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charcoallbaby · 1 month

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dirty little secret

smut! choking, cheating and reader gets tied up.

someone asked for a cheating matt so here!!! very rushed but hope you enjoy! happy to be writing again.

every friday at 6:30pm he was outside my door, waiting in his car until i came outside. the second he saw me close my apartment door after myself, he immediately got out of his car, opened the passenger door for me and got back into the drivers seat.

when i got into his car, he would greet me, drive to a enclosed area and fuck me rough in his back seats.

our schedule is friday night until sunday night. he fucks me for them 2 days straight.

no one knows what we do together. not his best friend, not my bestriend not even his own brothers know what we do on the weekends. well i know for a fact that they can hear us, well mostly me. he tells me to be quiet when he’s thrusting into me but i can’t help but scream from his size.

if i ever see him in public which i mostly do, he’s my boyfriends close friend.

my boyfriend tucker. brief summary of him; he treats me like shit, he can’t make me come(matt always makes me come) and he works late on weekends so i never see him, he doesn’t suspect anything.

matt’s brothers don’t know that it’s me he’s fucking. if they knew he would definitely be called out.

as i was saying, if i ever see him in public i can’t be caught looking at him, even when he’s talking. it’s one of his rules. he’s the quietest out of the whole group, so there’s not a lot of talking coming from him.

he rubs my damp panties underneath the table with his veiny hands, with long fingers and thick rings covered on them and no one bats an eye.

it was a friday night. it was my twenty-first. my best friend violet organised a party with all our friends, matt included of course. violet made sure it was at the bar my boyfriend works at, so he could “see me.” it’s only because they don’t ID and she’s still twenty. i made sure to buy a nice fitting dress that showed my curves and of course, my boobs were nearly spilling out of it, it was all for matt. i didn’t care if my boyfriend stared at me, i didn’t care if any random guy stared at me. all i cared about was if matt stared at me. i wanted him to punish me for wearing such a revealing dress around him, i wanted him to not be able to contain himself around me.

matt and his two brothers chris and nick walked in through the door.

my breathing hitched. he looked so good.

rings covering his fingers, a chain around his neck that i loved to pull and that i broke way too many times.

“happy birthday!” nick chimed. i smiled at him, trying to not stare at his brother. “thank you nick, thank you both for coming!” my eyes skimmed past matt’s. i made eye contact with chris and smiled at him. he was sweet. “of course, where’s the restroom though?” “i’m gonna piss myself!” chris squealed. i laughed. “it’s over there to the right,” i pointed towards the back of the building. “thank you!” chris ran off. “is violet here?” nick asked. “yeah, she’s somewhere in the crowd of people.” “come find her with me!” nick dragged me by hand into the group of people.

“nick!” violet exclaimed, taking her arms off her boyfriend and wrapped her arms around nick. “how are you?” he asked pulling away. “i’m good!”

matt stood behind us. i could fill his presence. “i’m getting a drink nick, what do you want?” he mumbled. “dr pepper, you better buy the birthday girl a drink!” nick turned me around to look at matt.

matt stared down at me. i gulped. “what could you like birthday girl?” i could feel the dampness between my legs begin. “malibu and coke please.” he nodded his head before making his way over to the bar. he went straight up to tucker, my boyfriend. i tried to indulge in the conversation that violet and nick were having, i couldn’t. my eyes kept reverting back up to matt talking to tucker and i wanted to die.

matt came back with the drinks. his hand briefly touching off mine. “thanks.” i mumbled. “i’m going to find chris.” matt stated. “okay!” nick looked between me and violet.

i walked out of the restroom, well i was walking until my body clashed into something hard.

“what do you think your doing?” he growled. i looked at his arm, tattoos. matt.

“w-what do you mean,” i stuttered. “in that little slutty dress acting so innocent,” he closed the space between us making me back into the wall behind me. “i’m not innocent you know me well matt,” i batted my eyelashes. “stop!” he wrapped his hands around my neck, gently squeezing. “harder daddy,” i teased him, a smirk planted onto my face. matt’s hooded eyes stared down at me. “listen to me baby,” his grip got harder. “we’re gonna go out there and your going to tell everyone you don’t feel so good,” “your gonna go back to your apartment, strip naked for me and wait until i punish you okay?” his left hand soft caressed my face. i nodded my head. “okay good girl go!” he let go of me. as i walked away matt lightly slapped my ass making me turn back at scowl at him. he had a pretty smile on his face.

“happy birthday sweetie,” tucker wrapped his arms around my waist. i cringed at the pet name, was he my mom?

“thank you,” i gave him a fake smile. “i don’t feel so good sadly, im gonna have to head home, i have work tomorrow anyway,” i pulled away from his grip. “but it’s just my break now?” he furrowed his eyebrows. “im sorry, i’ll make it up to you.” that was a lie.

it wasn’t that late when i got home.

i slipped out of my dress into something more comfortable and layed on my couch until i heard that very familiar buzzer sound.

“i missed fucking you in my car,” matt pecked my lips. “well you get to fuck me in my bed, that’s even better.” i pecked his lips back. “come on, i have a surprise.” matt held his hand out.

i layed down on my bed, my eyes closed as matt told me to wait. my heart was beating fast, i didn’t know what to expect.

i opened my eyes. matt grabbed a tie from his jean pocket. “hands up,” he ordered. i nodded my head and quickly put my hands up for him. he roughly tied my hands against my head board. “this isn’t even the start baby,” he kissed me. i whimpered underneath him.

he left to find something in the kitchen.

i couldn’t see what he had but i could feel it.

a cold ice cube met my stomach. i gasped as matt ran it down my stomach. he guided it with his mouth, slowly meeting my thighs. a cry escaped me as matt moved the ice cube to my soaking sensitive flesh. he rubbed it over my clit. i didn’t know how it wasn’t melted already. i moaned as he made me even wetter. “please baby,” i managed to speak. “no i’m enjoying you like this,” he spoke from below me. i could barely look down at him from my arms being restrained. i put my head back, frustrated.

matt left again for the kitchen.

he came back with another piece of ice in his mouth, hovering over me.

this time he lowered the ice over my nipples making them suddenly get hard and point up. i tried to move for some friction but nothing was working. “matt-matt please, i’ll do anything,” i was now begging. he pulled away from me, dropping the ice cube down on the ground beside my bed.

“what should i start with first?” he scanned my body. “maaaaatttttttt!” i whined. “enough!” matt gritted his teeth. my eyes rolled into the back of my head, i was too overstimulated. my body was in so much pleasure.

matt began sucking on my soft pink nipples, slowly and softly, torturing me, going softly on purpose.

he made his way down to my soaking core, that was practically begging for him.

his middle finger coated in my juices as he pounded it into me. all i wanted was to grab him, which i couldn’t do.

“your so pretty baby,” “looking like this for me,” he positioned himself inbetween my thighs. he gave me a sweet innocent smile as he slowly ran his tongue between my folds making me scream. “i can’t do it.” i cried. the pleasure was too much, making my eyes water. “look at you,” matt pulled away from me. my juices all over his mouth and chin. “your such a mess already and i’m not even inside you.” he pulled my clit into his mouth.

matt kept my hands tied as he thrusted inside me.

he grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders, so he could get deeper inside me. we were both a moaning mess.

i came. matt came.

“fucking ride me.” matt undid the tie around my hands and flipped me over.

i did as i was told. i rode matt like the good girl i was for him. he grabbed onto my hips and pushed me deeper inside making me lose control of the pace i was in.

less than 24 hours later.

“i know right?” tuckers hand wrapped around my waist.

matt was sending him daggers from across the room, he wasn’t staring at me. he hadn’t looked at me all night.

“thanks for the ride matt!” tucker shook matt’s hand. “of course bro,” matt mumbled.

“you coming?” tucker asked. “i left my lip liner somewhere in here, i’ll meet you inside okay?” i lied straight through my teeth. “okay, don’t be too long.” he winked which made my stomach churn.

tucker was now no longer to be seen. matt pulled me towards him. “your my dirty little secret baby, not him,” “are you gonna fuck him tonight?” he grabbed my face. i shook my head. “even if i did, i would think of you,” i gave him the most innocent look possible. “of course you would,” “enjoy your come-less sex baby, i’ll see you on friday.” he pressed a rough kiss against my lips.

i backed away and he let go of my face. i whimpered. “what’s wrong?” he titled his head.

i looked down at my skirt that was rising at my thighs. “that’s it,” “your mine now tell him to fuck off.” he kissed me hard and grabbed my waist.

sorry about it being short! i love you <333

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #smut #imagine #pov #matt sturniolo smut

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equallyshaw · 4 months

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little lion | Luke hughes au! ↠ when luke and liona meet. - fic. ↠ au Masterlist!

warning: underage drinking. word count: 1.4k+

if her father knew whose highrise she was at, and what she was doing- he'd kill her. no, scratch that. he'd ship her to russia, have her grandmother lock her in the basement and never see the light of day ever again. to be frank, liona didn't even know how she ended up here to be quite honest. her and her group of friends since highschool had been invited to a party in newark at an off campus house and then the next thing she knew they were here, after getting a 'better invite'. her and her best friend rain, stood in the corner waiting for gavin and chris to come back with drinks for them. they saw them emerging from the kitchen, and liona sighed. "i cant believe chris scored an invite to a new jersey devils place!" rain whispered yelled and liona smirked. chris handed her a red solo cup, and gavin gave rain one. chris wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulder, and sipped some of his liquid.

gavin and rain began to talk about whatever was happening at law school, while chris and liona just listened. they had no knowledge or the logistics of their degrees, so they just took in all of it as well as the drama. the two ended up rambling on their own while chris and liona looked at one another, before laughing. "you going to see andrei soon?" chris questioned, and kailey shrugged. "i don't know, my dad wants me to come home to visit and offered the Carolina game but i don't know." she said finishing her cup. "im getting another one." she said raising it a bit, and chris nodded. "if you're not back in 5 minutes, im coming and finding you!" he announced and she nodded with a small smile. she weaved in and out of some people, finding her way to the kitchen. she set her sights on a seltzer that was in the open bowl of ice, and snatched it quickly. "is that the last cherry?" she heard to her right, and she looked through the other ones before turning to the person.

she turned to the right seeing a tall boy, brunette curly hair and hazel eyes. she swallowed before speaking, "uh there's no-no more." she stuttered pulling some hair behind her ear. he nodded, "can you hand me a random one then?" he questioned and she nodded enthusiastically and grabbed him a random one. "thanks-" he waited for her to fill in, "uh liona." she responded holding her hand out, he took it softly "luke." he responded, and they let go of eachother's hand. "do you know dawson?" he questioned and her eyebrows crinkling gave him her answer. "who?" she questioned and he chuckled softly. "my teammate, who are you here with?" he questioned. "you play hockey?" she asked softly and he nodded. oh fuck, she thought. "um im best friends with chris." she said and luke made a face of recognition. "i know who that is, he's pretty cool." he said and she smiled widely. "oh yeah definitely wouldn't have kept him around all these years if he wasn't." she tried to joke but it fell flat. she looked at the ground before both of them tried to speak at the same time, "do you wanna-?" and "im gonna go." the two of them blushed and chuckled softly. "would you wanna go somewhere and talk?" he questioned, and she looked back towards her friend group. "ummm.." she trailed off turning back to look at luke. "we don't have to, was just curious!" he said and she shook her head. "id like that, i just need to go tell my friends." she said pointing behind her. he nodded and followed her back into the living room. "hey guys im gonna go -" chris cut her off by greeting luke, and doing a bro hug with each other. gavin also bro hugged him, with rain and luke getting introduced to one another. "were gonna go talk for a bit, ill let you know when im ready to go?" kailey confirmed, and gavin pushed her playfully while chris just nodded. the two walked off towards the small movie room that dawson had.

next thing they knew, it was 2 in the morning and the two of them had been talking for a few hours at this point. then she dropped a bomb on him, "you're dad is the alex ovechkin?" he asked eyes wide and wonder lighting up his face. she nodded softly, "ye-yeah." she said shrugging while looking down at her converse. "oh well, that's really neat! you said your parents are not together right? was the schedule too much and stuff?" he asked and she shook her head, "no uh, once she found out she was pregnant with me..they had already broken up and he ended up fleeing back to europe before getting some sense knocked into him. but they used to fight like cats and dogs, some of my earliest memories typically ended up in a fight. so yeah, they couldn't get along longer than a few hours." she hummed, biting her lip nervously. he nodded, "im sorry kai- i mean liona." he stuttered and the way he said her middle name, was heaven. "y'know nobody has ever called me just kai before...but i liked it." she hummed while her cheeks became even rosier. "kai, huh?" he questioned with a glint in his eye, as he grinned. she nodded, "liona kai ovechkin...a mouthful." she hummed shrugging. "its perfect." he responded. "my dad though just says lion or little lion, because apparently im the forthcoming of him or i guess the second coming..." she trailed off with her eyebrows creasing in deep thought. luke found it all quite adorable.

