright?" He looked confused before you swung your arms up, throwing him in the air. His eyes widened as he felt himself fall, watching you as you do a flip above him before swooping down quickly and catching him bridal style. He held onto you for dear life for a moment before laughing out of shock. "Holy crap." he muttered. "You alright there?" You slowly stopped, your flying turning into a hover. "Do that again!" You jumped, slightly surprised, though it quickly wore off. You hummed, "Again then?" "Yeah! Let's go even higher!" You smirked and started flying again with a cheering Wally in your arms.

EXTRA:

"What are those two idiots doing?" Aqualad asked as he stood on the roof with Dick, who was watching the both of you through binoculars. Aqualad squinted, "Is Y/n playing catch with Kid..?" Dick nodded as his eyes followed the two of you. "Oh- there he goes." They watched as Wally got thrown up into the air before watching you go to catch him again, only to see you miss him completely. Watching Wally plop into the ocean the two heroes sighed as they saw you dive in after him.

"..."

"I'll go get the towels.."

"yup."

winged!male!Reader storyline continuation asks: part 2 and part 3

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vrmxlho · 1 year

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So can you make a fluff headcanon about blue lock with bachira and/or isagi. Your choice Feel free to ignore this have a nice day/night and take care of yourself

i'm gonna be honest w y'all i have no idea if i'm good at fluff cuz my bf and i are not fluffy at all (i don't think???) so if this is shit don't be afraid to tell me lmao T-T +++ btw thank you sm for requesting <33 SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO MAKE THIS I WAS SCARED TO WRITE IT LMAO ++ i couldn't stop writing once i started so this is hella long

MEGURU BACHIRA 蜂楽廻

bachira's love language is 100% physical touch like you cannot tell me he doesn't love just holding you or kissing you or holding your hand

he could be in a really shit mood but as soon as he sees you and is able to feel your presence next to him, he's forgotten about whatever was pestering him before

if you like flowers he'll get you flowers every. fucking. time.

and if you don't like them or are allergic, that's what lego flowers are for!

i can just imagine him buying those lego flowers and staying up till like 4 making them for you because he just wants you to be happy

i also feel like he's scared of abandonment :((( and that just means he's always with you, always pestering you, always talking to you

he just needs reassurance that you'll stay with him

ok when i said his love language is 100% physical touch i lied, it's both physical touch and quality time

gosh he will come up with the most weird and complicated reasons as to why he has to see you right now

he mostly does it cuz he loves being around you but also because of how annoyed and petty you get, he finds it so so funny 😒

"i broke my foot, i can't play football anymore" "WHAT? ARE YOU OKAY? I'M COMING OVER, I KNOW FOOTBALL MEANS THE WORLD TO YOU </3333" turns out he had not in fact broken his foot, he just wanted to see you. god, this boy is so oblivious he just needed to text you something simple like "come over" and you would've been on your way, there was absolutely no reason to lie about it LMAOO

omg ok hear me out

bachira does not have an ideal date as long as its with you

when asked the question "how would you like to spend a whole day with your s/o?" he just thought 'wtf' like???? i love them sm, i could be picking up garbage and still enjoy it if i'm with my s/o

all his friends called him a simp, but he was proud abt it, after all who wouldn't simp for you

he's also really spontaneous, yk with his 'ego' and everything

y'all could just be hanging out and then suddenly out of nowhere you're at a theme park, or at the beach, or a kiddie park

once during the summer, when it was too hot to do anything except complain and eat ice-lollies, he pulled you all the way to a theme park just to have a change of scenery

"please bachira, it's like 30º, we're gonna die" "will you shut up about the heat? you're like a little baby, i promise it'll be fun" and oh was he right. it was getting warmer and warmer but not even a heat wave couldn't ruin the fun. you had gone on all of the rides at least twice but nothing could beat the relaxing water log one. the two of you kept cutting the line as soon as you were done, jumping over the metal barriers and running from the security guard who was sure he'd just seen you (am i going crazy he thought). after about the fifth time he was just so done with the two of you he gave up. you'd be drifting on the log, splashing each other with the kinda gross water. neither of you could stop laughing (nobody knows why), everyone around you thought you were maniacs, but neither of you cared.

although he's always happy when receiving presents, he prefers giving you presents

and by presents i don't mean rlly expensive things but more like little things that remind him of you

he saw a paperclip that was shaped like a heart? present material

your favourite soda? present

you really liked that one song??? well he knows about three more like that, he's making you a playlist as we speak

is it any good? um excellent question! not too sure about his music taste...

just like him it's all over the place

your music tastes do not go well together but that's not gonna stop either one of you from trying to brainwash the other into liking your favourite songs

"this is ass, i can feel my brain melting" "y/n, this song saved my life" "and it's pushing me off the edge, please get a grip" he gets really pouty and pretends he hates you, but that lasts about five minutes because deep down he knows you're right 😭

omg and his kisses

he's never awkward of hesitant about it, he just goes straight for it

your very first kiss was a bit random, the two of you were just talking before he leaned in and quickly pecked your lips, you were a blushing mess, and he liked seeing you like this so he did it again, and again, everywhere this time, your eyes, you forehead, both cheeks, the sides of your lips that were super ticklish

and he does this every time

one kiss isn't enough he needs at least 8!

he does not care about PDA, in fact the more ppl who know you're his, the better

if y'all were any trope it would definitely be childhood sweethearts, yk when you marry your best friend in like primary school? yeah, he probably proposed to you

"to y/n i give my most prized possession, my football" "bachira, i'm tired, i don't feel like playing today" "nonono this is just a gift for the bride" oh silly child, he's not asking you to play with him. he's in love with you <33333

his mother (yu bachira) is literally molly weasley incarnate

like she's out here locking you in their house, there's no way she's letting you go back home?? no, you're her guest!

has a list of foods you like and don't like just so whenever you're home she can cook for you and everything 🥲

she's currently teaching bachira how to cook your favourite meals, she'd never want you to raise a single finger, ever

YOICHI ISAGI 潔世一

the world's purest, but also the world's most talkative person ever

homeboy has an average of 10000 words spoken per day (fyi that's a lot)

he just wants to tell you about everything <333

if anything, even the smallest thing, happens when you're not there with him he's 100% filling you in later

hosts a daily ted talk where he just tells you about all the other guys and how they suck 🙄 and how he's getting better at football and like he's pulling up stats you've never heard of???

"and i checked his stats and the only thing he's better at is aerial duels, but it's only by 0.2, so honestly who cares right?? i mean its negligible" "like the charge of a neutron" "wtf is a neutron?" no babe, wtf does 0.2 aerial duel mean??? since when can you fly??? (it's when players fight for the ball while jumping btw)

but don't get me wrong that does not mean he doesn't listen cuz he's such a good listener omg, the best one honestly

why's he good at everything dammit

he loves hearing about your day

he'll ask you about it without fail every single day and he genuinely listens it not like he's doing it out of common curtesy he just loves hearing from you

to him, you could make the most uneventful day sound interesting

he'll be looking at you in awe like a little child being told about magic or smth like that (this was not a great analogy help)

and that makes him supper attentive too

he can instantly tell when something's even slightly off and somehow he knows exactly how to make you feel better

omg he's the type of boyfriend who has a polaroid of you in his phone case and he just stares at it from time to time

OMG I CAN IMAGINE HIM TRYING THOSE FUCKING TIKTOK FILTERS WHICH ARE LIKE "THE INITIAL IT LANDS ON IS YOUR SOULMATE"

and he takes them soooo fucking seriously, unless it's not your initial, no, then that's bullshit 😰🫡

he's 100% husband material, marry him rn like actually

unlike bachira he already knows how to cook and he's gonna get physical if he ever sees you doing anything, he's more like bachira's mother in that way

his ideal date is walking around and going on cute ass picnic dates

ESPECIALLY IN AUTUMN WHEN THE CHERRY BLOSSOM FLOWER PETALS ARE LIKE GENTLY FALLING AND FLYING IN THE WIND OMG

he loves when y'all go on dates when it's a bit chilly

"why didn't you wear a jacket?" "it would ruin my outfit" :(((( "ugh, just wear mine then, i don't want you getting a cold" it really wasn't cold that day. you just wanted to wear his coat. little did you know that isagi too was praying that he'd be able to pull of that move, he'd been thinking about it ever since he saw those stupid rom-coms where the guy gives his crush his coat and then they fall in love or smth. my silly children 😪

his love language is quality time, he hates being ignored and he wants to be with the people he loves at all times possible

lucky for him everyone loves him, he's such a sweetheart

his favourite pastime (apart from football ofc) is lying in your lap while you read him a book, gossip or just sit in the silence

he loves looking at you from below especially after that one time he saw the sun shining from behind your head and he swore you looked like an angel (you really did, i was there)

omg listen to this

y'all have a bit of a rivalry when it comes to bowling

you're both so god awful at it but you're both also convinced you're better than the other

"you're supposed to be aiming at the pins, not the hole..." "okay in my defence, when shooting you usually aim for the place with no defenders, so you can score!!" "don't pretend this is about football, you just suck 😒"

he loves kissing you, its the best thing ever

your first kiss was a bit awkward but it had its charm

you both had already been together for a while now but neither of you knew how to initiate the kiss

until you both were laughing at the dumbest joke he'd ever made in his whole life (he still cringes at the memory of it)

you just looked so fucking beautiful, with small tears in your eyes from laughing too much, a smile wide and that cute laugh

he couldn't help it so he just pushed himself onto you

and keep in mind there was some distance between the two of you so when he kissed you the two of you fell

but i mean, at least it was memorable???

gosh you both are the definition of first and last love <3333

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pomegranate-pen · 1 year

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hi there :D!

Ok so... this is my first time requesting in Tumblr and i Saw The announcememt You gave so My mind told me 'why not?' and thougt about a request

(it's about lackadaisy btw)

So this one is about general dating hc's(or oneshot, watever You feel comfortable doing) with Rocky and freckles

The Reader can be female (if You want ofc)

Thanks you for reading My simple request (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

(sorry if there was something wrong)

A/N: heya!!! so here's the Freckle headcanons I mentioned in the last post!!! I decided to also make this with gn!reader, so I hope you don't mind that anon!!! there are also a few people who've requested a cute date with Freckle, so I'll try to do that someday as well! anyway, here ya go everyone!! hope you all enjoy!! BY THE WAY!! I had to take these headcanons out of the bullet format unfortunately, due to tumblr not letting me post it unless that was done, so I hope you guys don't mind that!

Freckle McMurray x gn! reader general dating headcanons!

-If anyone wants to date Freckle Mcmurray, they’d have to be the one to confess and show feelings first. Because Freckle isn’t the most comfortable expressing his feelings or opinions to others, which is often because he’s known as the ‘good kid’ amongst the public and he works with some dangerous people in his true job at the Lackadaisy.

-Though, just like Rocky, how you’ve met him could cause different scenarios, which, unlike his cousin, make you see two completely different sides of him that are not as connected as his cousin's is.

-Met Freckle at the little daisy café? Well, for the longest time, you’ll only see his ‘good kid’ side, the one who stays out of trouble and is keen on keeping quiet, the cat who mumbles most times around you when you ask questions about his life and hides behind a notebook when he’s shy. Though, in time, when conversations do finally get exchanged and he doesn’t hide behind a few pieces of paper anymore to speak to you, you do learn much more about him, just not the part where he’s a talented shooter who enjoys the thrill of shootouts and gets obsessed with it sometimes. or the part where he’s a bootlegger in a close to failing speakeasy and not actually just an errand boy for Mitzi May.

-The reveal of the truth, even the faintest thought of it, shakes Freckle to his core. He never wants you to see it, afraid that it would tarnish the strong friendship you two have and have you become freaked out or afraid of him. So when the truth does slip out, which is most likely during a chase, he’s more stressed out than usual and his tongue has seemed to become twisted, for he doesn’t speak nor say a single word to your or the crew and focuses on the fight instead.

-If you don’t approach him yourself after it, he’d avoid you for weeks and run away when you were in the room, feeling immense guilt for what he’s done and thinking that you must’ve despised him by now. Rocky or Ivy must be the ones who coax him out of the kitchen and convince him to at least, exchange a few pleasantries with you in the day.

-You’d have to choose your words a bit carefully, and try your best to reassure him that you don’t hate him, but do feel a bit offended that he hasn’t told you the truth. He’d apologize profusely, and the normal conversations would be started over again, but now, with a bit more comfortable Freckle than before, since the cat’s out of the bag, he doesn’t feel the need to be cautious around you when speaking about his life.

-Though yes, you are the one who gets feelings first, he’s the one who falls harder. It takes him a few more months, but when it does kick he’s suddenly reverted a bit back to his past behavior- avoiding you at all costs, yet still saying a ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’ at least before running off.

-This, is the best moment to strike and confess. Though Freckle is not known to be expressive when it comes to showing much joy in the day, nor known for being much of a romantic, the smile and blush he has on when you confess is enough proof that he’s head over heels for you as well.

-There’s not much of a difference from friendship to a relationship with him. you still talk about the same things, though if asked, Freckle would talk about a few extra interests and topics he has such as baseball trivia or a few memories of his childhood with Rocky and his mother.

-Although a few memories are spoken about, not much detail is said on what exactly has happened, or how exactly it all has ended, and unfortunately, no matter how curious or concerned you are, Freckle will not speak about it much more than that.

-His love language is mainly spending time with you, and being comfortable enough to speak to you. He only has conversations with people he considers his friends or cares about, so as his lover, you tend to have the most conversations with him, especially when you’re both alone. The love language he likes to receive most would be the same thing. He values all the moments he can spend with you, so when you go out of your way to make time for him it means a lot, and he feels a bit flustered and guilty about it.

