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ccswife · 27 days

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Oh no.

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pairing๛: kate martin x iowau!reader

synopsis๛: kate catches you watching your saved edits of her.

not proofread so ignore spelling mistakes pls lol

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being a trainee under the strength and conditioning coaches for the Iowa womens basketball meant that you were constantly around the team. you found it hard to get used to all the personalities, but by your sixth year it became quite easy.

one person you particularly leaned towards when assisting was Kate Martin - a fellow sixth year and a phenomenal basketball player (as far as you knew). throughout the 3 years you had really known Kate, the two of you grew very close, exchanging 'i love you's and often sleeping at eachothers places. a lot of the girls wondered why you guys didnt just move in together.

one cool evening in iowa city, after a considerably hard practice and lift, kate decided to come home with you after her shower. you leaned against the wall outside the locker room playing on your phone, patiently waiting for the blonde to shuffle out with her bags.

'phwwtt!'

a loud whistle pulled your eyes up and towards the door. there came kate, her hair wet and barely brushed and her bags stuffed to the brim.

"i tried to shower as fast as i could and pack all my stuff up but it got a little messy so...." she spoke out in one breath.

"kate... you know i dont mind waiting," you laughed. kate usually does this, and it ALWAYS leads to her forgetting something important. whether it be her shoes (like, her actual shoes not her bball shoes), her whole bag of skincare, or her bra, etc.

kate shrugged with a goofy look on her face and shouted 'onwards!' before shuffle-running to get out to the parking lot.

the car ride over to your apartment was as usual; listening to music, chatting about school and practice, asking about the other girls lives. you often asked her about everyone else when you guys had sleepovers. its not that you don't know and love them, but you don't talk to them nearly as much as you do kate. everyone knew that. after settling in and grabbing snack and a spot on the couch, you pulled up tiktok on your phone and decided to go through your 'wbb😭😍' folder. you can't even lie and say you don't find kate and some of her teammates attractive. hell, one of the reasons you first talked to her was because of her beautiful face. but after you guys got so close, you deemed it inappropriate to tell her how you really felt. how she made your heart flutter when she called you 'n/n' and when she stared at you for a little longer than usual. you found out that people made edits of her after liking one womens basketball edit... one is all it took. at first it shocked you and you tried not to like any of them.. but you couldnt resist it. she looked so. damn. good. IN ALL OF THEM!!! sooner than later a folder was made and filled to the brim. a dabble of caitlin, paige and an occasional molly in there as well.

so, there you sat: munching on goldfish, one leg up on the couch and one leg dangling off, all while scrolling through various edits of your best friend.

oh yea, full volume too:D

kate walks into the living room and sees you on your phone. usually she tries not to snoop but something caught her eye. was that.. her?!?! on your phone screen?????? she watched you scroll and watched as her face popped up a dozen more times. caitlin as well. a million thoughts went through her head. why were you watching edits of her? did you like her like she liked you? you find her attractive?? why is caitlin in there.

she continued to stand there, mouth ajar, trying to find the right words to snap you out of your lull.

' y/n' she spoke up

your phone immediately shut off and you sat straight up, turning to look at kate with a beat red face. your hands start to move around frantically as you try to explain.

' i- im- i was just looking at some beacuse,-- well like i thought it was cool and-' words start flying out of your mouth.

'y/n,' kate spoke again. ' its ok. im just kinda caught off gaurd' rubbing her neck she looks around before making eye contact with you and smirking a little. your face twisted when she smirked. she thought this was funny??!

"what're you smirking at freak??" as you said that your heart dropped. her smirk only widened. "dont you dare kate." a demanding tone, one that you only use before she tickled attacks you or is about to yell something completely out of pocket to the girls.

kate inches towards you, causing you to put your phone behind your back. before you can even process her attack, she snatches your phone and unlocks it, quickly going into tiktok. at this point all you can do is sit and stare as she goes through your folder of wbb edits. occasionally she looks down at you, sometimes with a sweet look and others confused or.. offended? you couldnt tell.

after finishing, she hands your phone back to you and sits next to you on the couch.

"well," she starts. "who knew there was so many edits of me and caitlin!" her tone was light hearted but with a tinge of hurt and sarcasm. she turns to look at you.

"oh wait, you knew!" she yips. kate slaps your knee and laughs, and you couldn't help but join. she cracked jokes for at least another minute.

the vibe in the room after that changed in the slightest bit, the both of you holding your tounges, not wanting to be the first to acutally talk about what had just happened. when the clock hit 11:00pm, you both sauntered to the bedroom to hit the hay. hopping into your respective sides, and making sure you both had everything you needed. instead of a "i love you, goodnight!", kate just rubbed your cheek and smiled, then turned the other way.

before you fell asleep, you saw the light of her phone, and an edit of herself on the screen.

Oh no.

no no no no no. your heart started to race as you thought of everything that could happen. what if she doesnt wanna be my friend anymore? what if she tells the girls and they hate me? does she know i like her?

you curled up and tried to sleep away the thoughts. halfway asleep and arm snaked around you and stroked your arm, prompting you to fall soundly asleep.

"ill figure out what to say to you soon enough, love"

kate spoke under her breath only when she was sure you'd fallen asleep. soon she was out too.

Oh no... what will they do?