"lion..lioness... definitely suits you." he mused and she snickered. "well if you'd like i can give you permission to call me kai." she teased and his head cocked to the side a tad bit. the two were sitting next to each other on the couch, knees only a mere inch apart. both of them looked over at one another, and luke was debating if he should do what he wanted to do. and that was kissing her. while liona was telling herself he did not like her, he was just being nice.

luke began to lean in and a his left hand quickly found her chin, pulling her softly closer as he stopped a few inches from it. his gaze had been focused on her pink lips, and now they were gazing in to her brown eyes. almost as if to ask if it was ok. she nodded softly once, and his lips were on hers. his right hand came up to her cheek, as she pulled him in a bit by the neck. but luke being the gentleman that he was (because queen ellen raised him right) he did not go any further. they pulled apart, chests heaving a bit as their foreheads rested against each other's. liona was about to lean in again but he pulled his face away by a few inches, and he could see how much that hurt the girl. she stood up, pulled down her shirt a bit by smoothing it and cleared her throat.

"kai-" he said but she put her hand up, not meeting his gaze yet. she shook her head, "its fine. i totally get it, i don't know what i was thinking there for a second." she paused ruffling up her hair a bit, and looked up at him. "its fine, im not sure any guys would want to be with me anyways. so its fine, luke." she rambled before spinning on her heel, and heading out to find her friends. the group had dissipated just a bit. chris was the first one to recognize her from the small group he was in, and quickly made his way over. once he reached her, he saw tear in her eyes. his face and tone in full protection mode, "what happened?" he asked checking her body for any brusies or cuts. she shook her head, "id just like to leave." she said as her voice cracked. he nodded profusely, wrapping an arm around her back and leading her out of the highrise.

not without luke seeing the whole scene play out, and his heart breaking just a bit as they left with his arm around her.

oh lukey... will be doing a follow up to this (:

please like and reblog if you liked!

tags: @cuttergauthier

#luke hughes #luke hughes au #luke hughes x ovechkin #little lion au #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes fic #luke hughes imagine #new jeresy #new jersey devils #nhl #hockey #nhl blurb #hockey fic #nhl fic #hockey imagine #nhl imagine

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darling-i-read-it · 9 months

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Tea Kettle

Rupert Giles x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: literally nothing but smut, bj, unprotected smut, gray sweatpants (drooling)

Author’s Note: as always, smut is NOT my forte but i like to throw it out there every once in a while and he..id let him do things to me i wouldn’t confess to in church idk

Requested: by anon, i would do anything for rupert giles smut😫

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

“I don’t know, maybe you should both come out to the college and look?”

Buffy’s voice was borderline pleading. You had gotten used to her strength and independence. It was rare that she wanted help so admittedly. You suspected an ulterior motive, but didn’t say anything about it immediately.

“We can be there by dinner if you think you need it,” you said, honestly. Giles was in the shower. You could hear the sound of the water hitting the bathroom tiles. The gentle movement of his body as the pressure shifted. “But I think you’re just getting used to college and you want some normalcy.”

“I’m a big girl. If I felt that way, I would say it!” There was a beat of silence as you waited, toying with the phone chord. She let out a deep breath. “Willow has Oz. It’s weird!”

“It’s your first night. You’re gonna be okay.”

“If Giles had answered this phone call then he would already be in the car,” she complained.

“He’s a pushover.”

“I know! That’s why I like him!” You both laughed gently. You wanted to be there for Buffy, your natural inclination was to go to her. She had been like a daughter to you through her high school years, despite the fact that you were mildly close in age. You just happened to graduate a couple of years before she did. But you knew the feeling of independence needed to come from allowing her to fly. She was a big girl. She could do it.

“Buff.” She let out a soft sigh. “I’m not saying you’re on your own. I’m just saying you need some distance and some growth.”

“I’ve grown,” she pleaded. “I’ve killed a lot of people you know.”

“Vampires.”

“Potato potato.”

“You’re a big girl and it isn’t going to hurt you to stay a night with Willow like a sleepover.”

“God, you’re such a mom.” You snorted. The bathroom door opened. You craned your neck to the hallway from where you were sitting on the couch. Rupert was drying his hair, wearing gray sweatpants and a shirt. You raised an eyebrow. He didn’t notice, walking into the kitchen and fishing for the tea bags.

“Have a good night's sleep Buff. If you still need us tomorrow, call.” “I will. Thank you.” She hung up the phone. You put your back on the receiver.

“What did Buffy need?” Giles asked from the kitchen. His voice was smooth, the accent clear. He had sung some in the shower. It was a testament to how close he was with you.

“She was feeling a little homesick,” you admitted. “She’s gonna be okay.” You turned your body completely, putting your arms up on the couch back. You watched him through the kitchen window, his back turned to you. You could see his arms defined as he started to pour some water into his tea kettle. You put your chin on your hands, admiring him.

“We could’ve gone down to see her,” he said.

“She needs space.” He shrugged and glanced back at you. He did a double take when he noticed the wide eyes you were giving him.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Admiring the view.” He chuckled nervously. No matter how long you had been together, he remained slightly flustered at your words. “When did you get those sweatpants?”

“I found them in my drawers when I cleaned them the other day.” He was still looking for a job after the library burnt down. He had plenty of time for house maintenance and random spring cleaning duties. “Why? Do you like them?”

He came around the kitchen corner. You lifted your head up a bit and nodded, probably a little too eagerly. You reached your hand over the couch and nimbly grabbed at the chords on his pants.

“They look nice,” you said, looking up at him. He raised an interested eyebrow.

“I’ve just put the kettle on,” he told you, though his voice gave him away. Raspy, intrigued.

“So?” you teased. He let out a shaky breath.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, dipping down to kiss you. You strained your neck to kiss him back, putting your hand around the nape of his neck. He completely succumbed to you, easily, without more complaint. It had been so long since Rupert had known a love like yours and he was so consumed by it that it almost hurt. Your mouth opened a bit, to give way for his tongue, which entered quickly. You let out a brief breath, pulling away and diving back in. Because he was still standing (though hunched), you had perfect access to his waist line.

You slid your hands up his shirt, to the hem of his pants. He shuddered at your cold touch. His hair was still wet, dripping onto your face as you kissed. You gripped his pants, holding onto the top and slowly, slowly, moving them down. He groaned against your lips at the slow movements. Before you got too far, you stopped kissing him and sat up. He watched as you hopped over the couch so that you could properly get on your knees for him.

He put his hand on your cheek, your jaw. You looked up at him. He turned on his heels so he was leaning against the couch. Your fingers were still on his pants, not daring to move them any lower.

“Rupert,” you breathed.

“Hmm,” he moaned. “C’mon love,” he whispered. He put his other hand on yours. You tugged a bit, teasingly. He groaned.

You finally pulled all the way down, his boxers and pants falling to his ankles. His dick sprang to life. You almost made a comment about how eager he was despite his age, but repressed it. You wanted him inside of you.

You wrapped your lips around him, starting to bob your head without any more thought. You could hear his moaning and it only prompted you forward. He put his hand on the back of your head, bunched in your hair. You used his legs to sturdy yourself.

“Good lord,” he muttered, head falling back. You went on like that for a couple of minutes, always impressed with his ability to last. When you finally came up for air you were covered in him. You looked up with doe eyes that drove him insane. “Get up here.”

“Yes sir.”

You stood up, ignoring the tingling in your knees. He helped you by placing you on the back of the couch. You held your hands around his cheeks, cupping them as he worked at your pants. Once he started he was always eager to get inside you. The words that slipped from his mouth were unintelligible and loving, rough but careful.

You kicked your pants onto the floor. He put himself against you. He met your gaze. He looked at you with longing, lustful. You smiled loopily, your grip still on his cheeks.

“Rupert, c’mon,” you muttered. He took your go ahead and shoved himself inside you, wet by your need. He put his head against your shoulder as he started to thrust, no thoughts given towards anything except his desire. Rupert had never been a quiet lover and his grunts proved it. You hung your head back, feeling as he moved inside every inch of you, each thrust long and hard. What he lacked in speed he had in stamina.

You let out a yelp as he hit the right spot, your hair falling between the gaps of your back. You brought his face back up and kissed him, hungrily, his lips moving around by scarcely finding the right spot. It would’ve made you smile if you weren’t so tied up.

“God,” he whispered, voice coming out desperately needy. Shaky. “I love you,” he groaned. The tension in your stomach grew as he kept hitting just the right spot. With each thrust you grew closer. “Are you close?” he asked. You nodded, quickly, forgetting to stop.

“Is it okay-”

“Go ahead,” you grumbled. You didn’t want him to stop. You were on the pill. You pushed the danger aside and pulled him closer to you with your leg wrapped around his waist.

His thrusts began to get sloppier but you hardly noticed, your own high coming over you. Your legs shook, gripping his body to keep you steady, in case you fell backwards onto the couch. He let out a long moan, indicating his own release.

You let out a sigh, blissful.

He stayed inside you, coming down. You hummed.

“I’ll wear the pants more often,” he said, chuckling. Your laughter mixed in with his as the tea kettle started to whistle. You looked behind him and he followed your gaze, the laughter continuing. He moved out of you, the emptiness almost unbearable. “I’m going to get us something to wash us up,” he said. You nodded once.

You pushed yourself off the couch and walked over to the kitchen. You took the kettle off the stove.

#rupert giles x reader #rupert giles imagines #rupert giles x fem!reader #rupert giles smut #spicy tag

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kosije · 11 months

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Can I request a Hirugami Sachiro fluff wherein the reader accidentally/unintentionally confesses her feelings >^<

I rlly love your writing!! I dont see much hirugami posts so id rlly appreciate it if you wrote this!

a/n: so so so sorry for my absence ^^; thank you for your support and im happy you enjoy my writing! Lightly edited, feel free to lmk any mistakes :)

Spring just might be your favorite season. The cool wind, flower blossoms, and calm days at the park with your best friend, Sachirou, and his pup make it hard for other seasons to compete.

“I’m gonna take her for another lap around, wanna come?” he asks, beckoning the playful Maltese puppy, who’s the same shade as his hair with two taps on his thighs. The only word you can think of to describe him is perfect. The bright blue cloudless sky and green flower-dotted grass seem like they’re only as radiant as the man standing in them in front of you. His smile is dazzling and his white tee tight and khakis show off his physique.

You say you're still short of breath, hoping he couldn’t tell that you were gawking at him.

he nods, turning his focus to the Maltese and grabbing her leash.

Only once he’s out of sight do you smoothen out your floral dress and take a swig of the ice-cold lemonade he had packed in the basket holding the rest of your snacks. It’s one thing to find your best friend attractive. It was a fact that he was gorgeous. Whether it was you two walking through the halls, attending his volleyball games, or going to the park for a picnic, Sachirou always seemed to draw the attention of everyone around him. And just a light brush to his curly hair would have any girl falling for him. But in love?

You can tell you’re pushing it. Even if your diary has his name written on every page with hearts around it, you know he’s not yours. You’re his friend, and friends are only meant to be friendly.

So how come when you see the two run back a few minutes later, your heart skips a beat and you let yourself pretend the two- or three of you are on a date? After hours pass of talking, running, drawing, singing, dancing, and eating, you both decide to wine down at his apartment.

“I just feel that she’d be much better with the side character. I mean, they have way more chemistry.” You say in between snacking on a random bag of chips you grabbed from the basket.

“You’re better than me. If she ends up with the bad boy as a cliche, I might shit myself,” He says, laughing when you scrunch your nose to him and let out an airy laugh. You think you see his cheeks go pink, but before you can ask about it, his dog jumps between you two.

“Hey! Down girl!” He says leaning back to avoid being hit by her tail while you hide your chip bag and move to cuddle her, giggling over how Sachirou shouldn’t be so mean to her.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d believe she’ll to steal you away from me. Am I not cute enough?” He coos with a fake pout. Even if he is teasing, you can still feel your heartbeat spike.

“How could anything be cuter than you, Sachi?” You say subconsciously, still playing with his dog. It’s only after a couple beats of silence that you realize that was definitely not said in your head, and you feel a wave of embarrassment.

“I don’t know why I said that...” You mumble, not daring to look up and see his reaction. No matter how many excuses you tried to think of, none of them negated how obviously unfriendly you meant that.

“Listen I’m so-“

“Do you mean that?” His voice is soft, and against all of your reservations, your head turns up to face him. His lips are slightly parted, and his cheeks are flush.

You can’t find it in yourself to lie to him when he looks at you like that. So against the butterflies threatening to escape along with the chips, you breathlessly say yes.

His dog jumps from your lap, running off to somewhere you can’t bring yourself to focus on because his body is getting impossibly too yours. To the point where your fingertips are ghosting each other.

“How do you feel about me, really?” He asks his face now close enough that you can feel the shakey breath he lets out after the question. His eyes are steady on yours, but only for a beat does it flicker to your lips and you try your best to swallow the lump down your throat.

“I......What I feel for you is stronger than friendship. It has been stronger than that for a while now,” you confess, leaning into him with a rush of courage. “Is that... okay?”

“Is that okay?!” He squeaks, his voice cracking before tackling you down on his couch in a hug that almost knocks the wind out of you.

“Can’t... breathe,” you gasp, making him spring up and apologize profusely.

“A simple ‘yes’ would’ve been good,” you say, not being able to hide the elated grin pulling at your lips.

“It’s more than ‘okay’, stupid. Oh my gosh, do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? Being in love with your best friend is a bigger cliche than that movie we were watching.”

If the hug didn’t make your heart skip a beat, his confessing he’s felt the same way as you make your heart feel like it’ll stop right here.

“Tell me about it.” You say, watching his breath hitch before moving his hand to your cheek, pulling you closer to him by his feather-light touch moving to your chin.

Wordlessly, his lips catch yours, and you feel your head spin. His kiss is soft and intoxicating, but so passionate you’re left gripping on his shirt. You both pull back for hair, and his eyes glint like he’s looking at the stars.