-“you didn’t have to make time for me, I know you were busy with that project this whole week.”

-“it's fine,” you shrugged. “and it’s not a bother at all anyway. I like spending time with you.”

-A beat red Freckle is what you’ll be seeing the whole day after that.

-Freckle isn't the best at romance, so usually, if he does want to use another love language such as gift-giving or words of affirmation, etc, he’s a bit awkward and shy about it. he tends to feel out of his element and a bit stressed when doing so. A few compliments and words of comfort from you are much appreciated.

-You will most likely never meet Nina Mcmurray of Freckle’s own accord, since he for one, never wants you two to meet in fear of her disapproving of your relationship. Though, if the meeting ever does happen, he’d be freaking out the entire time through it. he’d be quiet, yet his eyes were panic-stricken and his tail is wagging everywhere. it’d take him a few cups of tea to start calming down. Nina isn’t the most easiest person to please, so if she does like you, then great! Expect her to invite you for some tea or dinner with Freckle at times, but if not, then though you are probably unwelcome in the house, Freckle reassures you that it won’t affect your relationship with him in anyway, and that you’ll only have to avoid coming to his house, which isn't much of a problem since you both usually spend time elsewhere.

-not at all a PDA person, he feels like it’s a bit disrespectful to kiss or hold hands and flirt while everyone else is in the room. though, he does do very small things such as put his hand on top of yours and caress your fingers under the table, or put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, things that you could only notice and feel to make you feel calm during frustrating times. And if you do them back he’ll melt, and you’d have successfully calmed him down.

-Whether you like it or not, the teasing comments of his dear cousin Rocky will be a part of it all, though mostly targeted at Freckle himself, he does sometimes jab some at you as well, mostly speaking about how you’ve got Freckle wrapped around your finger.

-There are often times when Freckle is questioning his entire morality and life, where he regrets most of the things he’s doing right now, since he’s been taught in a Christian household about how people who do such actions are foul and must be punished. Which, on rare nights, leads to rethinking his entire life and feeling the utmost self-hatred and unworthiness of love. Those are times when you’re needed most, to reassure and comfort in however you can. and despite not believing you when you tell him he’s a good person, if the self-hatred is strong enough, he will, while looking away embarrassed, ask if he can hold your hand or hug you. since those actions bring lots of comfort and warmth to him.

-He’s also quite insecure about his laugh, what he sees as a complete failure in his personality and the thing that makes unfortunate things happen to him. so If you ever compliment him or say you like it, he’d first gawk at you as if you said unicorns were real, then he’d thank you with a stutter and think about your compliment for an entire week, always getting flustered each time the memory comes across his mind.

-If you have any hobbies of your own, he’d happily try them out for you. whether it’s painting, dancing, or anything you’re quite passionate about, he’d like to give it a try at least once, if not for the quality time, then for it to be an excuse to see you smile and rambling on excitedly.

-There will be times when you’re stuck in an extremely dangerous situation alongside Freckle, such as shootouts and gang fights, if you weren’t involved in such fiascos in the first place and were just a normal citizen before meeting him, he does feel guilty for dragging you into it all and does try to minimize the number of times he sees you before finishing up a task. He also tries to usually meet up with you when it's broad daylight and cops are out, which would decrease the number of fights that could happen.

-All in all, he’s a calm and peaceful lover, and although he isn't much verbal about it, he appreciates you much more than you know it.

#lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy #freckle mcmurray #freckle mcmurray x reader #x reader #headcanons #reader insert #fanfiction #lackadaisy freckle #calvin mcmurray #calvin mcmurray x reader #calvin freckle mcmurray x reader

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jackfrombaskinrobbins · 1 year

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daredevil fam x teen!intern!reader [pt. 1]

CLICK HERE FOR PT. 2

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1.5k

request: yes / no

original request: DYING over your matt post– i'm a sucker for casual family hcs with teen readers, it's always the cutest !! could i request something similar like the whole team (nelson, murdock, & page) taking care of an intern? just a teen who usually takes care of filing ends up wandering into the whole found family dynamic they have set up? thanks !

dynamic: daredevil fam (nelson murdock & page) x teen!intern!reader

characters: reader, matt murdock, foggy nelson, karen page

a/n: hiii tysm for this request!!! i love found family hc's too -- especially with daredevil bc i feel like i haven't seen many :( if y'all ever have more daredevil requests like this i would be more than happy to write them!!

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your school had an internship program.

basically, during the last few weeks of the year, everyone in your grade was matched up with a company to go be interns!

and sometimes that led to summer jobs which was cool

anyways so you were pretty excited

you had been looking forward to getting your assignment for a while now.

you had told the people who assigned the internships that you were interested in law, and you were holding out for a good assignment

but you were kind of worried because a lot of people were interested in law as well

so finally the day came

and you were confused to see someplace called “nelson, murdock, and page” listed there

like who the heck were these people

even worse, a couple of the really egocentric & mean kids got internships at landman & zack.

LANDMAN & ZACK

and they were really rubbing it in.

“y/n, where did you get assigned?”

“uh.. nelson, murdock, and page.”

“huh, never heard of them. i got assigned to landman and zack!!! aren’t you happy for me?”

blech

anyway the first day that you were supposed to go came finally

the one upside to being assigned to nelson, murdock, and page was that it was fairly close to where you lived

like only a block or two!!

you honestly weren’t sure what to bring so you kind of overpacked

well not crazy but still

you probably wouldn’t need three packs of pencils AND two staplers

but hey, this was new york! anything could happen.

you took a deep breath as you walked in, and as you approached the door, you could hear what sounded like an argument inside.

“listen karen, i’m not gonna take it anymore! the shamrock shake is gross!!”

btw i agree with that statement not that it’s relevant but still its nasty spearmint is blech

oop back to what i was writing

“foggy, you’re wrong. it’s what really makes spring for me!!”

“hey, you two. there’s someone outside.”

and just like that, the two who were arguing turned to face the door.

you gave a sheepish wave, embarrassed that you hadn’t just walked in.

“aw, no way!! are you the intern? uhm… your name… uh..” said the shamrock shake hater

“y/n.” said another man, the peacekeeper, it seemed.

you had remembered the internship assigner telling you one of the lawyers was blind

and judging by the red glasses, this was the one.

“yeah, that’s me. you must be murdock… i think.”

“call me matt.” he said, extending a hand for you to shake.

then the woman, (shamrock shake lover), also extended her hand.

“i’m karen. it’ll be nice to have someone new around here!!”

“yeah”, said the shamrock shake hater, “nice to have someone to do all the filing!”

“oh.. filing?” you asked, brow furrowing.

you could feel yourself deflating a little bit.

“don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of interesting stuff for you to do y/n.” matt spoke, a small smile on his face.

“foggy, how about you show them how to do it?” karen said right after, pointing at shamrock shake hater.

foggy, now.

“aw, karen!! you know i’m no good at filing!!”

“that’s a lie. you just pretend to be bad at it to get out of doing it.” karen replied, and matt nodded.

a big dramatic sigh from foggy

“al-RIGHT, al-RIGHT! jeez. c’mon y/n. seems like we have work to do!!”

you couldn’t help but laugh bc these people were ridiculous

in a good way

at least for now!

turns out foggy WAS good at filing

and apparently you were too!!

he made a game out of it to see who could unlock the cabinet & put the folder in the right spot first

and not to brag, but you always won :)

he even bet his lunch that you couldn’t beat his time!

“don’t mess with them, foggy. i think they’ve shown they can run circles around you.” karen laughed as he challenged you

and yet he still did it!!!

and you won!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!

so you had a delicious sandwich & chips for lunch courtesy of foggy nelson :D

the rest of the day was pretty nice too

like most of it was filing but matt told you about some of the cases they were working on

and karen was so sweet like y’all were gossiping fr

she told you about all the crazy stuff that happened at the firm

and honestly, you were so glad you had been assigned to this firm

because were the people at landman & zack having this much fun???

no i don’t think so!!!

plus it helped that they all hated landman and zack too

foggy told you all about how stuffy and uptight everyone was there

so it was kind of a relief!

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I HAD TO DO THIS IN TWO PARTS SO HERE'S THE SECOND ONE

CLICK THIS FOR PT. 2

#daredevil #nmcu daredevil #nmcu headcanons #matt murdock x teen!reader #foggy nelson x teen!reader #karen page x teen!reader #nelson murdock and page #nelson and murdock #matt murdock #karen page #foggy nelson #marvel #mcu #marvel headcanons #mcu headcanons

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drama--universe · 2 years

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Plushies!

Requested by @beautifulbreaddream: Good Day, Just new in Tumblr!! Can I make a request? If the request box is still open? Xan you make a hierophant from falling into your smile? You can decline it, Btw I saw your lao k x reader it so good I hope I find more....

Pairing: Lee Kun-Hyeok x reader

Word Count: 2331 words

Warnings: none

Your eyes wandered over the arcade. It was a busy day, yet most kids were standing in one place. Your squinted your eyes before they landed on two men, both dressed in white shirt and jeans, raiding the claw machine. They had already raided all the dolls from one of the machines, yet continued to play on another machine.

You got up from your seat and stalked over with an annoyed expression, weaving your way through the sea of kids before clearing your throat loudly once you stood behind the men.

They both turned around, looking at you.

"Can you stop? We need those dolls in the long run, you know." You said, crossing your arms as you tapped your foot on the ground. The guy who was playing looked at the other one in confusion. The one on the side nodded at you before speaking to the player in Korean.

You huffed at the translation and looked at the player.

"I said that you're raiding the machine and I want you to stop." You said in Korean and the man looked at you before letting go of the joystick. You gave a fake smile before walking back to your desk and sitting down. You grabbed your phone, checking the time before grabbing your stuff. 5 more minutes before you were finished. Just on que, your coworker entered and took your place. You left the arcade and sighed as you stood in the mall. You then turned left before freezing as you saw the 2 men again, both dragging a bag behind them.

"Jesus... Whatever, not my problem." You mumbled as you continued walking, slipping your earphones in and putting your favorite music on.

"Excuse me?" Someone asked and you looked up from your phone, taking out one of your earphones before sighing.

"What? I'm not working anymore, so I honestly don't care about the plushies." You replied and he shook his hand before giving you one.

"Just to say thanks for not banning us." He said before running back to his friend, leaving you standing with a white fox-plushie in your hands.

"He could at least have given a name with this..." You mumbled before continuing your way out of the mall and home.

After an hour and a half (too long, but whatever), you got home. You entered before looking at the plushie again. You stared at it a few seconds before putting it on the shelve next to your bed. You then laid down on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds before frowning as you sat up again.

"He seemed familiar..." You thought about it for a few seconds before grabbing your phone as you heard it ring, the thoughts of the unknown male disappearing from your mind. You checked the notification before groaning as you had to leave for another job. This is why you hated your best friend sometimes, she could convince you to help with her jobs at the most annoying times. This time was like any other. You quickly got up and dressed out of the arcade uniform and into a simple jeans and shirt before grabbing your stuff and running out of the house again.

After 20 minutes, you arrived at the arena and entered quickly. It was almost empty except for the staff inside. You quickly spotter your best friend, her colorful clothes standing out compared to the black outfits everyone else wore.

"Ah, (y/n)! Here, here!" She called and you walked over, greeting the people before looking at her.

"Come on, we need to get changed into the staff clothes. I'll explain the job at the same time." She said before dragging you off to the changing rooms. After the explanation and changing, you just checked your phone again before leaving it in the lockers (something that was apparently required).

You exited the room and walked through the hallway, not paying attention to the players of today. You would just be helping people get to their seats, so you didn't really see a point in learning who was playing.

You entered the main hall, which was now filled with barriers and metal detectors. You went to your friend, smiling at her before focusing on helping people find their seats.

After an hour, you were finished, You stood in one of the pathways, the doors behind you already locked to prevent others to enter. Your head was already hurting from all the screaming fans and your eyes were itching from the flashing lights. Nonetheless, your eyes stayed on the screen as you watched 2 group fight for the glory. Although the team in blue was winning by a landslide.

When the blue team won, 2 new teams came on stage. One of the teams was dressed in green and black while the other team was dressed in blue. And low and behold, their stood the plushie guy. His eyes were trained to the front, scanning the area before leaning to one of his teammates, seemingly asking something.

"Of course he's famous." You said, rolling your eyes at how cliché it was. You leaned against the wall as you watched the match, surprised at how fast it was finished (only 10 minutes).

There was one more match which dragged on for at least 30 minutes and after that there was a 30 minute break.

You exited the arena and walked to the staff room. You quickly grabbed some money from your bag before exiting the room and searching for a vending machine. You walked from hallway to hallway before you finally noticed a blue vending machine. You stared at the drinks in the machine before entering your money and pressing the number 35 for your drink. The drink went loose and fell before getting stop halfway.

"Are you serious... Ugh!" You let out an annoyed groan, staring at the machine in anger.

"Kick it." Someone said and you looked to the side to see plushie boy leaning against the machine. He gave you a small smile before kicking his back leg against the side harshly, making the drink fall down. You took the drink before turning back to the boy.

"You played good." "Good?" He asked and you rolled your eyes, leaning against the wall next to him.

"Well, really good. The other team didn't stand a chance." You said and he smiled, looking down before getting up and holding out his hand.

"Kun-Hyeok." "(y/n)." You shook his hand shortly before opening your drink and taking a sip before looking at him again as an alarm went off, signaling that the game would continue.

"See you. Good luck." You said, giving him a short wink before walking off to go back to your station. You entered, your drink still in hand (earning a disapproving look from a colleague) as the doors closed again. The games started again, but this time you paid more attention to Kun-Hyeok's team. Well, to Kun-Hyeok...

