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jinkicake · 4 years ago

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Random ass dick sucking headcannons for Hirugami, Iwaizumi, Atsumu, Tsukishima

Hirugami Sachirou x Reader

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

Miya Atsumu x Reader

Tsukishima Kei x Reader

A/N: Okay, so the only notes I have for this from when I wrote it while on cold meds was ‘NO I will do dick sucking headcannons bc I WANT TOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!’ so.... there’s that,,, I was very bored and this is so bad... Enjoy pls :-****

VERY SMUTTY // NSFW !!!

WC- 2,879

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Hirugami Sachirou

Hirugami,,,, oh my gawd I don’t know why I have never written for him before. I love him,,, am in love with him. Maybe it’s just the fact that he is in vet school or he’s so kind and compassionate wow sigh… I mean he is an aquarius so we all have our faults but whatever

ANYWAY, I love him to sum it up!!! He is so….. delicious!!!

In bed, this man would be so soft and sweet. I cannot imagine him doing anything rough but if you ask for it I am sure he will,,, he would literally cater to your every need like he would know exactly what you want

He’s a calm perfectionist, he’s got big brains!!! During a blowjob, he would NOT be disrespectful with you,,, he might get a tad impatient though

Sometimes his fingers tug on your hair, pulling at your scalp harshly, or he’ll accidentally buck his hips into your mouth while you’re deepthroating him…..

He always apologizes right when it happens and tries to pull you off of him because he feels bad,,,, tbh I feel like he does enjoy getting his dick sucked but he hates how antsy he gets with it

Like baby boy just wants to cum!!!! And then eat you out!!! He can’t handle the foreplay when his main meal is right there in front of him! HOwever,,,. He is a gentleman…

Blowjobs are like a ‘if he’s super stressed out’ kinda thing because they do help him relax,,, hahah this man is also in vet school so he’s going to be stressed out ALL THE TIME (rip to my vet students, you all are the strongest soldiers that I know and i love you)

Also, to be that bitch (since my head is a little fuzzy from the flu meds I had to take). Hirugami has a pretty dick! I just KNOW that he does,,, it would be really long but on the slimmer side,,, with a slight curve upward that is the fucking BEST!!!! Okay, I’m done

Long story short,,,, Hirugami when can I suck your dick? Please?

“Please, Sachirou,” You whine desperately, pawing at his thick thigh hidden beneath his sweatpants.

“No, just watch the movie. It’s okay,” Hirugami’s sweet smile almost convinces you, almost.

“You’ve been so stressed lately, please,” You continue to beg and try your best to give him a pout that he can’t say no to. This blowjob is almost more for you than it is for him. In reality, your mouth has been watering and your thighs have been aching ever since you saw your boyfriend in the gray sweatpants. In your defense, Hirugami should have known this was going to happen!

Hirugami remains silent but his light eyes linger on your lips before he slightly shifts on the couch. You can only watch as his fingers twitch while toying with the waistband on his sweats.

You should have known it was going to be this easy, Hirugami can never say no to you.

“Thank you, angel.” He sighs and leans his head back against the couch. At the first touch of your lips to his cock his eyes flutter shut. He soaks in every single delicate press of your lips against his skin, biting down on the inside of his cheek to hide a moan when you impatiently take him into your mouth. “Easy,” He hums when your nose brushes against his pubic bone, you truly wasted no time at all to take him all the way down your throat. “don’t hurt yourself.”

Hirugami moans at the frequent bob of your head, wetting his lips with his tongue at the pleasurable experience. He’s so easily destroyed by your touch, his hips are already twitching underneath your sturdy grip.

Part of the reason you love sucking him off so much is that you get to hold onto his muscular thighs, gripping and digging your nails into his skin. Each flex of the muscle sends a lick of heat straight to your core, one that only gets you more motivated to swallow around Hirugami.

“Oh, (Y/N),” Hirugami whines, chest rising and falling with each pant. He’s becoming impatient now, something you always love to see. “I’m going to fucking cum already.”

Iwaizumi Hajime

Okay I had to add my favorite ace like I saw fanart of him while editing and thought…. lemme pull THIS one out of my ass

Iwaizumi and blowjobs!!!! This man, I think, is very humble…. He’s not a big blowjob person, I know for a fact that Iwaizumi is a giver more than a receiver like what’s the point of fucking your throat when your pussy is right there?

Sometimes you have to talk him into a blowjob because he gets shy like,,,, Iwaizumi gets flustered easily!! How is he supposed to handle having you put all your attention on him in such an intimate setting??

Truthfully, he’d rather be eating you out!!!! He enjoys that!!! And as much as he enjoys blowjobs, he just doesn’t see the special appeal about them

HOWEVER,,,, if you’ve been acting like a brat and he’s tired of your shit then he will definitely use blowjobs as a means of brat taming. Iwaizumi is generally a rough person, aggressive, but he doesn’t really show that to his s/o in the bedroom

I just feel like you’d really have to get Iwaizumi pissed or something because he usually isn’t aggressive while eating you out (likerengokuwouldbeHAHHA), maybe fucking you is a diff story~

Oh, let me give my two cents about his dick…. Hmmm I think Iwaizumi is really thick like not so much long but he is one thick bitch that will huuuurt!! However, he can also provide the most pleasure! Super veiny for sure!

Sometimes, beautiful m3n that only exist in the form as Iwaizumi Hajime needs to let off some steam, he needs to feel important!!! A blowjob is the best way!

Iwaizumi can be a rough ass bitch but when it comes to blowjobs he’s often gentle because he doesn’t want to hurt you like…. He grimaces every single time you gag or he sees spit pooling in your mouth. Don’t get me wrong he thinks it is hot as fuck but he feels bad because he thinks it is uncomfortable for you!!

Iwaizumi Hajime is a gentleman…. A perfect one! Who has no problem fucking you up-

“Hajime,” You breathe against his thigh, teasing him with a taunting smile that could rival Oikawa’s. It almost makes the ace gag.

His hand cups your cheek, fingers running over your jaw as you lean into his touch. Iwaizumi is oh so soft with you, you can’t help but wonder what it will take to make him rough?

“Fuck my throat, please?” You bat your eyelashes up at him, gently smiling to maintain the innocent facade you have going. It makes Iwaizumi blush and he attempts to cover it with an annoyed ‘tch’.

“Get out of my face,” He places his palm on your forehead and gently tries to push you away, or at the very least get you to look away for a split second so that he can get this annoying ass blush off of his face.

“Please, Hajime,” You try again but to no avail, Iwaizumi is just about unmovable when he is flustered.

“No, stop being weird.” He huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, the sight only makes you want him even more.

“So now I’m weird for wanting to give you a blowjob?” You ask back with fiery passion resting in your eyes, a look that causes something in Iwaizumi’s stomach to stir.

“Fine,” Iwaizumi glares up at the ceiling, knowing damn well he wouldn’t be able to handle looking in your eyes. “don’t complain if I am too rough with you.”

You know you have to take all of him.

And take him you did.

You didn’t falter once, not through your choked gags or the spit falling down your chin, through the entirety of Iwaizumi’s rough facefucking you did not stop once. His low, guttural, moans were enough of a reward for sucking him off. You love seeing Iwaizumi worked up like this, biceps flex as he tightly twists his fingers in your hair, abs clenched under the impending orgasm he is sure to face.

“That’s my girl, so fucking good,” He hisses, moaning loudly when your spit pools onto his balls. The cold sensation causes his toes to curl, your tight throat only gives him a taste of what he knows your cunt has to offer. “I’ll make a mess of that pretty pussy after this.”

Miya Atsumu

Now, this bitch…. This fucking bitch T T Atsumu would be the WORST during blowjobs

This mans superiority complex would go to fucking mars and never return like PLEASEEE,,, tsum-tsum would get so cocky when your pretty lips are wrapped around him and he does the most because of it

He truly is the best eye-candy and he knows it too,,, he’d purposely groan or even whine because he knows what it does to you. Whenever you suck Atsumu off just know you’re going to have the best view of his pretty ass face

The way his lips curl up into a grin or how his tongue would swipe along the front of his teeth whenever you do something that he likes—- EEEEEEE!!!!!

Omg, he would also be SO encouraging in like an asshole way that’s so hot. Literally one of his hands would permanently rest on the back of your neck and he’d watch with his lips parted as you try to take his cock all the way down your throat, he’d let out little hisses and wouldn’t try to hide how his breath would hitch

“Oh, there you go baby,” He’d praise when your nose finally brushes against his pubic bone or “Come on, pretty girl, you can take it”

Like this man would be the absolute worst. Sometimes he takes it easy with you and sometimes he’s fucking your throat with the intent of giving you some sort of permeant damage!!!! (jk tsum-tsum would never do that but he is rough!!! Don’t forget it!)

He would not hold back a single moan when he’s fucking your face, he would literally slap his balls against your chin while fucking groaning to the sound of you choking on his cock

Atsumu is gross! LMAO he likes seeing you get all teary-eyed while spit pools at the corners of your mouth

I will say… Atsumu is the type of m*n who actually makes giving blowjobs worthwhile… (I forgot to add... this m4n has a thick ass dick like this shit.. wow! you won’t even be able to wrap your hand around itHAHAHA)

“Ah, come on, babe.” Atsumu groans, the shit-eating grin permanent on his face. His jaw falls slacked, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tries to bite down a hiss. How can he focus on anything other than your tongue playing with the head of his cock?

Despite his slight begging, you refuse to do anything other than tease Atsumu. You wrap your lips around his soft tip before dutifully sucking, running your tongue along his slit, and swallowing down his precum.

“You having fun?” Atsumu shudders, still trying to remain calm and cocky as his thighs twitch under your touch. He’s smiling down at you but you can see the frustrated knot of his brows, you’ve been waiting for him to snap.

What you want is for Atsumu to lose his mind.

Slowly, you take him further into your mouth. You softly bob your head, running your tongue underneath his cock as you take him about halfway in. The tip of his cock just barely touches your throat as you hollow out your cheeks and suck.

Atsumu grits his teeth, he knows you can take him further than this. He’s memorized his favorite teary expression of yours whenever you’re deep throating his cock. His frustrations are just boiling beneath the surface and he has to tighten the grip he has on the back of your neck to hold himself back from being any rougher.

He plans on letting his little angel play today. Atsumu loves seeing you act so sweetly with his cock, worshipping it before he blows your back out.

You slowly pull your mouth off of him and run your tongue alongside his dick, almost nuzzling your cheek into the appendage as you lower your mouth to his balls. Atsumu is always so sensitive, it’s impossible not to toy with him in such a way. You gently press a kiss into his skin before lapping the area around it up with your tongue, sucking harshly as Atsumu hunches over. His knees are weak, legs shaking, and he has to pull you off of him and bring your mouth back up to his cock.

Atsumu would have come untouched had you continued, you just know it.

Tsukishima Kei

Idk why I’ve been so obsessed with Tsukishima (and A*sumu),, this silly goofy mood is becoming permanent!!! Well,,, for those of you who like these bitches (aka my besties) , it seems as if you have won!!!

Okayyyy,,,, get into it,,, Tsukishima acts like hates blowjobs but he actually likes them.

Let me say that again, and this time I will explain!!! Tsukki pretends like he’s above getting a blowjob but whenever he’s working on himself whenever you’re not home he’s thinking of your tight little throat HAHAHAH It’s like this man hates the idea of being so weak and vulnerable to your touch that he would just not want to have it

You have to coax Tsukishima into getting a blowjob,,, he has such a hard time holding back his moans and whimpers it’s literally so enjoyable for the both of you. I think the longer you are with him like in a relationship, the more comfortable he will become with them,,, we know he’s a little hardass in the beginning of things!!!

Dare I say that at some point this man will start to tease you for wanting to give a blowjob like “oh, you want my cock that badly?” Or “if I finally put my dick in your mouth will you shut up?”

He’s charming, that one!!!

Tsukishima doesn’t really know what to do with his hands whenever you’re sucking him off and he usually ends up just fisting them into the sheets while he tries to hold himself back from bucking his hips in your face

OHH, omg, this bitch loves to 69….. like it takes the attention off of him getting a blowjob and,,,, he loves to see how you falter while trying to suck his dick,,, it makes it easier for him to tease you!

I feel as if Tsukishima, much like Hirugami, has a long but slim dick… one that is very pretty and has the same milky skin tone as the rest of his body hmmmmm those sendai frog shorts are not gonna fit him!!!!

Anyway enough about d!cks, I hate m3n!!!

“You just wanted my cock so badly, didn’t you?” Tsukishima sneers, his lips curling up into a grin as he looks down at you. You’re currently on your knees, between his legs, pawing at his thighs as you mouth over his cock covered by his boxers. “My little cock whore, hmm,” He pats your hair down gently, letting his fingers run over the back of your neck before tightly gripping the skin and pulling you forward. “Go on then, take it out,”

You’ve just about had it with your boyfriend, acting all cocky as if he doesn’t moan at the simple notion of your lips being inches away from his cock. You’ll make Tsukishima eat his words, watch him curl over from the delicate trace of your tongue alongside his cock. It’ll be too easy, you know this.

You nearly laugh when your boyfriend’s breath hitches as your fingers trail across his abdomen, you toy with the waistband of his boxers before gently pulling them down. It’s a slow effort, you watch as his cock strains against the thin material, painfully snapping up to his stomach when you finally remove the annoying piece of clothing. This makes him hiss.

Tsukishima has always been so sensitive. It’s seen in the way his cock twitches when your breath brushes against his warm skin and in the way his thighs twitch when you lightly rest your hands against them.

All it took was an innocent glance up as you take his cock into your mouth for him to release a quiet, shaky moan. His eyes pinch shut behind his glasses, hands bunched up by his sides as he tries not to cum instantly. The gentle bob of your head, your own moans leaving your lips, and the feeling of your nails digging into his thighs almost makes it hard for Tsukishima to breathe.

“Stop teasing me,” He seethes behind his clenched teeth, letting out another pathetic moan as you take him even further into his mouth. Tsukishima cannot hold back when his hips thrust against your face, shoving his cock harshly down your throat. Your glare is met with a fierce one of his own. “shut up and take it.”

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delicrieux · 5 years ago

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand)

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

ultimate masterlist. ҉ myso masterlist ҉ previous. ҉ next.

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it.

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge.

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too.

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view.

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”.

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute.

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets.

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance.

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?”

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over.

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae.

looking hot, her message read.

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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tags (in italics is those i couldn’t tag! make sure all’s ok w your settings!) : @littlebabysandboxburritos - @fairywriter-oracle - @tsukishimawh0re - @ofstarsanddreams - @bbecc-a - @annshit - @leahh19 - @letsloveimagines - @bellomi-clarke - @wineandionysus - @guiltydols - @onephootinfrontoftheother - @liamakorn - @thirstyfangirl - @lilysdaydreams - @pan-ini - @mxqicshxp - @tanchosanke - @yoshinorecommends - @flightsandfantasy - @liljennyx3 - @slashersdream - @unknown-and-invisible - @sinister-sleep - @fivedicksinatrenchcoat - @mercury–moon - @peterparkerspjsuit - @unstableye - @simonsbluee - @shinyshimaagain - @ppopty - @siriuslystupid - @crapimahuman - @ofthedewthesunlight - @mythicalamphitrite - @artsyally - @corpsesimpp - @corpsewhitetee - @corpse-husbandsimp - @hyp-oh-critical - @roses-and-grasses - @rhyrhy462 - @sparklylandflaplawyer - @charbkgo - @airwaveee - @creativedogs - @kaitlyn2907 - @loxbbg - @afuckingunicornn - @fleurmoon - @yeolliedokai - @truly-dionysus - @multi-fandom-central707

more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

#corpse husband #corpse #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse social media au #corpse husband fanfic #social media au #corpse husband x y/n #corpse x y/n #corpse husband fic #reader #xreader #imagine #imagines #myso #make you say oh

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dreamkidddream · 4 years ago

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I absolutely loved the doll! mc one with the brothers and diavolo. Could I ask for the same idea with the rest of the undateables and luke? If it isn't too much though. Thank you very much, don't forget to take care of yourself and stay hydrated!

I’m glad you enjoyed the first part!! I hope you’re staying safe through this pandemic and that you’re drinking plenty of water. I’m so happy that people liked the Doll!MC scenario so much (it even became one of my top posts and I was NEVER expecting that to happen 😳 click here to read it with the Bros and Diavolo). I got an UR card for Barbatos today and immediately thought back to this scenario cause I was just imagining the different situations with Doll!MC. Hope you enjoy!

Also, Luke’s part is strictly platonic, just FYI!