“I love you.” The words are easy and flow effortlessly from your lips like they’ve been said countless times before.

“I love you too.” He says, with that same smile that’s always lit everything around him up.

Softly, he pulls you into his chest, reviling in the realization that all of his feelings have led up to (what was) his wildest dreams coming true.

And when you hear his heart hammering against his chest as he presses his lips softly on your forehead, only then is it obvious that there is no better season than spring.

#( ☆ ) haikyuu #( ☆ ) fluff #( ☆ ) sfw #haikyuu headcanons #hirugami sachirou #hirugami x reader #Sachirou x reader #hirugami sachiro fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

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urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites · 6 days

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hi! i’m not sure if your still doing the ship asks but if ur not just ignore my yapping 😋

i’m a girl, my pronouns are she/her and i’m straight

so appearance wise, i’ve got blonde hair that goes a little past my shoulders. my hair curls naturally but when it gets wet it gets crazy. my skin is tan and i’ve got SO many freckles. on my face and going all up my arms and down to my hands. my eyes are a blue/gray (i can never really tell if it’s one or the other). i’m short 💀 like 5”3. i don’t have any super distinguishing features except a little beauty spot under my right eye, a little bit below my lashes.

i’m glad that you asked for people not to use those letter personality things because i have no idea what they are. in terms of personality, id say ima chill person. i definitely feel instead of think, i try to be nice to everyone but if you do something fucked up then i won’t be mean i just won’t talk to you. i LOVE a girls girl. im a morning person and i like to be outside. im smart. i like to read and learn and school come pretty easy to me. i like asking questions about others more than talking about myself. if i was a character, my friends say i would be a mix of rory gilmore, charlie dalton, and ferb (phineas and ferb).

hobbies: reading (philosophy and history books are my favorite), surfing, photography, collage, rock climbing, drawing during math class (fuck math. i hate math with a passion), beach

fun facts: i’m really good at poker, i scaled my first rock wall when i was six, i run cross country, its easy to make me laugh, my favorite artist is the beatles, my favorite song is either kiss her you fool, or brazil (declan mckenna)

idk what else to put, i appreciate you for this!! i love reading the ships you do for other anons i like peeking into these random people’s lives.

🩵thanks

Your Fandom Ship: Sokka (Avatar The Last Airbender)

Explanation: appearance wise I think that he loves the way that you look I mean from your blonde hair to your face that’s just failed the freckles which he makes a lot of jokes about but I just think he loves it. I just really think that he would like your features. He thinks your eyes are gorgeous and would definitely joke about you being super short. I think he would like poking your beauty mark if you didn’t find that too annoying. He really likes your relaxed personality and it kind of contrast to his in sense of him being a little bit more chaotic and cocky. I feel like he would balance him out and just kind of remind him that he needs to sit back and chill sometimes. he’s also kind of sexist in the beginning and I feel like you’re the kind of person that would also like Suki kind of change his mind and turn him around about how women aren’t really that way, but just being your bad ass women loving self so I just yeah, I feel like he would definitely you would definitely be good for him in that sense. He’s not great with school or learning in general so I think he would be able to help him a lot with that with your kind of academic personality. You’re in luck because I also believe that soccer hates math with a passion and you guys could shit talk for hours on end together and make fun of your math teacher. He would love going rockclimbing with you and surfing with you as well. I think that he’s not very used to the idea of surfing because of where he grew up and kind of icy waters and when you introduce him to him, I can totally see him as being a surfer dude. I think he wouldn’t like reading himself, but if you read him an interesting section of your books, he would be fascinated. Maybe ask you some questions. anyway, I think he’s really goofy and kind of silly more comedic personality would contrast really well with your more serious academic one and I definitely love this dynamic and ship this duo 🧡🧡

#urlocalnonbinarybastardwritesanswers #atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar sokka #sokka x you #sokka #atla sokka #sokka avatar the last airbender #sokka x reader

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 1 year

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Midoriya's Harem and Adult Supervision

Welcome to: Midoriya’s Harem and Adult Supervision

Midoriya Izuku: WHY DID YOU NAME IT THIS?

Ashido Mina: AM I WRONG?

Midoriya Izuku: Mic is laughing at me right now as is Aizawa and Eri!

Sero Hanta: Eri knows about harems?

Midoriya Izuku:...

Midoriya Izuku: Given Eri chatted earlier and will spill around the school probably: Eri can kinda see/feel/remember stuff that hasn’t happened yet. She’s already talked about several time lines.

Kaminari Denki: Oh cool.

Midoriya Izuku: ID, my work studies hero, says it’ll either be permanent or temporary.

Ashido Mina: Will you help us figure out who good work study heroes would be? Pleeeeease?

Togata Mirio: Hey, firsties! Coming from us: don’t pick Uwabami unless you want to have media training.

Yaoyorozu Momo: Oh? Why not?

Togata Mirio: Oh, well- Neijire picked her the first year and got drafted into doing commercials. She asked why and it turns out Uwabami picks girls who either a) need a confidence boost or b) said red flags during media training class that need to be talked about.

Yaoyorozu Momo: Oh, well I was nominated and we received notes. Apparently, she thinks I could use a confidence boost…

Togata Mirio: yeah don’t. She has her heart in the right place but she kinda hamfists it a bit you know?

Ashido Mina: I got nominated to… and yeah it says ‘comments during media training were noted’. Oops.

Togata Mirio: yeah. She has a point, but she really needs to tell her interns it. She likes to play long games.

Sero Hanta: You mean logical ruses.

Amajiki Tamaki: Yaoyorozu, I know Fatgum mentioned to me he was offering you an internship. I suggest you take it.

Yaoyorozu Momo: Hmm, he would help me out greatly. I will take his offer then! Thank you senpai.

Midoriya Izuku: Togata, how are you?

Togata Mirio: Dealing. That’s all I’ll say.

Midoriya Izuku: Okay.

…

Togata Mirio: So, after that awkward pause: random question to start us off: what is everyone’s sexuality?

Asui Tsuyu: I assume we’re all into men given the future. But you’re right: who is fully straight or even gay among us?

Kaminari Denki: You guys are right. Though why didn’t we do it in our old class chat?

Jirou Kyoka: Mineta

Kaminari Denki: Huh? He’s bisexual to?

Jirou Kyoka: why didn’t he creep on you guys then?!?

Kaminari Denki: that I don’t know. Maybe he prefers women. I know he likes guys cause we talked about it once. He’s just not AS fond you know?

Sero Hanta: I suddenly want to shower. I mean all of us like guys but like he was creepy.

Kaminari Denki: True. So is everyone else up for sharing?

Yaoyorozu Momo: I suppose. We might as well to inform each other and because I am curious. How common is it for everyone in a single class of 20 to be part of the LGBTQ? Assuming Bakugou is I mean.

Iida Tenya: I believe as well clarifying if we are poly may help as I overheard Sero and Ashido speaking of it and the future. Not to pressure anyone however.

Midoriya Izuku: Well I’m bisexual. I supposed I’m poly of sorts? I wouldn’t seek it out on purpose but I’m open to it? I’d prefer everyone in a relationship though. My mom has a horror story about some friends of her who did a V style poly that ended badly.

Kaminari Denki: Ditto! Bi disaster and open to it but eh about trying to have it happen.

Sero Hanta: Pansexual and very poly. Open to monogamy though.

Kaminari Denki: what’s the difference with bi and pan anyway?

Sero Hanta: I like the flag more.

Kaminari Denki: ha, nice.

Ashido Mina: Bisexual and poly! Or at least open to it! Thought like Midoriya I’d want to be in a relationship with everyone involved.

Sato Rikkido: Gay, and monogamous.

Ashido Mina: Valid!

Togata Mirio: Bisexual and poly!

Amajiki Tamaki: Gay and monogamous…

Tokoyami Fumikage: I am demisexual. Desires of the flesh take long to form though I do find people attractive aesthetically which draws my soul in. The female and male body does this, while due to my curse of companionship I am poly.

Uraraka Ochako: I think most of us are poly or open to it. I am. I am also bisexual!

Asui Tsuyu: I am bisexual as well. However I am Monogamous. I have thought on it and do not like the idea of more then one partner.

Kirishima Eijiro: SO MANLY EVERYONE! I’m bisexual and monogamous to! My dads tried to be poly a while back and the train wreck sadly just solidified my thoughts on me not wanting that. It can work out! I have some aunts who did it! But I prefer to not risk it!

Jirou Kyoka: Oddly enough: I’m a woman leaning bisexual who is poly.

Ashido Mina: Wait, really?

Jiro Kyoka: Yeah. I thought about it for a while but frankly guys rarely turn my head. It’s Midoriya and Aoyama in our class so far.

Aoyama Yuuga: Ah! My friend, I am bisexual and poly as well~ though I am the opposite and prefer men.

Ashido Mina: and your thoughts on Jirou hmmmm?!

Aoyama Yuuga: Ah, I like twunks and emos or goths so I am quite pleased.

Midnight: Ohho! What’s this I have been added to?

Jirou Kyoka: Midnight is the adult supervision?

Midnight: well I am the sex and gender specialist at school and am very well versed in Queer relationships. Plus I am firm about consent in personal lives! So it makes sense. For those interested in my own life: I’ve been openly bisexual for years ❤️ continue on~

Iida Tenya: I am bisexual and open to poly as well

Jirou Kyoka: we’re just ignoring that?

Iida Tenya: Yes

Yaoyorozu Momo: Understandable. I am demisexual like Tokoyami, and not to sure about the poly question.

Shouji Mezou: I’m gay and open to poly.

Kouda Kouji: Umm… I’m kinda just into people? Labels are weird. And monogamous. I don’t really wanna date so many people 😖

Ashido Mina: VALID.

Sero Hanta: yeah! Don’t worry dude.

Todoroki Shouto: I believe I am like Aoyama. I have been attracted to women and men but prefer the male form. As for multiple relationships I am unsure. Perhaps I am into it. I do not know.

Ashido Mina: your dad sucks. I mean I assume its why.

Kouda Koji: not everyone really knows though.

Todoroki Shouto: actually Endevaour might be a bastard but he’s very supportive of that stuff. I think he threatened my grandparents when they pushed my sister to marry a man despite her being a lesbian.

Ashido Mina: (meme of the Worst Person You Know has a Good Point)

Todoroki Shouto: what’s that?

Yaoyorozu Momo: Todoroki I’ve known you since we were children: don’t.

Todoroki Shouto: But I get so much mileage…

Kaminari Denki: … ARE YOU TELLIBG ME THIS HUY KNOWS MEMES AND JUST FUCKSNWITH US?!?

Yaoyorozu Momo: Yes he does.

Todoroki Shouto: It’s fun.

Shinsou Hitoshi: huh, sounds like the hero course is really just full of assholes but funny ones.

Shinsou Hitoshi: Pansexual and poly btw. For me pan means I really just do not see gender.

Hagakure Toru: guess I’m the token straight here! Only into men, and also I’m monogamous. Kinda boring I know.

Ashido Mina: What are you talking about?!? That’s not boring girl!!!

Hagakure Toru: ♥️♥️♥️

Ojiro Mashiro: I won’t lie: I'm currently thinking about it. I thought I was straight until the sports festival. Gotta think about that now.

Ashido Mina: Midoriya is so cute he transcends sexualities!!!

Monoma Neito: Obviously Midoriya is superior then you all. For those wondering I am gay and polyamorus though I doubt any of you can draw me in.

Ashido Mina: you literally were with Shinsou in one future but go off I guess.

Hatsume Mei: Sapiosexual and open to All!

Ashido Mina: Sapiosexual?

Yaoyorozu Momo: attracted to intelligence

Hatsume Mei: Yep! If you aren’t smart I don’t care about you. Gotta have someone to help make my babies after all!!

Hatsume Mei: Midoriya! We need to get together to work in the support labs!! I want those baby making books!

Midoriya Izuku: How about after work studies?

Hatsume Mei: Fiiiiiine.

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-The Uwabami bit is kinda also from my ‘Izuku has multi soulmates’ story. I wrote it purely due to annoyance at a hundred Endeavour redemption fics, but like only one time having something nice for her. So here: she purposely goes after those who either need some confidence or need a lesson. She hides it to try and see reactions/if they figure it out.

-... did this chapter do anything? Yes and no- it made it clear who’d potentially be in poly relationships… and also was just fun. If you guys want to see more of the future pairings, check bits and bobs.

-Ojiro would term himself ‘Queer’ in general. He considers himself straight mostly but he’s got a few exceptions such as Izuku and even Kaminari (though he doesn’t know that)

-Hagakure being straight was only cause I wanted one straight person and I have ideas for the others. I nearly made Tsu straight to but she gives off bisexual vibes so… yeah

#bnha #bnha au #boku no hero academia #videos of the future #photos and videos #izuku midoriya #class 1a #group chat

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clutterclownstories · 2 years

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eddie munson x ftm reader BUT it’s a coming out love story eddie doesn’t know his bf is ftm

- 🕸

-A forest bird never wants a cage-

Word count: 0.6k

Edited?: Nope! I wanted to get this one out fast.

Genre: Mainly fluff

Pairing: Eddie X ftm reader

Prompt: Eddie and M/n are going on a walk to a pond to hangout, and M/n decided that he wanted to come out to his boyfriend.