The matches ended an hour later and your feet were dying from standing and your head had started hurting again. So when the doors open, you sprinted out of the arena and went to the staff room again. You dressed back into your regular clothes, folding the uniform before grabbing it. You exited and put the clothes with the rest before returning to the main hall. Your friend spotted you and smiled as she talked to her boss, who was holding two envelopes. When she finished talking, she received the two envelopes and ran to you.

"Here, that's your pay. Get home safe!" She yelled as she shoved the money to you before running off. You watched her before sighing loudly.

"Good pay?" You turned your head to see Kun-Hyeok again, turning completely and crossing your arms.

"Are you stalking me?" You asked with a chuckle and he shook his head quickly, pointing at his teammates just a bit further. You glanced at them before your face heated up slightly as you saw that all of them were staring t the two of you intensely.

"They look shocked... Congrats on the win by the way." "Thanks." He answered, looking a bit shy at the compliment. You glanced at the group again before grabbing the envelope. You took the money out, ripping a part of the envelope before writing on it with a pen.

"Give me a call sometimes." You handed him the piece of paper with a wink before walking away again, smirking as you heard his teammates scream.

You saw him again on Saturday while working in the arcade.

He entered the arcade, this time on his own. He looked around for a few seconds before spotting you, smiling as he made his way over to you.

"Do you want tokens?" You asked as you leaned on the counter with a smile.

"At what hour are you finished?" He asked and you looked at your watch before looking up at him.

"In 30 minutes. Why?" "Want to get something to drink after?" He asked and you nodded, smiling at him. He smiled back before stalking to the claw machine. You went back to your job, but your eyes kept wandering back to the man. He was staring at the claw machine intensely, fingers pressing the buttons rapidly.

"Hey, lady!" Some kid exclaimed and you looked at him, clearly annoyed as you gave him a death stare.

"What?" You asked and you saw him shrink back a bit before he awkwardly asked for tokens. You gave him tokens before your eyes went back to Kun-Hyeok's figure. Your colleague joined you minutes later and you sighed.

"I'm clocking out, much fun. Also, kid threw up at speed cars but that's your shift." You said with a smirk as you took off your name tag and grabbed your stuff before heading to Kun-Hyeok. You watched him play for a few seconds, but he had yet to get the plush toys.

"It got difficult, didn't it?" You asked and he looked at you before nodding with a sigh.

"That's what happens when a certain someone raids all the plush toys. Do you know how pissed the boss was." You said as he shyly grinned before he hit the button on the control panel, the claw lowering before latching on to a plush cat. The claw went up again, the cat plushie still in its grip before it dropped. Kun-Hyeok smiled as he grabbed the plush before handing it to you. You stared at it before hugging it to your body with a smile.

"Thanks. Let's go get something to drink!" You said before grabbing his hand into yours before dragging him out of the arcade and to your favorite café. You entered, smiling at the cashier before looking at the menu.

"Galaxy drink and..." You glanced at Kun-Hyeok, who pointed at a certain drink and you quickly said it for the cashier before grabbing your wallet and taking your credit card. You paid for both drinks before walking to a booth. You sat down, putting the plushie next to you before looking at Kun-Hyeok.

"You didn't have to pay..." "Doesn't matter,, you got me a plushie before. 2 even!" You said with a smile, leaning on your hand.

"Besides, I asked you to come. It feels only right to pay." You continued before quickly getting the drinks when your name was called. When you went back to your seat, you couldn't help but stop and stare at him for awhile. He was good-looking, that was for sure. Maybe that was why your heart skipped a beat when you saw him. Well, that and your crush on him of course.

You shook your head to get rid of those thoughts and instead went to sit down again, handing the drink to Kun-Hyeok before sipping from yours. It was both sweet and sour, something you greatly enjoyed every once in awhile.

"So, how did you become a gamer?" You asked and he leaned back as he thought.

"I liked gaming as a kid... And I needed money to live. So I combined the two. Not much to it honestly." He admitted and you chuckled.

"I honestly expected a big story, but that's much easier." You chuckled and he gave a small smile in return, looking at his hands.

"There isn't much, no. Just a child's dreams, I guess. That and just luck." "Luck? Yeah, right. You get nowhere with luck, only hard work. I know you worked your ass off to get where you now are. No amount of luck in the world can do that for you." You replied and you could see the blush rising on his face.

"So, how did you learn Korean?" "Boredom. I also like traveling. I went to Korea a few times, so learning the language isn't that weird." You explained, leaning back in your seat with a smile.

"I got to meet you through that, so it's a good thing, no?" You looked him right in the eye and gave a small wink before taking the plushie back in your arms, pulling your legs up as you hugged the plushie happily. You glanced back at Kun-Hyeok, who's face had grown even a shade darker. Just then, a ringtone rang loudly. Kun-Hyeok picked up and turned away from you as he spoke. When he hung up, he gave you an apologetic smile.

"I have to leave... Practice." He said and you nodded before snagging his phone out of his hand. You put your number in before handing it back to him.

"It was nice to talk to you. Call me some day." You said, shortly kissing his cheek before leaving the café with your plushie in your arms.

"(y/n)!" You paused, turning around to face Kun-Hyeok again. You hummed as he came closer to you.

"Would you want to go on a date sometimes?" He asks and you turned completely to face him.

"I thought this was already one." You replied with a small smirk before giving him a bright smile again.

"But call me for that date nonetheless." You continued before walking off again, not missing the happy smile that Kun-Hyeok now wore and the little jump he did after.

And it didn't take long for you to go on the second date.

#falling into your smile #fiys #falling into your smile heirophant #heirophant #hierophant x reader #x reader #falling into your smile x reader #fiys x reader #reader insert #Lee Kun-Hyeok #Lee Kun-Hyeok x reader #Kun-Hyeok x reader #Kun-Hyeok #requested

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visionofhope04 · 3 years

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Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesn’t even talk to them and like only Jason

This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. There’s a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!

This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. It’s not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!

f/n = friend name

Y/G/N = your group name

N/S = news station

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5

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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was “just a bad case of the flu” which they believed.

Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.

So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasn’t that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasn’t good but it wasn’t as bad as Gotham’s neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.

It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jason’s car with his help. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called “family” couldn’t care less about what you did with your life. ‘This is it, hopefully the last time I’ll ever be near this place.’ You thought. You didn’t plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.

The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.

You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.

Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. He’d felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.

Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didn’t exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didn’t even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldn’t even remember that Damian had a twin.

He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. He’d read it so many times you’d often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruce’s real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you would’ve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didn’t you kill as Damian did?

Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didn’t kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the “better twin” by Talia, so why hadn’t they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?

Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldn’t really remember what it had looked like since he’s never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruce’s office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?

Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew he’d find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.

He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his book as he spoke.

“What do you want Demon Spawn?”

“I’ve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.”

“You mean my sister?”

“She’s not your sister!” Damian exclaimed.

“Well I act more like a brother than you do.”

“Where is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Just tell me, you imbecile!” Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jason’s blunt answers.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Just tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!”

“She moved out.” Jason said, giving in.

“What?! Where.” Damian demanded.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Because I demand to know!”

“Okay and?”

“Tell me!”

“No.”

“Why not!”

“Because you don’t even care.”

“And you do?”

“Yes, I actually do Damian! I’m there for her when she needs me the most. I’m there for her while she’s watching you live the perfect life that she’s just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! I’m there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Jason snapped.

“Y/N’s fine, I know my twin!” Damian screamed.

“Do you even know what her favorite color is?” Jason questioned in a harsh tone.

“...” Was Damian’s reply.

“Exactly! You don’t! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You don’t know anything about her so don’t act like you do!” Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.

Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesn’t he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadn’t happened then.

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It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you weren’t constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.

Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldn’t be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.

You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew you’d all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. You weren’t looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didn’t feel comfortable with it.

However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.

“Hello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and I’m here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?”

You waved to the camera and then answered, “Hello everyone! I’m doing good, how about you?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking! So by now I’d assume everyone knows that you’ve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?”

“It doesn’t feel any different. Fame wasn’t our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.”

“Mhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?”

“Well we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they aren’t alone.”

“That’s so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?”

“Yes, it is true.”

“So all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?”

“Yes, actually. My family isn’t the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didn’t was Jason.”

“You’re saying it in the past tense.”

“I moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how I’d ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.”

“Oh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like the Wayne family isn’t as perfect as they seem.”

“No family is actually perfect.”

“Did your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?”

“Not yet. They’re probably too busy or don’t care.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright, I got over it. What’s the next question.”

“Oh-” He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I don’t wanna bore you all lol)

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Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldn’t take a break. The others wouldn’t and it would be unfair to them if he did.

He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the man’s questions. He was baffled. He didn’t know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didn’t want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldn’t stand publicity, so what were you doing?

He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.

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Hey! It's me again with another request. 😅

What about a Hoseok that everyone underestimate and think that just because he's so adorable, a true gentleman and even cheesy that they don't think he can be good at bed.

So, some girls make a bet (idk let's pretend their work colleagues or they're in college, what suits you better) what they don't know is, that Hoseok somehow, actually finds out about this bet, but he's not bother at all, on the contrary, he's beyond thrilled since he's been wanted to fuck hard OC, so this is his chance to prove her how wrong she actually is.

The player will be end up being played.

A good boy with a little a very dirty secret behind doors. What do you think? 👀

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your sweet boss is made a party for the ones who freshly started work with you. you didn't expect anything less from a gentleman as him. he was always disciplined but never not supportive and adorable. sometimes even cheesy.

you and your work colleagues were in the party. and after some food and drinks - and not seeing him around - they basically started gossipping. you were trying to be friends with the new colleagues but you all were in the same conversation so you kinda had to be in it.

"soo... what do you guys think about your new boss?" asked one of your close colleagues. she loved gossipping and stuff like that, was so fun all the time.

"he's super sweet...i don't know if it's because we're new to be honest." said the new girl. and the new boy added "i feel like he's a gentleman but...we don't know how is he in bed right?" he made a funny voice. you all laughed.

"bet he's not good at bed, seems too soft." your fun friend said while she's taking another bite from the food. and she turned to you before asking. "what do you think, __?"

"i don't know..." you looked at her, then the others. "he seems vanilla but i can't really say if he's bad."

they talked about it a little then the conversation changed.

you were still thinking about it tho. the thing you didn't know was that he heard your talk while he's getting another drink from a table closer to you guys.

after a week from the party, to check your work, he came to your room. at least that was what you thought. you thought that you did something wrong and he was here to show you how to fix it. as he did multiple times before.

but no, here he was showing you the plans of the new design of the office from the computer, too close to your face while he's behind the chair you're sitting at. you couldn't focus on the screen because of him.

and you couldn't decide if it's smell that is making your mind dizzy or the tone of his voice. there was definitely something different today.

"are you even listening __?" he asked and that was when you really started listening. your attention was on his side profile which is looking like he's a painting.

"oh uhm yes. sorry, i got distracted." you confessed.

that put a grin to his face. he came closer to you, leaving a deep breath. you felt small tingles on your neck.

"you're one of my best workers and you always listen carefully what i say, __. is something wrong?" he asked you, eyes traveling to your lips for a millisecond. the gap between you two was so small, you could feel his capturing smell making your mind dumb.

"n-nothing." you stuttered, trying too hard to look at him in the eyes. your mind was screaming at you that you should get back but you just stayed still.

he took a deep breath and tilted his head.

"is this vanilla?"

wha- what was he talking about? why did he just highlight the word? did he hear you talking? shit. you were going to be fired if he did. plus you didn't want him to hear those words, you just said it. ugh.

your eyes widened but you tried to act like he's talking about something else.

"what is?" you looked up at him, his breathtaking features. the grey suit was covering his body so well. damn, you thought.

he looked at you and talked before slightly smirking.

"the colour, __. what else could it be?"

you looked down and gulped before looking at him again.

"i d-don't know sir." you felt your cheeks getting hotter, shit. what was happening to you? you weren't exactly a shy type of woman but the sudden hint made you flustered.

he held the armrests of your chair and turned you to face him, then he gently nipped your chin and made you look up.

"why are you getting red? tell me what's on your mind, baby." he said staying still and leaving only few centimeters between your faces.

him calling you that sent a flutter to your heart. what happened to the sweetest boss you had? and more importantly, why did you want him so bad with just a word?

"thought you were thinking that i'm vanilla, but here you are getting even more red with a 'baby'..."

fuck. he knew. he knew what you've said. you wanted to speak and tell him that he misunderstood or something, at least try to fix this someway. but you couldn't, not when you were that close. you opened your mouth but no words came out. and your brain focused on his breath brushing your lips, he was looking amazing.

"i can prove you wrong baby. bet you'll only think and talk about me." he said before brushing his lips to yours for a second. you closed your eyes. then he watched your face with lust filled gaze of his.

your hand found his neck and pulled him close to a kiss. it was intense, wasn't so slow but not fast either. you felt his hands coming down and holding your waist, then down and grabbing your ass while he sucked your bottom lip. after that he lifted you and made you sat on your table.

he started to give your ass hard squeezes while groaning into your mouth.

"mmmh " he said before spreading your legs and rolling his hips against yours.

he was so hard and you were sure your panties were wet after that kiss. and now he was sucking marks to your neck to collarbone. you loved the feeling of getting marked by him. the way he touched you were mind-numbing.

"mmph, please." you moaned, not able to opening your eyes from the feeling.

he smirked and held your waist tightly. then rolled his hips to yours, it was harder this time.

"name it baby. please what?" he asked leaving a peck to the sweet spot under your ear. it sent tingles to your body, you held his head and pulled him closer. now you were face to face, his eyes were half lidded and full with lust, looking deeply into your ones.