The Undateables (Minus Diavolo) with Doll!MC

Barbatos

Let me just say, you make this man’s day so much better

Your presence is just so calming for him. You could just be standing there (which is heavily enforced in the kitchen), not doing anything, and he would still be fully relaxed

Definitely loves you being in the kitchen with him, and will find ways to invite you so that you guys can spend time together

“MC, the young master has a tea party planned for this afternoon, and I’m afraid I may need your assistance to help prepare.”

“But Barb, I thought you didn’t want me touching anything-”

“I don’t want you touching anything that can cause you harm. I can easily handle the labor, but I do have a task for you...”

Cue to you sitting perfectly still and taste testing his sweets

“Barb, are you sure that I’m helping you like this? I don’t want to be useless to you!”

“Nonsense, MC. This is perfect. I needed someone with an exceptional palette, and you’re just the right person for me.”

Just you and him, and his sweet creations. What more could he ask for?

Maybe being in a relationship with you, but he is very sure that it’s going to be happening in the near future...and he didn’t even have to use his powers to know that

He stares at you a lot. He can’t help it, he loves to just admire you!

Barbatos is the type of guy where he doesn’t have to rely on words to express his love. His love language is acts of service: packing you lunch and extra sweets every week, giving you recipes that he wouldn’t even share with Luke, and gifting you mini accessories that you can wear with your outfits!

He gave you this adorable three-legged crow holding a cupcake hairpin and you’ve been wearing it ever since

He tries to hide his blush everytime he sees you and now he has to work even harder because of the pin lmao

HAVING YOUR OWN TEA PARTIES WEEKLY

You both have a designated day and time where you don’t plan anything in order to have your own tea parties

No Diavolo, no noisy demon brothers, no other exchange students (sorry Luke). Just you and him, enjoying each other’s company and him basking in your glow

If someone did try to harm you, he would already know of it and properly disposes of the problem. Lord Diavolo can’t afford to have any issues interfering with the exchange program, and he can’t afford to have anything happen to you so...no harm no foul, right?

Please continue to do what you’re doing MC. Stare at him with your bright, doe eyes and give him that lively smile everytime. It makes his day go by much easier, especially since he knows that you’ll still be there, waiting for him with your own desserts and that smile reserved just for him

Simeon

Was convinced that you were an angel

Lowkey still convinced that you’re an angel

Really, you just look so...angelic

Wasn’t upset when you revealed that you were in fact human; he was happy because this meant that he could show you around the Celestial Realm!

Speaking of Celestial Realm, be prepared for Simeon to be your very own personal tour guide everytime. This could be your 50th time up there and he’ll still try to point new things out

“And over here is-”

“Michael’s favorite resting place, since the lilies always seem to bloom whenever he’s around,” you giggled. “I remember Simeon, you tell me this everytime we visit!”

He’s a tad embarrassed

“Forgive me, MC. It seems that I get so elated over the fact that you’re here with me, I tend to repeat some things over.”

“That’s okay! I still have fun with you everytime!”

Oh MC, you’re too adorable!

Which causes him to worry over you. While he knows that the brothers and Diavolo (along with Barbatos) wouldn’t dare cause you any distress, the same couldn’t be said for the other demons lurking around, both in and out of RAD

But not to fear, Simeon your friendly guardian angel is here!

I am so sorry for the rhyme lmao

He may not have been personally assigned to you, but that doesn’t mean he can just let anything happen to you! He’s only doing his heavenly duties in protecting you! He’s also being a good friend by watching over you too, his little lamb

He wouldn’t attack anyone, but if he made a complaint or a very serious concern to the right person (Lucifer or Diavolo), consider the problem handled

You have your own tea time as well, and Luke would join you sometimes. But, every now and then, Luke would have to finish some homework or study, or Barbatos would miraculously call for him at the castle, or if it was just too late and Luke just had to go to sleep, then it would just be you two. Sitting by the fireplace, discussing matters ranging from RAD to your life in the human world, drinking tea that you would take turns preparing

Not to mention the downright dainty little cakes you would bring. One time you brought him angel cakes and he found so lighthearted and precious that he requested you bring them everytime, just for him

May or may not base a character in his new story around you

Simeon wants to shield you from the horrors that are surrounding you both. You’re so pure, he just wants you safe. From the way that you would dress to the way that your eyes would just look so amazed and innocent at him, he just knows that he needs to watch over you, always. The brothers do get a little wary when they see how much time you do spend at Purgatory Hall, but they know that Simeon couldn’t possibly have feelings for you, and you were always so giddy after leaving there, they couldn’t bring themselves to say anything

And Simeon knew that he was starting to feel more than he should. He couldn’t profess his love for you now in risk of falling, but he can wait until you get your wings. Just imagining you in your cute little Ceslestial Realm outfit (which he hopes still mimicked your current style) with your very own beaming halo was enough to keep him waiting and to make sure that you stayed on the right path

He deemed that you were worth the wait

Luke

BFFs! BFFs!

When he first saw you he could just cry

Someone innocent like you got sent down here with these monsters?! He had to keep you safe!!!

Simeon thought you were angel and then realized that you were not; Luke thought you were an angel and refused to believe that you weren’t

You didn’t have it in you to burst his bubble so soon, so you just let him run with it until Simon broke the news

It was like telling a kid that Santa Claus wasn’t real; you can only imagine how Luke took the revelation

Not well from what Solomon told you. Simeon kept saying he just needs some time to process things, and you just felt so awful about the whole thing

Which lead to you bringing him so much sweets that it made Beel jealous and very upset

But we all know how Beel can be around food, so it wasn’t a huge surprise. He chased you around all day and you had to use your pact to get him to stop!

And you promised to make him double the sweets in he forgave you so all is well

Luke was still obviously sad, but he wasn’t going to stay sad forever. Especially not after you brought this many sweets just for him!

Lucifer was not a happy demon when Simeon arrived at the HoL’s doorstep with you groaning and clutching your stomach. And Solomon took so many pictures of Luke while he passed out from his sugar high that he dedicated a whole album in his phone to it

Favorite activity to do together: Baking! (Obviously)

Trading recipes, shopping for ingredients together, baking things for each other to try (where really it was just to have double the desserts)

When you two are in the kitchen together, no one else is allowed (except for Simeon, but only if he’s looking and not touching). It’s now MC and Luke time, everybody else is gonna have to wait!

Luke only wants you to do the the activities that he sees as harmless: which is everything that doesn’t include sharp items and anything else that can hurt you

“MC get away from that! That can seriously hurt you! Let me get it for you instead!

“Luke, honey, it’s just an oven it’s not my first time using one-”

Too late, he already took it out of your hands into his own, mitts already on

Speaking of oven mitts

You guys have matching aprons and mitts!!

Barbatos may be a little bit jealous, but he likes the bond that you two have. And he knows that Luke won’t be a romantic rival so he’s alright lol

Luke is your deemed protector/bodyguard, and he proudly wears the title since no one bothers you because of him (or so he thinks). Everyone makes fun of him calling him a chihuahua, but jokes on him, when Luke complains, he complains

Won’t take long for Simeon or even one of the brothers to pick up on his whines complaints if he thinks someone is bothering you

Luke believes that while he’s small, he can protect you and try to keep you free from danger. He may be young, but he sees himself as the older brother out of you both (even though it’s really you being the older sibling and him being the baby). Always looking out for you especially since you’re too fragile to be left alone!

You’re one of the only people that genuinely likes him and don’t make fun of him. You’re dear to him MC, please don’t ever change!

Also, he definitely talks to Michael about you all the time so excitedly and sends him sweets that you both made together. Michael is a proud dad at this point

Solomon

Knew you wasn’t a doll but loved to tease you about being one anyway

Was there a spell that can really turn you into a doll? You wouldn’t mind if he tried it out on you, right MC?

Don’t tempt him please because he WILL do it

“Tell me, MC. Hypothetically speaking, if I were to purchase-”

“No Solomon, you can’t shrink me down to fit me into a dollhouse, no matter how nice it sounds. Besides, I can’t bake in a dollhouse, the oven wouldn’t work!”

“I can fix that.”

You’re very amusing to him for some reason. Was it because of how doll-like you are? The fairytale way that you dressed? How you were still human and was able to live with seven of the most powerful demons and not die? Maybe it’s the way that you still radiated such positivity despite being in literal Hell?

Honestly all of the above

TEACHING HIM HOW TO COOK/BAKE

Poor Solomon doesn’t realize that his cooking isn’t...the best

And you took the best approach in helping him atleast cook something that looks edible

You didn’t say his cooking was disgusting like some people (literally everyone else), so he took that you giving him lessons was a date of sorts

He wasn’t complaining. Your time spent in the kitchen was scenes straight of a romcom (no matter how cheesy it sounds); his arms wrapped around your waist and dotting icing on your pretty nose

May or may not have licked some icing off of you at one point, will definitely do it again

Solomon is a very confident man, borderline arrogant (Oh who am I kidding he IS arrogant). So yes, while people may see you as an easy target, he’s here to remind them that you’re not. And that if they want to try, chances are they won’t be walking away in one piece

He’s powerful, too powerful in fact. He may not be the strongest physically, but if even the entire student council recognizes his knowledge and what he’s capable of, no one should be dumb enough to test him (keyword: try)

But he wouldn’t mind showing off if it’s for you

You’re one of the only beings to ever peak Solomon’s interest genuinely. Yes, he loved to tease and bug you whenever he pleased, but you also made him want to come around you more and more. He was drawn to you, and that doesn’t happen a lot with him (at least without ulterior motives)

*coughcough* making pacts *coughcough*

You were the only thing that made Solomon feel weak, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Don’t get him wrong, he’s still The Greatest Sorcerer, but he couldn’t help but feel himself get weak in the knees when you gazed at him with so much sincerity. He loves it and loves you

Once your back in the human world, he’s going to be so selfish with you. I mean, he already kinda was now, but this time there won’t be any interruptions or distractions around to take your attention

Us humans have to stick together, and what better way to stick together than to be together, wouldn’t you say MC?

#obey me x reader #obey me reader insert #obey me undateables #undateables x reader #obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #barbatos x reader #barbatos x mc #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #solomon x reader #solomon x mc #simeon x reader #simeon x mc #obey me simeon #obey me luke #luke is baby

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lovelybarnes · 4 years ago

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peter- p. parker

pairings: peter parker x reader, platonic!tony stark x peter parker, mom!natasha romanoff x reader, platonic!harley keener x reader

warnings: none?

about: based off of this (tiktok trend where you call your boyfriend/husband by their name)

a/n: i wanted to start a tiktok series for the longest time and this is a nice start right? i'm going to include all of the people i write for, i just need to find trends lmao. i hope y'all like this!

you pouted, glaring at tony as he ignored you, continuing to steal peter’s attention away from you. in his defense, you had done that to him before, dragging peter away by the hand the second he finishes in the lab. you could feel the smug look tony was sending your way as you gave up, and you kicked at dum-e in retaliation. “hey, bub? i’m gonna go train or something, please come get me when you’re done, i wanna spend time with you.”

peter nodded, looking over his shoulder for a second to pucker his lips at you and blow you a quick kiss, “okay, pretty girl, i promise i’ll be down in one or two hours- right?” he looked at tony, and the man responded with a distracted nod.

“promise?” you ask, too used to him saying the same thing and spending twice the amount of time. “of course, i can’t spend that much time away from you, angel.”

you blushed, muttering a “fine,” and heading down to the training room.

you were sprawled on the mat, chest heaving while natasha stared at you, “you good, y/n?”

“not great, mom, you really didn’t hold back today, did you?” you asked, eyes closed. you heard nat chuckle, poking you with her foot, “you did good, honey, i’m proud of you. i imagine peter is in your room sulking?”

you groaned at that, rolling over. “i doubt it. how long have we been sparring?”

“almost four hours, why?”

an hour or two, my ass, you thought, sighing. you stood, “nothing, just, he’s busy right now. is wanda around? loki? harley?”

natasha unwrapped her hands, asking for yours as she spoke, “wanda’s on a date with vision, loki is… probably being the god of mischief somewhere, and harley is in the common room doing something.”

you thanked her as she took the bands away, stretching your fingers.

“thank you, nat, i’m gonna go take a shower, thanks for letting me beat your ass,” she shoved you lightly as you walked past, and you giggled, walking to the elevator. pushing up against the glass that let you see into the lab, you spotted peter, slumped down on a bean bag chair tony had put in his lab for your boyfriend. his mouth was moving, hands in the air, and tony was in front of him, nodding along to whatever he was saying with a screwdriver uselessly in his hand. you managed to catch a sliver of their conversation,

“you know how i told you yesterday about ned? well, today, he…”

busy indeed, you thought with a scowl, watching as the elevator rose past the floor and up to yours. you grumbled as you walked to your room and resisted the desire to simply drop on your bed and call harley over, stepping into your bathroom instead.

ten minutes later, you were on the couch of the main room with harley, your head smushed against his shoulder, paying attention to the screen of your phone instead of the movie on the television. “so, you’re angry at peter?” harley asked, and you looked up at him, shaking your head.

“no, no, i’m just upset, i’ve barely seen him all week, and he promised he’d be out in an hour or two, but it’s been four-”

“maybe he’s busy?” harley offered, and you scoffed, “yes, gossipping about ned-”

harley bit his lip, “maybe it was a break?”

you shrugged at that, leaning on him again, “maybe. i still miss him, though.”

harley hummed as you scrolled past the videos on tiktok, coming across one of the couple videos that had been popping up on your for you page ever since you posted a video with peter.

harley swiped your phone in excitement, pointing at the video, “hey, you should do this! scare him a little.”

you tilted your head in confusion, taking your phone back apprehensively, “do what? you didn’t even let me watch, and what are you talking about?”

your eyes settled on your phone, mint letters reading calling my boyfriend by his name instead of his pet name. you laughed at it, realizing that harley was right.

as if reading your mind, harley smirked, “he would freak out, sometimes i think you forget each other’s real names.” you gave him a look, and he raised his arms in a sign of surrender. “i don’t know, it’s not a bad idea. people have been asking me to prank him for a while now.”

“see?” harley said, satisfied with himself. “i’ll do it, if i ever see him again, that is.”

“oh, you are so dramatic,” harley huffed. “you love me,” you scoff, and you feel him nod, “yes i do, now, go away, i haven’t been able to concentrate on my movie at all since you came here.”

you harrumph, and just as though on cue, you hear peter come through the door of the living room. you hum when you feel him press his lips on your forehead, “hi, beautiful,” he greets, shoving harley’s head away as his hello.

“hello to you too,” harley mutters, and you feel peter tug at you, “come on, let’s go to your room.” you laugh and pat harley’s thigh, “i’ll see you later, harls.” he waves you off, and you stand before letting peter drag you to your room. right when you’ve clicked the button to your floor, peter still outside of the elevator, you remember the video, stiffening up. “actually, can you get me some water, peter?” you ask, and you only catch a glimpse of peter’s face as his eyebrows furrow, voice saying a cut off “yeah,” the elevator doors closing on his face. you chuckle while the elevator lifts, scrambling to pull out your phone and setting it up to make a tiktok. you sprint to your room, closing the door quietly and sitting on your bed, pretending like you were on your phone as you waited for peter’s hurried steps to come closer.

three tentative knocks came from your door and you clicked record before telling peter to come in. “hey, princess,” he spoke softly, and you smiled, “hi peter.”

he winced, setting down the glass of water on your table. you gave an insincere frown, “what’s wrong?”

“i just- did i do something wrong?” peter asked, puppy eyes in full blow. “no?” you say, feigning confusion, “why?”

“it’s- you called me peter,” he whined, and you breathed out in a sort of laugh, “is that not your name?” you queried, and peter puffed out his cheeks, “you only call me that when you’re mad.”

you laugh fully now, “when have you ever seen me mad at you, peter?”

peter crosses his arms, huffing, “i don’t know a peter.”

your mouth falls open slightly, “peter!-” you don’t get to finish when peter turns his head away from you, bottom lip jutting out and eyes looking up at nothing, “peter isn’t here, i’m bubba, or handsome, or-”

“oh my god,” you snicker, “dude, it’s-”

peter turns to you, mouth open in indignation, “dude- y/n/n!” he cries, and you drop your phone on the bed, noticing the video is done.

you’re smiling, stretching your arms out to him as a peace offering, “it was just a tiktok, petey, and it was also all harley’s idea-”

“i thought you were mad!” he complains, accepting your arms and wrapping his own around your waist, head on your chest. you respond with a small snort, running your fingers through his curls, “i didn’t think it was this big of a deal, it’s just your name, bub.”

peter doesn’t respond, nuzzling his head further into your boobs, “mean.”

you just roll your eyes, grabbing your phone to post the tiktok (which amassed over three million likes after an hour).