Notes: This was poorly made, but I was about to go on vacation and wanted to get this out ASAP so it wouldn’t just sit there.

Eddie laughed, bringing his hand up to ruffle M/n’s hair, “dude, there's nothing to worry about; if anyone sees us, we’ll just hightail it out of here.” They were walking through some private property; it was supposed to have a pond, well, according to some random kids at school. “What if they call the cops?” M/n retorted, thinking of everything that could go wrong. His pace started to slow till he came to a stop. “I don’t believe this is a good id-“ “Listen, M/n, if I feel like anythin is going to happen, we’ll leave. Honestly, this whole place looks abandoned, so I think we’re in the clear”, Eddie had turned around to face M/n at that point. He had a slight smirk plastered on his face. “Plus, it’s not hard to give you a scare. You’re a chicken, ya’ know?” “I am not!” M/n was quick to respond, but Eddie had already started to chuckle and move up closer to M/n. “You and me both know you’re afraid of literally anything. It’s almost like I gotta hold your hand whenever we go anywhere like this.” He turned around and motioned for M/n to come closer to him so they could keep walking.

The rest of the walk was mostly a comfortable silence. The crunching of leaves under their shoes, the wind blowing through the towering trees that were starting to go bare even though it was still a comfortable warmth, and the twinkling stars above that gave enough light to make sure they wouldn’t run into anything. The area around them smelt of pine and open fresh air, which would soon be replaced with a smell some would describe as a skunk. After a few more minutes of walking, they could both see a clearing that seemed to open up to a small pond. The moon and stars reflected off it from this angle, almost making it look like a mirror. “Well, it seems like they weren’t lying about a pond being here.” M/n offered a simple yeah in response as he started to walk ahead of Eddie towards the pond.

“This thing is clearer than I thought it’d be; it looks like we could swim if we wanted to.” M/n gave a slight shrug, watching Eddie get closer and closer to where he was. “We didn’t bring anything to really go swimming in, but maybe another time,” Eddie responded, setting down his bag and then setting himself down beside his bag. M/n came back towards him and sat down beside Eddie. Anxiety was building in M/n like a volcano threatening to burst. He hadn’t told Eddie that he was FtM, but if he wanted to continue this relationship, he felt like he needed to tell him (don’t follow this advice, kids!) “Listen… Eds,” M/n started, looking away with a shudder, “I really hope this doesn’t affect our relationship; I really really like you, okay? But uhm, well, I’m uh, I was kind of like… born a girl? I mean, I’m not a girl now; I just… uhm.. have a different body from someone born a guy..?” It was quiet for what felt like an eternity. M/n turned to look at Eddie to see his reaction, but before he could, Eddie wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. “Something like that would never ruin our relationship, okay? Thank you for telling me M/n; I’ll always support and love you, ya’ know?” M/n released a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. “I love you, Eddie.” It came as a near whisper, but it was enough. “I love you too, M/n.”

I’m definitely not proud of this one, but YIIIIPPPPE a new Eddie story on my new Fic Blog!

Anywho! Requests are still open!

BYEE BYE!

#eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie x male reader #x male reader #gay #gay pride #ftm pride #trans pride #FtM #reqs open

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mahnameloren · 2 years

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Tankman x reader x steve part 2

As you drifted to sleep, the tank stopped all of a sudden and you just passed out.

You liked the tank and you wanted to stay forever.

"Y/N!"

"Wake up!"

"She'll be out for a bit, just keep going this is a waste of time!"

"No! I think she's dead.."

"SHES NOT STEVE! I checked her pulse and she's alive now keep going!"

"Fine! Just... she looks hungry and she's also hurt... can we stop by somewhere to get something to eat...? I'm kinda hungry myself to hah!"

"Fine."

"Alright, We'll get going now!"

"Okay Steve, whatever you say..."

"Wait, Cap"

"What."

"How do you feel about....you know, letting her join the squad....?"

"WHAT! That's the worst id-

"Pleaseee"

"Ugh! Fine! This is the only time I'll let you do something you want.."

"Yay! Thanks Cap! I'll trai-"

"No! I will. Besides I'm the Captain"

"Your right about that part, let's go."

The tank shakes as Captain gets out of the tank from the top, you heard the whole conversation and woke up.

You: I'm joining the squad...?

Steve: that's right! Wait you heard the conversation?

You: I was all ears.. *~YAWN~*

Steve: oh, well you better get ready we're stopping for food..

You: right, hey you guys happen to have some clothes here? I stink.

Steve: oH- uhm... well.. we do have some of the uniforms...

You: oh, where is it?

Steve: around the corner I'm pretty sure.. hey I'll check

You: alright.

Steve gets up from his seat and he looks for your new uniform.

Steve: I found it!

You: great!

Steve: are you going to change now..?

You: yeah?

Steve: alright, Cap! Come down please!

Captain: what.

Steve: we have to get out for Y/N! Shes Going to change!

Captain: this is why I don't let girls in the squad...

You: shut up, I would have not been here if Steve didn't convince you.

Captain: no need to get violent now princess, let's go Steve...

Steve and captain get out of the tank so you can change. You can hear the conversation going on outside.

Steve: I- hey! There's no way you like her already!

Captain: it's just a nickname chill! I hate her real name.

You: YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A NAME DICK HEAD!

Captain: SHUT UP AND JUST CHANGE!

You: LOOK WHOS PRESSED *~AGGRESSIVE LAUGHING ~*

Steve starts laughing along with you.

Captain: S-SHUT UP YOU TWO

Steve: well then don't be mean!

Captain: I wasn't being mean I was speaking facts!

Steve: whatever you say Captain..

You change very quickly and the fit looked similar to Captains and Steve.

You: all done! You can get in now.

Steve: hey! We got you some food Y/N

You: thanks! But what did you get me?

Captain: a burger.

Steve gets in the tank and gives you the food

You: thanks...where are we?

Steve: I really don't know.. I've been looking around for a bit and I couldn't figure out where we were, let's just say we're in the middle of nowhere..

You: do you just drive at free will steve?

Steve: maybe, I'm not sure I just drive!

You: oh that's nice

Steve turns around at you and smiles at you blushing. You return the favor by smiling back.

After a while, the tank sounded kinda dead..

You: I'm boreddd

Captain: who gives a shit

Steve: I do!

Captain: bro 😐

Steve: I'm just trying to be nice! What do you want to do Y/N?

You: I'm not sure I'm just... bored..

Steve: oOo! I know! Let's train you!

Captain: I'm down

You: same! Let's go!

You, Steve, and captain get out of the tank. He leads you to a random spot with a bunch of dummies and a revolver, your favorite gun.

Steve: do you know how to shoot a-

You: YES YES YES!

Steve: alrighty! Try!

You grab the gun and reload. Once you reloaded you aimed the gun at one of the dummies and shot at the chest of the dummy.You can tell that Steve was impressed and so was captain.

Steve: wow... I guess you pulled that off pretty well... now let's go shoot a real person!

You: I'm sorry what 😀

Steve: don't worry! The person your going to shoot is a enemy!

You: okay I guess...

Captain: are you sure you actually want to shoot someone?

You: I did it before I got here so I don't care that much!

The person you were going to shoot was man or a women. You aimed but you remembered that revolvers wasn't for this type of stuff.

You: hey I know I'm good at using a revolver and all, but can you give me a sniper by any chance?

Steve: sure!

Out of nowhere, Steve pulls out a sniper and you were shocked, there was never a sniper in the place you were in.

You: thanks...! How did you even get a sni-

Captain: shoot already!

You: okay,okay chill!

You aim your gun at the man and shoot him in the head. You wanted to shoot him multiple times for fun so you did.

Steve: chill Y/N! He didn't do anything to you, yet..

You: yay! I got him in the head!

Captain: you got him everywhere now let's go..

You: Okayyy!

All of you walk back to the tank. You crawl in the tank and settle down.

Captain: hey, Y/N.

You: yeah?

Captain: you just showed me that you can be on the team even without Steve convincing me. Well done princess. Here's a reward.

Captain hands you a beer and forces a smile, it was kinda cute so you started to blush.

You: bro I love your smile

Captain: y-you really like my smile or are you just lying?

You: why would I lie?

Captain: you deserve more then a beer, soldier.

You: oh really? Then give it to me.

Captain: whatever you say...

You feel captain getting closer to you and feel his lips touch your cheek. You start to blush and touch your cheek, looking at him. He was also blushing.

Captain: well I better get going now...

You: yeah... cya cap!

Steve: what was that all about...

You: I don't know, I actually liked his smile though *~fake whines~*

Steve: *~laughing~* we better get some rest now!

You: we actually sleep here?

Steve: yup, here's a blanket I'll be sleeping on the floor.

You: I will! I like the floor!

Steve: alright, whatever you say beautiful!

You get on the floor wondering why they are calling you names like princess and beautiful. You kinda liked it so you left it alone. You feel asleep in seconds because of how tired you were.

This is nothing like Steve or Captain 🔪

#tankman x reader #tankman steve #tankman #tankman series #x reader

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crazycookiecrumbles · 2 years

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Hi there! I got around to reading everything you have for tasm peter parker and for johnny storm, and then I got to thinking…how would these two act around each other and having a crush on the same person (aka one of your stark readers)?? And would reader just be amused?? Would she struggle with choosing between them two??? 😱

Something for the Crumble!Verse. Oh, how I love this one.

For this, we'll be using The Stark!Reader from my Frank Castle Series: A Terrible Taste in Pizza. I think she'd be a real treat for this; Johnny Storm; and we'll use TaSM! Parker:

A Trio of Terror

Johnny Storm x Stark!Reader x Tasm!Peter Parker

Johnny wants what he wants and Johnny gets what he wants.

When he sets his eyes on our Stark!Reader, said eyes basically turn into two giant saucers and he's on a fastlane directly towards her.

The competition comes when one Peter Parker also sets his sights on you, and he's just as smitten.

The two find you at the same time, on the same day, at the same Avenger's Day celebration in Midtown Manhattan.

Peter's taking pictures for a little extra side cash, Johnny's there to have pictures taken of him, and get a few numbers of the Ironettes.

It all changes when they both see you.

Johnny is hot on your trail. He knows who you are, but he's never actually seen you in person, and he likes what he sees.

"Y/N Stark, pleasure to meet you. Name's Johnny Storm, you can call me Torch."

"Ew," you grimaced. "I thought the whole 'stupid playboy' thing was an act. This....this is disappointing."

You left with a pat on his shoulder and a remark to step up his game. Johnny spun around in surprise to watch you walk away. He liked a challenge.

Meanwhile, Peter slammed into you and was a stuttering mess of an apology, blushes, and struggling between taking your picture or leaving you alone.

"That's okay," you stared at his press badge, "Parker. Peter Parker? I like your work. You take great pictures of Spider-Man."

"T-thank you, Ms. Stark," Peter swallowed the lump in his throat. "Id' love to take a great picture of you, actually, for the uh, the press. You know, the uh, the, the paper."

Your smirk resembled a cheshire cat and Peter could feel himself falling through different realities as he stared at you and wondered what level of sour patch kid you were: sour or sweet?

"I bet you would, pretty boy." You spun around quickly and struck a pose, "Eat your heart out."

"I am," he squeaked as he took your photo.

"See you around, Parker," you winked. "And tell Spider-Man I said hi."

Oh, he would. He definitely, truly would.

Johnny would see the interaction between you and this random dweeb, and he knew he had it in the bag. He was the Human Torch, what was some little dork with a camera going to have that he didn't have?

"Hey, Stark," Johnny caught up to you and walked backwards in front of you as you kept it moving. "You, me, Cipriani -- "

"Cipriani is overrated."

"Lady's choice, then."

"Jacob's Pickles, Tuesday, 7:00. You need a reservation."

"Done," Johnny said. "Then after, you can be the dessert."

You laughed loudly, "Hey, I doubt it."

Johnny did not feel threatened by the prospects of some camera boy now that he had secured a date.

What he didn't expect was just days after his date with Stark, that Spider-Man would be hanging around her too.

The two were spotted when Spider-Man saved her from being crushed by a car that had flipped down Broadway because of a particularly angry mechanical Rhino.

Spider-Man saved the day, and the girl, and was casually leaning on the wall beside you, who was clearly smitten by the spandex-clad hero.

It was worse for Johnny when people started to post Twitter photos of you casually ordering dumplings standing next to Spider-Man, who was soon becoming distracted by bending down to take photos with kids.

Johnny was so angry.

Spider-Man, our boy Peter, was so happy. He was happy that his hypothesis of getting close to you by using Spider-Man seemed to be working.

But now Human Torch was starting to get in the way.

If Spider-Man was spotted anywhere near Stark Tower or you, Human Torch was flying in and crashing it by being a third wheel.

If Johnny Storm was seen on a date with Y/N Stark, Spider-Man was coincidentally stopping a crime nearby and dropping in on their dates.

It was a back and forth between the two of trying to ruin the other's date with you caught in the middle. They were always trying to outdo the other one.

To be honest, you didn't hate it.

I mean, really, you got so much food out of it.

But they were growing tiresome, it was a constant back and forth and now you weren't even getting to finish these meals because they kept interrupting each other!

Their fighting over you took a turn one day when they nearly started to physically fight each other in the middle of the street.

"Enough! God, this was so fun until you had to be such men about it," you snapped. "Johnny, you need to learn I'm not just a conquest for you. Spider-Man, I," you sighed. "I don't even know you, really, and I'm being very respectful by not doing my research and figuring out who you are in ten minutes, but this shit we've all got going on? Has to stop. The fun is over and now it's just exhausting."