"please sir, prove me wrong." you said breathily.

he smiled for a second, then kissed your lips hungrily. then with a low moan he sent his tongue to meet yours. and yeah,he was so good at it. it was like his tongue is dancing on yours. you couldn't help but whimper.

you felt his hands getting under your dress, playing with the thin waistband while he leaves low grunts to your mouth. the vibration was making you feel some type of way. your whimpers were telling the same thing.

your hands found his belt and unbuckled it without breaking the intense kiss you've having with him. he slid your panties aside and started to rub his hand to your wetness.

"fuck." he breathed havily. "all of this is for me? fuck baby, you make me wanna ruin you."

you smiled and palmed his erection, getting low curses from him. you could feel him twitching.

"i'm ready sir." you said, looking at his hungry expression. your hands were resting on the waistband of his underwear. you slowly pulled it down.

he was long and pretty. and definitely ready to fuck. the gray suit he wore was looking so rich, and the fact that he still had it on was a turn on to you.

he didn't waste anymore time and pushed himself to you in one thrust. your moans and his grunts mixed. he was holding your waist and sucking your neck.

"ah sir, move. please."after checking your face he continued his movement slowly. you could feel every inch of him, he was so deep and filling you so well.

he started to move faster, making you jolt with every push of his hips. you needed to get support from your hands, holding the table tightly.

"such a pretty baby, spreading herself for me on her table, crying under me." he said pulling himself back almost fully. "still thinking i'm vanilla?" he said and pushed himself harder, finding the spot easily. and now he was fucking you rough.

"n-no sir, ohh yes." you replied and felt your high coming, by the way his dick twitches inside of you after every moan of yours you could tell he's close too.

he kept his pace, made you lose control of your moans while he leaves low grunts to your neck, whispers dirty stuff to your ear.

"come as i say pretty." he said and gave deep thrusts, getting faster and going slower and deeper again. your pussy started to clench like crazy. if you weren't being held by him you'd probably fall because how hard he fucks.

"come." he said and you both came, you were a moaning mess.

he pulled himself out and fixed your dress after fixing his suit, getting ready to leave.

"guess i proved it all wrong, huh?" he said, watching your not so out of bliss face. it was a strong high.

"i can't believe i thought that sir." you said looking at his lips involuntarily. you were still between your desk and him. he moved closer and kissed you slowly. then his hands found the marks he left on your skin.

"everybody will know who left these marks on you baby. you can cover it up... or you can keep it and i can take you a proper date tonight. cause this wasn't just sex for me. what'd you say?"

his words made your heart flutter. you couldn't help but smile.

"of course."

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halsteadlover · 3 years

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested by anon: Hi gorgeous, i rlly am in love with "is that my hoodie baby?" and "i want one" i was wondering if you could do an imagine where whole intelligence stays in a hotel after a gala and reader and jay spend the night on the same room doing it and the next morning both are full of hickeys and intelligence tease them a lot about it and how the reader was too loud and reader is rlly embarrassed and jay comforts y/n. Totally understand if you don't feel like doing it, btw I Love your imagines ❤️

• Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing.

• Word count: 3699.

• A/N: Please read this only if you're 18+. I'm sorry for any mistakes and I hope this turned out okay, lemme know what you think. Sending lots of love to everyone, pls stay safe out there ❤️.

The night of the Gala was one of the hottest ever and having the Chicago police uniform on certainly didn't help. This was one of the many reasons you hated that event but for some strange reason the presence of Detective Jay Halstead made that evening much less unpleasant. You found yourself unable to take your eyes off him, something with him wearing that uniform drove you crazy and trying not to think about how much you wanted to tear that blue shirt off him became almost impossible.

Jay had noticed the way you were looking at him and that's why he thought it was a good idea to tease you. The way you tried to pretend nothing was happening when he put his hand on your thigh under the table and slid it until he touched your intimate area with his fingers, or how you blushed when he approached you while no one was looking and whispering the things he wanted to do to you, Jay was really having a hard time trying not to drag you into the bathrooms.

“God I can't wait to be alone with you and fuck the life out of you,” he whispered into your ear after reaching out to you and resting his hand on the back of your chair. The wine you were drinking went awry and you started coughing, causing the rest of the team to turn towards you with a worried look.

“Are you okay?” Hailey asked immediately handing you a glass of water.

“Yeah I'm okay, thank you,” you said and then drank the water she gave you. You threw a lightning glance at Jay who in the meantime was trying to keep himself from grinning. If looks could seriously strike Jay Halstead would sure be ashes in his chair by now. You took a deep breath trying to regain control of yourself and try not to actually think of Jay fucking your life out.

Fucking bastard, he liked seeing you so tense and eager.

Well, two can play that game.

While he was talking to Antonio, you put your hand on the crotch of his pants, making him wince slightly. Jay tried to remain as indifferent as possible as he glanced at you, you pretending nothing happened while laughing and joking with Hailey. Jay didn't have a clue what Antonio was saying anymore because of the way you were touching him over his pants and trying not to moan was impossible. He had no idea how he would be able to get up from that table with the erection he had between his legs and he couldn't help but think about how that little game he was playing with you had backfired.

“You alright man?” Antonio suddenly asked when he noticed Jay's flushed cheeks and the way his breathing was accelerated. He seriously thought he was having a panic attack.

“Yes, it's just too hot here,” Jay replied almost heaving a sigh of relief when you removed your hand. He didn't know how long he would be able to hold out without making any noise. “I'm going to the bathroom, excuse me,” he continued, taking his jacket from the chair and covering himself before getting up. You tried not to laugh when he glared at you, giving him a wink.

That evening was one of the longest of your life and you have never been so happy to go back to the hotel. After saying goodbye to the rest of the Intelligence members you headed to your room but didn't have time to close the door as you felt a presence behind you. Before you realized what was happening, Jay had already pinned you against the wall, his mouth on yours as he devoured you in a deep and fiery kiss.

Before your mind could think of it you were already kissing him back, your arms around his neck and your hands through his hair.

“Fuck I've been waiting all night for this,” he whispered before sowing kisses down your jaw and all the way to your neck. You couldn't help but let out sighs as he started licking and sucking the skin of your neck, at that place he knew made you lose your mind. One hand tightly gripped your waist as if he was trying as much as possible to pull you to his body, his erection rubbing on your center, the other one grabbed your boob. His movements were frantic, his touch possessive and decisive, there was no doubt that he wanted you, and he wanted you right away.

Your hands wandered all over his toned, sculpted body, your eyes closed as you enjoyed the feel of Jay's mouth on you. You felt like you couldn't breath, the desire you had for this man was so intense you really thought you couldn't survive.

You were a whole of touches, caresses, kisses and sighs. It wasn't the first time you and Jay were in that situation, but the desire and lust you both had for each other was so intense it was hard to describe, your minds were now devoid of any lucid thoughts as you undressed each other.

You were both shirtless as Jay knelt in front of you, his eyes fixed in yours. God, no matter how many times you looked at him, the way his bright green eyes made you feel would always make your knees go weak.

His lips traced kisses all along your stomach up to the waistband of your pants. “Can I?” he asked you before continuing. You nodded frantically, getting a grin from him. You were so quivering and impatient that you felt you were going to explode, you wanted him so badly, you wanted to feel his hands all over your body.

He was literally mesmerized when you stood naked in front of him after he helped you get rid of the last clothes, these thrown in an indefinite part of the room.

“God damn Y/N you're so fucking beautiful,” he said, his eyes tracing every single millimeter of your body. He had seen you naked countless times but damn it always felt like it was the first time, he was so damn attracted to you, he couldn't believe how fucking beautiful you were. A moan came out your lips as his hand stroked your pussy, your legs spontaneously spread.

“All mine,” he whispered looking at you as if you were the most beautiful of wonders. And damn you were, you were perfect in his eyes. You felt your soul leaving your body when without warning he placed his mouth on your wet, throbbing pussy. “So fucking wet.”

“Oh fuck” you loudly moaned when he started licking and sucking your clit. Your back arched, your hand in Jay's hair as you gently tugged it, your hips moving to the rhythm of Jay's licking. He let out a groan when you pulled his hair and the mere sight of your other hand on your breast as you touched yourself almost made him come in boxers.

“Jay you're so fucking good please don't stop...” you moaned.

With one hand Jay grabbed your thigh and put your leg around his shoulder and you almost passed out when he slid two fingers inside you. At that point you had no idea how you managed to stand still, by now your legs felt like jelly.

“Fuck baby you have no idea what you're doing to me,” he said, his eyes on you as he enjoyed the sight of you quivering under his touch, your eyes closed and your mouth slightly open with pleasure.

“Jay I...” you tried to talk but you didn't even know what you meant, your mind was totally clouded. You knew you couldn't hold out any further. It was as if electric arrows shot through your body as the orgasm overwhelmed you, vision blurred for a few seconds as your chest rose and fell quickly.

“Best meal I had all day.”

You felt like you were about to collapse against that wall but Jay luckily held you tightly, preventing you from melting to the ground like snow in the sun.

“Fuck how does it get better and better? God...” you said, still ecstatic as you tried to recover from that wonderful orgasm.

Jay chuckled. “What can I say, we practice a lot”. He sowed kisses on your inner thigh making you smile when he nibbled you. You placed your hands on his face and kissed him passionately, making him stand up and pressing your back against the cold wall again.

You gave him one last kiss before moving your lips to his neck, starting to bite and suck on his skin. He muttered a slight “Fuck” under his breath, eyes closed as he enjoyed that sensation.

Jay couldn't take his eyes off you as he watched you sow kisses down his chest, his abs, all the way to the V-line that disappeared inside his pants. The sight alone made you lose your mind, that man was so good looking it hurt.

“God Jay you are so handsome,” you whispered as your hands caressed him everywhere, his stomach, hips, legs, lingering in a particular way on those freckles that made you so crazy.

“Y/N...” he sighed as you stroked him over the top of his pants. He was so hard and the boxers so tight it was almost painful. You bit your lip as you pulled down his pants and boxers finally releasing his erection, your legs spontaneously tightening at the sight of his hard and big dick. With one hand you gently encircled the shaft of his penis, starting to move slowly up and down, your thumb drawing imaginary circles on his tip wet from his precum.

“Holy fuck...” he signed his mouth wide open. While you continued to masturbate him with your hand, you ran your tongue along his hips, slowly moving it towards his penis “Y/N stop playing with me”.

“What do you want?” you asked putting on the most seductive tone you were capable of.

“I want to fuck that little pretty mouth of yours,” he groaned. You gave him a little smirk and when he thought you were going to finally give him a blowjob you lingered a bit on his inner thigh, teasing him with kisses and nibbling the area. Seeing him writhe with desire under your touch caused you a pleasure that was not describable. You loved seeing the way only you could make him feel, it was a vision you would never get used to.

“Y/N...” he started to say but almost had a heart attack when with your tongue out, you licked the lower part of his penis up to the tip. That simple viewing was better of any porn scene. Jay's hand tightened around your hair, pleasure running through his veins.

“Holy shit baby… It's so fucking good,” he cursed, moaning loudly as you licked and kissed his sensitive tip. “God you drive me crazy.”

Hearing Jay moan like that only increased your desire to please him. Jay almost felt his soul come out of his body as you encircled his dick with your lips, your head starting to slowly back and forth.

“Oh my God Y/N” he moaned softly, throwing his head back, his eyes closed from his pleasure as you gave him the best blowjob of his life “I'm going to fuck your brains out.”

You felt your pussy throbbing at the sound of those words, so much that you found yourself squeezing your thighs again in search of some relief. Your eyes were fixed on Jay and seeing his jaw contracted with pleasure, his chest rising and falling quickly, his eyes half closed and his mouth wide open, encouraged you to pick up speed.

Jay looked down at you and the feeling he got when your eyes met his again was something wonderful. He took off a lock of hair that ended up in front of your eyes.

“Holy shit!” he let out a particularly loud moan as he felt your tongue spin around his dick as you sucked it. His hips were moving forward and God only knew how much he was holding onto moving faster.

“God baby you are so beautiful with my dick in your mouth” he moaned, now a mess of moans and gasps “Oh fuck yes just like that.”

You tried to suppress the retching Jay caused when he hit you deep in your throat. You were breathing through your nostrils, and although it wasn't the most comfortable position it was worth it for the wonderful vision you were having.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, stop please... I want to be inside you,” Jay mumbled, feeling the orgasm begin to build inside him. He took a step back and when he looked down at you he couldn't help but notice your flushed cheeks and swollen red lips, your chest rising and falling quickly as you tried to regulate your breathing. He didn't give you time to say or do something that his mouth was already back on yours in an impetuous, passionate kiss, his naked body against yours as he held you pressed against the wall. Your arms encircled Jay's neck, your hands in his hair as you tried to draw him as close to you as possible. It was so good to feel his skin against yours, never like then you wished that moment would never end.

“I'm going to fuck you against this wall and on every inch of this room you hear me?” he whispered against your ear, causing shivers through your whole body. He held your thighs possessively as your legs encircled his hips. A moan escaped your lips as Jay began rubbing your clit with his dick until he reached your entrance.

A guttural moan escaped both of you as Jay slid inside you. His head was in the hollow of your neck, his lips sucking and biting your skin. You threw your head back, your mouth wide open with pleasure as your fingers were scratching Jay's back.

“Fuck baby it's so beautiful inside you,” he gasped, his lips nibbling your neck, your earlobe “So wet and so tight even if I fuck you all the time.”

“Shit Jay move, please,” you said, pleading, completely out of breath. Jay didn't have to repeat it twice and began to move his hips, first slowly, then increasing the pace.