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meltwonu · 4 years ago

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| 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 | [CHAPTER 4]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x reader

this chapter’s notes; fratboy!wonwoo, fingering, littlest bit of dirty talk, praise!kink, soft soft soft FLUFF hours, a bit of a filler chapter before the last chapter!! 😭 I can’t believe it’s almost ‘over’... This chapter has the least amount of smut yall will ever see with fratboy!wonwoo so don’t get used to it ☠️ LMAO 🤣🤣 also... it’s been a garbage week(boring work drama) for me so I’ll answer inbox msgs and stuff on sunday, I need to get away from the internet(and people) for a day dkfjhskh 😭💕 Ya’ll thank you for so much love and support with Caffeine and Until I Met You! It means so much to me and I appreciate every like, reblog and comment I get on it 🥺💕 No I will never be ending my fratboy!wonwoo au so don’t worry about that hehe 💕 For now, enjoy this soft ch 4 and I will see yall on Sunday! I love you, have a great weekend! 💕

[mood for this chapter: more than enough - alina baraz]

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - x

“So…”

Wonwoo sighs - re-shelving another Edgar Allen Poe book. “So, what?”

Mingyu tilts his sunglasses down, eyebrows raised at the older male that continues to do his job instead of give him the time of day. “What’s going on with you, hyung? You’ve been… weird.”

“Okay, define weird.”

The younger male pouts as he takes his sunglasses off, pocketing them as he leans up against the bookshelf that Wonwoo is currently still shelving.

It only takes one utterance of your name for Wonwoo to stop in his tracks - fingertips on the spine of another book as he turns to Mingyu. “What about her? Did she say something to you?”

“No, but do you like her? I mean, ‘like’ like her.”

“Is it not… obvious? That I do? Did we not all collectively have that conversation about me giving her a set of keys to our house?”

Mingyu grimaces slightly as he mentally goes through all the times he’d even seen the two of you together and he’s only able to conjure up a few select memories - none of which were anything necessarily romantic. “Well… I wouldn’t say ‘obvious’, I guess. The two of you aren’t exactly the ‘kiss and hold hands in public’ kind of... people. More like the, ‘sneak off to fuck in a public restroom’ kind... Which, uh, isn’t really... romantic.”

This time, Wonwoo crosses his arms and leans up against the opposite bookshelf as he sighs.

It’d been a few days since he’d seen you and you’d been swamped in so much class work that you didn’t even have the time to come by the library or the frat house. And even while Wonwoo stood in between the bookshelves having a conversation with Mingyu, you were finishing an art project with Minghao that was due by the end of the day.

“I know. I told her it’d be kind of a slow crawl for me.” He plucks another book from the cart, staring at the glossy text as he simmers in his thoughts. “Mingyu, am I awkward?”

“Erm, well, I wouldn’t say that necessarily.”

Mingyu steps forward, patting Wonwoo on the shoulder as he smiles.

“You like her and you’re trying even if you’re not used to it. You gotta start somewhere, hyung. Even if you’re a fish out of water. But that’s okay, you can ask me for help if you want!”

“When are you gonna put a ring on Wonwoo-hyung?”

You snort at Minghao’s question - reaching for a clean paintbrush as he stands across from you in the large, empty studio. “First of all, can you not say it like that? I’m not gonna marry him, okay.”

The male rolls his eyes as he steps closer to you; his own hands and clothes covered in a colorful array of paints. “So you’re saying you never imagined hyung in a suit, hair slicked back and his buff arms carrying you off into your honeymoon?”

“W--wh--n--no! No, I haven’t!” You avoid his piercing stare as you focus on your end of the large canvas instead.

No, but I dreamt about it once.

“‘Hao, would you hurry! We’re supposed to be collaborating on this and it looks… like it’s 5 different art styles.”

“Don’t change the subject on me. And anyway, I like what you’re doing to hyung. Breaking him out of his shell, y’know? He’s just shy, that’s all. Needs a little work in the bold department.”

You bite down the urge to laugh because to you, Wonwoo was everything but shy when it came to the bedroom. Although, Minghao was right with everything else. “Yeah, I know. We went for breakfast together after I, um, stayed over a few nights ago and he kinda just sat there zoned out, picking at his waffles. He’s really cute when he wakes up in the morning though. Pouty and whiny.”

Grinning at Minghao, he pretends to gag in response before taking a seat next to you.

“Disgusting. Tell me more.”

Wonwoo makes an effort to check in with you throughout the day before he heads back to his room - asking you if you’d had your meals and if you’d finished your project on time.

You’d answered sporadically as you and Minghao raced to finish.

‘I’ll eat late probably… rly gotta finish or else my ass is failing lol’

‘Just don’t forget, okay? It’s not good for you to skip.’

Wonwoo lays down in his bed; yawning as he sets his phone onto the nightstand next to himself.

His eyelids feel heavy and he’s quick to give in to the tiredness that takes over him once he gets comfortable.

When Wonwoo finally decides to shift during his nap, he finds it difficult and extra warm.

“Mmh…”

His bleary eyes adjust to the, now, slightly darkened room as he makes out your figure tucked underneath his arm. He calls your name softly - waking you up from the nap that you’d apparently joined him in.

“Mmh… Wonwoo…” You snuggle in deeper, voice still laced with sleep. “You didn’t even budge when I came in…”

He chuckles softly as he readjusts to spoon you from behind instead; his strong arm wrapped around your waist to keep your body flush against his own.

“I’m surprised you came by, sweetheart. I would’ve just stayed awake had I known you were coming over.” His voice is groggy and laced with sleep as you sigh softly in return as you blink away the sleepiness.

“How was your day at the library? Miss me yet?” Wonwoo smiles into your shoulder before he tilts his head up to kiss the shell of your ear.

“Always, sweetheart. Although, Mingyu decided to keep me busy today.”

“Oh? Anything fun?”

He plays with the hem of your shirt, “Well… Fun isn’t the word I’d use to describe what that was. Nosy was more like it.”

This time you can’t help but snort in response. “You too? I think some people were being ‘lil moles today.”

“Wouldn’t doubt it. Did you end up just coming back here with Minghao from the studio?”

“Wasn’t planning on it, to be honest but… S’been a rough day.” Placing your hand over his arm, you squeeze slightly as you pull his arm around you tighter. “Our professor came by while we were working in the studio and said our project wasn’t up to par with what Minghao and I usually submit for projects. She didn’t fail us on the spot but she said we need to redo it for less credit or take the failing grade.”

Wonwoo nuzzles your neck; peppering small kisses on your clothed shoulder. “I take it the two of you are going to redo it?”

“Mm… We spent so long coming up with a concept and now we’re both stressed about coming up with something new. I walked over here with ‘Hao and he locked himself up in his room as soon as we got here. Figured I’d come hang out with you and found you napping… With your glasses on, no less.”

The two of you share a laugh; Wonwoo’s embrace making you feel more at ease.

“Can I help you de-stress a little, sweetheart?”

You stare at the opposite wall, nodding gently as Wonwoo’s hand leaves the hem of your shirt in favour of the waistband of your shorts.

“Just want you to feel good,” he whispers. “You deserve it. You’ve been working so hard, baby.”

He teases you softly; fingertips ghosting across your skin as you shiver. “Ah, Wonwoo…”

“You worked extra hard today too, didn’t you? I’m so proud of you for what you accomplished today.”

Your body heats up at his praise and you can’t deny that his deep, soft voice sends thrums of arousal pouring over your body just as he dips his hand into your lounge shorts. He touches you over your panties - fingertips ghosting against your mound as you moan his name shakily in return.

“I know your new idea is going to be great, baby. I believe in you.”

Soft whines threaten to spill as Wonwoo strokes you over your panties - slowly working you up as you find yourself trying to grind against his hand. “Y-yeah… ‘m p-pretty sure ‘Hao’s already working on it…”

Your voice is barely above a whisper as Wonwoo continues to stroke you gently; making no efforts to rush or add pressure to his feather-light touches.

A disappointed noise falls from your lips when he starts to pull his hand out of your shorts but it quickly turns into a content sigh when he starts teasing your chest instead.

“Mm, so soft…” Muttering against your shoulder, his eyes stare off into the dark room as he massages your body. “And all mine~”

You hum in response, “We should go on a date sometime…”

“You want to? We can go this weekend. After you’ve redone some of your project. I’ll take you somewhere nice for a job well done.”

You giggle softly; images of a wedding day’s Wonwoo dancing in your mind after the conversation you’d had with Minghao earlier. “I’d like that. We should do something for the whole day.”

“Whatever you’d like, baby.”

Wonwoo’s hand flits down your body again - snaking into your shorts and, this time, into your panties as you whine. “Do you wanna cum or go back to sleep, hmm?”

You ponder it for a second as the drowsiness equates the urge to cum on his fingers.

“Both? I wanna cum and then sleep a little more... If that’s okay?”

Wonwoo hums in agreement as his fingertips drag through your folds - collecting the wetness on them before he teases your soaked hole. “Only a little teasing gets you this wet, hmm? So cute.”

“Ah, f-feels good when you go slow t-too...”

He stores that away in his head for later; chuckling against your shoulder as he slowly starts to dip his middle finger into your cunt.

You feel warm and content when he starts a slow pace - thumb on your clit rubbing soft, slow circles while he pumps his finger into you.

“O-oh, Wonwoo...”

“You’re always good for me, baby. Always such a good girl.”

“Ah, Wonwoo...”

“You can cum whenever you want. You deserve it.”

He adds his index finger - thrusting both fingers into you as you mewl and arch away from his warm chest. Your toes curl and your thighs clamp and trap his hand between your legs as you start to grind down onto his nimble fingers.

“...W--Wonwoo...”

“That’s right, baby. Call my name, let me hear your pretty voice when your cumming for me.”

You turn your head - cries muffled into his pillow because despite his slower than usual pace, you find yourself already on the brink of cumming with his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and his thumb on your clit.

“Mmh... Ah... Feels s-so warm... and g-good...” You mutter, eyes blinking drowsily. “Gonna c-cum...”

He doesn’t say anything in return as he focuses on you and your pleasure; fingers scissoring and curling right into your g-spot as you clamp down onto them in a vice grip.

Wonwoo knows when you’re about to cum when he feels your hand coming down on his forearm, holding onto him for dear life when your orgasm still hits you just as hard.

“Ngh, Wo---Wonwoo!”

Your walls flutter around his fingers and make it harder for him to thrust them in and out with how tight you get.

“That’s my good girl. Cum for me, baby~”

His deep voice makes you whine - nails digging into his arm and body trembling as the pleasure steadily washes over you.

“Ah, bet your face is so pretty right now too~”

“Mmh, s-stop...” Your cheeks burn in slight embarrassment from his constant praise but you can’t deny the way it goes straight to your core and only prolongs your orgasm.

“Don’t be so shy, baby. It’s only you and me here.”

Wonwoo leans away slightly to kiss the crown of your head - still working you through your orgasm as you sigh contentedly in his arms.

Various thoughts run through his head in the moment, but the one that sits at the forefront of his mind is definitely how to make sure he kept treating you right.

Starting with your date that he would spend time meticulously planning.

‘Ah, I should ask Mingyu for some advice.’

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nugnthopkns · 5 years ago

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if everything could ever feel this real forever

word count: 4.3k

warnings: explicit!fem reader, cursing, alcohol consumption, allusion to sexual content (nothing explicit but minors please be aware!)

recommended listening: everlong | foo fighters

a/n: broke down and wrote for ratty matty. alternalty titled four times matthew thinks you’re the one and one time he knows (4+1′s are fun to write, pls don’t fight me). also pls ignore the fact i don’t know how airports work, i’ve only ever flown domestically lmao

Matthew feels different when you’re around.

You don’t turn him into a completely different person. He’s still himself – an absolute pest at times – but more genuine. With you he can feel everything deeply, say whatever’s on his mind without the fear of being judged. It’s the best kind of different, and he wouldn’t change it for the world. His teammates constantly ask him when he’s going to lock you down; put a ring on your finger and change your last name, but he needs to be sure before he makes such a big commitment.

one

It’s the beginning of July, and you’re sweating buckets in the back of an Uber. The driver has the air cranked, but nothing seems to alleviate the heat. You know it will be worse in St. Louis so you do your best not to complain, but it’s hard. Taking two weeks off to visit your boyfriend in his hometown sounded like a great idea, but reading the weather forecast has you re-evaluating the trip.

Your phone lights up in your lap, and you eagerly unlock it. It’s a text from Matthew. Have a safe flight. Text me when you land. Tayrn will be there to pick you up – Brady and I’s on-ice got extended. I’ll see you when I get home. Love you.

Though you wish he could be the first person you see when you touch down, you understand that his job comes first. Besides, your re-unification will be more private this way. I get to see the best Tkachuk first, fuck yeah you reply, before following it up with Love you too Matty. See you soon.

Soon after sending the text you arrive at the entrance of Calgary International Airport. With a polite thank you to your driver, you grab your suitcase and head inside. The working air conditioning answers your silent prayers and you feel your body slowly return to a normal temperature. Check in is fast, and before you know it you’re breezing through security. A slightly nervous traveller, you’re at the gate earlier than you need to be. The plane doesn’t take off for another two hours. You don’t mind the wait, listening to a couple of podcast episodes and grabbing a snack at the lounge before boarding.

The five hour flight passes in the blink of an eye. St. Louis is busier than Calgary, and it takes you longer than you thought it would to get through customs. Once passed immigration and at the baggage carousel you let Matthew know you’re safely inside the city limits. You grab your obnoxious suitcase – a bright red thing with a giant Flames logo that Matthew thought would be funny to give you – and set out to find Tayrn. She’s easy to spot, waving a giant poster with your name on it. Abandoning nearly all airport etiquette, you rush through the crowd to see her. Over the years she’s become a little sister and close friend, and you really wish you could see her more frequently.

“Y/N!” Taryn squeals as you wrap your arms around her. The pair of you embrace for another moment or two before making your way to her car. Neither of you can stop talking, so excited to be in each other’s presence.

“It’s so nice to be back,” you sigh. “I really do like St. Louis.”

Tayrn giggles. “You’re just excited to see Matthew.”

Though she isn’t wrong, you swat her bicep in faux annoyance. “What? Can a girl not enjoy a nice Midwestern city?” You push your sunglasses up onto the bridge of your nose before continuing. “Besides, I only came here to see you. I see enough of Matt at home.”

She rolls her eyes but extends her arm so you can fist bump her. With a quick look to make sure the way is clear, Taryn exits the parking spot and heads in the direction of your temporary home. The open sunroof allows the wind to whip through your hair and you struggle to tame it enough to put it in a ponytail. One Direction blasts from the stereo, and you join Taryn in screaming the lyrics until your lungs hurt. Being on vacation, even if it’s only to St. Louis, is so freeing. You don’t have to deal with work deadlines or friendship drama. All that matters is spending time with Matthew.

When you pull into the Tkachuk’s driveway it’s empty. It’s Thursday afternoon; Chantal’s at work, Keith is golfing with friends, and the boys are at the rink. You take a few minutes to unpack, filling Matthew’s drawers with your clothes, before joining Taryn by the pool. St. Louis is just as hot as the city you left, and the travel has left you feeling below average. A quick swim is sure to be the perfect remedy.

The water is the right kind of cool, and alleviates any stress you were possibly feeling. You’re properly in vacation mode now, lounging on pool floaties and gossiping with Taryn. An hour later when Matthew returns home you’re in basically the same position. Stepping out into the yard he sees you urging Taryn to turn around so you can place sunscreen onto the one spot she missed, laughing all the while at some ridiculous celebrity rumor she’s telling you. Seeing you get along so easy with his sister, and the rest of his family, makes his heart swell.

In the couple of months you’ve been separated, Matthew’s thought a lot about his future. Specifically about his future with you. When he closes his eyes he can see it clearly: the two of you married with children and a dog, living in a house in the mountains and loving life. It’s idyllic, and even though he knows you’d say yes if he asked you, Matthew still can’t bring himself to do it. There’s something in the back of his brain telling him to wait until he knows with absolute certainty that you’re it for him.

Not wanting to be separated from you for a minute more, he snaps out of his daze and scurries over. Wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and pressing a kiss to the base of neck, he relishes in how you mould to him immediately, not even questioning who it was.

“Welcome back baby,” Matthew mumbles into your skin.

With a chuckle you wriggle slightly in his grasp, allowing yourself to face him. You press a kiss to his lips and it feels like heaven. Absence does make the heart grow fonder, you suppose, because you could stand here kissing Matthew your the rest of your life and be happy.

“Hi Matty,” you giggle against his lips, parting from him only to rest your forehead on his and twist a curl around your finger.

From somewhere inside the house you hear Brady yell, “Jesus Christ, you two, get a room.”