It did nothing to stop Spider-Man and Johnny Storm from being at odds with each other. Their quips were something fierce, and the two made sure to emasculate the other at any moment.

You, however, sat back and watched the show. These two were absolute idiots.

In the back of your mind, however, you did wonder how that photographer you met was doing.

A/N: Hope that was okay!

#johnny storm x reader #peter parker x reader #stark!reader #crumble!verse #johnny storm x stark!reader #spiderman x reader #tasm #tasm peter x reader

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tarosin · 3 years

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the great adventures of y/n tubbo and ranboo - welcome home ranboo

this is an extra to the great adventures series

the journey to the airport felt as though it was never-ending. you and tubbo were honestly so excited to meet finally ranboo in person. you sat leaning on tubbo showing him random TikTok's you had saved on your phone trying to pass time

“Are we there yet”

“he’s still on the plane y/n he’s landing in around ten minutes”

every few minutes tubbo would check his phone then start typing making sure to cover his phone screen so you couldn’t see what was going on, you didn’t think much about it as you assumed it was for privacy reasons little did you know the messages were about you and the surprise he had planned out.

once you all arrived at the airport tubbo wrapped his arm around you as it was extremely busy and he didn’t want you getting lost or leaving the group, this worked for a while you both sat on a bench near the gate where ranboo would show up however not long after you received the message from ranboo and told tubbo you decided to go and stretch your legs by walking around the airport with lani. tubbo didn’t realise this until he saw ranboo and turned to tell you only to notice you were no longer sat next to him and lani had also disappeared. a group of people ran over to you to tell you that they loved the ranboo merch that you were currently wearing at first it caught you off guard as you didn’t realise you were wearing merch you just put on whatever clothes you had left at tubbos

“thank you”

“ranboos one of my favourite creators I was watching the vod from when he was playing a horror game with y/n wait… oh my god are you y/n”

you laughed slightly before nodding you didn’t expect people to notice you today so you didn’t exactly put effort into your outfit and like ranboo, you rarely streamed with your camera on so it was a surprise to you that people recognised you. one of the girls recognised you were with lani and asked for pictures with you both. luckily ranboo noticed the crowd and sent lani a message

ranboo: tubbo and I can see the pair of you so stay there we’ll come over to you, tubbo has been telling me y/n will probably want pictures or a video for a vlog would you be able to film it? when the crowd leaves I’ll come over just nod when you’re ready

lani: yeah sure of course

after a few minutes of talking with your community and taking group photos, they thanked you and walked away. at some point, lani nodded to your friends and began recording, you looked up to lani tilting your head to the side

“heh, why are you filming me”

before you had time to process what was happening you heard footsteps getting closer to you before being dragged down to the floor by a rather excited teenager

“hello y/n”

“RANBOO HOLY SHIT”

you sat up only to be pulled back into ranboos arms

“my beloved were on the floor of an airport we should get up before we get in the way”

ranboo stood up first before helping you up, lani got several photos and a decent video at this point you were still confused as to why lani was recording you but you’d find out later.

after collecting ranboos suitcases you made it back to the car, ranboo sat in between you and tubbo. you sent tubbo a message questioning whether ranboo had ‘movie money’ on him which ended up with you and tubbo both stealing a dollar bill from ranboo

“I'm going to frame it”

“I'm going to put it in my scrapbook when I get home”

everyone in the car laughed a bit which confused you little did you know you were about to find out why.

once you all arrived at tubbos he took you to the room when ranboo would be staying

“ha loser you have to sleep on a couch”

lani started filming as ranboo pointed to two suitcases that weren’t his

“see them suitcases over there…they’re not mine, they’re yours”

“heh”

tubbo joined the conversation holding back his laughter and excitement

“whilst we went to pick up ranboo your parents stopped by to drop them off”

“I don’t understand”

“you’re staying here with ranboo”

“in other words, y/n were both moving in for four months”

you didn’t know what to say, rather than using words you pulled the two boys into a hug the three of you were extremely excited, let’s just say the next four months were going to be amazing.

as soon as it was revealed on tubbos stream you and ranboo were staying with tubbo for four months Twitter went crazy within two hours there were several screenshots and artwork of all three of you sat together there were even clips of you and ranboo playing on the mcc server and the two of you hiding from Scott every time he showed up.

the night was ended by you and tubbo showing ranboo the scrapbook (which was luckily still at tubbos) you had been working on

“boo do you wanna help do a few pages”

“id love to”

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I’ve Got You - Marcus Rashford

A/N: my first marcus imagine!!! i'm so sorry this is so late, and it gets so rushed towards the end. i really hope i've done this justice! i'm still getting to know marcus, so i hope this is okay 🥰

It had been a long time since Marcus had been able to go out and party with his friends. With international duty for the Euros and the devastating loss, swiftly followed by club duty only to be sidelined by his shoulder injury and pending surgery, Marcus wanted to let loose for a while and forget about his troubles.

‘Baby girl,’ his voice echoed throughout your shared flat, the last syllable elongated.

‘Yes, my love?’ You replied from the sofa, nose deep in one of your university textbooks. You third year of journalism was intense, but you still absolutely loved it. Your aspirations of being a news reporter for the Manchester Evening News were becoming more reachable with every term.

‘Have you seen my Balenciaga shirt? I swear I saw it in my wardrobe the other day.’ A snort left your lips.

‘You mean your floordrobe? I washed it, I put a load of whites in the other day. Should be either hanging up on the clothes line or folded in one of your drawers.’ Silence followed as Marcus searched for the elusive shirt, before he appeared in the hallway, dressed in black skinny jeans, the shirt he’d been looking for and his usual white Air Forces gifted to him by Nike a couple weeks previously. ‘You look like you’re going somewhere,’ you remarked. Marcus nodded, typing quickly on his phone before coming to sit next to you on the sofa.

‘Jesse, Jadon, Luke and I are going out for the evening, might be a late one. Fancy coming along?’ He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear as you contemplated the offer.

‘I’d love to, but studying calls. I’ve got a presentation soon, so I need to prepare for it.’ His shoulders slouched. He loved partying, but nights out with you were always the best. You were responsible, but also knew how to have a good time. Knowing all the good clubs from your time at the University of Manchester was a huge plus.

You and Marcus had actually met at one of the clubs. It was your first year of university, and you were new to the area having moved up from the south to start your university career. Marcus had come to your rescue after seeing you being chatted up by a guy who wasn’t taking no for an answer. Having pretended to be your boyfriend to get the guy away from you, Marcus realised that he wanted to get to know you better. He asked for your number in a moment of brazen confidence, and had asked you out the day after when you’d both sobered up. You weren’t usually the type to pick up a guy while on a night out, but the stars aligned on that night, and you hadn’t looked back since.

Your thoughts were brought back to the current moment. Marcus was at the counter, looking for his keys, wallet, mask and ID.

‘Sure you don’t wanna come, love?’ He asked, bending down behind the sofa and wrapping you in his arms.

‘My heart says no but my head says yes.’ The two of you shared a laugh at your conflicting answer.

‘Alright, babe, my Uber will be here in a few minutes, I’ll see you later this evening, yeah?’ You turned your head to kiss his cheek, and he gently held your face to kiss your lips goodbye.

‘Be safe, text me if you want me to pick you up, yeah?’ You called after his retreating back as he hurried towards the door.

‘Will do, bubba, love you!’

‘Love you too, have fun!’ The door opened, and he left, the sound of a car door opening and closing following a short while later.

Facing a quiet evening ahead, you switched on Netflix and put on the new series of Unsolved Mysteries, which had been on your watch list ever since it was released the week before. Not bothering to cook, you ordered a pizza, and feasted by yourself as you filled your head with statistics, facts and opinions about the history of the BBC.

Your phone blared loudly beside you, your ringtone of September by Earth, Wind and Fire catching you unawares. Groaning and realising you must have fallen asleep on the sofa, you groggily picked it up, noting that the time was just past 2:30am.

‘Hello?’ you grumbled. A barrage of loud music, even louder voices and a car engine hit your ears, making you rub your forehead at the change of volume.

‘Y/N, it’s Jess, we’re about 5 minutes away, Rashy got himself really drunk,’ Jesse’s voice was slightly muffled, and you assumed that you were on speaker as he tried to wrestle his taller teammate into his seatbelt or something.

‘Okay, I’ll get stuff ready, see you soon.’ He thanked you and hung up, leaving you to hurry around to get a pair of joggers and a clean shirt from Marcus’s wardrobe, followed by a glass of water and made sure that there was a packet of painkiller ready for the morning when Marcus would no doubt have a pounding headache.

The buzzer to the apartment sounded, and you answered to allow Jesse and Jadon up, knowing that Marcus was too gone to know where his keys were. Shortly after, the doorbell rang and you hurried over to answer it.

‘Hey guys, thank you for bringing him home,’ you whispered, trying not to wake up your neighbours.

'Oh look, it's my babyyyy!' Marcus yelled loudly when he saw you. Even in his intoxicated state, and even with your hair in a messy bun, no makeup and bleary eyes from sleep, you were still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

'Shhh, Rash, neighbours,' Jadon winced.

'I need everyone to know that I was literally jumped by some random girl at the bar, but I pushed her away from me and was like "bore off, I have a girlfriend! And she's the love of my life! And I don't want anyone else!"' You didn't know whether to be thoroughly embarrassed, thoroughly amused or thoroughly endeared, so you just thanked the boys for bringing him home.

‘Safe trip home, guys.’ They closed the door behind you and you heard them head back downstairs. You put your arm around Marcus's shoulders and helped him inside.

The next step of the process was getting Marcus out of his party clothes. ‘Rashy, baby, I need you to help me get you undressed and into bed, okay?’ He grumbled to himself as he tried to get his arms and legs out of their respective holes of his shirt and jeans. It surprised you how an agile footballer could be so uncoordinated when inebriated.

‘Help,’ he mumbled. You were distinctly reminded of your six-year-old cousin you sometimes babysat, but decided not to say anything; you didn’t want to upset your boyfriend.

‘Alright, baby, arms up!’ He obeyed and lifted his arms up in the air, allowing you to finally take his shirt off. Tossing it into the laundry bin, you cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead. ‘I’ve got you, darling. There we go.’ His jeans came off soon after, leaving Marcus in his boxers, looking thoroughly exhausted.

‘Want cuddles,’ he slurred. You giggled.

‘Drink some water for me first?’ After some deliberation, you reached an agreement, and he drank a glass of water. ‘Okay baby, you feeling okay?’ To answer your question, Marcus flopped onto the sofa, completely passed out. ‘Guess we’re sleeping here tonight,’ you snorted to yourself, quickly fetching a blanket and a few extra pillows. Gently lifting his head up, you placed them under him, making sure he was lying so that he wouldn’t strain his neck or hurt his shoulder more. You carefully climbed in next to him, acting as the big spoon, and pulled him close to you.

‘Thank you, Y/N,’ a small voice whispered, still slightly slurred, but this time you assumed it was caused more by exhaustion than alcohol.

‘Always, darling.’

Needless to say, training for Marcus the next morning proved quite a challenge.

#marcus rashford #marcus rashford x reader #marcus rashford imagine #marcus rashford x you #manchester united #england national team #england football team #england imagine #england imagines #football imagine #he's so cute i adore him

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princehrry-writings · 3 years

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Angel with a Shotgun

here we go. this popped into my head after i watched a tiktok about angel shots. if you go on a date and don't feel safe for any reason, please please please find a safe way to remove yourself!! asking for an angel shot is a great way to do that!!

WARNING: tw mentions of implied SA, stalking, harassment, police, EMT's, hospitals, alcohol, being drugged, swearing,

please don't read this if any of this stuff makes you uncomfortable. i don't get graphic with anything but still, put yourself first and be safe!! i love you <3

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Harry Styles x Reader

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It started off as a normal night. Y/n had met this guy in class and he’d asked her out for drinks. She didn’t get any bad vibes from him, none of her friends had heard anything bad about him, so she deemed him a suitable guy to go have a fun night with.

She’d met him at a bar just off campus and was having a really great night! The pair were dancing and talking and laughing, genuinely enjoying herself for the first time in a long time on a first date.

In Y/n’s experience, usually guys were creeps and girls never decided she was what they were looking for, so she had a hard time in the dating world. This guy, Jack his name is, seemed ok. Keyword being seemed.

She should have known. When he asked to meet her at a bar all the way across town, she should have put it together that he wasn’t what she was looking for. He didn’t put up too big of a fight when she insisted they meet at the bar closer to campus, that way she would know people there and be in a familiar place if she needed to get away from him quickly.

When he started making comments that were off putting to her, things she doesn’t really want to repeat in fear of actually vomiting all over the table, she starts looking for a way out. He keeps trying to play footsie with her under the table and is getting visibly frustrated at her lack of participation, so she tells him she’s going to get them another round of drinks after finishing the one that was already on the table and quickly exits the booth before he can protest.

Harry had been watching from across the room at the bar, seeing this couple who looked like they were on a first date. He watched as they laughed and talked, getting to know each other. But as the night went on, it seemed the woman was getting more and more uncomfortable.

He had told his coworkers to keep an eye out for the two in case anything was to go down, and when he sees her get up and make her way over to his bar, he has a feeling he knows where this is going.