“Oh my god yes... Yes,” you moaned, your mind completely clouded with the pleasure you were feeling. You grabbed Jay by his face, kissing him passionately as he continued to thrust fast and hard inside you. You started sucking and biting the skin of his neck as Jay had his forehead resting on your shoulder, your hands in his hair. His fingers pressed so hard on your thighs that they would surely make their mark but you didn't care. It was like it was just the two of you, the rest of the world disappeared as you were both lost in each other.

You pressed your lips to Jay's again to try to stop your moans, in such a frantic and messy kiss in stark contrast to his strong and vigorous thrusts. God, sometimes it seemed like you could feel it in your stomach.

“Ah yes Jay...” you loudly moaned but tried to stop by biting his shoulder “Fuck right there right there right there” you frantically continued when he hit your G-spot. No matter how many times you and Jay did it, you would never stop wondering how fucking good sex was with him, so intense, violent, excessive and exciting.

“Just mine... All fucking mine,” he groaned as he kept marking your neck with his kisses. You let out yelp, both of you struggling to keep it together, overburden with lust and passion.

“God damn you make me feel so good baby,” you digged your nail in his back as if you were trying to release all the tension you felt.

“Baby I'm... I'm so close,” he moaned, his thrusts even deeper and more frenetic than before as he felt his orgasm building.

“Come for me baby... Show me how good you are.” He gave one last push before coming out of you and ejecting his warm cum all over your belly and chest. Fuck, he thought he reached heaven for a moment.

Jay quickly replaced his dick with his fingers, starting to touch your clit and causing you to explode into another powerful orgasm. You felt as if your senses had for a moment vanished due to the intense waves of orgasm going through your body and for Jay to see you totally lose control it was like he had come for a second time. God only knew how fucking much be loved pleasing you.

“Kiss me,” you whispered breathlessly and Jay didn't have to repeat it twice. Your hands cupped his face as you exchanged a sweet, romantic kiss, him still holding you against the wall. You were grateful as you didn't think you could stand up right now.

“We should take a shower,” you told him, a smile on your lips as he continued to kiss you.

“I love when you smile like that” he whispered, his lips raised in a smile as he kept looking at you. He didn't know why he kept denying it, it was so obvious that he totally lost his mind to you.

“I love it too when you smile, your eyes light up when you do it,” you said and before you could say anything else he was kissing you again.

“Ready for the shower?” he asked you, the expression on his face that suggested something other than a simple shower.

Jay kept his word and took you on every surface of your hotel room, on the bed, in the shower, even in front of the window and the mirror. Needless to say, neither of you had slept a bit except for an hour and a half. Waking up the next morning was torture but the exhaustion was replaced by horror when, after taking yet another shower, you looked in the mirror, noticing your neck and chest full of hickeys.

“Jay what did you do to me?!” you exclaimed as soon as you returned to your room. Jay in the meantime was getting dressed after taking a shower before you did. He looked at you with a grin on his lips, unable to suppress the sense of satisfaction when he saw you full of the signs that testified your wild and passionate night.

“I could ask you the same question detective,” he chuckled pointing to his neck and chest. You widened your eyes noticing that he too was covered with hickeys.

“Oh,” you just said “Oh my God, they'll find out”.

“They won't found baby, don't worry.”

How wrong was Jay.

When you met the rest of the team for breakfast at the hotel, Adam wasted no time making one of his jokes.

“So Y/N how did you sleep last night?” he asked, looking at you with a smirk on his face.

“Very well thank you,” you replied, trying to ignore the way he was looking at you.

“I'm glad to hear that,” he said before taking a bite of his donut “I didn't sleep so well.”

“Why?” Hailey asked.

“Let's say the people in the next room have been hitting all night.”

Your heart almost stopped in your chest. You and Jay exchanged glances, both trying to remain indifferent.

“Do you want to guess who it is?” Adam asked as he watched the rest of the team.

“Oh is that someone we know then?” Kim asked with surprise.

“Just look around us,” Adam said and everyone's eyes widened when they looked at you and Jay, noticing both of your necks full of hickeys. It didn't take long to figure out what happened. You tried as much as possible to hide them but it wasn't enough.

“No fucking way!”.

“I knew it! I knew it!”.

“You're so good Jay don't stop,” Adam pretended to moan and at that point you wanted nothing more than to sink into the ground. Your cheeks were red with embarrassment and you were staring at the coffee in your hands, not having the courage to look at others.

They began to exclaim as they made fun of both you and Jay. He noticed the way you weren't comfortable, moving in your chair as if you couldn't wait to leave. He placed a hand on your back and gently stroked you in an attempt to make you feel better, knowing full well how much you hated being the center of attention.

“I had no idea that a porn star was hiding in you Y/N” Adam laughed and at that point Jay interrupted him, annoyed by his friend's words.

“Adam stop it right now,” he said in a slightly hostile tone “Leave her alone before I'll seriously knock you out.”

“C'mon man I was just kidding,” Adam responded slightly surprised by the way Jay was so defensive towards you.

“I don't care, what we do is our business and it's not nice of you to talk about it when it's clear that she isn't comfortable with it.”

You tried to hide the smile that threatened to come out on your face and you found yourself grabbing his hand under the table.

“I'm sorry Y/N I didn't mean to be disrespectful,” Adam said sincerely and you gave him a little smile. He always joked like this with everyone, you knew it wasn't his intention to embarrassed.

“It's okay.”

“So are you two together?” Antonio asked alternating the gaze between you and Jay. You didn't know how to answer that question. How were you supposed to answer if you first didn't know what was going on between you and Jay?

“Yes we are,” he replied, putting an arm around his shoulder and pulling you to him to give you a kiss on your temple. You smiled at him, incredulous, and at that point Kevin started clapping his hands.

“Give me all your money I won my bet!”

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miiamour · 3 years

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Hi!!!! I don’t know if you are taking requests, but could you write some ron weasly angst??? Maybe with a fluff ending? Maybe him making the reader feel insecure or something like that, I don’t know :) Love your writing so much :):)

am i that girl you dream of?

fem!slytherin!reader x ron weasley

summary: you and ron are in a secret relationship— scared of what others will think, but it still doesn’t stop you from getting insecure when he’s flirted with.

warnings: angst, fluff at the end, mentions of cheating, insecurities in relationship, alcohol, illusions to sex/making out hermione slander but only if you squint.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: eek thank you for the request <3 btw i’m literally 4 away from 200 so hopefully this helps me hit 200!

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the smell of alcohol lingered throughout the room, along with the slight aroma that sweaty teenagers gave off when they’re dancing against each other. the lights in the gryffindor common room were slightly dimmed with a red tint, but still bright enough to see hermione granger flirting with your boyfriend.

granted, she didn’t know— nobody did, but that didn’t mean she have to grab onto his arm every time time he made a joke. it was upsetting to say the least, but it technically wasn’t your place to say anything but it took every ounce of self control to not walk over there and kiss him, showing everyone that ron belongs to you or ram hermione’s head into the wall; either worked for you.

you and ron had been secretly dating for a few months. you were both terribly afraid of what others thought, him more than you; he was a gryffindor with slytherin hating friends and you were a slytherin.

honestly, it was but fun in the beginning; pretending to hate each other, sneaking around, the thrill of possibly getting caught was exhilarating but now, now it just exhausting. you were tired of simply just hanging out in his dorm when no one was around; you wanted to be able to hold his hand in the halls and go out in hogsmeade dates like regular couples.

at times you questioned if he was ashamed of you but he assured you that he wasn’t— although you weren’t so sure now, it had been months and he had yet to tell a soul about the two of you and he was allowing hermione to hopelessly flirt with him.

to be fair, you weren’t sure if ron was even aware that she was flirting or not. but you, you knew. the whole common room could’ve seen it but ron wouldn’t recognize a flirt attempt if it danced naked in front of him wearing dobby’s tea cozy.

but you couldn’t do anything about it; you simply stood there, watching the boy you weren’t supposed to love but did, as girl— who, now that you think about it, is prettier— flirt with him.

your usual self confidence was being teared down, bit by bit, as you watched hermione bat her eyelids at your boyfriend. your finger danced along the rim of your red solo cup that was previously filled with beer, some muggle alcohol— which is nothing like butterbeer.

you honestly couldn’t blame ron, just look at her; she had perfect smile, big doe like brown eyes, and she was smart— ron always admired that about her. you knew that ron had a crush on hermione prior to the two of you dating but he always assured you that he didn’t have any feelings towards her anymore but watching them flirt gave you doubts.

“hey y/n, you alright?” blaise zabini had interrupted your thoughts, he attempted to look in the direction of your gaze “weasley? why’re you staring at him? you fancy him or something?” he asked teasingly.

“what? no! i’m not staring, i just— just zoned out, that’s all” you lied as you turned to the drink table to pour grab something stronger— firewhiskey.

blaise and you had been bestfriends since your first year, and you hadn’t told him about you and ron. you felt a bit guilty about it but ron always told you that you guys could tell people when the time was right, but the time was never right.

“alright then, but if you do fancy him you better hurry up because seems like him and hermione are going up to his dorm” he said casually while pointing his hand in their direction, ron and hermione were walking up towards the boy dormitory.

you turned so fast, you were sure your neck would’ve snapped. “what!” you felt your face redden and your stomach was doing flips.

“y/n!?” blaise called out after you but you were already half way to ron’s dorm.

your heart beat faster with every step you took, exasperation flooding through your veins. your hand— your body shook as it gripped on the door handle, you quickly prayed that what you thought what was going on, wasn’t actually going on.

you forcefully opened the door, the first thing you see being ron— shirtless. “ronald weasley! what the bloody hell do you think you’re doing!” you yelled out at him as if the door didn’t startle them enough.

“y/n! hey, what— what’re you doing here?” his eyes bulging out of his sockets as he jerks his head towards hermione.

“y/n?” hermione yelled out as she backed up away from ron with a rag in her hand.

you ignored hermione and turned to ron, “what am i doing here? i see you walk up to your dorm with another girl! what do expect me to do?” you walked closer to him, pushing on his bare chest with your finger.

“what? another girl?“ hermione mumbles to herself. “if i may—“ she interjects only for you to put your free hand in her face and shout out, “no!”

“how dare you ron! if you didn’t want to be with me anymore, just say so! merlin, you are infuriating—

“no, love, hermione spilled firewhiskey on my shirt!” he throws his hands up in defense as you kept walking towards him until his legs hit foot of his bed.

“i don’t give a damn if hermione spilled—“ you stopped yourself once you properly processed his words “she spilled firewhiskey on you?” you looked between ron and hermione, she was holding a rag, helping ron get cleaned up.

“yes, darling, firewhiskey; that’s why we came up here and why my shirt’s off” he explained before reaching for another shirt to slip on, and before you could apologize hermione spoke.

“l-love? darling? wait, wait— are you two together?” hermione babbled out like a fish out of water.

“surprise!” ron mocked jazz hands,

“nearly eight months” you add.

hermione’s nostrils flared as she walked up to ron “why. didn’t. you. tell. me.” she hit him with the rag between each word.

“y/n, i apologize if he has done anything stupid in the last eight months; he hadn’t had a girl tell him what he’s doing wrong” she said half-jokingly.

well now you felt worse; you thought hermione had tried to after ron, they really were just friends.

“i’ll leave you two alone now” hermione began to walk out the door, “oh and don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone; secrets safe with me” she said after peering her head through the door and ‘zipping’ her lips together and throwing away the key.

you sat next to ron, your heart was slowing down from the fast pace it was previously going at. after a few moments you started, “i’m sor—“

“i’m sorry” ron interrupted.

“why’re you sorry? i’m the one who went all crazy girlfriend.” you shifted closer to him.

“it’s understandable. if i saw you go up to your dorm with another guy, let’s be honest, i’d be way crazier” he placed a hand on your knee and sparks erupted. you were so sensitive to his touch that even the slightest graze of an elbow when you sat next to each other left your stomach doing flips.

“but i still shouldn’t have. you assured me that you and hermione were just friends and i didn’t believe you— i was just being insecure” you said the last part i’m a quiet voice, slightly hoping that he didn’t hear.

ron moved closer to you and wrapped an arm around you “there is no need to be insecure, you’re the only girl i want to be with”

“am i?” you asked, shifting away from ron.

“what’s that supposed to mean? there aren’t any other girls that flirt with me— right?” ron’s eyebrows furrowed.

“this isn’t about girls flirting won’t you l, i’m just saying— do you really want to be with me? am i that girl you dream of?” you stood up in front of him. your throat burned with every breath.

“of course i want to be with you!” this time he stood up.

“then why do act like you’re ashamed? why do we have to keep our relationship hidden?” you yelled out, partially startling ron. tears brimmed your eyes but you refused to let them down.

he walked up to you and grabbed the sides of you face. ron’s eyes were glossy and sunken; filled with guilt and sympathy. “i am not ashamed of you. i’m scared of what people would think about us— people would think ‘what a weird couple, she’s way too fit for him” he flayed his arms mockingly.

you playfully slapped his shoulder, “you care way too much about what others think, ron. besides, i’m tired of sneaking around.” you said more seriously.

“so what? you want to break up?” ron sat back down on the bed and pressed his lips together to keep from smirking.

you took a deep breath to keep yourself from ripping ron’s head off, “no, i— ugh, nevermind” you began to walk away

“i’m joking!” ron gently tugged your arm, and pulled you towards so you stood in between his legs. “y/n, do you want to be my public girlfriend?” he asked you as he wrapped his arms around you.

you put a finger to your chin, pretending to be thinking about it. “hmm, no thanks” you replied.

ron began poking and tickle at your sides.

“you know, if this is your way of getting me to be your girlfriend— stop it!— it’s not a very good one” you giggled in between words.

“merlin, you’re lucky i love you” ron breathed out, not quite realizing what he said.

“you what?” you asked breathlessly.