Without taking his eyes off you, Matthew replies, “Fuck off Brady!”

two

The energy inside the Saddledome is electric. It’s the Flames’ first home game in nearly a week, doing an east coast road trip and sweeping every team they faced. Six games later the team is on a nine game winning streaking and are hoping to keep it going. You know how much it matters in this moment – the playoffs are fast approaching and all points they can tally up are needed.

You had decided months ago to buy rinkside tickets for this game, planning to surprise Matthew. He loves when you sit in the regular crowd, cheering and spilling your beer like any old fan. It’s humbling for the both of you, and honestly you enjoy it. Though you love those in the Better Halves box, you were a hockey fan before dating Matthew and sometimes like to enjoy games by yourself. Plus, your friend was supposed to be in town and join you at the game, and you figured she’d like to experience how insane the area is firsthand.

So you do your best to quickly shimmy around those blocking your seat, beverage in hand. It was all you could do to get to the rink on time, sitting in the dense downtown traffic for nearly three quarters of an hour after rushing out of work. You wanted to make it before warmups started to make sure Matt knows you’re there supporting him. No one really bats an eye at you, which you’re thankful for. In no way are you notorious, but it wouldn’t take a die-hard fan long to recognize you. Sitting down and letting a soft sigh escape your lips, you carefully place your jacket over the seat beside you. At the last minute your friend had to cancel her trip to Calgary, leaving you solo. With a quick look at the clock you see that warm up will start in just under a minute. The players begin to step onto the ice as you sip your beer. Matthew is yet to notice you but you don’t take offence. He’s in the zone and most likely won’t realize you’re sitting right in front of him until halfway through the third period.

“Look daddy, it’s Matthew Tkachuk!” you hear a young boy shriek in excitement. “He’s so fast, I want to play just like him.”

You turn to look and see two rows above you there’s a father and son, who looks around eight. He’s wearing a jersey identical to yours, and from the sounds of his excited chattering it’s his first game. Seeing the young boy so happy to be here, to see your boyfriend, has your heart swelling. You want to make this a game he’ll never forget.

“Hi,” you smile at the father. “I don’t mean to intrude, but I know Matthew quite well. Would you like me to get his attention so your son could meet him?”

A shocked expression makes its way onto the dad’s face, but he doesn’t react negatively. “You’d do that?” he asks. “Riley loves Matthew. Wants to be just like him.” When you nod, he lets you approach the boy.

“Hey there Riley, I’m Y/N,” you say, smiling and extending a hand to him. “I’m a special friend of Matthew’s. Would you like to meet him?”

The boy looks at his father tentatively, and only once he nods encouragingly does Riley respond to your question. “Yes please.”

“Why don’t you come down here with me and we’ll get his attention?”

With a little help from you, Riley climbs over the seats and plops unceremoniously beside you. You help him straighten out his jersey before beginning a conversation. He tells you he plays in a local youth league and wants to make it to the NHL one day. When prompted, you explain to him that you work a boring office job that you love even though it makes you angry sometimes. It’s all very formal, but after cracking a few jokes you get him to loosen up.

Matthew, still not having noticed you, begins to skate along the boards in your direction. “Watch this,” you whisper-yell to your newfound friend, “I bet he’ll jump super high.”

As soon as Matthew passes your spot you bang on the glass and scream his name. Sure enough, his skates lift a good three inches of the ice and he shrieks. Teammates around him laugh and the look on his face is priceless when he discovers you’re the culprit.

“Babe!”

You smile. “Matty, this is my new friend Riley. He wears number nineteen just like you!” A glance at the boy lets you know he’s starstruck, and your eyes lock with Matthew’s.

He leans down and rests his hands on his knees, at eye level with the child. “Hi Riley,” he begins. “I’m Matt. I like your jersey.”

After that, Riley’s a tap that won’t turn off. He details every bit of his day to Matt, and even though their voices are muffled a bit from the glass they get on like two peas in a pod. Matthew is great with children and doesn’t shy away from having legitimate conversations with them. He talks to them like they’re people, which is something you admire about him. The warmup time runs out, but before he heads back to the dressing room Matthew hoists his stick over the glass, giving it to Riley. The younger boy beams and waves goodbye. You blow Matthew a kiss, which he gladly returns, and turn your attention away from him as his figure retreats.

“Is he your boyfriend?”The question makes you laugh.

“Is it that obvious?” you ask, to which Riley just shrugs.

“He called you ‘babe’, and my mommy calls my dad that. That means you’re in love,” he says as though it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world.

Matthew cannot pay attention in the locker room for the life of him. He’s trying really hard to listen to everyone’s hype speeches, but his mind keeps wandering back to the interaction you shared during warm up. You looked so happy watching him interact with the boy you found god knows where within the arena. It’s then he realizes he wants to watch you act like that for the rest of his life. He wants to see you bring excited children to meet him because you have the power to make their nights. His suspicion is confirmed when he steps onto the ice and looks in your direction, finding you and Riley pressed up against the glass cheering loudly.

three

The Giordano’s are hosting an end-of-season barbeque before everyone scatters into the wind, and you’re going to be late. No matter how much you reminded Matthew of what time you had to leave he still started getting ready as you were finishing up. This typically wouldn’t be a big deal, but he has recently started taking care of his curls, and the routine eats up a lot more time than he anticipates.

“Matty, are you almost ready? There’s going to be no parking!”

His footsteps echo off the hardwood floor as he comes towards you. “That’s what you’re worrying about, baby? Parking?” Matthew laughs, pulling you into his side and kissing the crown of your head.

“Yeah Matt, I am. You know I have parking anxiety.”

“I’ll drive then,” he says sweetly. “Besides, it’s been a while since I’ve driven us. Have some fun tonight.”

The short drive across town is full of laughter. Neither of you are great singers, but it doesn’t stop you from belting out lyrics at the top of your lungs. At some point Matthew breaks out a rather terrible impression of Axl Rose and you just have to post it to your instagram story. Captioning with a simple microphone emoji, you slip your phone back into your sweater pocket. Though most certainly warm enough to spend the entire evening outside, Calgary currently has a bit of a proclivity for wind, and you’d rather be prepared. Outside of Mark and Lauren’s house Matthew finds a spot and parallel parks with ease.

“Shut up,” you mumble, poking your tongue out at him.

Matthew ruffles your hair in retaliation before jumping out of the vehicle, booking it around to the other side so he can open your door. He isn’t slick about hiding his intentions, grabbing a handful off your ass before leaning down to kiss you. Though you’d much rather stand in the cul-de-sac and make out with your boyfriend, you both have appearances to keep up. You get him to stop being a pest kong enough that you can enter the party and pass him off to his teammates.

You congregate with some of the other girls in the corner of the yard, and enjoy a drink while the sun sets. It’s fun to gossip with them, to catch up one final time before most of them leave. You’ll be staying in Calgary, job tying you down for the foreseeable future. The only thing that’s better than spending time with your friends is glancing at Matthew from across the space.

He’s enjoying himself, glass of water in hand. When he offered to be the designated driver he was serious, and he took the shit the boys were giving him in stride. Though you’ve only had one gin and tonic and can’t feel the effects of the alcohol, you’re glad he’s staying true to his word. The heightened water intake makes his skin glow, and you’re having a hard time staying focussed on the story Lauren is telling. He catches you staring and shoots you a dazzling smile. Tired of keeping your distance, you excuse yourself from the conversation and saunter over to your boyfriend.

“Hey Y/N,” Noah says breezily, raising his glass to you in mock salute. You wrap your arms tightly around Matthew’s waist.

“Hanifin,” you smile. “I’m really sorry to do this, but I need to pull Matt away for a quick second.”

No one in the group is the least bit surprised. The two of you have a reputation for being young and in love, sneaking off often and doing everything that entails. Once the two of you are alone you rest a hand on his chest, dangerously close to the button of his shirt. You then move kissing along the underside of his jaw, pressing your body closer to his to ensure he gets the point.

“Needy baby?” Matthew tries to smirk, but his voice wavers when you reach the junction of his jawbone and earlobe.

Declining to speak, you continue your actions until he’s just as desperate to get home as you. Though you try to be sneaky as you exit through the back gate, you won’t be surprised if you wake up to a few crude text messages. You’re too far gone to care, solely focussed on showing your boyfriend how much you love him.

The entire ride home Matthew can barely focus on the road. Not because you’re doing anything particularly risqué, a few too many close calls have put you both off of initiating things in the car, but because he doesn’t ever want to stop sneaking away from events with you. It’s exhilarating in more ways than one, and he hopes the feeling never goes away. Being with you, his best friend, is something he wouldn’t trade for the entire world. So what if he gets chirped by the boys for having precariously placed marks on his back.

four

September brings a chill to Calgary, but you couldn’t feel warmer. Matthew is due home this afternoon after nearly four months of being away. Of course you visited him in St. Louis, and he even flew back to the city once, but the two of you were mostly separated. Your shared apartment felt cold and lonely without him to annoy you, so you had spent as much time away from it as possible. No longer do you have to fall asleep with Matt’s side of the bed stone cold.

Though you know he likely won’t care, you’re nervous about the new decor. In an effort to make yourself feel better in Matthew’s absence, you completed some home renovations. Most are superficial, like a new sectional and an ungraded home speaker system, but you had redone the entire kitchen after scrolling through pinterest. The cabinets are a bright yellow, and the walls are a warm cream. Subway tile has also replaced the previous backsplash. You’re quite proud of the way it looks – doing pretty much all of it yourself and only calling your dad when you really needed help.

You spend much of the morning not doing anything productive, pacing the hallway back and forth. It’s nerve wracking and exciting to have Matthew home. Things will go much smoother with his presence even if he can sometimes be the most annoying person on the planet. You force yourself to eat a small meal before continuing to wear holes into your floor. He’ll arrive in a matter of minutes, and you’re practically vibrating with how much your legs are shaking.

A key twists in the lock, as though it’s a Pavlovian response, you bound towards the front door. Not even letting him step over the threshold you wrap yourself around him as tightly as possible. Matthew giggles sweetly, and you swear it’s the best sound you’ve ever heard. Tears flow freely down your cheeks and soak through his shirt. In a very ungraceful waddle Matthew carries the both of you inside your home and shuts the door lightly.

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” Matt asks, obviously concerned because this is more emotional than any homecoming you’ve ever had.

Through hiccupping sobs, you stutter out, “I painted the kitchen cabinets yellow and you’re going to hate them. And then you’ll want to break up with me but I won’t be able to take them with me.”

“Woah woah woah, slow down baby,” he soothes, rubbing circles on your back. “Why am I going to hate it?”

When you can’t come up with a justifiable answer, he knows your anxiety just got the better of you. Repositioning you slightly so you’re tucked into his side, Matthew walks through the apartment to see the kitchen for himself. He’s blown away by its beauty, and he can see just how much work you put into it. The room is so much brighter and inviting – he can’t imagine having any other kitchen now.

Once you ramble off an apology for being so dramatic that he won’t accept, the two of you settle into the couch and start a reality television marathon. It’s a tradition that both of you take very seriously, and though he’d never admit it to anyone but you, Matthew looks forward to watching the outlandish dramas. The night is quiet, with you getting through quite a few seasons of Desperate Housewives, and at some point you fall asleep on Matthew’s chest. He knows he should gently move you off of him, start to unpack his bags, but he can’t tear himself away.

He can’t help but stare as you snore softly. There’s nothing Matthew would like more than to spend the rest of his life relaxing after coming home to you. If he’s being completely honest, St. Louis doesn’t feel like home as much anymore, and he finds himself counting down the days until he can return to Calgary. Matt supposes you’re the defining factor, and even Antarctica would feel like home to him if you were there. He never wants to lose that feeling.

+ one

There’s ten seconds left on the clock. Ten seconds until the Calgary Flames will become Stanley Cup champions. You’re holding your breath – you know a lot could happen in such a short amount of time. The lead isn’t as wide as you’d like it to be, only one, and you squeeze Taryn’s hand tightly. Everyone in the friends and family box is just as amped up as you. If the choice had been yours, you’d be sitting in the stands of the Saddledome, but in event the Flames win you need to be with everyone else if you want to join the team on the ice.

Matthew carries the puck up the ice, and you audibly gasp. At the last second, a Bruins defenseman is blocking his view of the net. Not letting the scoring opportunity go for his team, he snaps a pass backwards to Elias Lindholm. A nano-second later the puck is in the back of the net. You possibly scream the loudest of anyone in the box, jumping into Brady’s arms excitedly.

“Holy shit, they’re going to do it,” you whisper, and Brady nods enthusiastically. The clock now only has two seconds, and there is virtually no way the Bruins can make a comeback.

You untangle yourself from your boyfriend’s brother and approach his parents. “How exciting is this!” Chantal gushes.

“So fucking exciting,” you say honestly. “Listen, I want to talk to you about something.”

The Bruins’ head coach is halfway through his timeout, so you have to talk fast. You explain that you want to hang back while the family celebrates with their son and brother. Keith and Chantal try to argue, but you insist. You want them to be the first people to greet him as a Stanley Cup champion.

A horn signals the return to play, and you return your attention to the ice pad below you. Everything seems to move in slow motion; all you remember is the final whistle being blown and getting crushed in a group hug by everyone else in the room. Your voice goes hoarse from screaming, and tears stream freely down your face.

The party continues for a short time in the box, but then you’re being led through the arena and out onto the ice. Nodding in the direction of Matthew, you urge the Tkachuks to greet him. You congratulate other members of the team, snapping candid pictures of everyone to share in the group chat later. So many families will treasure the photos that you can’t bring yourself to stop, trying your hardest to grab everyone.

Once enough time has passed for Matthew to properly be congratulated by his family, you make your way towards him. Wasting no time, he skates over and lifts you off your feet. Your lips meet his in a passionate kiss, and if you weren’t so proud you’d have reservations about sticking your tongue down Matthew’s throat in a packed arena.

“I’m so proud of you,” you whisper against his lips. “My champion.”

Matthew blushes profusely at your words, and you can tell he likes them. “Couldn’t have done it without you supporting me,” he responds, leaning into your touch as you rake your fingers through his hair.

While you celebrate with the rest of the team, holding babies and snapping pictures, Matthew realizes he can’t live without you. No one else will fit into his life as perfectly as you. There’s no one he wants besides you. Matthew makes a mental note to go through your jewelry box in the morning to get your ring size. His mom always said he’d know when someone was ‘the one’, and now he understands what she meant.

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willwriteforhugs · 5 years ago

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how stray kids asks you out <3

skz scenario - all members (individually) x reader

genre: fluff, dating au, angst if you close your left eye

word count: 1.6k (total)

warnings: some cursing, but nothing else :)

a/n: hello, lovelies!! this is my very first (posted) stray kids fic- i hope you all enjoy. it’s nothing major, but i really had fun writing it. if you’ve found me on the explore page, hello! i’m a hot mess. pls validate me by reading what i write.

just kidding.

maybe.

ANYWAYS- please keep in mind that this is written in a totally lighthearted way, and this is 100% fictitious. this is for entertainment purposes only. thank you for reading!

chan:

he is actually so shy about it :’(

but he knows he’s gonna go through with it

cause that’s the kind of person he is

he just wants his emotions to be out in the open

whether the feeling is mutual or not

so he just improvises

he approaches you with completely no context? like he just walks up and starts a convo but you can’t tell why

you think he’s just. being chan

but no

he’s pretty chill, actually

his face is so tho red but he doesn’t know that so don’t say anything

a few minutes in he kinda just snaps because he just couldn’t wait

“y/n-ah, do you wanna- i don’t know, get together sometime? are you free?”

this takes you off guard completely

he misunderstands your reaction *screams*

and he immediately regrets saying anything

but you scramble to reassure him

when you say you’d like to get together, he loses all humility

becomes a total flirt

this flusters you but the two of you have such CHEMISTRY

“so it’s a date?”

“it’s a date.”

minho:

is the type to completely deny his own feelings until the very last minute

plus, tbh

he probably thinks you hate him

so he has a hard time convincing himself to finally ask you out

but when he does...

he just bites the bullet (lmao pray for him)

walks RIGHT THE FUCK UP TO YOU

“y/n.”

when you respond he just kinda:

“will you go out with me?”

you also probably thinks he hates you too (go communication!!)

so you’re just like *surprised pikachu face*

but he just stands there and waits for your response

he’s sweating on the DL

but you kinda just go with it and say yes

he’s hella surprised but doesn’t wanna show his excitement

so he just smirks and is like

“okay. what would you like to do, and when?”