“What can I get for you, love?” He asks her, leaning over the counter to hear her better. She sniffles a little, and takes a deep breath. Leans in before timidly asking.

“Can I get an angel shot?”

Harry’s senses are quickly kicked into gear and he nods, gesturing to his coworker that he’s gonna get this taken care of before meeting her on the other side of the bar. What neither of them had realized was that 1. Jack was walking up to them and 2. he had slipped something into her drink apparently because suddenly she could barely hold her own body weight. Harry caught her before she hit the ground and Jack rushed over, playing the part of concerned boyfriend but the bartender saw right through it.

“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to back up.” He tells the man, authority very present in his voice. Jack doesn’t take well to this, eyebrows furrowing and voice lowering in defense.

“S’cuse me mate, but I’m gonna take my girl home. She’s had a few too many, f’you know what I mean.” He chuckles and goes to scoop her up. Harry stops him, putting a hand on the guy's chest, stepping between the girl and this guy.

“You'll do no such thing. This girl has obviously been roofied and it’s you she was running away from. The only thing you’ll be doing tonight is talking to the police, who are making their way in right now to do with you what they will.” Harry says, watching the color drain from this bloke's face. He turned around, ready to make a full run for it but was stopped by not only the police but also a crowd of other guys who heard what was going down and were ready to step in if assistance was needed.

“I didn’t do anything wrong here! She was trying to take advantage of me!” He cries as he’s put in handcuffs and taken away.

“Yeah, it’s obvious the one who’s passed out cold because she was drugged was trying to take advantage of you.” Harry yells after him before turning around and scooping the girl into his arms. Due to the commotion and the presence of not only police but also paramedics, the premises was cleared and the bar was shut down for the night. Harry held the passed out girl close to his body, having had his coworker fetch his jacket from the break room to keep her warm now that the club wasn’t filled with body heat, and waited for the paramedics to come in for her.

When they come in and place her on the gurney, she starts to stir. Little whines and groans escape from her and the EMT’s check her vitals, deeming her stable and letting Harry know she’s going to be ok. He decided to follow to the hospital just so she has a familiar face when she wakes up and has someone to explain her situation that isn’t a scary doctor.

. *

It’s a few hours of unrestful sleep at her bedside and his co-worker showing up with a change of clothes for him when she finally starts to come to.

Groaning and reaching up to hold her head but realizing her arms are too heavy to move, she rasps out, “Where am I?”

“You’re in the hospital,” Harry explains, wanting to reach out and hold her hand but not wanting to startle her, “You’re ok but the doctors wanted to keep you overnight for observation.”

“You’re the bartender I asked for the angel shot aren’t you?” She questions after a pregnant pause. He hums a confirmation and she looks over his face a few times, before tears well in her eyes.

“What happened?” A few tears fall from her eyes. She can’t remember much after leaving the table, just the sight of green eyes and curly brown hair nodding at her when she asked for the shot. The rest is pretty much a blur, just random flashes of scenes she can’t quite make out in her head.

“You came over and asked me for the shot and then a few minutes later you passed out. The bloke you were with slipped something in your drink. And unless something happened at the table that I didn’t see, then nothing else happened. Do you remember anything happening at the table?” He explains, hoping her answer is no.

He’d learned her name from the EMT’s who checked your ID once you were loaded into the ambulance but he didn’t know the name of the man she was with. He realizes she doesn’t know his name either.

“No, was just being a sleazy dick. I don’t know how he could have slipped me something, I didn’t get up before I went to you. Must’ve turned my head for a bit too long. God, I should’ve known this was gonna happen!” She groans but he shakes his head.

“You can’t blame yourself for this, darling! He’s a sleazeball, a no good lowlife. S’not your fault.”

“What’s your name?” She voices, peering into his pretty green eyes.

“M’Harry,” he smiles, timidly reaching for her hand, rubbing his thumb soothingly across the soft skin.

“Thank you for staying with me Harry! For helping me…” Y/n says quietly. He shakes his head with a small smile.

“No need to thank me, pet. Would do it over and over again.”

Her smile, while tired and defeated, was enough to show him her gratitude. She feels a weight lift off her chest, hearing that nothing bad happened after she got to him.

She knows it’s probably just nightingale syndrome, but Y/n thinks Harry is terribly adorable. With his messy brown curls and tired green eyes that make it look like he hasn’t slept in ages. She thinks she could see herself going out with him, which is an odd thought considering what happened last night. You’d think that would be enough to turn her off to men for good, but there's just something about him. But now isn’t the time to bring any of that up.

“I’ll call a nurse, tell em’ you’re awake.” He voiced, making his way to the door after gently placing her hand back on the bed.

. * .

“Ms. I’m just calling to let you know the restraining order has gone through. You won’t have to worry about him anymore.”

Y/n felt a weight lift off her chest. After months of being harassed and stalked, she would finally be left alone. Harry leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek, stroking the loose hair out of her face.

“S’ finally over, lovie. It’s all over!.” He whispered in her ear, pulling her closer to him, rubbing up and down her thighs. She felt tears spring to her eyes, tears of relief, tears of joy, but also tears of sadness because the last few months had been some of the hardest of her life. She was ready to move on and be done with this nightmare.

When Jack had found out Y/n and Harry got together after that night, it’s like it activated something inside him. Like he thought she was just playing hard to get and he had to literally stalk her to get her attention. He seemed to think she was playing a game. Somewhere in his twisted little mind he had the audacity to think she actually wanted him.

He’d sit right next to her every single class period and would get up and move next to her when she tried to get away with him. He’d show up at her house, sitting across the street just watching her front door, he’d call her phone and text her, he’d wait outside her other classes and follow her around campus. She complained to her university, told them what was going on and they didn’t really do anything. She went to campus security and they brushed it off because “She wasn’t in any danger. He just wants to get to know you.”

So she finally was forced to file a restraining order. Her case was still open, from when he got arrested that night at the bar. They're charging him with second degree assault and criminal harassment because apparently she’s not the only girl he’s done this to. Many other women had spoken up since news of that night had spread around campus. Yet still, the university did nothing.

Harry stood by you every step of the way, picking up the shattered pieces on hard days. He wanted to beat the shit out of this guy and he would if it wouldn’t interfere with the case. He knew you needed him and he didn’t want to chance anything.

There was a pregnant silence between the two lovers. Just letting the silence wash over them, letting themselves breath freely without this weight suffocating them, they basked in it.

It wasn’t completely over, because there was still a trial, but he wouldn’t be coming around without getting arrested again.

That was enough for Y/n to breathe easy.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Little Bones 3

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series); harassment, general creepiness.

This is dark! (biker) Thor x chubby!reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: You’re a city girl stuck in a small town, but Birch isn’t as sleepy as it seems.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown and When the Weight Comes Down

Note: Another random update of a series for y’all as I toil away at drabbles in between!

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

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Your skin crawled as you walked to work the next morning. The memories of the night before made you cringe and tuck your chin down as you kept your eyes ahead of you. You feared if you looked around, you might summon the incessant biker from his hole.

The library was as empty as any other day and you claimed your seat at the curved desk. You booted up and sipped from your thermos, the coffee bitter on your tongue as you watched Melissa appear from the non-fiction section. She sat in her own chair and yawned as she signed on.

The monotony of Birch was sobering after the night in the dank bar. The bikers and their own little world, a microcosm of the worst types all in one place. You went about your usual tasks, there were a few returns on the cart to put back on the shelves and you walked the shelves and checked for out of order codes.

The hours slaked by like the peaks of a mountain against ancient gales. The stale lights made the days stretch to tedium and the grey without added to the sense of listlessness. Colin’s low snores escaped the back room and Melissa sorted through bent paperbacks in a far aisle to put out for the Sunday penny sale.

As the windows darkened, Colin gave his usual grumbled farewell and further mussed his wavy hair as he tried to smooth it out. It didn’t matter much as he covered it with the old faded Leafs toque and left through the automatic doors. His shadow was soon followed by Melissa as she looked forward to seeing her daughter and watching some new program on the local channel.

You were the last as you walked the aisles before final lock-up. The automatic doors were off as you checked for unlikely stragglers. You came back to the round desk and flipped off the lights for all but the entry way and the back office. You pushed open the door and locked the outside ones with a jangle of keys. As you turned back, you gripped the big key to the back door and shook your head.

You stepped through the space between the inner doors and stared at the man behind your desk. He sat in your chair, your purse sat before him on the counter as he shoved a large hand inside. You crossed your arms and watched Thor as he pulled out your coral coloured wallet and unsnapped it.

“What are you doing?” You asked harshly. “How did you get in here?”

He snickered and pulled out a card and lifted it up to look at it closely. He leaned back and flicked it with his thumb. “I knew you were a city girl.” He said.

“Get out. We’re closed.”

“Sorry, I’m late. I’m a busy man.” He slid the card back in place and searched the rest, uninterested by the few bills inside the fold and your various reward cards and outdated alumni ID.

“Late? You don’t seem the reading type. We don’t have that many audiobooks.” You neared and grabbed the other handle of your purse. “There’s an app for that now.”

Again, he laughed and dropped your wallet into the depths of your purse. He released it and pushed his shoulders back as you dragged the bag off the desk. He tilted his head and held up your phone in its shiny lavender case. He smirked as the screen lit up and he swiped it open. You never should have added the library as a trusted location.

“Hmm,” he turned it to face him and scrolled with his thumb, “I think you’re missing a number in here.”

“Give it.” You reached for the phone and he held it away from you like some annoying teenager. “Hey… Thor! Give me it. It’s mine!”

His blonde lashes flashed and he looked at you with delight. “Oooh, I love it when you say my name.”

“Stop. You can’t be in here and you certainly can’t--”

You swiped for the phone again and he caught your arm. He yanked you so hard you almost left the floor and you dropped your purse and keys. He held you over the counter as he twisted your wrist just a little.

“And who exactly is going to make me leave?”

He kept his thick fingers locked around your wrist as he searched your phone. You struggled with him but it only sent a violent jolt up to your elbow.

“I can do whatever I want and you can’t do anything to stop me. In fact, there’s no one in this town who can.” His jaw clenched and he locked your phone. “Well, kitten, I’m going to hold onto this.” He let go of you and stood as you retracted your arm and rubbed your sore wrist. “And when you want to be a good girl for me, you can come find me and ask for it nicely.”

“Ask? You’re crazy. It’s mine. You’re--” you sputtered.

You swallowed as his hand balled to a fist and his brow twitched. It was the first hint of anything but amusement. It was much more troubling, a slight tell. He was angry.

“I’ve been nice, kitten. I like you and your claws but don’t scratch too deep.” He warned as he backed away. “I’ll see my way out unless of course… you would take me up on my offer from last night.”

“Go. Keep the fucking phone.” You snarled and reached for your purse and the keys.

You stood and watched as he ran his tongue just below his teeth and turned away. He snaked his way through the back office and you heard the heavy metal door whine in his stead. You locked the inner doors and grabbed your jacket from the rack.

You went to the same door and hit the lights. You activated the security system and stepped out with a cautious look around the vacant parking lot. You locked the door and headed around the side of the brick building and out into the glow of the streetlights.

You could get a new phone, that was nothing, just a chunk out of your check. He could search your contacts, your apps, your phones, he’d find nothing but the pathetic life of a thirtysomething wash out. That wasn’t what worried you.

He was watching you. He had to be. He knew when you were alone and he knew how to get in. You might not see him but you were certain he could see you. You shivered and pulled your hate over your head and puffed out a cloud.

💀

You went home angry but slightly addled from the encounter. You watched over your shoulder the entire way home and locked your door with the tarnished chain. You found it hard to settle as you debated marching over to the bar and demanding your phone back and opening the wine you hadn’t touched since your impulsive purchase. You really hated Thor but you knew you could push him much further before he did something much worse.

You ignored your wrath and ate your dinner in front of the television before hiding under your covers and watching the snowfall until you fell asleep. Every night was as dull as the one before and the morning always came too quickly.

You woke and readied for your day with a cup of home-brewed Colombian roast and packed your lunch. You searched for your phone for two seconds before you remembered where it was. Your neck prickled as you thought of Thor with access to all your information and the barren social media accounts.

The snow was even deeper that day and you fought through the thick carpet. The library felt twice as far by the time you reached it and you were panting as you entered and shook off the powder. You took your usual spot at the usual time with your usual thermos and usual disillusion.

You whiled away the hours without the distraction of your phone. You realised how easily this man could torture you and not even be in the same place as you. You went searching in the aisles for something to do and scraped the gum off the bottom of the tables. A disgusting task but work nonetheless.

When the end of the day came, you were all too happy to go home and hide under your duvet with a tea and a sitcom. You hated this. You would go to the city and get a new phone if you had too. God, how much would that cost?

💀

The days slogged by and on your first free day, you were too tired to make the drive out of town. You resigned to your procrastination, instead taking a short walk down the main street to Babs’. Your usual order, but cinnamon instead of caramel in your latte, and a scone to enjoy at home.

The snow remained as thick as days before. You looked out the bakery window in dread as you awaited your order at the end of the counter. You still caught yourself reaching for your phone. If you waited too long, you might not even be able to make it into the city. Well, you could always order something online.

The door chimed as Steve’s girl came to the other side of the counter and placed your latte out for you. She smiled and you thanked her but her eyes rounded as you heard boots come close. You turned, barely surprised by the man who was better described as your shadow those days.