“oh shit, erm— i love you. yeah. i love you. that’s okay right? i mean you don’t have to say it back but if you want—“

you interrupted ron by kissing him, “i love you too” you mumbled against his lips.

everything worked out. ron loved you and you loved him back. fireworks erupted in your stomach every time you kissed him and your brain went foggy; focusing on nothing but him.

turns out that you are that girl he dreams of.

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demon-slayer-chaos · 3 years

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hi!! <3 can you please do a jealous muzan scenario and what do you think would his darling’s reaction be?

🌹~Jealous Muzan x F!reader~🌹

"Calm down honey."

Thank you for the request! It's very much appreciated! In this, The reader is Muzan's wife! Also, Bonus points for a request of my man Muzan♥️ -Chaos

Tw: Jealous Muzan. Angst, slight Yandere like behavior. Douma trying to steal you in a romantic way. Muzan getting ready to whoop some ass. NSFW themes mentioned (nothing actually happens) Btw there is some fluff at the end to make up for all of this chaos.

Requested: Yes

🔒Requests are closed as of now🔒

I sighed softly as I sat down on the large bed in my room. Today has been long and rough.

I've done nothing but hang out with the twelve Kizuki, and oh boy that was a mistake. A big, mistake.

All because I was bored, Muzan was out, doing whatever. I was forced to stay back because he's afraid if anyone finds out about me, His Human wife, I'll be tracked down and kidnapped, or even killed. I understand why he wants me to stay, but I can't help but get bored.

Yes, you heard me correctly, I'm Muzan's human wife, yes. Human.

Now, how did a person like me catch the eyes of a demon overlord? I don't really know... But, he's kept me around, and he says he loves me.

I can't help but think he's lying to me sometimes... I mean, I'm a human. Why do I matter so much to him? I've got many questions.. like, why hasn't he turned me into a demon yet? Why did he pick me? Why do I have to be hidden away from everyone?But never the less with all the questions I'm probably never going to get the answer to, he loves me, and I love him back...

But today, I was bored, And I decided to hang out with a few of the upper moons. Usually I'm not allowed near them, as Muzan doesn't want me getting hurt but I'm sure these demons know very well not to harm me.

It was fun, just hanging out peacefully, until Douma walked in. Anytime he was near me, he'd get extremely... Unsettling. He'd be lovey, and he'd want my attention, but as soon as I'd go to talk or even look at Akaza, or anyone else for that matter. He'd get slightly mad and direct my attention back to him.

"S/O! I'm so happy to see you my dear!" He'd always say as he'd pick me up and hug me tightly, I've gotten used to his hugs by now, so I just hug him back and hope for the best.

But this was the one time I didn't want anything to do with him, I just wanted to read in peace. But that clearly wasn't going to happen.

"S/O! I wanna do something with you!" He said excited, I looked up from my book and gave him a blank stare.

"Douma, I don't want to do anything. I just want to relax and read." I said softly, he just shook his head and forced me up off the ground, making me drop my book in the process.

"It will be fun! I promise." He said as he dragged me off. I sighed and went along with him. I looked back at Akaza and he just shook his head, he usually would have said something to Douma about respecting me, but it was already too late.

"Douma, what are you doing?" I asked as we stopped. We were in a small room, and there was a record player. The tall demon was fiddling with something by the record player.

"I want to dance with you darling." He said as he placed down a record and the music started. It was calm.. and hypnotic. He held his hand out to me, and I accepted it. By then, he pulled me closer to his chest, and he spun me around, taking his time to move us both elegantly across the room.

I couldn't help but smile, Dancing with an upper moon? I could never think of it happening. But here we are.

We kept dancing and laughing, he was right, this was fun. This lasted for quite awhile, we danced through two songs.

At the end of the second song, he pulled me closer to him, making us chest to chest, he then dipped me. I squeaked and hold onto him for dear life, as I was unprepared.

"You look so adorable when you're scared S/O... I'd like to see that face more often." He chuckled as he lifted me back up and spun me around around.

He kept dancing with me, even though I was tired, and I wanted to stop, he wouldn't let me go. His sadistic smile never leaving his face, I gently tried to push him away, but he just grabbed my wrists and forced me to stop as we danced.

"Douma please— I'm tired. I don't think my legs can take this anymore." I plead, he simply chuckles.

"Not yet my dear, there's something I want you to do~" He said teasingly, I rolled my eyes and sighed at his playful flirting.

"And that is...?"

"I want you to kiss me." He said boldly, My eyes widen in shock. He knows I'm married to Muzan...

"Now, I know what you're thinking. "But I'm married to Lord Kibutsuji." trust me, I know very well... But... I love you so much more than him my dear, I want nothing more than to make you mine without punishment." He said as he smiled, he then pinned me to the wall.

I was in shock, I knew Douma liked me, it's been very obvious, but I didn't think he'd be this bold about it.

"Douma... With all due respect, I will not do that. I belong to one man only, and that is Muzan." I said firmly. He didn't like that.

He looked over my body, lust building up in his eyes. I tried to push him away again, but it was no match for a demon like him.

He then leaned in, and kissed my cheek.

"You'll be mine soon enough... Once your body starts to crave mine just as much as I crave you." he spoke lowly near my ear. I closed my eyes in fear. I didn't like this.

All of a sudden, Doumas hands were removed from my wrists and I was in a pair of strong, comforting arms. It was my husband.

The demon overlord stared down at the demon, who was thrown off to the side and on the ground.

"Just what do you think you are doing to what's mine?" His voiced hissed out, as his arms wrapped tighter around my waist. Not enough to hurt me, but enough to know that he was being protective. I simply just melted into his touch.

"Ah, Nothing! I was simply dancing with dear S/O!" Douma said with a goofy, yet guilty smile.

"Having her pinned against the wall? That's not dancing Douma." Muzan said with anger. The other demons smile didn't fade away.

"You're lucky I don't murder you here myself... But, I don't want my pet to see such a disgusting sight. Consider this a warning." He spat as he teleported away with me in his arms.

And that's what has led up to now. I was exhausted and tired. But, I was in my shared bedroom with my husband, his arms were wrapped around my waist, and he wasn't letting go.

He had his head on my shoulder, and I just gently leaned into his touch, I could tell he was still jealous. It's been an hour since that happened.

"Darling... you know you're mine and only mine correct?" He asked. This is the first time he's spoken up since he found me earlier.

"Of course darling, I know that very well. I belong to you, and you only." I said softly as he started to gently play with my hair. I could tell he was still mad, but not mad at me. There's a difference, if he was mad at me, he would have locked me in here alone. I've learn to grow and adapt to his cruel behavior at times. So I can definitely tell when he's mad at me, or someone else.

"Then I hope you know I won't let anyone take you away from me... Not even my own Kizuki." He mumbled, I simply just sighed softly and shifted, so I was facing him, and sitting in his lap.

"You know what I realized about you?" I asked softly, he looked back at me.

"And that is?"

"You're cute when you're jealous. You get so protective of me, like my life has been threatened. I find it so adorable. Especially since you're a demon." I chuckled as I gently took his hat off. Playing with a few strands of his hair.

"A demon overlord being protective of a weak, small human. I can't help but find it cute." And with that, he smiled gently.

"You always manage to calm me down... You're so different from other humans.." he said as he pulled me into his chest, rubbing my small back and playing with my hair a bit again.

"This is exactly why I married you... Such a small, yet adorable pet." After he said that, we stayed like this. In each other's arms.

I yawned softly and eventually, I fell asleep, listening to the soft sound of my demon husband's heartbeat.

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oikadori · 3 years

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❥︎Hello Darling~

❥︎Can I have a headcanons when Oikawa's and Iwaizumi's s/o Knee injured in volleyball and can no longer move her leg and feel because of this pain but still wants to play volleyball

❥︎Sorry for my English

❥︎Thank you ~

REACTING TO THEIR S/O GETTING INJURED IN VOLLEYBALL

⇢ Includes : oikawa , iwaizumi , kita

⇢ Genre : angst , comfort , fem!reader

⇢ WC~ 1,3K

a/n : Yes ofc you can bby! Okay i got a little carried away with this one, thank u for requesting...I added Kita btw hope u don’t mind. lolz i had to investigate a bit about volleyball injuries uhm sorry if it is not very accurate tho

y’all look so sexc when u reblog <33

You forgot packing your knee pads in your sport bag, you were too

distracted by your boyfriend’s charms

It never crossed your mind that you would play your last match today.

Oikawa’s heart drops to the floor when he hears you hiccup through the phone

he vanishes from practice to meet you at your doctor’s appointment,

“Look at the bright side, we’ll be wearing matching knee suspenders now!”

He jokes but his smile quickly fades when you look away.

Your parents take you back to school and chat with oikawa for a few minutes.

The perfect moment for you to slip into the gym

“Y/n-chan! Are you here?” the echoes of the ball bouncing against the wooden floor hammers in his ears.

He freezes in the spot following your movements as he thinks of how to scold you next but the moment, he sees your leg faltering, his heart clenches.

“Shit!”

You curse, frustration mixed with pain swelling in your chest as you fail your serve the nth time. Your shoulders tense up, feeling two eyes piercing your back. But you quickly loosen up, the feeling too familiar to not recognize it.

“What are you doing?” Oikawa mumbles, taking wide steps towards you, head looking down

“what does it look like? I’m practicing”, you answer sharply, turning to face him.

Oikawa’s breathe itches and a dead silence settles between you two. You bite your lip, containing a hiss of pain, refusing to acknowledge your injure.

“Your knee can’t endure that!”, he snaps at you with glassy eyes, grabbing your wrists, noticing his own behavior in you

And it pains him.

“Don’t“

“You hear what the doctor said“

“Stop tooru!“

You squeeze your eyes in hopes it is bad dream, your bottom lip trembling too scared to face the truth.

“y/n-chan…”, he whispers, his hands loosing his grip to cup your cheeks so gently it has you looking up to him immediately “–you can’t play anymore”

He stares directly at you, using all his strength. Your hand travels to your chest, gripping harshly the fabric of your shirt, brows furrowed together as fat tears roll down your face.

“I-I just wanted to stay on the court for a little longer...”

“I know, pretty, i know”, his thumbs trace soft circles on your skin as you tear up. Your hold on his forearms is strong, feeling your body crumbling.

He feels tears forming on his eyes as your incontrollable sobs bounce against the walls of the gym.

Oikawa presses kisses on your wet face before pecking your lips softly stealing a slight smile out of you.

“We'll figure something out, i promise.”

losing a match was completely frustrating for you, so instead of going home you find yourself in the gym.

your ankle has been feeling weird for a time now, but you were good at hiding it.

so good in fact that your over-protective boyfriend hasn’t noticed it

the moment he finds you, he doesn’t waste time to scold you

“oi,y/n! you have to rest after a match! how many times do i have to tell you?”

his eyes pop out when your ankle makes a horrific sound, and you collapse on the ground.

the time stops except for iwaizumi, who is quickly lifting you bridal style.

“What do you mean by permanent damage?!”, you ask harsher than you intended to, Iwaizumi occupying the seat next you.

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to play anymore…Since when have you been pushing your ankle?” the nurse asks

Your boyfriend’s eyey widen, the new information. Suddenly he remembers all the times you slight limped during your jogs causing his jaw to clench

“Almost two moths ago…”

“That explains the amount of damage-” the woman sighs before heading to the door, “I’ll call your parents now, you two wait here”

After hearing the click of the door, Iwaizumi turns to face you, burning eyes scanning you but your mind is far away.

“Two fucking months?! Are you out of your mind?!” he grunts, anger printed on each of his words. He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing.

“And I was too fucking blind to see it”

He curses to himself, an angry vein pulsating on his forehead as he rests his elbows on his knees, eyes locked with the white floor.

“Sorry…”

The soft mumble you let out makes Iwaizumi shiver. He gazes at you, his chest feeling heavier as he watches big tears glistening on your face

“I’m sorry!!”

He bites his lip, a big lump forming in his throat as your breath hitches.

“ No, I didn’t mean to– Fuck! I should have notice it” he reaches one of your hands, shutting his eyes, unable to look at you.

“I’m so sorry y/n!! I’m supposed to take care of you and-“

His eyelids feel heavy, squeezing it your small palm tightly. You wipe some tears with back of your free hand before placing it on top of his.

“You always take good care of me, Hajime. It is not your fault.”

Iwaizumi’s features soften before standing up. He pulls you into his chest, pressing the back of your head against him as his other hand lays on your small back, making soothing motions.

“I’m gonna make sure you get better, princess”

after a full week of training you find your way back to the gym, eager to see your boyfriend

and of course, the second years doesn’t waste the chance to practice some blocks with you

you land awkwardly from a jump and your knee makes a dreadful pop

everyone freaks out

kita returns from the lockers to find a total chaos.

his face remains calm but his heart is hammering against his chest

he gives a cold stare to the twins and they are quickly searching for help

next thing you know the whole team is carrying you out of the gym

“It says it is an ACL”

“A what??” you ask, laying on your back on the nursing’s bed

“Anterior cruciate ligament injury”, kita says, reading the papers in the folder the nurse gave him moments ago.

‘Are you family?’

Kita took a moment to think about the question. Finally, he looked at her, his heart spoking for him.

‘Not yet’

“I-Is it really bad?”, you ask, eyes flooding with fear.

“It says these injuries don’t heal”

The air around you turns incredibly thick, difficulting each of your breathes.

Kita feels a stab in his chest at the sight of your pale face and teary eyes. He unconsciously moves closer to your bed, mind deep in thought as he feet take heavy steps.

You sob loudly and hide your swollen eyes in the joint between your forearm and elbow.

“I’m finished.” You exhale before sealing your lips.

He stares at the ceiling for a couple of seconds and then he taps your shoulder. Keeping your position, you roll a to the side, making a space for him.