(just because he’s a cocky lil shit doesn’t mean he’s not a gentleman)

but he’s also secretly planning the whole first date in his head

will i hold y/n’s hand? what will they wanna do? should i-

- minho’s brain

(aw)

changbin:

is on the bolder side

(be careful with this one)

(he’s feisty)

he probably let his feelings fester for a long time

so this is overdue

but he spends the whole day shamelessly flirting with you

he finally just asks if you want to grab some food

you don’t even really realize it’s a date until he insists on paying for everything

this makes you all clumsy and embarrassed

but he thinks it’s the cutest shit ever

well now he’s clumsy and embarrassed (sobs)

TECHNICALLY he doesn’t officially ask you out until after this

he pretty much just straight up confesses

the audacity i can’t

“y/n-ah... i really like you- will you let me take you out? on a real date?”

* gesturing to the take out *

he isn’t embarrassed at all

you CANNOT stop looking at his eyes

they’re so genuine and loving that you almost forget to answer

once he gets confirmation he promises to both plan and pay for the whole thing, even as you protest

how are you already in love with this man

hyunjin:

poor hyunjinnie probably spent the last four months trying to decide how to ask you out

he’s been head over heels for you for a while now

and he knows he needs to make his move

(cause, let’s be honest- you’re a catch, and he’s protective. could i make it any more obvious?)

he ends up thinking that just being straightforward is the way to do it

so he spends the whole day just trying to get you alone

this is harder than he anticipated

so finally he just grabs you while you’re in conversation

and goes

“y/n, i’m sorry-it’s important, can i just talk to you a sec?”

you go with him, if not out of pure curiosity

literally the SECOND you’re alone he just swivels around says

“did you know that you are really hard to catch alone?”

and you’re kinda just like:

huh

but he continues

“anyways, i just had a question for you?”

“oh, okay. what is it?”

this is when the nerves hit him

“oh, uh- i guess i was just wondering- if you would go out with me sometime? nothing big, i just-”

you interrupt him without thinking

“yes.”

* cue one completely flustered and w h i p p e d hyunjin *

jisung:

is not shy at ALL

but he wants to make sure you’re comfortable

so he doesn’t make a big deal out of it

he spent a lot of time debating how to do it

but he decides to write a note (so cute)

he waits until you leave the room for a sec

he slips a note into your bag that just says

“date? -jisungie”

with a lil heart next to it

then he panics and just books it

when you find it a bit later you’re initially confused

but then it kinda hits you

you FREAK out and track him down-

only to realize you have no idea what you want to say to him

but he knows you too well

and he just laughs when he sees your face

this makes you laugh too, even though you’re nervous

when the two of you finally recover he’s just

“but really- please? let me take you out.”

you know your face is on fire

so you just nod

but that’s all the confirmation he needs

felix:

king of overthinking

we all know felix has EVERYTHING planned in his head

like, to a T

he’s been very stressed about asking you out, but he also doesn’t want to miss his chance

so he just thinks and thinks and thinks

he just wants it to be perfect for you

he decides to just hang out in the comfort of your home to do it

the two of you are just chilling (y’know. FRIEND THINGS.)

but he is completely in his own head

and you can tell

you get to be a little worried for him, so you just ask:

“hey- are you alright? you seem a little off tonight.”

he turns super pink and tries to play it off

but since you’re a stubborn piece of work, you pry a lil

and he cracks under pressure (I FEEL BAD OMG)

he finally just looks up and snaps:

“y/n- i’m really sorry. i wanted to to this well, and make it cute and romantic and have you fall in love with me in an instant. but you- god, you’re so nerve-wracking!”

you just sit there

completely flabbergasted

he bursts into awkward laughter, and between coughs he’s just like

“y/n, i was gonna ask you out. i’ve loved you for a while now.”

he continues: “but i guess i fucked up, didn’t i...”

you jump and interrupt him

and insist that he was being crazy- what was he doing letting his mind run free with that?

finally, to shut him up, you just lean over and place your lips over his.

seungmin:

is surprisingly confident

but also low-key has no idea what he’s doing

he decides to send you a text

he asks if you want to grab coffee, which you absolutely do

he doesn’t realize until later...

that he didn’t actually specify it was supposed to be a date.

oops.

but he kinda just goes with it, and the two of you maintain good conversation

finally he interrupts you mid-sentence and is like

“y/n, will you answer a question for me?”

you nod, and he continues:

“what is- uh- this- exactly? to you?”

* nodding down at your long empty coffee cups *

you don’t really understand the question (valid)

he kinda just sighs and starts laughing

“well. it was supposed to be a date. i’m just really bad at this.”

you just. cannot believe your ears

he just laughs harder and says

“so. can we try again?”

you start laughing too

and you know that even if it wasn’t the best first date,

you’d felt right at home.

jeongin:

poor baby is SO NERVOUS

he’s spent like,,,,

the last 6 days trying to plan how to finally do this

but he decides to approach you and let it try to come up naturally

you two carry a conversation for a few minutes and then he asks

“so...do you- you know- like anyone?”

your face turns bright red

you can’t stop thinking

does he know oh my god am i that obvious i-

but you end up just looking away and being like

“i mean- i guess?”

he can’t decide how to respond

because on one hand- that person could be him

but on the other hand, it’s more likely that it’s not, and then it would be awkward as hell for him to ask you out

he kinda panics

then against his own will he just goes for it

“y/n-ah. i don’t really know how to say this- but will you let me take you out? i really like you...”

his ears are RED OH BOY

his voice kinda just trails off and you can tell he feels insecure

but when you tell him yes...

he was literally born for this

he gets so excited and doesn’t hide it at all

thank you so much for reading!! p.s. my asks are now open, feel free to send in your requests !

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deaddovecoterie · 5 years ago

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confessions

co-written with @whoseblogsthis

Peeta Mellark x Fem!Reader

Prompt: “Isn’t it obvious? I’m in love with you!”

Fandom: the hunger games

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.6k

Warning(s): swearing, unedited, two oblivious dumbasses in love

Genre(s): angst, fluff

A/N: LMAO HI GUYSSSS. so i had the INSANE privilege of writing with my mutual, friend, and insanely talented writer, @whoseblogsthis, ky. i obviously couldn’t have done this without her and im so so blown away by her and her talents. this is basically our child and baby and so im basically screaming right now cause we just finished this and its 1:01am. ANYWAY i really really hope you guys love this as much as we loved writing it <3 mwuah love you all

main stuff -> y/n (your name)

-> e/c (your eye colour)

-> y/l/n (your last name)

Peeta Mellark.

He was your constant; your rock. You could rely on him for anything and everything.

He was the steadiest thing you’d had in your life for a long time now, but as he took your wrist and led you upstairs away from the party, you couldn’t help but feel the anger bubble up in your chest.

“Peeta, what—”

“Why?” he nearly shouts. Peeta is mild mannered. He’s many things, actually; polite, charming, and personable, but angry was not one of them. It didn’t scare you like you’d always expected it to, but rather frustrated you.

“Why what, Peeta?” you hiss back.

He looks at you as if you had just grown two heads, his brows knit together in disbelief.

“You’re joking,” he breathes. You shake your head, not understanding what he is trying to get at. You defensively cross your arms, knowing the juvenile element would annoy him, but having nothing to do with your hands increases your already anxious state.

“That guy,”

“That guy?”

“Yes, y/n, yes. That guy that was just a little too friendly with you? So close to you that he was practically crawling under your goddamn skin? What were you thinking?”

You laugh at him, unable to contain it. “I can handle myself perfectly fine. Why are you being such an ass?” you all but shout at him. “It’s none of your business anyway?”

“Hm, let’s see y/n, he could’ve, god, I don’t know, taken advantage of you?”

You scoff, unable to handle his cliché statement.

He brings his hands up and pushes his hair back, looking up at the ceiling as he exhales heavily through his nose. You squint at him, unable to read the emotions on his face.

“What is up with you?” you whisper, not quite sure if he was able to hear. Your eyes narrow, unsure of what his next words might be.

“For someone so smart, you can be so goddamn oblivious sometimes, y/l/s.”

“Oh my god, what is with all the stupid riddles tonight? I can’t read your mind! You can’t expect me to just know things,” you exasperate, throwing your hands out in front of you. “For someone who’s supposed to be good at communication, you’re doing a pretty shitty job of displaying it,” you spit, throwing his words right back at him.

“Fine,” he hisses, starting to move towards you.

You cock your eyebrow at him, your bodies coming closer, nearly closing the gap.

“Fine?” you question.

“Yeah.” he huffs out, repeating the word with an heir of finality, “yeah.” His breath warms your face, the scent of vodka invading your senses.

Your cheeks heat up, suddenly very aware of his proximity. You watch his adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly. He can’t meet your eyes, his heart hammering against his chest so loud that it feels as though you can hear it. His head drops along with his gaze, studying the floor before chancing a glance at you. Peeta lets go of a breathy laugh as words tumble out of his mouth.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he breathes, his words choked, hardly audible, him now looking you right in the eyes. Your stomach does a flip once, unsure of his next words. Blue eyes stare at your e/c ones that are clouded in confusion. You can feel his frustration start to build as he takes a step back from you, his voice rising and hands coming from his sides.

“I’m in love with you,” he bursts out.

Oh my god.

You stare at him in shock, his proclamation stunning you. You blink once, twice, as his words echoing through your head.

His hazel eyes bore into your e/c ones, willing you to say something, anything, to let him know you heard him. But yet you stand there, unable to find the words.

Nothing is coming out.

Say something, you beg yourself, wanting to scream out an answer, yet your mouth continues to remain shut. You swallow hard, your tongue feeling like sandpaper. How could you be so oblivious to his feelings? You and him have known each other since childhood, yet there you are, standing only inches away from him, the truth finally known. It seemed

The look in his eyes is absolutely heart-wrenching; if you hadn’t just heard him, you’d have thought he had lost his best friend. In a way, you guess, he had.

Peeta just shakes his head softly, shrugging his shoulders in such a way that makes you want to reach out and take his hand. His dark waves fall over his eyes and he turns around, facing the door.

“I—” you begin, but you know it’s too late.

“Just, um, forget it, y/n,” his voice soft, small, “I’ll see you in environmental studies.”

He opens the door and steps out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. You want to scream, to tell him to come back.

“Dammit!” you exclaim, throwing your red solo cup as hard as you can at the wall. The contents spill all over, some of the liquid splashing on you but you can’t bring yourself to care.

You reach to pull at your loosely braided hair, a habit of yours that came out whenever you were experiencing an excess of negative emotions, before you realize where you are. You harshly rub your eyes with the heels of your hands as you remind yourself to breathe.

In, out . . . In, out.

“Get it together,” you tell yourself, taking one last deep breath. “Okay.”

You turn to head back downstairs to the party, nothing on your mind except finding Peeta and setting everything straight, hoping at this point that that was even a possibility anymore.

God, you hated this part. You hated having to make up. Saying sorry was never your strong suit, your pride always getting in the way. But this? This was not a matter of pride. This was about finally coming to terms with the truth that you so desperately tried to avoid for years.

You almost trip as you descend the stairs, looking everywhere for Peeta but unable to find him anywhere in the crowd.

Spotting a head of wavy bronze hair by the water cooler, you rush over to your english lit classmate, who is also a friend of Peeta’s; Finnick Odair.

“Hey Finnick,” you say once you reach him, trying to keep your voice even. He greets you with his signature smirk before bringing his cup to his lips and taking a sip.

“Ah, y/n, having a good time I trust?”

“Trying to,” you grumble. Finnick gives you a quizzical look before you proceed; “Have you seen Peeta?” You can’t help but notice the slight crack in your voice when you say his name.

“Yeah,” he confirms, “I saw him leave a few minutes ago. Seemed pretty upset.”

“Yeah, wonder why,” you mutter bitterly, knowing he wouldn’t hear your words above the music.

You bite your lip, weighing the option of asking Finnick to help you find Peeta. Half of you wanted to go and find him yourself, your need to get the weight off your chest as quickly as possible, the other half of you wanting to stall for as long as you could.

“Could you text him? Ask him where he is?”

“Why can’t you?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, your cheeks burning. “Because, I—”

“Wait,” Finnick’s smile widens. “Wait, are you the reason he’s upset?”

Your silence is enough for him. His dopey smile falters for a moment, an emotion that you could only define as realization sweeping over his face. He shakes his head softly, pulling his phone from the pocket of his hoodie and opening his texts. His thumbs glide swiftly across the screen as he compiles a message to send to Peeta.

You can’t have been standing there for more than a minute when his phone dings. Finnick flashes you the screen.

From: Pita Bread

I’m fine... at the pond.

“Thank you, Finnick, really,” you breathe.

He just nods, taking another sip of his drink.

You rush out of the frat house the party was being held in, running across the street to Panem University’s main campus, willing your legs to go faster.

The pond was at the northern end of campus, smack in the middle of Tribute Hall and the Coriolanus Snow Study Center. You see a silhouette sitting on one of the few stone benches surrounding the body of tranquil water, tossing handfuls of what you can only assume is trail mix at the ducks that liked to take up at the pond.

You slow down, bringing your footfalls to a trot, then silently padding your way over the grass towards him. Your chest is heaving from the exertion as you try to make your breaths even.

“Peeta,” You call out, your voice void of any venom as you stalk towards the boy. You’re almost inclined to slap him because of how he acted. No rational person could expect someone to give them an answer to a question as heavily weighed as that right away.

He stands up once you reach him, refusing to look you in the eyes. For a fleeting moment, you catch the grief-stricken look in his usually bright eyes and it’s enough to keep you from raising your hand at him.

“Why did you leave like that?” you breathe out. He shrugs a shoulder with almost casual indifference. “Peeta.” you nearly plead, looking at him as your eyebrows knit together.

“What did you expect me to do?” he says feebly.

You look up at the night sky, inhaling deeply as you hurriedly send off a prayer to whatever higher power that you can say everything you want to say to him, in the way you want to say it.

In a way that says something to him. Means something.

The stars seem to twinkle brighter, almost like they received your message. God, this is so hard.

Peeta is still looking anywhere but at you, his focus now on the ducks idling in the water.

“You could have waited for me,” you say. “I mean, come on! That was… big. A big thing to drop on me,” you add, “so of course I was shocked. But if you had just waited for me . . .”

“What?” he snorts, finally looking you in the eyes. “What would you have said that couldn’t have possibly made me feel like more of a fool than I already was? What—”

“I love you,” you blurt.

Here it goes.

“And not in a ‘you’ve always been there for me, so I’m kind of indebted to you’ kind of way but in a way that’s like, ‘I want to do cheesy stuff with you because I know it will make you smile.’ That’s like, I would do anything, anything to prove to you that I’m worthy of your love. Peeta, you’ve seen everything I was and everything I am, and it just— I just couldn’t believe when you said that . . . But I— I trust you with everything in me and it frightens me, because you know I’ve been hurt before, but I can’t deny that everything feels right when I’m with you. I just. I want another chance. If, if you’ll let me.” You breath the words out, hardly anything but air coming out.

“Y/n, breathe.”

“Right,” you exhale, your mind swirling around, making vertigo seem like a walk in the park.

“You’re not . . . unworthy of love,” Peeta begins but he stops, trying to figure out his words. “What Cato did to you, it doesn’t mean you’re undeserving of love. He’s.. an asshole, who’s going to get what’s coming to him. I— I’m sorry for dropping it on you like that, but seeing you with that guy, he just reminded me so much of Cato, and it made me so mad because I didn’t want you to go through that again, and I.. couldn’t help but think it was my final chance to tell you how I felt.”

“Final chance?”

“Y/n, I’ve loved you since like year six.”

“Peeta, you absolute dumbass!” you exclaim, quickly going to cover your mouth as your own words shock even yourself. “I’m sorry. It’s just . . . wow,” a laugh nearly escapes your lips. “We’re both oblivious fools, huh?”

Peeta’s brows furrow in confusion, as you let out a soft chuckle. His head is tilted slightly to the side, his soft curls falling into his blue eyes. This moment is one you’ll always remember, you think to yourself, already trying to commit it to memory. The way the trees slightly sway from the late summer breeze, the moonlight reflecting off the water; best of all, the glint in Peeta’s eye when your gazes meet. It’s so cheesy, really, but you couldn’t care less. You’ve played it over and over in your head for years, different scenarios always being formulated, but nothing you could have ever dreamt of could compare to this moment.

“I’ve loved you since year seven,” you tell him, every word of it true. “I can’t believe it took us both this long. Could have avoided the whole Cato fiasco of year twelve, I suppose, if we had just . . . had the gall to tell each other back then, I guess,” you say, the last sentence mumbled.

“Yeah.” Peeta laughs, a genuine deep laugh that reaches his eyes. It rouses the butterflies that have been in the pit of your stomach, the fluttering making you nervous as you watch him scratch the base of his neck almost embarrassedly.