Since his visit to the library, Thor had made himself known in several instances, every day as you walked home he was outside the asp, watching. Other times, he’d be waiting by the steps of the library, mocking you silent as he pulled out your phone. You had too much pride to ask for it back and you knew that it would take more than asking.

You tried to sidestep him and he blocked your path. The foam pushed out through the hole in the plastic lid and you sighed.

“What do you want?” you hissed.

“I should ask you. I don’t know many girls these days can go days without their lifeline,” he taunted, “You know, it’s dangerous how much of ourselves we keep on these little things.”

He patted his jacket where he no doubt had your phone hidden. You looked down at your latte and thought of popping the lid off and tossing it at him. That wouldn’t be any good. You shrugged and looked past him.

“I gotta go--”

“Is there anything I can get you, Thor?” Steve’s girl eked out as if her voice could barely fit through her windpipe.

“I’ve come for something sweet but I think I found it,” he smirked, his eyes stuck to you.

“Give it up,” you scoffed and elbowed past him. He chuckled and followed you to the door as you sped up, your treads squeaking on the salt-stained floor.

“On you? Never,” he purred as you pulled the door open and he caught it behind you.

“You can break the phone for all I care,” you snarled, “just leave me alone.”

He kept up with you as flakes gathered on your scarf and you peered down the street and ran across. His boots crunched in time with yours as he lingered in your peripheral. You spun as you came to a stop on the other side and scowled.

“Jesus, I thought dogs were supposed to be obedient,” you snapped.

“I can be,” he winked and reached to brush the snow from the hair poking out from under your cap, “I’ll gladly get to my knees for you, kitten.”

You snapped at his hand and he pulled away with a surprised laugh. You gritted your teeth and took a step back.

“I won’t tell you again and I’m getting real tired of this.”

“You keep forgetting who you’re meowing at, kitten,” he stepped closer and you backed away again.

You turned and flitted away from him. You had not planned for him in your day off and you weren’t going to let him ruin it. You wanted to go home and enjoy your coffee, alone. However, that meant leading him to your front door. You stopped again.

“Go,” you pointed across the street at the Asp, the town’s marquee.

“Oh, kitten, you’re so cute,” he tugged on your scarf and you swatted him away.

“Alright, that’s it!” you smashed your cup against his chest and the hot liquid steamed as it splashed across his front and dripped down his leather jacket.

He held out his arms as he looked down at himself and slowly back to you. His blue eyes dilated as the ends of his golden hair sopped with caffeine. It was too late to apologize, too futile. You sputtered and quickly turned away.

You were thankful when you didn’t hear him behind you. You stopped and peaked back at the corner of the next side street. He watched you still and even at a distance you could see his rage.

If you hoped he’d lose interest, that optimism was dead.

💀

A snow storm stagnated the already stale town and you could guess that the highway was even worse. You could replace your sim online but that would take at least a week to arrive and with the weather, likely longer. It might be quicker to wait out the blizzard. You stayed in limbo, reluctant to pull the trigger.

You kept to your apartment for the rest of the weekend, with no reason or want to leave. On your way, you didn’t see him. You sighted a few figures through the falling powder but they were faces familiar to the streets. You kept an eye over your shoulder, glancing around every few steps.

You avoided the cafe. He might look for you there, he might even be waiting for you. You sat down at your desk but felt out of place. He could walk through those doors like he had only days before. He could taunt you and tease you. What made you so antsy was that he could do worse than that. You knew it but you’d let your temper get the best of you. A wasted latte might have cost you everything.

By the end of your shift, it was decided. You were leaving Birch. No one could know until you were gone. Not Melissa, not Colin, no one. You old all-weathers would have to get you down the highway, just to the city so you could lose yourself there until you had a real plan. Even as the snow piled higher and higher, there could be no delay. You’d waited long enough.

Paranoid, you were certain you’d be met again on your path home. The town was dead as the soft blanket covered the ground. The flakes turned to mounds and the tops of your boots let in errant clumps of snow. The store may as well been closed for the day, the library had been little different but its lethargy was expected. Even The Asp seemed to have dulled with the pale gusts.

You packed a bag. One. The apartment came furnished and you never cared much for miscellany. Anything you left behind was replaceable. You went down the back stairs and cleaned off your small Focus. Used but reliable. You were out of breath as you climbed into the driver’s seat and threw the brush in the back.

You drove carefully down the side streets, snaking around as you knew the main fair would give away your escape. You stopped at the sign that pointed to the highway ramp and wondered.

What if he had got the clue? What if you were running from nothing?

You remember the look in his eye and shivered. No, that glimmer assured you that return to your mother’s was as wise as it would be torturous. You followed the arrow and took the curve steadily with your foot planted on the gas. The traffic was slow and cautious as headlights were barely visible through the snowfall.

You gripped the wheel tightly and let out a breath. You would be gone before he knew. You’d get a new phone, a new job, a new life. Even if it was just pay-as-go, a McDonald’s visor, and your mother’s couch for a while. What good was a job in a place like Birch anyway? Just as good as your irrelevant degree.

You were startled and nearly lost control as a set of lights appeared behind you in the next lane. They were dangerously close to dinging your rear bumper as the reckless driver took a u-turn right before the upcoming barriers. You wrinkled your brow as you glared at them through the white haze. What kind of maniac was pulling shit like that in this weather?

And then, they did hit you. A nudge but enough to send you veering in the thick lines of snow. You clutched the wheel and tried to steer into it, tried to right yourself as you were knocked again. Your heart was in your throat as the engine revved and you hit your brakes, not knowing what else to do as a third collision came.

You spun out and hit the cement wall along the far lane, narrowly missing another car as it pulled ahead. You stilled, your seatbelt saving your face from a smack against the wheel, and stared down the highway as you stared at oncoming traffic. You were completely turned around on the arm.

You caught your breath and reached for your purse. Fuck, you had no phone. What was that asshole thinking? It didn’t seem like an accident.

The car that had bullied you into a crash pulled up along the barrier. You watched in the rear view as the barely visible tail lights glowed and a dark figure appeared between the car and the concrete. You squinted as the man neared, a long coat flapped around his tall figure as he held his hand to his face.

He came up beside your car as you heard his voice muffled through the glass and tapped on your window. He bent and knocked again as you shot him the finger. You were ready to give him a piece of your mind. You rolled down the window with the manual crank and growled, “what the fuck!?”

“Can I have your name, darling?” he asked in a sinisterly familiar accent.

“Screw you! You almost killed me!”

He turned his phone out as you screeched at him and quickly put it back to his ear, “that sound like her?”

A deep voice rumbled in the speaker and the dark-hair man nodded as he shielded his face from the blowing snow, “you owe me, brother.”

“Who the fuck are you?” you spat and reached to your glovebox. You grabbed the heavy flashlight and swung it at him, “get away--”

He caught with a leather-gloved hand and glared back at you. He tucked away the phone in his jacket. His nostrils flared and his green irises caught fire.

“Let’s not do this, darling,” he warned, “my brother has given me clearance to use whatever force necessary…” he pushed the button and pulled open your door as he wrenched away the metal flashlight, “and while he seems the bigger brute, I assure you his cruelty cannot match mine.”

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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I was thinking maybe a oneshot where B!D gets poisoned by Cadmus?

Sisterly Instincts

Summary: Y/N is Kryptonian who landed on Earth a few years after Kara. When CADMUS kidnaps her, they inject her with a poison made out of their version of Kryptonite, which is very harmful to her.

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Image ID: Alex and Kara sitting together. Alex has her eyes closed, head on Kara’s shoulder, arm wrapped around her, and is looking upset. Kara is wearing her glasses and is looking down, crying. End ID.

“Alex, have you heard from Y/N yet today?” Kara asked as she entered the DEO, a slight frown on her face still evident from the morning.

Alex shook her head no. “Not since last night, why?” She asked, coming down the stairs and joining her sister in her walk.

Kara shrugged it off. “She just didn’t send me her usual good morning text . . . She’s probably fine, right?” The blonde answered, now feeling silly as she voiced the worry that had been slowly eating at her.

Alex’s warm chuckle calmed her almost instantly. “Yeah, it’s nothing. We’ll see her soon as she’s coming into the DEO anyway,” she reasoned, assuming their younger sister had just overslept.

They reached the main room where J’onn and the other DEO agents sat at their desks and immediately the Danvers’ sisters got to work.

However, when it was ten minutes past the time Y/N was supposed to arrive, Alex decided to give her a call, biting her lip. She discreetly pressed her phone to her ear, turning away so she wouldn’t cause her sister unnecessary worry.

It ringed.

And ringed.

“Hey! You’ve reached Y/N Danvers. Sorry I couldn’t answer! Leave me a message and I’ll get back to you.” Alex cursed quietly when it rang so long it went to voicemail and huffed to clear her mind and steady herself.

“Hey, Y/N. It’s Alex. I’m sure you just overslept or are rushing to work,” she said, pausing to chuckle when the image of her younger sister running around the city popped into her mind, “Just give me a call when you get this. Love you, bye!”

Despite the small worry entering the pit of her stomach, Alex reminded herself that Y/N being late and missing a phone wasn’t too uncommon, and she resumed her work.

"Alex?” Kara said, and Alex looked up from her computer to see her sister gesturing at the clock with a nod. The brunette looked over, and felt that pit sink lower when she saw that 20 minutes had passed. Getting no message from Y/N, Alex and Kara shared a look, coming to a silent decision.

“We're gonna go by Y/N’s apartment and check on her,” Alex informed J’onn as she stood up from her chair and grabbed her coat. She couldn't keep herself from remembering that Y/N should be here right now, she didn't live far away.

Kara nodded, following her older sister, and the two women left the DEO, neither of them discussing their worries in fear of distressing the other one. Great minds do think alike, though, and that’s why they both internally came to the conclusion that if nothing was wrong and they found Y/N sleeping late, they were gonna be pissed (however they hoped that was what they found instead of the scary alternatives brewing and stirring in their minds).

When they reached Y/N’s apartment, Kara knocked on the door. They waited almost a minute and when the door didn't open and they didn’t hear anything, Alex fished the key Y/N had given to her out of her pocket and unlocked the door.

Stepping inside, the women were prepared to search the house like they were on a mission, when a paper on the floor, having been slipped under the door, caught their attention. Sharing a look, Kara grabbed the paper and unfolded it. It read:

“Hello, Supergirl,

I won’t lie. I don’t know your ‘secret identity’. However, I was able to find out Y/S/N’s, so it’s only a matter of time before I find yours, too. Come to these coordinates: [pretend there’s random coordinates] by 12:00 alone and allow us to experiment and test on you. If you fail to do that, I won’t give Y/N the cure to the Kryptonite poison that’s in her system and I’ll reveal her identity to the world.

-- CADMUS.”

For a couple moments, Kara and Alex stood, glued to the spot. Thoughts and emotions washed over their bodies: concern for their sister, anger at CADMUS, and an utter helplessness since they didn’t know what to do.

It was a little past 10:00 now and when the two got back to the DEO, they made a plan with J’onn. He’d disguise himself as Kara and would do as the letter said and they’d have DEO agents - including Alex and Kara - stationed around the building with cloaking devices, which would make them invisible to CADMUS and their tech. Winn would hack into CADMUS’ tech and after Y/N was given the cure, the DEO agents would act.

At 10:30, the DEO agents were stationed around the base, invisible, and J’onn had walked into the base itself, disguised as Kara. He noticed the Kryptonite around the room, there to weaken Kara, so he put on an act: pretending that it was hurting him. He barley refrained from rushing over to Y/N when he saw the woman who was like a daughter to him siting on a chair, weak and only half-conscious, sweat shining on her face with Lillian Luthor standing beside her.

“Good, you came,” Lillian said with a sadistic smile.

“Yes. Now give Y/S/N the cure,” J’onn said, putting on his best Supergirl face.

The corners of Lillian’s mouth turned into a smirk and she walked over to another chair a few feet away, which had Kryptonite restraints. “Sit,” she said calmly, although the way she stood, her hands delicately placed on the chair, brought power to the lonely word.

J’onn complied, frowning as he walked over to the chair and sat down, letting Lillian put the restraints on his wrists and ankles that she thought would weaken him. For extra effect, J’onn sucked in a breath and faked pain.

Lillian smugly turned around and walked back to Y/N, who didn’t seem to realize what was going on. The older woman gestured to one of her minions and they promptly injected a serum into Y/N’s neck, making the youngest Danvers’ gasp just the slightest before her eyes fluttered close.

“The antidote is taking its affect in her system,” Lillian informed J’onn before turning back to her minion. “Take the girl outside. She can find her way back.”

The man nodded and picked Y/N up, slinging her over his shoulder and walked out. The second J’onn heard a smash and knew that his team had acted, he gave Lillian no time to be on alert before he ripped off the restraints and knocked all of the CADMUS agents out.

. . . . . . . . .

Alex and Kara had been standing outside, listening to Lillian and J’onn’s interaction through their earpieces. The women were both racked with worry over their little sister and when they saw the man carrying her, it took everything in them both to wait until he carelessly dropped her on the floor. When he did, Kara revealed herself and knocking him unconscious into a wall. Alex then revealed herself as well, hearing J’onn fighting, and ran to Y/N while the rest of the DEO agents went inside to erase CADMUS’ memory of Y/N’s identity and to make arrests.

“Y/N, Y/N! Come on, wake up,” Alex said, slightly panicked as she gently rolled Y/N from where she was laying on her side to be on her back. Kara, after making sure the guy was unconscious, sped over.