“Not at all”

He caresses your hair, staring at the wall. You look at him, confused.

“But I won’t be able to play again–“

“And?”

You blink, your parted lips open to protest but Kita resumes his train of thought.

“You can still be involved in volleyball outside the court.”, you tilt your head, waiting for him to continue, causing kita’s eye to soften as he continues rubbing your hair.

“You have many other qualities and–” he brings your hand to his lips, placing a warm kiss. Kita smiles as your breath slows doing as he had anticipated.

“– whatever you choose, I’m gonna be here for you”

Your feel like crying again, tears prickle on the corner of your eyes but Kita wipes them away. You hold his hand in that position, enjoying the warmth his palm offers, feeling safe in his touch.

“I love you Shin”

His heart lightens at your words. He gazes down at you, a tender look grazing his features as he leans to kiss your nose.

“Rest for now my love“

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x you #oikawa x you #kita x you #kita x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #kita shinsuke

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dreamywriterinthedark · 3 years

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Recess sobs and bedtime resolutions

Pairing: fem!Reader x Spencer

Request: Ok so the reader is a psychologist and is married to spencer and they have a 5 year old daughter who gets in trouble for punching a kid because they picked on her because they didn't beleive her dad was in the fbi If that makes sense any who if you don't write this i get it I just want to see speancers reaction

Trigger warnings: bullying, physical violence. (let me know if i forgot something)

Category: fluff, slight angst.

A/N: thank you so much for this request! I hope you like it. The daughter sounds a bit older than 5, in my head she’s in the early stages of elementary school. Let me know what you think about it! I’d be glad to receive some feedback. (Btw I hurt my own feelings writing this, you can’t even imagine...)

You were in your office, a typical Tuesday afternoon until you heard your office phone ring once more. You held up your finger to make your client pause what they were saying, you picked up the phone only to hang up.

“I apologise for the inconvenience. Now where were we ?” you said trying to get your client comfortable again despite the ringing. As she was about to speak up again, your cellphone rang, Spencer’s name lit up your screen and that’s when you were starting to get concerned.

“I’m so sorry I have to get that.” You said exiting the office to take the call. You were happy to hear your significant other’s voice nonetheless you knew he wouldn’t normally call you during working hours.

“Hi darling, is everything okay ?”

“No, not really. The school called, there’s an emergency.” he responded wrapping his scarf around his neck as he was making his way to the elevator.

“What happened ?” you asked getting more and more worried.

“She punched a classmate in the face. Can you believe it ?!” he pressed the button 0 waving goodbye to his coworkers.

“What ? Our daughter? Jane ? Are you sure it’s not her evil twin ?”

“Eviler twin you mean ? No offense, Y/n, but if she had one, I’m pretty sure you would remember…”

“Alright, I’ll tell my secretary to cancel all my appointments for the day. I’ll meet you there.”

“Love you, bye.”

“Love you too.” You answered before hanging up. You made it a little bit of a rule to yourself to never say ‘goodbye’ to him because you thought that if you did it may increase the chances of you never seeing him again. You knew it was a bit silly but with all those times he was close to death, you’d believe in any superstition if that meant he would get home safe.

After taking care of your client and letting your secretary handle the rest, you hurried out of your office to drive to your daughter’s elementary school.

You pushed the interphone button, once you were allowed entrance you walked to the principal’s office. You softly knocked, when the door opened it showed Spencer sitting in a chair right across the desk, next to it was an empty chair meant for you.

“I’m sorry, I came as I soon as I could.” you apologized.

“Well, I assume you’re Jane’s mother. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Principal Walker.” he greeted shaking your hand. As you sat down, Spencer gave you his best polite white smile.

“Do you know what you’re here for ?” he inquired.

“You said our daughter was involved in a conflict with a student...” you answered.

“Your daughter punched a student in the face.” He said bluntly.

“Right…”

“Are you sure it’s Jane ?” Spencer asked still struggling to believe it.

“Wait until you see her knuckles...”

Spencer put his face in his hands in defeat, you rubbed his shoulder to bring him comfort.

“What happened exactly ?” you asked.

“Well, it was during the 10AM break. Jane went out to play with her classmates when a boy started arguing with her. Next thing we hear is a scream, the boy is on the floor crying.”

You and Spencer both looked at each other with an immense look of stupor.

“The boy, did he bully her ?” Spencer asked trying to find some innocence in the sweet child of his.

“Not that we know of.” answered the principal.

“Is he okay though ?” you questioned.

“Yes, just a minor injury. He went back home.”

You nodded, “So what happens next ?”

“We are giving her a warning but the next time something like this happens there will be harsher consequences than a simple punishment. Understood ?”

“Yes. we understand. Thank you for your time, sir.” you said as you rose up from your chair. Spencer and you both exited the room finding your daughter in the waiting lounge looking guilty as ever. You saw Spencer’s face look puzzled and hostile. To torture your daughter with even more guilt you told her to ride back home with her dad which she did not love but couldn’t protest.

Spencer hardly spoke to Jane the entire drive. He was dry, so much it looked like he ignored her. Jane was desperate to get him to talk to her.

“Please, dad. Don’t be mad at me!” she exclaimed.

“I’m not mad, I’m disappointed.” those words he pronounced cut like a knife. You knew that by seeing her dad’s reaction she would become aware of the gravity of her actions. And he actually wasn’t mad, at least not until he saw her pouting face. He loved her too much to be angry.

“Okay but can you just talk to me!” she whined.

“Oh we will, back home with your mom.”

That car ride lasted longer for Jane than usual. No music, no anecdotes nor laughs, just plain silence and introspection while gazing at the landscape.

Your house was in the suburbs near a forest, Spencer had all sorts of scientific arguments as to why living near nature was beneficial but you just loved the paysage before your eyes when taking your morning coffee. The location was perfect; in nature which means less pollution, noise and lower criminal rates yet a short car ride from the city which was full of cultural spots and with high quality education.

Jane tried to run up the stairs in hope to avoid her parents’ correction but was interrupted by your strict toned voice; “Not so fast, young lady.”

She shut her eyes stopping dead in her tracks, she lifted her stuffed animal and said to it “It was nice knowing you, fluffy.” She then turned around and sat on the couch.

Spencer was pacing around, “Why did you do it ?” He asked his daughter his voice slightly higher than before. She started melting in tears which truly pained him. You walked up to her, as you were sat on the couch next to her you started stroking her arm and drying her tears.

“It’s okay. We’re just trying to understand why you did that. There’s no way you would’ve done it without a reason.” you told her.

“Jeremy kept making fun of me…” she struggled to get out whimpering.

“How long has he been making fun of you ?” Spencer asked.

“Since Valentine’s day when everyone was exchanging cards but my box was empty.” You glanced at Spencer in shock of how long you hadn’t known your daughter was getting bullied, silently suffering.

“Honey, I’m so sorry you had to go through this.” you reassured her kissing her cheek and running your hands through her hair. “But what happened exactly that made you punch him ?”

“He made fun of dad, he wouldn’t believe he was in the FBI.” She answered tilting her head up. “I asked him to stop but he wouldn’t so I defended myself.” she affirmed seeming not so guilty anymore. You unwrapped your arms from her giving her a frown.

“That’s not how you deal with problems.” Spencer said sitting on the low table across the couch.

“Yeah, you could’ve talked to us first but you didn’t even try. You know you can tell us everything ?” You backed him up.

“I know but I thought I could deal with this problem on my own. You guys always seem so good at it. And I want to be just like you when I grow up.”

You glanced at Spencer both slightly smiling at each other.

“If there’s one thing I learned from my job at the FBI is that violence is never the answer. It’s only justifiable if it’s legitimate defence; when you life is in danger.”

“Dad, do you still love me ?” she asked watching her feet swinging on the edge of the couch.

“Of course, I love you. I always will, no matter what.” he responded taking hold of her hand. “Okay?” She nodded. She didn’t seem to understand that punching someone is wrong. You needed to have a talk with Spencer;

“Now go to your room and do your homework, we’ll talk punishment tomorrow morning.” You said.

“But-“ she protested.

“No buts, go to your room.” You ordered.

You joined Spencer on the couch, he looked completely defeated. “Hey, are you alright ?” You asked him while taking a seat next to him. “Yes.” He answered a bit too quickly. “I mean…No…Not really.” You knew exactly why he was feeling like this. “It’s not your fault, Spence.” you reassured him playing with his hair.

“This whole time…And I didn’t know she was struggling. What kind of father am I ?”

“I come home every night and I didn’t know about this. It’s not because of your job, it’s not because of us. I’m blaming the school, here. They’re the ones who are supposed to prevent bullying from happening.”

He rummaged his hair with his hands whilst his elbows rested on his knees.

“Plus it’s a good sign, she doesn’t get along with kids her age…” you said slightly smirking.

“How?!” Spencer asks slightly irritated due to his public middle school flashbacks.

“It’s a sign of high intellectual potential. Her emotional age is too advanced for kids her age to understand, they tend to be too insensitive for her. She believes animals and inanimate objects have emotions and that they are intelligent. She talks to her stuffed animal like it’s a pet. She took the pepperonis out of her pizza! Also she has an enormous amount of creativity and she’s highly sensitive to her surroundings. Have you seen how she profiled your every move and suddenly her emotions followed ? Just like you she’s protective of the ones she loves. She only punched that kid because he wasn’t exactly talking highly of you…”

“So you’re saying…”

“Our daughter could be a genius.”

“As mother as daughter.” he complimented with a smirk.

“Oh come on we know who’s the genius here!” you said slapping his shoulder playfully.

You both chuckled. You kept talking for at least half an hour to come up with a plan you both agreed to. It’s not good for a child to watch their parents disagree.

~slight time lapse~

An hour after dinner, you went up to your daughter’s bedroom as it was her bedtime. You leaned on the door frame admiring Spencer, sat next to Jane on her bed, reading a story to her about conflict to teach her what to do in the type of situations she got in. He learned that from you since you were a psychologist. He admired how resourceful and clever you were. He couldn’t be more proud to have you as his significant other and the mother of his child. Your foot made a cracking noise on the hard wood floor which caught Jane attention.

“Mommy! Come!” she exclaimed shaking her little hands.

“What’s up?” you ask sitting next to the bed.

“Me and dad were reading this book you got me and now i understand. I’m sorry for not coming to you first. I just didn’t like what they said about dad.”

“Honey, it doesn’t matter what people think of you. Seeking validation from people can be so unhealthy. If you keep bottling up your emotions you’re going to explode like a bomb and that’s no good.”

“Can you forgive me, mommy ?”

“Of course. You’re still growing, as long as you learn from your mistakes I’m confident you’re going to be alright.” You answered squeezing her hand. Spencer watched in awe, it reminded him how in love with you he is.

“Yes, please don’t ever do that again!” he said a bit too quickly with a high pitched voice that made you all burst in laughter.

“Alright, you should get some sleep.” you told her giving her a kiss on the cheek and tucking her in; “Good night, my love.”

Spencer kissed her temple and set aside the little book he was reading to her wishing her good night as well. You walked out switching the lights off. As you walked down the stairs you asked Spencer to stop in his tracks pointing your finger up; Jane was talking to her stuffed animal. You both had to muffle your laughs. The future looked bright.

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ackermanslov4r · 3 years

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A fic where reader is erwin's sister and before he dies he tells levi to take care of her and levi protects her but he also falls in love (btw this is the first ask I've sent to anyone in this fandom_ I'm a member here) but I also fell in love your writing 💕🌹

thank you 🥺!! ily I tried my best I hope you will like it! i loved writing this so so much ,i hope i made justice to your idea

“please levi,take care of her “

Erwin let Levi with two missions : killing zeke,and protecting his sister.

He failed the first one,or at least,didn’t fulfill it yet. Which let him with the second one,protecting y/n smith ,taking care of her. While this mission seemed more easy than killing a titan,Levi will have gracefully chose to fight a beast titan everyday to escape it,at least at first.

He wished to avoid y/n after her brother’s death,her face and personality being too similar to his,and this only reminding him of his loss. But,as the days passed, as he saw y/n fall apart,the weight of her sadness slowly breaking her, Erwin’s words were the only thing Levi was able to think about.

« Please Levi...You know her,or at least you’re the one who knows her better. You saw how every death affects her. How is it going to be if she lose her own brother ? Please Levi,take care of her. »

And,since then,because of his respect for Erwin,Levi became the secret gardien angel of y/n Smith.

....

It wasn't an easy task. He had to be careful and stay discret about it,knowing damn well that if y/n learnt about her brother's last request,she'll ask Levi to leave her alone and tell him that "she didn't need him". Which was pretty false since she had the habit to get in trouble almost everyday,always bumping into the wrong person,causing her to be the subject of their anger.

She also inherited of her brother's enemies. Since they couldn't get revenge on Erwin anymore,many of them thought that,if they couldn't kill the brother,they'll have the sister. But when any of them tried to touch even a bit of her hair,they had Levi Ackerman on their back in the space of a second,and died on the next.

Levi was more exhausted than he used to be at the end of his days. He was maybe protecting her too much,always being near her and intervening whenever he felt like she might get hurt,physically or emotionally. But he couldn't stop himself,his protective Ackerman instinct taking the lead of his thoughts.

The most challenging part of his mission was to protect y/n from herself. Making sure no one hurt her or that she wasn't include in a risky mission was easy for him,but taking care of her was something else. He never did that to anyone,except maybe to his old best friend Isabel,but this experience happened too long ago for him to still know how to act around someone who's sad.

At first,his behavior was pretty awkard,his acts sometimes causing more damage to y/n's mood. He felt useless ,not knowing what to do ,only being able to bring her a cup of tea. He couldn't comfort her with words,he knew that he wasn't good with these and he'll probably end up saying something harsh that will hurt her. Levi Ackerman could exterminate at least fifty titans without being exhausted,but he was left without weapons and solution to face the problem that was y/n .