“So,” you say, dragging the ‘o’ sound. “Pretty sure this is the part where most people would kiss.”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“No, not you, Peeta. I was talking to the duck behind you,” You frown, unable to contain the scoff that passes your lips. “Yes.. yes, I want to kiss you,” you breathe, your pulse hammering.

You step forward, your hands reaching up, gliding against his cheeks, his hands resting on your waist. In a moment of bravery, you place your lips against his. They’re soft, and he tastes like cedar and bread, and it’s like coming home, being in his arms as his lips move against yours, the breeze chilling your skin but his warming you.

There are no words spoken between the two of you as you both pull away. His eyes are still closed, his long eyelashes resting against the tops of his cheeks; the corners of his mouth are pulled up slightly.

God, he’s beautiful. So beautiful. That word is usually reserved for sceneries, sunsets or pretty dresses, but in this moment, you can’t tear your eyes away from him.

“Finally!” someone shouts, causing the both of you to jump back from each other, acting like two first years getting caught passing notes in class. You look around before your eyes land on Johanna Mason, leaning against the statue of the university founder Alma Coin that’s off to the left of the entrance of the study center. Finnick is with her, his signature smirk gracing his elegant features once more. “We were wondering when you two would have the balls to tell each other how you felt.”

“It seems everyone knew but you two,” Finnick adds with a deep chuckle.

“Alright, Finny, I think we should leave the two lovebirds alone.” Johanna says, turning away. “Be safe, you two!”

“If you need anything,” Finnick winks at Peeta. “You know where to reach me.”

You laugh softly, leaning your head against Peeta’s chest. His arms wrap around you, encasing you in him. His cheeks rests on the top of your head, his breaths evening out as you listen to his steady heart beat.

This is it. This is home.

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mortedeveles · 5 years ago

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Cherry Blossom Confessions.

SUMMARY: Tenya Iida has had good days, bad days, and okay days throughout his entire life. But none of them were quite like the evening he spent with you under the cherry blossom trees.

PAIRING: Iida Tenya x gn!reader

THEMES: fluff, comfort, just a lot sweet cheesy shit lmao. some minor/background kiribaku. [ONE SHOT]

WORD COUNT: 1.9K- 2K words

TW: none? fluffff

A/N: hi guys! i’m back with another one-shot with the lost glasses trope hehe. you can find my one-shot with the same trope, but with tokoyami fumkage HERE! hope you guys are doing well: :) i’ve mentioned this before, but i’ll mention it again. since school is in session, i’m constantly busy and will not post content very often. i hope you guys will understand and continue to support my content, it means so much to me :)

as always, please leave a reblog, like, follow and/or comment if you enjoyed! REBLOG > LIKE!

[banner is made by ME. do NOT REPOST or use without my permission :)]

Iida Tenya starts his morning with a smile. He woke up early, fresh and motivated, and surprisingly; all of his classmates listened to him during class time, even Bakugou. The spiky blonde was scowling, but there was a blush on his face as he held Kirishima's hand. Iida figured that the redhead was keeping him calm and distracted for now.

Then there was you. You walked into the classroom with the rest, and just like every day, you stole his breath. He felt his eyes slightly widen and his heart pounded impossibly loud in his ribcage as you smiled at him. Iida managed to smile back awkwardly.

Even though he refused to mention it to anyone, he had been romantically attracted to you for a few months now. Iida doesn't know when it started, but he knows that he's never stopped feeling butterflies in his stomach ever since then.

He wanted to leave his seat and talk to you- but the moment he tenses up to rise, Eraserhead steps into the classroom. A slight frown takes over his features but he quickly shakes it off.

The class begins as usual, with Aizawa-sensei's tired and flat voice carrying around the classroom. As the studious student he is, Iida is furiously writing down what he deems important. When the Pro-Hero pauses and excuses himself for a moment, Iida's eyes drift to you, sitting next to him. He frowns when he notices your expression. Fear and stress are written all over your face, fists clenched in your lap as you stare ahead, without any particular focus.

''L/N?'' he asks softly. You slightly flinch and he frowns. Your eyes dart around as if you’re not sure where he is.

''...Iida?'' Your voice is impossibly small, and he finds himself leaning closer to you.

''Yes, L/N?'' He straightens his glasses and swallows nervously when he notices how close you are. From this short distance, he can see every flutter of your eyelashes, every tug or crease of concern in your eyebrows and when he inhales softly, he catches a whiff of your intoxicating perfume.

Oh god, he feels his face warm. Why can't he think properly? Why was your face so close to his? And why is something different about you today? Not in a bad way, of course, he chides himself. But there's something different about your face...

''I forgot my glasses.''

Oh.

Oh! He feels the pieces click together in his head and nearly facepalms himself for not figuring it out earlier.

''I left them at my dorm... but we're nearly half a class in, and I don't want to anger Aizawa-sensei...'' you murmur, fiddling with your hands in your lap.

''Do you think you can um,'' the glint of hope in your eyes makes his heart flip. ''Can you help me with my notes... at least until I can get my glasses back? I don't mean to impose!'' you continue to stammer apologies but they fall upon deaf ears.

''Of course!'' he nearly yells but manages to lower his voice at the end of his sentence. ''I'd be honored to help you,'' the passion and intensity in his sentence make your face warm, but you smile in response.

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The day is unlike any other. Instead of having your glasses on and feeling in control, you're dependent on Iida. He understands how it feels, as a fellow glasses wearer. Instead of switching between staring at the board and your notebook, Iida is writing the notes for both of you. Your eyesight is so poor you can barely distinguish the lines of your notebook, much less write in an organized manner on them.

And then there's hero training. When you explain the situation to Aizawa-sensei, he's only mildly irritated. This comes as a surprise, but you're not complaining.

You sit on a bench as you hear the others train ruthlessly; Bakugou's shouts and explosions, Midoriya's muttering, Kaminari's electricity, and many others. Once in a while, you hear Iida shout and his engines boosting, which makes you smile. All you see are blurs of rapid movements and quirks clashing against each other.

After training, it's time for lunch. You walk next to Iida, who has allowed you to grab his forearm to walk in the same direction. Even though it's not particularly intimate, it stills makes both of you flustered. Iida's glad that you can't see the soft blush on his cheeks, or how his palms have begun sweating.

You usually sit with Ojiro, Tokoyami, and Koda, but today's an exception. The two of you arrive at the table, where Midoriya, Tsuyu, Uraraka, and Todoroki are already seated.

''L/N will be sitting with us today if that's fine with you all,'' Iida states as the two of you slide into the benches. Everyone nods in agreement.

''We're glad to have you here!" Uraraka says cheerfully and you smile softly. Iida doesn't miss the look she sends his way and once again, he's thankful you don't perceive it.

''Why is L/N sitting with us?'' Todoroki is blunt as ever and Midoriya's eyes go wide, mouth open to chide the bi-colored boy.

You grin at Todoroki's question as you begin to dig into your lunch- one of the few tasks you can manage to do on your own.

''I forgot my glasses,'' you laugh quietly, feeling your confidence return to your words. ''I left the dorms without putting them on.

''Oh,'' is all Todoroki replies before returning to his cold soba.

The once tense atmosphere quickly eases away and within a few minutes, you're chatting with Iida, Midoriya, and Uraraka. As Iida watches your eyes crinkle at the corners, your lips quirk upwards and your gleeful laughter, he finds himself falling deeper and deeper; the fondness and love he has for you are growing by the minute. And he's not sure how much he'll be able to hold it. It's growing like a balloon- tighter and tighter until it'll eventually pop and open from the pressure.

After class- thankfully, you’ve retrieved your glasses- you find yourself sitting on fresh grass, next to Iida. He'd offer to stay a while back with you to give you a quick recap on the notes.

Cherry blossom trees draped over the two of you like a heavy, sleep-inducing blanket. Now and then, petals would fall and land at your feet, and even sometimes on your shoulders. The two of you are sitting under one of the many trees on the U.A. campus, in front of the buildings. The rest of your classmates had left to their homes for the weekend or stayed in the dorms.

As your fingers squeezed the grass and you were nearly lulled to sleep with Iida's voice, something told you that you didn't ask him to stay back just for scholastic purposes. You had only voiced this aloud to Ojiro- he was quite good at keeping secrets,- but you had harbored a crush on the class president for a few months now.

This moment felt like a dream; the trees were swaying softly, Iida was so close to you and you could smell hints of perfume on him. His body warmth spread towards yours. One of your hands laid limp, only inches away from his. The scene was peaceful and comforting. And before you knew it, your head lolled towards Iida and a warm feeling of drowsiness overflowed in your body.

''L/N?'' you hadn't noticed your eyes had fluttered closed until Iida was nudging you awake.

''Mmmm?'' you frowned and opened your eyes. Wide blue eyes stared back at you. When you took in your surroundings and realized the compromising position you were in, a quiet yelp of surprise escaped your lips as you sat up and inched away from Iida's lap.

''Oh my god...I'm so sorry Iida-kun!'' you began to blabber and waved your hands around frantically, feeling deeply ashamed and flustered. But before you could continue your word vomit, Iida raises a hand. You bit back another string of words as you looked at him expectantly with a warm face.

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you watch him clear his throat, adjust his tie, and swallow visibly before looking at you.

''No-no worries, L/N,'' his voice is surprisingly shaky and low. ''I...'' he looks away for a second. ''I didn't mind.''

His response nearly made you fall backward from the shock. You clench your fists.

''You...you don't?'' shock was evident in your voice. The class president smiled nervously in response and adjusted his glasses.

''Well-well,'' he continued stuttering for a second or two, ''Ahem.'' he cleared his throat and you laughed softly.

''If I am being truthful, I have... harbored romantic feelings for you, Y/N.'' You noticed how his face went slightly red at using your first name. ''That is why... I did not mind having you rest your head in my lap.''

You were silent. His confession was like a splash of cold water; the first second, you didn't react and the next, you're freezing and gasping for air.

Iida takes your tense silence as rejection. He swallows nervously before his mouth opens and another bucket of word-vomit is dumped on you.

''I apologize!'' his voice is increasing by the moment, slowly snapping you out of shock.'' As cl-class president, that was highly inappropriate of me! I understand if you do not reciprocate my feelings and would like to forget about this conversation. Oh dear, I am tru-truly apologetic. I-,'' you interrupt him with your lips, soft lips dancing in unison.

Iida begins to lower himself to the ground as you straddle his abdomen, cupping his face as you kiss him. Both of you lose focus on your previous worries. All you can think about are his soft lips, his warm breath, and the slight hints of perfume on him. The experience is exhilarating and frankly, new. But it's amazing; kissing Iida makes energy surge through your body as fireworks ignite in your heart. You don't want to ever stop.

When the two of you pull away, you're both breathing heavily. Iida's hands are gripping the sides of your thighs and your fingers are splayed on his chest. With wide eyes, the two of you stare at each other in silence for a couple of moments.

''Um...'' you panted. ''That was...''

''Lovely,'' Iida's face is red- he looks like he's about to explode.

''Oh my god!"' you slip off his lap and cup his face. ''Iida, you're so red, are you okay?!" He murmurs and nods in agreement, sitting up slowly.

''I apologize,'' his tone is rather bashful. ''I am not accustomed to having such displays of.... romantic affection in public.''

You smile and link your hand with his, interlacing fingers.

''That makes two of us, then.'' He smiles at your response.

''So...'' you rub your thumb over his knuckles. ''Does this mean... we're dating now?'' you decide to test how much you can reach. Iida’s eyes widen as he nearly chokes on air.

‘’What- ah!” you shout in surprise. You’re at his side in a second, patting his back and trying your best to comfort him.

''Oh god! I'm so sorry,'' your heart drops. ''How are you feeling?''

Iida clears his throat before grabbing your hands and tugging you upwards. You frown in confusion but follow his lead, wondering why he hasn't replied.

''L-Y/N...'' his tone is shaky but when you meet his eyes, you see nothing but determination and affection. ''Would you do me the honor of being my partner?''

His gesture makes your heart warm and a smile stretches across your face.

‘’Of course,’’ and all your inhibitions fly out the window as you lean closer and press your lips against his. He’s hesitant at first, but eventually matches your pace. Warmth envelopes your heart; the type of warmth you only experience with Tenya Iida. Sweet, comforting and ever-lasting.

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Severed

Sequel to Attached

Summary: When the Council sends Sydaya to retrieve the tesseract, she's forced to confront an old friend she thought she'd never see again.

Word Count: 5,130

Pairing: Loki x OFC

A/N: I've been wanting to write a sequel to Attached for a long time now-- almost since I first posted it-- but I had been holding off because I didn't think anyone would be interested in such a sequel. Attached isn't exactly one of my more popular fics, and I felt like my time would be better spent finishing projects I knew people wanted to read. But nearly a year later, I decided to just go for it, and I'm really glad I did because this was some of the most fun I've had writing a story for a long time. I guess I'll consider it an early birthday present to myself lmao.

Thanks for reading!

Warnings: None, I think? It’s basically the first Avengers movie, but with a Jedi running around on the helicarrier lol.

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The starfighter set down against the helicarrier with a jolt, just barely within the white lines the control tower had directed her between. Sydaya winced. She had never been particularly good at landings. Given the circumstances, she supposed it could have been much worse, but still, she found herself pressing the lantern charm on her necklace against between her fingers.

Just breathe. It’s all going to be okay. Just breathe.

A team of SHEILD marshallers was already rushing forward to strap her ship down as she climbed out of the cockpit. Even with everything going on, Sydaya fought the urge to laugh. Shortly after her assignment, her old master had given her a quick briefing on Terran culture and technology, with strict instructions to not allow her judgement to show.

“The Terrans may be a bit … behind the times,” he said hesitantly. “But they are a very proud people. Be careful not to offend them. This situation is delicate enough already.”

And so Sydaya bit her lip, even though the idea of a carrier with an outdoor hanger but without gravity locks seemed like something out of a history data-tape.

A man was awaiting her at the entrance, wearing the same navy-blue jumpsuit and neutral expression as every other SHIELD agent she’d come across—although, he did do a visible double take as she approached.

“Sydaya Clepar?” he asked, frowning at his tablet.

Sydaya forced a smile. “Yes, sir.” She managed to hold her expression even as he turned back to her, peering at her as if she were a chicken claiming to be a swan.

“You’re the one the Jedi Council sent?” he asked again.

The muscles in her face were beginning to hurt. “Yes, sir,” she said. “Can you take me to Director Fury, please?”

After another suspicion-laced glare, the agent finally seemed to concede. “This way.”

Sydaya heaved a quiet sigh of relief.

It wasn’t really his fault, she told herself as she followed him through the hallways of the helicarrier. When people were told to expect a Jedi, their minds went to wizened old men with scraggly beards and wrinkled cheeks hidden under the hoods of their robes. Who could blame them for being confused when they got a skinny little snip of a girl instead? Sydaya knew she was young, and it didn’t help that she had always been short for her age. Any normal person would wonder at her qualifications. Honestly, Sydaya herself had been wondering at her qualifications for this mission, although her age had little to do with it.

The bridge was bustling with movement—people hurrying from one place to the next, shouting coordinates and orders and all sorts of things as their thoughts raced through their tasks. It was chaos, but it was a familiar chaos—almost reminiscent of life on a Jedi cruiser. Sydaya felt herself relax a bit.

See? Just get through this quickly, and everything will be back to normal.

“Commander Clepar?”

Sydaya turned to find herself facing a shorter, middle-aged man with a receding hairline, the only person around to be wearing a suit instead of jumpsuit. He gave her an enthusiastic smile.

“Are you Director Fury?” she asked, even though she was fairly certain she knew the answer. Based on what she had heard of the director of SHIELD, he didn’t strike her as a smiley type.

“No.” He extended his hand, and after an awkward moment Sydaya realized he expected her to take it. When she did, he gave it a firm shake. “I’m Coulson. Agent Phil Coulson. Fury asked me to get you up to date.” He grinned. “I’ve never met a Jedi knight before.”

Sydaya swallowed. Right. She was a knight now. She still couldn’t get used to that. Everything had happened so fast—her trials had been completed in a whirlwind two months, her ceremony shoehorned in right before she was dispatched to Ryloth to aid Republic troops against the Separatist blockade. She still found herself reaching for the clump of hair where her padawan braid had once hung.

But that was irrelevant now. Sydaya cleared her throat.

“Can you explain the situation to me?” she asked, summoning her most professional, Jedi-knight voice. “I’m afraid I wasn’t told very much.”

“Well, we haven’t located the tesseract yet, but it should be easy enough to track down,” he assured her. “It emits a very recognizable gamma signature—we’ve got our best man working on it right now. Bruce Banner, have you heard of him?”

She shook her head. “I’m afraid not.”

“Well, he knows what he’s doing. He’ll find it soon enough. But we do have the Asgardian in custody.”

“Yes.” Her mouth suddenly felt quite dry. “Yes, I was informed of that.”