Kara knitted her brown together and drew her lips into a line, silently gathering her sister into her arms. Alex glanced up at her, tears in her eyes, for she knew Kara was only silent when she was very worried.

“I’ll meet you back at the DEO,” Kara said quietly, her tone almost emotionless, before lifting off and flying into the air. Alex swallowed and took a breath, getting to her feet.

. . . . . . . . .

As she flew through the air, Kara battled to keep distracting thoughts about the clouds and the breeze away, as she knew she had to focus on her unconscious sister. Y/N was the priority. Once she landed at the DEO, she immediately headed to the med bay, where doctors took over and Kara informed him that Y/N had supposedly been given the antidote.

After almost ten minutes of Kara pacing just outside the door and Winn doing his best to comfort her, the doctors informed them that the antidote was indeed in Y/N’s system and it was fighting off the poison. They didn’t know when she would wake up but when she did, she would need to rest a lot as she’d be weak. They were also unsure if CADMUS had done anything else to her, so she’d need to stay at the DEO overnight if she didn’t wake up soon.

The doctors allowed Kara to see her so the blonde sat by her sister’s side, holding her hand until Alex burst in, looking out-of-breath.

“How is she?” Alex asked, sitting on Y/N’s other side and taking her free hand.

Kara told her what the doctors said and they collectively let out a breath, relieved that she was going to be alright. They stayed with Y/N for another hour, silent except for the occasional comment, when Y/N started blinking her eyes open.

The agent and the superhero both sat up, patiently waiting for Y/N to wake up and adjust herself.

“Alex? Kara?” Y/N croaked out, looking at her sisters in a haze of confusion.

Both women smiled and let out happy tears, helping her to sit up before wrapping their arms around her. Y/N smiled, leaning her head against Kara’s neck.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you,” Alex whispered.

“It’ll never happen again,” Kara promised.

Y/N nodded. She didn’t say anything in response, finding herself too tired after the day’s events. Kara and Alex stayed until she fell asleep and then they reluctantly left her under the watchful eye of Winn, since they needed to debrief with J’onn and prepare for when Y/N would come home.

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strawnarrries · 3 years

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Hi love !!!! Can you do one where Niall and y/n are together and they go grocery shopping . They separate in the store and y/n goes to female isle while Niall goes to check something up . She grabs what she needs and goes to buy her fashion magazines. While looking and deciding , a man is hitting on her , telling her she is beautiful and all those lame lines and he doesn’t leave her alone . Immediatly she texts Niall to come and that a man isnt leaving her and flirts with her . Niall comes and tells the guy to back off and starts a talking fight with him. Y/n tells him to stop and they leave . She is a little shaken off by the whole situation and her anxiety is through the roof right now and she starts to feel not so good . They go home and Niall takes care of her and showers her with kisses , snuggles, cuddles , hugs etc and he is sorry that he picked a fight and that is his fault that she is feeling like this now . Y/n is really emotional and starts to cry and knows that is not his fault and that she is so lucky to have him . You can go from there . Thank you so much . Always looking forward to read your imagines , love your writing !!!💖❤️

ahh omg yes I love this idea!!! this is also def how i would react to that situation too! id get such bad anxiety and get so upset hahah. this ended up turning out to be a lot longer than i expected (def too long to be considered a blurb so i'm making it a one shot) but i had so much fun writing it so I hope you enjoy!!!!

It was a lazy, Sunday afternoon. The day was full of house chores and spending time together before the busy week ahead of you both began. You and Niall decided to go grocery shopping together. You currently were in the pasta aisle when you remembered you were running low on girly products.

"'m gonna go get tampons, okay?" you told him.

"kay, babe," he hummed, eyes scanning the shelves for your all's favorite pasta sauce.

You walked to the feminine aisle and began searching for your favorite brand of tampons. Once you found them, you picked them up as well as some pads and panty liners too, not knowing if you were running low on those too, but having an extra box or two wouldn't kill. Making your way back towards Niall, you spotted the magazine aisle and decided to take a look at some of the new fashion magazines. While browsing through a couple of them, you felt the presence of a strange man walk up to you. You ignored him, hoping he was just browsing just like you, until he spoke up, "Hi there."

You looked over at him and smiled sweetly, "Hi."

He looked about 25 years old and he definitely wasn't your type at all. He had patches of facial hair spread throughout his jaw, and his dark brown hair was slicked back with one too many scoops of hair gel. He was around 5'9 and wore a pair of black, Adidas sweatpants, matched with a dark blue t-shirt and a pair of old, beaten-up gym shoes.

You turned your attention back to the magazines in front of you, trying to give off the obvious hint that you weren't interested in talking to him.

"I don't wanna come off too forward but you're honestly the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I just had to let you know that."

"Aw well thank you," you smiled, flattered by the compliment but immediately averting your attention away from him.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Y/N," you told him without looking up at him and instantly regretting telling him your real name, wishing you had just said a random one.

"Y/N," he repeated, "that's a beautiful name," he says and you started to get extremely uncomfortable, not even bothering to ask him what his name was because you didn't care at all.

You smiled slightly at him, slowly inching away from him as you browse through the magazines, but of course, he followed you, taking steps closer and trying to talk to you.

"You have a beautiful accent. Where are you from?"

"America."

"What's a pretty girl like you doin' here in London?"

"My boyfriend lives here," you replied, glad you could easily slip Niall into the conversation, hoping that after hearing you were taken, the man would leave you alone.

But oh were you wrong.

"That's a shame, I bet I'd treat you so much better than he does."

You didn't even acknowledge that comment, not wanting to give him anything to work with.

"You into fashion?" he asked, nodding towards the magazine you were looking through.

"Yeah," you replied softly, not saying anything else.

"Was thinking about startin' to up my fashion game. Maybe you could teach me a few pointers."

You just fake giggled at him, not knowing what to say to that. You didn't wanna be rude but you also didn't wanna give him the impression that you wanted to talk to him, not that he was taking that hint anyway.

"Do you work in fashion or anything?" he asked.

"No."

"Just a hobby?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. My sister's into fashion too. There's a lot of fakeness in it though. I like a more natural girl like you. No plastic surgery and you don't cake on the makeup like those models do."

What the fuck is he talking about?

"You're natural and I love natural girls," he stated.

You fake chuckled at him again, having no clue how to respond to that. It went on like this for what felt like forever. It didn't matter how dry you were being with him, or what such obvious hints you tried to give off, he would not leave you alone. He continued to try to talk to you and flirt with you. You gave him absolutely nothing to work with, yet he would not leave. He even started to make some borderline creepy comments and that was when you pulled your phone out of your sweatshirt pocket and started texting Niall, come to the magazine aisle this man won't leave me alone.

"Maybe if I get your number we can hang out sometime and get to know each other a little better," he stated after seeing you pull out your phone.

"No, I'm sorry, I already told you I had a boyfriend," you slipped your phone back into your pocket, praying that Niall sees the text ASAP.

"I don't see any boyfriend around here."

"He's over there," you said blankly, pointing to the direction that Niall was in.

"Who cares? He's not here right now, he doesn't have to know about us," he smirked at you, a devilish look in his muddy, brown eyes.

You felt sick to your stomach and giggled nervously, "No I'm sorry, I'm not comfortable with that."

"What? You go through each other's phones or something?" he chuckled back.

"No, I'm just not looking for anyone else," you replied.

Just as you said that Niall immediately turned around the corner, pushing the cart holding your things and you felt instantly relieved knowing he was here to save the day, "Hey! What's goin' on 'ere? Babe, ya know this man?"

You shook your head no.

"Is he botherin' ya?" he asked.

You shook your head yes.

"What? C'mon, 'm not bothering you!" the man defended himself, throwing his hands up in the air for effect, "If anything you should take it as a compliment that I'm trying t' get with you."

"If she says yer botherin' her, then yer botherin' her. So back the fuck away," his voice was low, but he came off strong and intimidating.

You put everything you were holding in the cart and crossed your arms over your chest, standing back intimidated as you watched Niall deal with the man.

"I wasn't fuckin' bothering her! I was complimenting her, she loved it," the man fought back.

"Can ya not take a fuckin' hint? 's obvious that yer makin' her uncomfortable, look at her," Niall growled at him before glancing over at your timid stance.

The man didn't say anything, he just rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"Did ya tell him ya weren't interested?" Niall asked, his harsh voice now softening as he talked to you.

"Yeah," you nodded

"Seriously mate?" Niall asked, shocked by this man's behavior, "When she says no, that means no. Don't keep goin' at 'er like she owes ya somethin'. Ya don't even know 'her! Yer not gonna get a girl bein' an asshole like that. And that doesn't jus' go fer her, that goes fer every other woman ya come across," he preached, taking a step closer to him.

"Jesus, you're gettin' all worked up over nothing, I'm sorry. There."

"Ya shouldn't be apologizin' t' me, should be apologizin' to her," Niall stated, glancing back at you.

"I don't feel like I have anything to apologize for, I didn't do anything wrong, this is ridiculous." he retaliated.

"It doesn't take much t' be a decent fuckin' person," Niall started and you could see he was getting angrier and angrier by the second, his accent thickening and his muscle tensing.

"Oh fuck off, I didn't do shit to 'er! She's just being a fuckin' baby tryna get me in trouble with her little boyfriend."

You could see something switch in Niall. He was angry earlier, but now he was livid. The fact that this man wouldn't leave his girl alone, made her extremely uncomfortable, and was now insulting her pulled something out of him that he didn't even know he had. He couldn't remember the last time he was this angry.

Niall would never physically fight anyone, of course, but the angrier that Niall got, the angrier the man got and you didn't know what this man was capable of. You didn't wanna see it go any farther then it already has so before he could even react, you spoke up, grabbing Niall's tensed up arm and pulling him back towards you, "Niall don't."

"Ya dont ever treat a woman like dat ever again! Ya hear me?" his voice began to rise and people began staring.

"Niall, please stop," you begged, digging your nails into the skin of his arm to get his attention more, just wanting the entire situation to be over.

"Go. Leave." Niall snapped at the man, pointing to the front of the store.

"Whatever, fuck you both," the man spat before turning around and walking away from you both, muttering bitterly under his breath, "she's not even that hot anyway."

You felt relief wash all over you as you watched the man walk away. Niall then turned to you, his hands wrapping around you to pull you into a tight hug, asking, "ya okay?"

"Can we go home, please," you whispered against his chest, feeling the strong urge to just start bawling, but you didn't, you held it in and stayed strong.

"Yeah, c'mon," he hummed back and you began following him and he was pushing the cart towards the front of the store to check out what you all had picked out, planning on doing the rest of the grocery shopping another day.

You checked out and loaded up the car before beginning your journey home. Once settled on the road, he placed his hand on your thigh and glanced over at you before asking again, "ya okay?"

"Mhm," you nodded, trying to ignore the pressure in the pit of your stomach and the urge to pick at your skin from the anxiety you were experiencing.

Niall could see right through you, he knew you weren't okay and he knew you were shaken up by this entire situation. He knew you would talk when you were ready so he stayed quiet and lovingly rubbed the skin of your thigh with his thumb as he drove you both home. Once arriving home, he turned off the car and looked over at you, "let's put da cold stuff up then we can cuddle okay?"

You nodded and got out of the car, helping him carry in a couple of bags of groceries. You both put up the cold stuff, leaving the pantry stuff out on the counter, planning on putting it away later, just wanting nothing more than to have Niall love on you for the rest of the day. He took a step towards you and cupped your jaw, aiding you in looking up at him.

"Y/N," he hummed, looking directly into your glossy eyes, "ya okay?"

And that's when the waterworks began and you did everything in your power to keep them in, but you couldn't. You shook your head no and the tears began to fall. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, swaying you back and forth as you allowed yourself to cry. He rested his cheek on your head, feeling awful that you felt this way.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, 's my fault ya feel this way, I shouldn't have picked a fight wit' 'em, should've just grabbed ya and left,"

"Mm-mm," you shook your head, "it's not your fault. You were just trying to protect me."

"I was, but still," he sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"He's the one who wouldn't leave me alone."

"Fuckin' prick" he whispered under his breath and you chuckled softly at him through your tears, loving how protective he got over you, "he made me so fuckin' angry. ya shouldn't have t' deal wit' assholes like him babe, 'm sorry."

"Thank you for taking care of me," you sniffled.

"I'll always take care of ya, darlin'. ya know that right?" he asked and you nodded, "good. I'll never let anyone hurt ya. love ya too much t' let anythin' bad happen t' ya."

You felt your heart melt at his words and you squeezed him tighter, wanting to be as close to him as you possibly could. He dipped his head down and began to slowly pepper the side of your face with sweet kisses, his scruff tickling your skin.

"Look at me" he hummed, slipping his index finger under your chin to aid you in lifting your head to look at him.

You looked up at him with irritated, teary eyes. using his thumb, he wiped away a stray tear on your cheek, a smile rising on his lips, "yer cute when ya cry."

"Stop," you giggled shly, letting your head fall back down to his chest before he lifted it up again.

"'m serious though, babe. I will always keep ya safe."

"You're so good to me" you whispered, closing your eyes as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I love ya."

"I love you too."

Pressing his lips to yours for a sweet kiss, you melted into him, feeling extremely safe and so lucky to have such an amazing man to call yours.

"Let's go upstairs, I'll give ya some of me famous Horan cuddles."

You loved this man to death.

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