But after a while,and some talks with Hange,he finally managed to bring some comfort to his dead friend's sister. He would randomly spend time with her,remaining silent or talking about a book he read,trying to keep her mind away from her memories. He gave her more works,knowing that it'll distract her. He brought her cups of tea on the daily,sometimes drinking his with her,and he slowly,with a lot of times,started to enjoy her company more than the one of anyone.It was strange to think that this girl he was so annoyed to spend time with at first slowly became the one he was looking after when he came into a room.

He stopped looking after and taking care of y/n because of his promise to Erwin,and started to do it because he wanted to.He didn't know if his feelings toward her where the one of a brother,friend or more,and he didn't want to think about it,the last possibility being too scary for him. He haven't even told her yet about her brother's last words,the fear of her turning her back on him and taking her distance stopping him from even thinking about it . He didn't know when she started to,but it seemed that y/n had the ability to turn Levi Ackerman into a weak man .

....

However,as time passed,their relation growing stronger and closer,y/n started to ask more questions about how her brother's last moments went. Levi always tried to avoid the talk,changing the subject,not answering or simply leaving the room . Y/n first thought that it was a too painful memory for the captain,but she soon realized that it was maybe something else. Levi didn't seem sad when she was asking him her questions,he seemed more...awkward,scared,stressed,ashamed and a bunch of other feelings she couldn't put a name on . So,after some thinking,she decided to confront him,her need of answer growing too strong for her to be able to wait until he decide to tell her what she deserved to hear,it probably being the last thing she needed to end her mourning.

She organized everything,wanting to be sure that he won't be able to avoid her request once again,and,one day,when he came to take some tea,she locked the door and confronted the black haired man.

"Levi.I'm going to ask you this question one last time,and i except an answer.What ...How...What did Erwin said before dying ?"

He remained silent,his eyes staring at his tea. He tried to act like he didn't heard,but the sudden clench of his jaw was denying it.

"I need to know Levi,please.I know that it'll help me"

"And what are you going to do if i don't answer ? "he suddenly asked,still not looking at you

The question took you by surprise and you thought for a few seconds before answering.

"I...I'll probably take my distance. I don't want to,but i don't see why...why you won't tell me. Maybe it's selfish of me,but Erwin his my brother,i deserve to know."

Levi eyes met yours,and you swore you could see fear in them. He didn't want to let you know because he was afraid you might think he spent all this time with you because of Erwin,and not because he truly cared about you,but if you ended up leaving if he remained silent,he might as well tell you the truth. With a sight,he put his tea cup on the table,and proceed to tell you everything. You remained silent,eyes opened in shock,tears filling them. You didn't say anything until he got to the promise part,to the moment he agreed to protect you. Your face turned blank and it felt like your heart was being beat up.

"Wait...So all these years...All these moments together...All this time,when I thought you were being caring because you had some sort of sympathy for me,it was because of Erwin ?"

It shouldn't have hurt like that,but you almost felt betrayed. Thinking your brother last thoughts were about you being safe and protected warmed your heart,but thinking that Levi hadn't been sincere this all time,only staying with you because of his honor,was the mort hurtful thinking no one ever did to you.

"No ! "he shooted,his voice being so loud that everyone probably heard him. He seemed hopeless,his whole body tensed by the fear of losing you. It's only in this moment,when you were ready to turn you back on him,that Levi realized the intensity of his feelings for you. It wasn't the love a brother give to his sister,or the love you give to a friend. It was the type of love you only gave to one person,the type he never wanted to feel but managed to without noticing it.

« I...Yes,at first ,yes I was doing it because of Erwin. But not any more. It’s been years since I stopped. »

You didn’t seem to believe him,the tears your were trying to hold ruining on your cheek whiteout you noticing. He hated it,he hated being the reason you cried,but he couldn’t think of a way to make you stop and believe him. Or,more exactly,he knew one and didn’t want to put it in action.

« Why didn’t you tell me sooner then? If you really had stopped doing it for my brother,why didn’t you tell me everything ? »

« Because ...Because ... » he was stuttering on words,your presence and his stress making him lose control. He was playing with his hands,his breath locked into his throat,and it was the first time that Levi Ackerman looked this vulnerable.It made you reconsider your anger,and a strange idea appeared in your head. What if ...No it couldn’t be.

« Because ? » you asked,your voice so low he wouldn’t have heard it if his intention wasn’t concentred on you.

« Because I...I started to...To ...I.. »

His eyes were begging you to understand,but your own mind was too confused by all the things he could mean,and you wanted,you needed to hear what he meant. The realization that he’d had to say it ,to put words into this thing he tried to avoid for so long ,hit him,and,in a low voice,he said very quickly :

« Because I fell in love with you. »

Your eyes opened in shock and you were left breathless. Your heart was pounding into your chest. So,you hadn’t dreamt all these years ? You were right about the way you thought he felt about you?

« It’s okay if you don’t feel it back. It’s okay . I’ll...I’ll leave you alone. Goodbye ,y/n. »

His eyes were shut to the floor,and with the saddest expression you ever saw him with,he went to the door ,ready to leave. When he started to open it,it was like you finally took control of your body again,and you grabbed his arm,making him look at you with surprise.

« I love you too Levi. »

#attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi ackerman headcanons #aot hcs #captain levi #levi headcanons #anime #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi aot

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alexisqueen-137 · 3 years

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How could I (D.M x Reader)

Hey guys, so this is my first fic that I am posting, I really hope you enjoy this, also, requests open! feedback appreciated whether good or bad, and i apologize if some bit’s in the story are a wee bit cringy... and btw the angst will be much more in the next parts! (btw I don’t write smut AT ALL)

warnings: angst, reader almost get’s raped, mentions of self-harm, mentions of abuse

Word count: 1k+

summary: Pansy uses the unforgivable torture curse on y/n, and after that y/n changes turning into a total badass, catching draco’s eye even more than before...fluff if u squint

The leaves on the withering grass indicated that finally, most finally, Autumn had come once more on the beautiful castle.

Students rushed from classes to see the wonderful sight awaiting them at the meadow. The biting breeze didn’t change their stubborn minds, infact, it most probably encouraged them to sit around the black lake, watching the giant squid with far-away looks in their eyes and pumpkin juice in their hands.

However, probably the only soul still inside of the towering castle walls was Y/N L/N. The crumpling, aching feeling inside of your chest was only growing and though you wished to let it all out, you weren't able to. Your burning tears were held inside of you too scared to fall and be for once free.

Staggering to the dungeons, y/n couldn’t breathe normally or walk properly because of the pain that wracked her body even until now.

And finally have you reached your dorm, you shut the door and made sure no one was there, only to fall on your knees and let all the tears you had been holding slip, slip onto your forest green carpet and dampen it.

It was a habit, a habit of yours to cry as silently as possible, because you were still haunted by your memories as a child being beaten up by your drunken father.

All the walls that you had built inside of you were now by this point fragile; cracking; falling apart...

y/n was not a foolish sensitive girl, oh you were much more. You were so strong to have gone through all of the trials and mishaps that would have destroyed most people. Even though, it still broke you...You were a human being too, in the end. These things you went through were the reason you made those thin scars on your arms and thighs with the silver knife you inherited...it soothes you, this act. It reminds you that you are a normal person who can still feel pain.

However, what happened to you this time must be the end of it all.

It all started when you entered your potions class which the Slytherins (such as yourself) shared with the Gryffindors. You were a bit late, which was unusual since you were one of the best students in your year. Always after Hermione Granger and before Draco Malfoy. Oh how you loathed him. He made your life hell and well...you didn’t need much of a reason to hate him.

you walked over to your seat next to Blaise Zabini, who was your best friend, since he was one of the only who didn’t mind you were a half-blood Slytherin. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley glared at you because they hate all Slytherins, albeit you never did anything to them...

you ignored them, half annoyed, half overlooking the whole situation. Professor Slughorn started explaining the properties of a well-made draught of living death as you took notes. Then Slughorn said something that caught everyone’s complete attention; he was giving away a small vial of liquid luck to whoever made the best living death potion.

Everyone started working, and you started working too, extra hard, because you reallyyyyyy needed that liquid luck. For a reason you would never admit to anyone but yourself. you wanted to give it to- yes, believe it or not- Malfoy. Not because you liked him or something, no you hated him, it was just that he kept bragging to the Slytherins how the Dark Lord gave him a job and he was chosen for blah blah blah...And you couldn’t really let him kill himself, right?

You side glanced at Potter to see how he was doing, only to see that instead of cutting up his Sopophorous bean, he was crushing it, getting much more juice than you, you followed his lead and crushed your bean with the back of your silver knife watching the liquid ooze out of it’s shiny shell...

*after class*

you put the golden liquid in your pocket feeling quite happy with yourself, you and Potter had made equivalently perfect draughts, earning the both of you felix felicis.

Just as you were heading to your next class, you bumped into (rather unfortunately), no other than Pansy Parkinson, the pug-faced slut. Apperently, she made it her all time mission to annoy the fuck out of Y/N.

“Watch where your going, Bitch” She retorted. You huffed. She continued, “I don’t think you can though, not with that ugly hair covering your filthy face!”

She cackled like the whole thing was so funny. You rolled your eyes, and then cleared your throught; “Bugger off, Parkinson, I don’t need you all in my face like spot cream or something, not that you would know of it, looks like you’ve never used it your entire life!” you smirked, not caring about the consequences this would bring.

Pansy’s eyes flared with anger, she said: “Think we’re so smart, don’t we? Forgot that your superiors (she said that while gesturing at herself) could handle you without much looking at your hideous face! You are sooo unbearable! First, you steal my Dracey from me (at these words you frowned, not knowing what she meant), and now you’re acting all snotty in my face, I think, it’s time for me to TEACH.YOU.A.LESSON! (she practically screeched those words) ughhhhhh I hate you so much, L/N, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU, YOU KNOW SO, crucio!” You gasped and before you could react an invisible force squeezed your bones and burned your skin, tugged on your flesh and stabbed you dozens of times at once; until you were screaming and wailing on the ground, writhing in agony, unable to do anything to that horrible skank, all until your vision went black and yout hit the floor, unconscious…

*after you woke up*

Unsure for how long you were out, you staggered up, and grimaced form the pain. All you knew that miss ruthless Pansy left you alone in the dark, cold empty hallway. All you knew was that the tears you were holding would burst soon if you don’t hurry to your dorm.

*present*

And now, after you had cried your heart out, you realized you didn’t just cry because of the physical pain, but from the mere thought of not being able to stand up to yourself and shoot back at the motherfucking bitch- Oh, how you promised yourself you would change that day. How you would be a new woman with a much bigger attitude, how you would take care of yourself.

And that’s just what you did.

*Two months later*

You had died your hair black from the top, and silver from the bottom, keeping it long, and you always made sure your hair was always wavy, you kept worn down all the time, and it framed your face perfectly.

Instead of the pants you used to wear, now you always wore a skirt underneath your robes, with black tights and short heels, not forgetting to add a dash of makeup. Not only have you changed your looks, but your attitude aswell. Anyone disrespects you, oh they will pay for it. Admittedly, you had to thank Parkinson for changing you like this, but you thought better than to.

You were top of your year and you helped people whenever they want. You were kind, but one hell of a badass.

However, you still thought about the day Parkinson cursed you, what had she said, I had stolen Draco from her? You didn’t understand that. You and Draco had no romantic relationship. Albeit, when you started to change, he found it better for him to be your friend. (Blaise couldn’t shut up about it, he was so relieved that both his best friends weren’t enemies anymore) After getting to know him better, you came to the conclusion that Draco wasn’t as bad as he seemed…not at all.

Yet, you still hadn’t given him the vial of liquid luck, afraid he might reject it from you.

*one day*

You took a bite from your green apple as you made your way to class, you would be 10 minutes early if you went now, but, since you had nothing else to do, you made your way into the empty hallway leading to the transfiguration classroom. you had this weird feeling that someone was watching you though...

As you were walking someone called “Hi honey”, you didn’t turn around, he was probably calling for someone else. “L/N, sweetie!” you froze. You turned around and looked at the boy behind you. “what did you just call me?” “You know what I said y/n. The boy got dangerously closer and you realized it was Theodore Nott, Slytherin.

He came forward even closer, pushing you into a broom closet. your heart pace was by now going so fast you were sure it was about to jump out of your chest. “I know you check me out when you see me, darling. Why don’t I give you what you’ve been wanting for a long time?” “g-get off of me” was all you managed. He came closer and trailed kisses on your neck, and you yelped. And maybe, just maybe, if you hadn’t screamed, and then who knows what would have happened.

From outside, someone yelled “WHOEVER IS IN THAT CLOSET LEAVE Y/N RIGHT NOW BEFORE I HEX YOU INTO OBLIVION!” You recognized the voice as Draco’s. you couldn’t help but sigh in relief when Nott let go of you in a hurry and you watched as he scrambled out. After he went and got hit with a couple of good spells, Draco rushed to you and got you out of the closet. Once he touched you you felt all the stress leave you, and you thanked god he came to save you.

“Are you okay? did anything happen to you? did that motherfucker hurt you? answer me, y/n!” without realizing, you’ve been holding a shaky breath. and at his questions, you covered your face with your hands and burst into tears. “H-he almost r-raped m-me..”

“It’s okay, don’t worry, I’m here for you” he cooed. And gently ever so gently, he pulled you into his grasp, tightly wrapping his hands around you. You stiffened, but then relaxed saying: “It’s been so long since someone hugged me...I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be held...”

(part 2 coming soon!)

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