She had thought she must have been dreaming when Master Windu had pulled up the hologram of Loki Odinson marching through the streets of Terra, wearing the same golden helmet he had once mockingly plopped on her head after they snuck away to the gardens from a particularly tedious meeting.

You should try wearing it into battle sometime. It suits you.

Sydaya had swatted at him and called him a name—something playful and stupid, something she couldn’t quite remember anymore. She had been trying to forget the events leading up to last year—she didn’t want to forget, but it hurt to remember, and it was useless to cause herself pain over something that she couldn’t change. There is no emotion, there is peace. It was a lie, but it was such a pretty lie, and it was easier to repeat over and over again in her head than to admit that all she really wanted was one last chance to see the only person she had ever wanted to hold.

Perhaps she should have been careful what she wished for.

Her mission was not about Loki. Really, it had very little to do with him. The Council was concerned with what he possessed—infinity stones were nothing to be trifled with. They hadn’t been happy with the Terran organization SHEILD housing the tesseract to begin with, and the events of the past few days had only proved their concerns. Sydaya was to work with SHEILD to recover the gem and to return it to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant at all costs. Only then would both it and the galaxy be secure.

Sydaya barely heard these orders. She could only watch the looping hologram, watch the emaciated ghost of the boy she had thought was lost forever.

She told them that she couldn’t accept this assignment. As the Council was surely aware of, she was too personally involved—she wasn’t sure she could trust herself to remain emotionally detached from the situation. In all honesty, she had been shocked that they had attempted to give it to her in the first place.

That’s when Master Windu told her that she didn’t have a choice.

“In order to send a Jedi into the Nine Realms, we require the Asgardian royal family’s consent,” he said. “You are the only Jedi to whom they would allow passage.”

Sydaya was stunned. “Me?” she whispered. “Why?”

“They didn’t say.” Even through the hologram, she could feel the way Master Windu was studying her face. “But I trust you will treat this mission with the solemnity and maturity that we would expect from a knight.”

The message was clear. Get ahold of yourself.

Sydaya swallowed. Without realizing it, she clutched at the lantern charm around her neck. The roughness of the broken glass scratched against her fingers like sandpaper.

Just so you don’t forget me, what with all the attractive princes you run into.

“I will, Masters,” she said. “You have my word.”

On the helicarrier, she tucked the necklace underneath her robes. She probably shouldn’t have been wearing it at all—somehow, she felt that wearing a gift from the criminal she would soon be interrogating wasn’t treating the mission with the “solemnity and maturity” Master Windu expected—but she couldn’t bring herself to take it off.

Agent Coulson was still talking. “There was a bit of a fuss, but for the most part, he surrendered willingly,” he continued. “The cell where we’re holding him is incredibly secure—you know, it was originally designed for—”

“Sydaya!”

The booming voice surprised her, even though it shouldn’t have been entirely unexpected. Sydaya turned to see the familiar titan of a man making his way towards her across the bridge. She bowed. “Prince Thor.”

The Asgardian took her hand in his and pressed a light kiss to her knuckles. “It is good to see you, my lady. Congratulations on your knighthood.”

Sydaya frowned. “How did you know about that?” She hadn’t been in contact with Thor or any of his family since Loki’s funeral over a year ago.

“My mother told me.” It was a subtle confirmation that Queen Frigga had been keeping tabs on her Jedi career, just as her master had predicted. Sydaya tried to swallow the awful feeling rising in her stomach. Thor continued. “How have you been fairing?”

She inhaled. “About the same. And you?”

He sighed. It was strange— while she had been staying on Asgard, Thor’s defining characteristic had always been his childishness. He saw everything as a conquest refusing to look at a situation from any perspective other than his own and throwing a fit when the rest of the world wouldn’t bend to his desires. And yet here he was, only a year later, looking decades older and oceans more somber.

“It is difficult,” he finally said. “I wish to be overjoyed that he is alive, and of course I am, but …” He shook his head. “He’s not the brother I remember.”

Sydaya’s breath caught in her throat. This was beginning to sound like what her old master had told her before she left, the warning he had left her with …

Her eyes burned, and she blinked, quick to push the memory far away from her thoughts. She couldn’t revisit that conversation. Not now.

“Has he said anything about the tesseract?” she asked. “Or why he’s interested in it?” It was a question that she had yet to hear anyone ask, but that had been nonetheless floating through her head ever since she had walked out of her briefing. Why? The Loki she knew cared little for rulership and had no interest in domination. What happened to him in the last year? Why had he suddenly become so power hungry?

But Thor only shook his head. “Nothing at all. He has said nothing but that which to taunt us. I fear he is completely beyond reason.”

Sydaya gulped. This was the part she had been dreading. “Perhaps I should talk to him then. Maybe he’d be more willing to talk with—” With a friend? But that’s not what you are anymore, are you? She bit her tongue, her mouth flooding with the metallic taste of blood. “With someone more removed from the situation.”

“I can arrange that,” Agent Coulson offered. “Just give me a sec.” As he went off to speak with another agent at a computer, Thor turned back to her with a concerned frown.

“He’s not the same, my lady” he cautioned. “I doubt speaking with him will help anything.”

Sydaya shrugged, hoping the prince couldn’t see how tense her shoulders had become. “I’ve faced worse,” she said with false levity. “Besides, I have orders. I’ll be alright.”

Down the hall, Coulson waved her over. “This way.”

…

The cell in which they were holding Loki was … different. It was, at its base, a large, glass cylinder suspended over an air chute by four mechanical fixtures—a safety net, as Coulson referred to it.

“If he touches the glass with any kind of force, the whole thing drops,” he explained eagerly. “So you don’t have to worry about him trying anything.”

Sydaya swallowed. “I wasn’t.”

Her heart was thudding as she made her way down the hallway, so loud she was certain everyone on the whole damn ship could hear it.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

She wondered if there would ever be a day where the code rang true in her mind.

The figure in the cell was lounging on the bench, head back, eyes closed, black hair slicked into spiky curls cascading over his shoulders. He laughed as she approached. The sound was hard and cold, and yet so familiar it hurt.

“Come back for more already? Or do you—” Loki’s voice cut out abruptly when he turned to face her. For a moment, Sydaya forgot how to breath.

Because it was Loki. Living, breathing, solid Loki. She wasn’t sure what she had expected, but with all the warnings, all the somberly whispered words describing some unrecognizable madman, it seemed impossible that it would be Loki, her Loki, awaiting her in that cage.

That’s not to say he looked well. He had aged since she saw him last—there was a hollowness to his cheeks, a tension to his shoulders that hadn’t been there before. When he stood, his movement was stilted, rigid, lacking every bit of the easy fluidity she had always associated with him. The fire that once blazed behind his eyes seemed to have been dulled to weary coals.

And there was something else too, something that only became apparent once the jolt of seeing him again had faded. The two of them were alone in this airshaft prison and yet, through the Force, Sydaya could feel a third being—something cold and rotting, wafting in and out the cell and clinging to Loki’s form like a leech. The hairs on her arms stood straight up. Sydaya had never before been in the presence of the dark side of the Force, but she knew enough to recognize it in an instant. She recoiled without thinking.

On the other side of the glass, Loki seemed shocked into silence. He stared at her as if she were an apparition returned from the dead, approaching like some half-starved predator as his eyes remained locked on hers.

“No,” he finally whispered. It felt almost like a growl. “No, this is a trick. The Council wouldn’t send you. You’re too involved.”

Sydaya tried to swallow the cyclone of emotion bubbling at her throat, but her mouth felt too dry.

“They didn’t want to,” she managed at last, voice flat. “Your parents wouldn’t allow anyone else.”

“My parents.” Loki turned away, looking out through the wall at something that seemed to appear only in his mind’s eye. He exhaled a humorless laugh. “So is this their attempt at pacification?” he asked. “Are they scrounging up all of my old acquaintances in hopes that one might be able to reason with the madman?”

“Loki—”

“In all honesty, I’m surprised you even accepted the invitation, Padawan,” he said, his tone taking on a much more purposeful edge as he began pacing the length of his cell. “Seeing as our last conversation seemed too much for you to handle.”

His words hit her like a slap to the face. Her own echoed through her mind.

I can’t do this.

It must have showed in her expression because his leering grin only widened.

“How shall it be, Padawan?” he asked, crowding against the glass. “How long before you run from me again? I do hope your code allows you to stay for the grand finale this time—you missed the whole show before, and I must say it was quite the thrilling experience—”

“Loki stop.” To her surprise, he did. It was taking everything in her to hold herself steady. Sydaya pressed her fingernails into the palms of her hands. He wasn��t being fair and he knew he wasn’t being fair, which cut even deeper. That last time they spoke, in the gardens of Asgard … didn’t he realize how many nights she had lain awake, replaying that conversation back in her mind over and over again until she could hardly see straight? Didn’t he know how the words she didn’t say that day now haunted her every waking moment? Or did he only want to torture her more?

That awful, malevolent presence seemed to be pulsing around them, flexing with every dagger he spat at her, beaming every time they landed. She inhaled. This isn’t himself. You know he’s not himself. Pull yourself together.

“I’m here for the tesseract,” she said, tone so devoid of emotion that even Master Windu would have been impressed.

Loki laughed again, even more dryly than before. “Of course you are.” He returned to his pacing. “Well, as I’m sure your Midgardian stooges would be overjoyed to tell you, I don’t have it. I’m afraid you’ll have to look elsewhere.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Loki raised his eyebrows as if scandalized. “Are you saying you wish to search me, Padawan?” Smirking, he stretched his arms out, as if expecting an embrace. “By all means, go ahead, although I imagine it would be a difficult situation to explain to your masters—”

“Who’s making you do this?” she interjected. Her words had an immediate effect. Loki’s smile dropped. All at once, the room went cold. It was only for a moment, but the façade he had been holding around himself ever since she had walked in cracked, and for a split second she could feel it, overwhelming all her senses— his sheer, unmitigated fear.

He was terrified.

It broke her heart.

Sydaya pressed her hand to the glass, even as he turned away from her.

“I know you, Loki,” she whispered to his back. “You never wanted to be king—you told me so yourself, remember? I know this interest in the tesseract isn’t yours.” She waited, but he said nothing. The Force twisted around them again, but this time she almost heard something too, dark, growling words not meant for her ears.

“Who’s here?” she asked sharply. “Who’s listening right now? Who’s making you do this, Loki?”

“Stop!” He whipped around, chest heaving, eyes wild. “You don’t know anything,” he snapped. “Not about me. Not even in the slightest.”

Sydaya leaned against the glass, wishing she could hold him, soothe him. “Then tell me.”

He sank back against the bench. For a moment, it seemed nothing else existed—just Loki staring at the floor, and Sydaya staring at him. He laughed softly, shaking his head even as he pressed his hands to his temple.

When he looked up, there were tears pooling in his eyes. “You really shouldn’t have come, ‘Daya.”

She didn’t have the chance to respond before the explosion rocked the entire helicarrier.

…

When her old master had popped into her quarters before she left for Terra, Sydaya had known he had something more important on his mind than explaining how Terrans used metal bullets in their firearms and greeted each other by shaking hands. She had listened and nodded to everything he had to say as she sat hunched in her desk chair, chewing through the inside of her cheek as she waited for him to reach his point. She didn’t need the Force to tell her that it wasn’t good.

It had taken him a while to work up to it. But finally, he inhaled, fixing her with a serious glare from where he sat on her bed.

“‘Daya,” he said. “I want to make sure that you understand what’s at stake here. The tesseract—all the infinity stones— they contain a power that no one in this galaxy can ever truly harness. Alone, they’re volatile and dangerous. In the wrong hands, they have the capacity for mass destruction.”

Sydaya had frowned. She knew this, of course—every youngling knew about the infinity stones. “Why are you telling me this?”

He hesitated. “I know Loki was your friend. But you have to realize that that’s gone. He has the tesseract, and it’s clear he’s got his mind set on devastation. You must not allow that to happen.”

“I understand—”

“Do you?” her master asked. “Because you’re being sent in alone—no backup, no reinforcements, no one but yourself to rely on. And there may be a point where you’ll have to make a difficult decision.” He paused. “Sydaya, you must secure the tesseract. At any cost.”

It took a moment for the full meaning of his words to sink in. When they did, Sydaya felt as if she was going to be sick.

“It won’t come to that,” she whispered. It couldn’t. “I’m sure of it.”

He didn’t say anything for a bit, eyeing her with something in between apprehension and pity. “You know why Asgard demanded only you on this mission, don’t you?” he finally asked. “Frigga realizes this as well as I do. She knows that any Jedi sent to Terra poses a risk to her son. She chose the one knight she believes won’t be able to do what’s necessary to defuse the situation.” He stood to leave, holding her in the severity of his gaze. “Millions of lives are at stake, ‘Daya. Don’t let your emotions get the better of you.”

His words rang through her mind even louder than the blaring alarms as she rushed through the hallways of the helicarrier. They were under attack—that much was abundantly clear. She gripped her the hilt of her lightsaber, ready to ignite it at a moment’s notice, but she seemed to be alone in the corridor. Still, she could sense the attack unfolding elsewhere on the ship, felt the bloodshed even as another explosion rattled the ground beneath her feet. A woman’s garbled voice pierced the air from a speaker on the ceiling.

“Perimeter breach—hostiles in SHIELD gear—”

Sydaya kept running, searching frantically for a ladder or a staircase or some other way to reach the outdoor hanger. For that had to be the key—how else would hostiles have been able to infiltrate a ship flying over 40,000 feet above the planet’s crust? They had to have a smaller ship of their own, one they were able to land on the helicarrier without issue due to the nature of an open hanger and the lack of gravity locks.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

She had to get to the hanger. It was the only way they could have entered the ship, and thus the only way they could exit alive. Cut off their escape route, and they would be trapped.

The intercom crackled with more voices, most of them too distorted to make out. She caught only one name before the entire system cut out.

Loki.

She shouldn’t have left him. Releasing him was surely the assailants’ target—knowing Loki, he probably planned the whole damn thing himself. Leaving his side had been a mistake, and she knew it, but instinct had taken over in the moment and she had rushed off to find out what was happening.

It didn’t matter. As long as she got to the hanger in time, it didn’t matter.

Sydaya had just made it to a ladder when the second engine cut out. She was barely able to register the lack of the familiar hum when the whole carrier began tipping forward.

“Shit!”

She managed to scramble up the shaft before she went careening down the hallway, but the ship was losing altitude, and fast.

The hanger. Now.

Grunting, Sydaya pulled herself up the rungs. I’m not dying on this farce of a mission. Not today.

The door at the top of the passage was locked. She only tried pushing at it once before reaching for the lightsaber at her waist.

The door flew from its hinges, metal glowing orange with heat as it clattered down the front of the carrier. She pulled herself through the opening and nearly went flying after it—the wind smacked her like a sucker punch, beating her so hard that it felt as if her head would be ripped from her shoulders. She clung to the hilt until her knuckles turned white, focusing on the soothing beam of energy pulsing through the Force from the crystal within as she fought to find her balance atop the failing fortress.

There is no death, there is the Force.

She pushed on. Loki was near—she could feel him, feel the anxious chaos convulsing through his mind as he hurried forward. He was almost at his ship …

Sydaya found him around the corner of the watchtower. He spun around almost as soon she did, eyes crazed as they met hers. He yelled something she couldn’t hear over the roar of the wind in her ears.

The SHIELD-attired accomplices flanking him fired at her, but she dodged their bullets without issue. She grasped the Force around her and flung towards them in one giant push, hoping to knock them off their feet.

It almost worked. The fake SHIELD agents tumbled backwards, but Loki used his scepter to brace himself, maintaining his balance. It was only then that Sydaya noticed the crimson liquid staining the tip.

Blood. He’d killed someone.

The realization turned her insides to ice.

Loki threw a blast of blue energy at her from the scepter. Sydaya almost didn’t duck in time—she could feel the heat singe the tips of her hair as she rolled under it. He hissed and lunged forward, almost bringing the scepter down on her head, but she blocked with her lightsaber and pushed him back. His Force-infused gold hissed as it collided with her blade, but it didn’t break. Their weapons locked together as they pressed against each other.

“Loki—” she choked. It shouldn’t be like this. It shouldn’t have to be like this. “Loki, it’s not too late—”

He sneered, ashen skin stretching too thin across his face. “Yes it is.”

He ripped himself from her, whipping around to shoot another blast at her in close range. She caught it with the Force, straining to hold it still in the air before her.

She had done this before, on the battlefield, stopping blaster charges in midair and throwing them back at her unexpecting assailant. It was a trick she had picked up from her master, back when the war had just begun, when she had first been assigned his padawan. At this point, it was practically second nature.

All she needed was to push.

Loki seemed to be frozen. He stared at her wide-eyed, searching her very soul as he waited for what happened next.

Sydaya’s wrist was shaking.

You must secure the tesseract. At any cost.

She hadn’t lied when she told her master she understood. If Loki were to escape here, he’d continue on his errand to deliver up the tesseract to whatever dark force held him in its grasp. He wasn’t her friend anymore. He was a threat to the galaxy at large.

But when she looked at him, she saw only the boy under the ash tree in the gardens of Asgard, laughing as he tried to talk her through creating her first illusion.

Frigga was right.

The blast hit Sydaya right in the gut. Her vision went white, the pain that exploded across her torso so sharply overwhelming that she didn’t even notice when she hit the floor.

Her lungs were on fire.

Loki was standing over her. When he had made his way over to her, she wasn’t sure, but there he was, looking down at her as she choked out bloodstained gasps on the hanger floor. The scepter in his fist glowed brilliant blue.

Sydaya whimpered.

Finish it. It’s over, just finish it.

But he didn’t move in for the kill. He just stood there, stock still, staring down at her with an expression that she couldn’t quite read.

Sydaya didn’t understand until he knelt beside her to reach for the little green lantern that dangled from her neck. His fingers shook as he cupped it in his hand, mesmerized. For a moment, it seemed he was about to rip the chain from her neck. The thought made her eyes swim with tears.

Please don’t take it, Loki. It’s all I have left, please don’t take it.

But he didn’t. He set the charm down against her collarbone painfully slow, as if he was afraid to break it. When he turned back towards her, his lip was trembling, his eyes glossy.

His fingers brushed her cheek, cupping her face with such restraint that it seemed he was afraid to break her too. His hand was cold. It felt nice against the fever burning under her skin.

Sleep.

The voice was Loki’s, but it didn’t come from his lips. It floated through her mind, soft and soothing and impossible to ignore.

Sleep.

Her eyes drifted close, the fire in her veins slowly washing away as the world faded to blackness.

…

Sydaya woke up surrounded by white.

She was in a bed, hidden by a curtain. Voices rang through her ears in a steady hum as footsteps shuffled back and forth around her. The scent of antiseptic stung her nostrils.

A hospital ward.

She sat up with a groan. Her limbs ached, and everything felt far too heavy. Her torso was wrapped in bandages. Sydaya frowned. Certainly not uninjured, but a far cry from the mess of blood and shredded skin that had been plastered across the hanger floor.

How was she alive?

She jumped when the curtain rasped across its pole. A woman dressed in blue scrubs ducked through, smiling when her gaze landed on Sydaya.

“Commander Clepar. Good to see you’re awake.” She glanced at her clipboard. “You got some minor burns and a conk in the head, but nothing too serious. Pretty lucky, all things considered. You should be able to leave in a little bit.”

Nothing too serious.

Without thinking, Sydaya reached for the charm around her neck, rubbing the uneven texture across the pad of her thumb. There was no way what happened on the deck was nothing too serious. Not unless …

Her voice was dry and rough when she spoke. “Where’s Loki?”

The doctor sighed. “We don’t know, sir. I believe they’re trying to track him now.” She continued on about burn treatments and discharging, but Sydaya didn’t hear her. She rolled the lantern between her fingers again.

Loki had healed her. He must have. There was no other explanation.

She tried reaching out through the Force, but it was useless. He had long since left, and she hadn’t the energy right now to go searching for him.

But he was out there.

Somewhere, her Loki was still out there.

And somehow, she was going to bring him back.

#loki marvel #loki fanfic #loki x ofc #jedi ofc #star wars the clone wars #<-- although that's more of a backdrop #severed #attached #cozy writes

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fbfh · 5 years ago

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glowing - leo x reader

genre: fluffy mutual pining w quick (cute) resolution

word count: 1.6k

au: none??

pairing: Leo x Daughter of Apollo

requested: hell ye!! hope you enjoy it xo

warnings: none?? yr half sibs n nico are all protective over you but nothing unhealthy lol

summary: You and Leo have been crushing on each other and cockblocked by your siblings for too long, so you decide to take matters into your own hands.

reccomended songs: sunshine - atlas, musetta’s waltz - moonstruck soundtrack

a/n: not super edited but what’s new lol i just forgot how to spell edit for a hot second lmao

requests r open babes xo

Between your siblings being ready to maul someone with arrows (and bad music) at a moment’s notice, and Nico - honorary brother and the Apollo cabin’s unofficial bodyguard, dating is… tricky. Even your uncoordinated eight year old half brother Kevin has offered to bang on a guitar and scream, making everyone’s ears bleed. A few weeks ago, an Ares kid made your little sister Sophie cry, and Nico found out. The entire Ares cabin spent two weeks getting all the skeletons out of their closets. Literally. More human bones would appear every time they cleared some out, rattling unsettlingly. People generally don’t mess with you, or other Apollo kids, which you usually don’t mind. You wouldn’t even give it a second thought.

But you did give it a second thought. And a third. And a fourth. And several others. All of them centered around Leo Valdez. You’ve been admiring him from afar for weeks. You didn’t know why his friends were so hard on him at times. You got the vibe that if he started dating someone, his friends would give him the ‘hurt them and we’ll kill you’ speech instead of the other way around.

At first simply observing was cathartic, seeing him fix swords and laugh with his friends, but as time went on, it just became frustrating. You just want something to happen, you want to make him as happy as he makes you. The most frustrating part was that there had been so many missed opportunities. There was the time two weeks ago when you were flirting after picking up your harp bow from getting a few touch ups, the time after that you two lost track of time and watched the sunset on the docks, and just days ago when you stayed up late talking in Bunker 9 when neither of you could sleep.

Every single time, one of your siblings either scared him off or dragged you away before you could leave. Most recently, it was Will and Nico. You could swear Nico was muttering to Will, something along the lines of “what is it with that guy and going after my little sisters?” This wasn’t surprising, since they got together, the whole cabin has made Nico feel really welcome, resulting in him treating you all like sibling-figures.

You shake your head, trying to focus on the sparring practice that starts in a few minutes. Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter are arranging the first inter-camp capture the flag match, and everyone’s really excited. And training like crazy. If it goes well, it might happen as frequently as once a month, but you have to get through this one, first. Most of the extra time at camp has been spent practicing sparring, battle strategy, and other tactics. Campers were encouraged to watch other fights closely, try to spot defensive weaknesses, and study technique. Right now, Leo and Jason are demonstrating some method of something or other. You’re watching Leo fight, and you’re just… awestruck. You don't even know what to do with yourself. He's agile and light on his feet, and he moves almost like a cat. His muscles flex as he strikes, and your heart lurches. It looks like he's losing. All of a sudden he smirks, and shoots out a blast of flame, sending Jason stumbling back. Campers applaud at the successful win, and he jokingly bows.

"Thank you, thank you… I'm amazing, I know-" Jason shoves him jokingly, and clears his throat for the crowd's attention, while Leo gets a glass of water.

"Okay guys, pair up to practice sparring. Don't be afraid to spar with someone new, the more fighting styles you know the better…" you turn towards the water cooler. Watching him now, you could swear he's all god. He has a gold halo in the late afternoon sunshine, and a drop of water trickles down his face onto his neck. You make a small strangled noise and know this has gone far enough. You need to do something about this crush before it kills you. You walk over to him, and before you can chicken out, ask, “Hey Leo, want to spar?” He almost chokes on his water. He agrees, seeming pleasantly surprised that you asked him. You pull out your harp bow and he pulls out a large, flat hammer.

‘Good for offense and defense,’ you think, ‘he’s smarter than he looks…’

You start off slowly, getting a feel for each other, and your fighting styles. You spar for hours, and end up tied for wins and losing track of time. He gets you off balance with a fancy move, and next thing you know, there’s a nail gun at your neck.

“I win,” he pants, smirking. Your cheeks flush.

“Can you- show me how to do that?” you say, catching your breath. He agrees, and walks behind you, hands on yours. He shows you how to shift your weight, causing your opponent to lose theirs. His right hand moves to your thigh, readjusting your alignment.

“...Keeping your center of gravity low,” he breathes, his lips dangerously close to your ear, “so you won’t fall.” Neither of you move away yet. You turn your face towards his, eyes on the ground.

“Can you… show me again…” you breathe. A smile twitches at his lips. He leans in, and-

“Apollo cabin, inspection time!” You jump away from each other.

“All Apollo campers back to cabin seven asap!” you flinch at your brother’s voice, which you know is directed at you. You sigh, turn towards him, and yell back, “I’m coming, just finishing this sparring match!” You see him retreat and turn back to Leo. Before he knows it, you have him pinned to the ground.

“Gotcha,” you say with a smirk of your own. You lean further down, and whisper, “Meet me at the docks at midnight.” You pull away, and jog off toward your cabin, leaving Leo flustered and excited.

Later that night when you finally reach the docks, Leo’s already there. “Hi,” he says when he sees you, “I know I’m a little bit early I just… got nervous…” You giggle and reassure him.

“I just hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long,”

“Don’t worry,” he replies, “it was worth the wait.” You blush. He looks around, and you realize he’s nervous.

“Don’t worry about the cleaning harpies,” you comfort him, “I left them some muddy armor to distract them, we should be good for a while,” you both laugh a little, and you realize he’s staring at you. You look at him inquisitively, a smile playing at your lips and a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“What?”

"You're glowing," he breathes the words softly, amazed by your presence. You look down at your arms, and blush. Your cheeks turn a soft, fluorescent shade of rose. Bioluminescence was a very rare, pretty useless power that some children of Apollo could have. It did, however, allow you to act as a nightlight for your cabin, which everyone (older kids included) enjoyed. No one in your cabin did well in the dark, so everyone slept a little better since you'd been claimed.

“You are glowing, right? It’s not just me?” he asks, half joking.

“Yeah, no,” you confirm, snapping out of your thoughts, “that’s a… thing that happens sometimes. It’s saved me a lot of bruised shins in the middle of the night.” As you both laugh, you decide enough is enough.

“So, I’m taking the fact that you showed up here at all a good sign,” you say, knowing you have to start somewhere, “I don’t really know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it.” Your adrenaline is racing. Your limbs are tingly, and your heart is beating so fast. You know you have his full attention, which makes all of that worse. It’s now or never, you remind yourself, and I’m choosing now.

“I have a huge crush on you.” Visible surprise and excitement is all over his face and body language, and an involuntary smile starts on his mouth. You continue, partially aware that you’re nervous rambling at this point.

“I was hoping you might say it first, but my siblings and Nico are so intimidating and I was like forget that, I’m seizing the day, and…”

“And?” he asks, in a breathless smile.

“And… do you-”

“I like you too. A lot - just ask my friends, I never shut up about you-” You can’t hold back a giggle as you place your hands on his face and pull him in for a kiss. He’s stunned for a second before he kisses you back, gently resting his hands on your arms. You smile into the kiss, which makes him smile, and-

“What the hell, Valdez?!”

You jump, pulling apart from him.

“Will! What are you-” before you can finish the thought, darkness pools at his feet and suddenly Nico is standing in front of him. He greets Will with a mushy pet name and leans in to kiss him, but Will stops him before he can and clears his throat.

“Wha-” Nico turns his head, “...oh…”

You laugh in disbelief. Mr. High And Mighty was here for the exact same reason you were. You smile fades as you realize that even though you have dirt on him, he still has dirt on you.

“You know,” you say, reaching for Leo’s hand, “I don’t know if I saw you here, or what…”

Will wraps an arm around Nico, and starts in the opposite direction. “Funny, I don’t remember seeing you either,” he shrugs.

“Right,” you reply.

“Right.”

You both drag your respective boyfriends in opposite, more private directions. Suffice it to say, there was a lot more kissing that night - and no more interruptions.

#leo valdez x reader #hoo x reader #leo valdez imagine #heroes of olympus x reader #Heroes of Olympus

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that-one-jasper · 5 years ago

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TFP Optimus With A Shy SO Headcannons

-When you first met the Prime, you were very scared and frightened. The Decepticons had attacked near your home, though the battle had demolished your house, you were lucky enough to be outside before anything happened. A bot from the team had spotted you, and they took you back to their base.

-When you arrived Agent Fowler was there and said you would have to stay at the Base while they rebuilt your house. You were very anxious over that.

-Optimus, when first getting to know you always made sure he was calm and gentle when speaking towards you, and always made sure that you had felt comfortable since this was now your home too.

- During the first few days of adjusting to the new home and meeting the other humans who knew about the Autobots, you were usually locked up in your room, upset at what you lost and what couldn't be recovered. You were feeling really homesick, which is a feeling you an Optimus had bonded over, though the only difference being that yours was being repaired.

- As you grew more comfortable around the Base you started opening up a lot more, even if it was mainly towards Optimus.

-He started carrying you around on his shoulder, and that gave you a feeling of safety. -He'd take you out for drives, and you really enjoyed and appreciated the one-on-one time.

-One time, you had gotten hurt, and Optimus went into 'Mother Hen' mode, always asking if you were okay, or if you needed anything. Of course, you'd always say you were fine and didn't really need anything, but admittedly, you liked the attention.

- After a month and a half of living at the Base, you found yourself fancying the Prime. You didn't want to tell him though, just in case he didn't feel the same, he was a giant robot and all.

-Unknown to you, he liked you too, but really couldn't find a good time to tell you his feelings.

- Subtle flirting goes on for a few weeks, and Miko catches on.

-Oh no.

-She tries to get you out of your shell more to ask him out, but it's almost a futile attempt, you just don't wanna.

-Though, despite her knowledge, the encouragement did help you.

-In the end, you did end up asking him out, in an adorable way, in his opinion.

-Amongst the many topics you and Optimus talk about, flowers happened to be one of them. You noticed the big bot had an appreciation for them, so what better way than to use flowers for when you ask him out?

- You gathered as many nice ones as you could, walking out of the flower shop with a bunch of large bouquets, and had used them to make a big flower crown, it was hard to hide from Optimus since it was difficult to move so many flowers in a delicate way quickly, and sometimes you had to restart, but it was worth it.

-When you asked him, it was in the privacy of his room, the two of you were quietly chatting about how your day went when you had brought up the question.

-"Optimus, can I ask you something?" He picked up on your nervousness immediately, though responded with a "yes," and a nod of his helm.

-"What're your opinion's on........Interspecies relationships?" He gave you a confused glance, so you continued, "as in, human and Cybertronian." -Ah.

-He understood the message now.

- He gave you a gentle smile, and said, "If you really love them, nothing will hold you back from being together. Appearances aren't important if you're truly in love." -You were shocked at his answer.

-And relieved, so you went on talking again.

-"And if it were us?"

-The Prime smiled, "I'd be grateful for it,"

-Now your confidence was high.

-You gave him a grin, "I'll be right back, I have a surprise,"

-He stared curiously as your form retreated into one of the smaller human-sized storage room that was connected to his.

-After like, 5 minutes of struggling, you finally managed to get the giant flower crown out gently and present it to him. -"Tada!!" -He's amazed by how nice it looks, you've spent a lot of time on it and it shows.

-"It's a flower crown! I thought you'd like it," you smiled up at him, gently holding up part of the crown to him.

-He picked up the crown gently and set it on his head, a warm smile on his face-plates.

-"Thank you for this, Y/n, It looks lovely," the sweetness in his tone made your face blush, and you give a shy smile.

-"It was nothing really, I thought you would like it,"

-From then on you two had started dating.

-You'd usually make him a flower crown if missions went super well or if he just needed some cheering up.

-He'd often forget that he was wearing them and walking around the base with it on.

-The first time it happened everyone snickered and chuckled at the intimidating leader wearing a flower crown.

-It took Optimus a few moments to realize he had still been wearing the flower crown, though, made no effort to take it off.

-After a few months of your relationship with the Prime being official, your house had been rebuilt, and you could return home.

-Que Optimus becoming protective of you and insisting he become your guardian, though you didn't mind too much.

-He'd drive you to and from the base, and would usually park down the street from your house at an empty lot, just to ensure that you were safe and the Decepticons didn't come back.

-All in all, you really liked dating the Prime, even if at first you had met due to unfortunate circumstances, you've come to love him.

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So this was my first headcanons chapter, and I think I did decently okay? Lmao. I'm alternating which books are being updated each week, and I've also started posting snippets of the chapters the day before I publish them, jsut to help me keep on track with everything. I'm also on the Hogwart's Extreme site now so if yall wanna chat with me there just DM and I'll send you my user.

Hope you guys enjoyed this (relatively) short, chapter, and be on the watch for the next update next week!

#Optimus #Prime #tfp optimus prime #Xreader #optimus prime x reader #fanfiction #Headcannons #Transformers #TransformersPrime #OrionPAx #Autobots

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