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A/N q(❂‿❂)p: i hope this isn't complete trash! i tried my best:))))) i had this little idea i forgot about in my notes lolll. i hope u guys enjoy and lmk if you potentially want another part ?!!?!! anyways toodles😜

#wbb #wlw #kate martin x reader #kate martin #iowa wbb #iowa hawkeyes #x reader

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sipsteainanxiety · 2 years

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your voice tended to get lost in groups sometimes.

your friends were quite... loud, at times. rambunctious. it was difficult to be heard whenever you wanted to say something. you didn't blame them, not really. they were so energetic all the time that it was only inevitable that someone like you—soft-spoken and significantly quieter than them—would get drowned out in the face of their fast-paced enthusiasm.

to their credit, they didn't exclude you intentionally. they did remember your presence and they often did their best to get you to contribute to conversations. but, well, they didn't always.

not that you were particularly incensed about it. you were new to the group anyways, it was only natural that they would forget you were there from time to time.

overall, though, you thought yourself lucky to be able to settle in so easily with their friend group. they were very accommodating and nice—you couldn't recall a single moment where they made you feel like an imposter. they'd adopted you into their lives like you were a stray cat on the streets and you couldn't find it in yourself to be ungrateful.

currently, you were sitting in the apartment of ashido mina, having been invited to one of her get togethers for some of her classmates from her high school days. you were familiar with most—if not all—of them by now and had been warmly welcomed into her home to catch up with their exciting lives.

you sat quietly on the fuzzy pink ottoman ashido had and sipped at a drink she'd made for you that bubbled down your throat. around you, multiple conversations were occurring as people had sectioned off into little circles for the time being. you were partially included in one of the circles closest to you and listened on as kaminari denki chatted with a few others about one of the more recent missions he'd done.

"yeah, i didn't realize the villain had smashed my shooter until it was too late!" he sighed dramatically and shook his head. "i'd fully brought it up to nail him in the face, too! imagine my surprise when it didn't shoot out any of my disks! i was almost outta charge at that point, i was so desperate..."

"bummer, man." sero hanta grinned in that familiar way of his. "aren't you supposed to be a pro? how you get caught slacking like that, dude?"

"i don't know!!" kaminari almost wailed. "i almost got squashed by his quirk but lucky for me, ei was there—"

"i'd always take a hit for you, man!" kirishima eijirou said as he clapped his friend on the shoulder with a smile. "did you send your shooter to hatsume?"

"yeah, i dropped by her shop yesterday." kaminari then pouted slightly. "she almost beat me up for it. i told her i was sorry a million times!"

"oh!" you perked up slightly and opened your mouth to add in your own story. "that reminds me of when i—" but your voice got drowned out when kaminari started talking loudly about hatsume always messing with him, and you found yourself clamping your lips shut to avoid talking over him or getting overpowered.

you instead resigned yourself to taking another sip of your drink. and that was when you suddenly heard a low grunt to your right.

lounging on the loveseat ashido owned was bakugou katsuki, glass in hand as he stared at some random point to his left. he looked like he didn't want to be here—like he didn't care—but you knew it was all just for show. he tended, like you, to sit to the side and simply watch to the people around him. it sometimes gave you an odd sense of camaraderie with the man, even if you'd never had a proper conversation with him before.

his ruby eyes swiveled in your direction when you looked at him and he raised a singular pale eyebrow at you. "you were sayin'?" he said in a rough voice. "m'listenin'."

you stared at him like you were a goldfish—eyes wide and mouth agape—then smiled lightly and scooted closer so you could continue your story.

and you learned that bakugou katsuki paid attention to those around him. he paid attention, and he listened.

because he cared.

he picked up on little things that most people wouldn't, his sharp eyes quick to analyze and assess. he wasn't particularly fond of being the focus of a conversation and rarely put himself in that position. he did add his two cents when people expected him to—when they looked at him for his input on a certain thing or when they teased him to get him to say something, anything. but he much preferred to be on the outside looking in. after all, it was quiet there.

he was tuned—even if it didn't seem like it—to his friends' emotions. he was the foundation that they could stand on, the glue that kept them together. he wasn't good with words, but he was good at sitting and listening. and contrary to what others believed, he didn't mind it, either.

he occasionally gave solid advice, too. advice you never knew you needed to hear.

"don't be afraid t'speak up," he grunted at you one day when it was just the two of you. "your words matter." you matter, went unsaid.

you used to think he would get annoyed easily at having to listen to people ramble all the time. but he didn't—not when it was someone he trusted, someone he was close to. it was just another thing you hadn't expected from loud, explosive bakugou katsuki. another thing you kept note of and stored away in a little box to keep.

and as you chatted with him happily, watching him listen to you attentively as though every word you said was important, you couldn't help but to smile at him warmly.

#this one's for all my quiet shawties out there #i hear u<3 #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou drabble #this is so SHIT but take it anyways gn

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crusty-chronicles · 11 months

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Airheaded S/O Headcannons #10: Kurapika (HxH)

He is completely dumbfounded by you

Like how did you end up working for the Nostrade family?

How did you even manage to become a hunter?

You have to be faking, right?

I mean nobody just loses Neon's new diamond earrings.

Nobody just trips and takes a whole countertop with them. (Marble countertop if he may add)

Nobody just forgets they can use nen?

"What's your ability?"

"Sometimes if I squint real hard, I can see in the dark."

"Your nen ability????"

"Oh! Don't remember!" 😃

Finds out you are in fact not faking

It kinda reminds him of Leorio

But at least Leorio could read and doesn't have the attention span of a goldfish.

Sometimes he swears he can hear your single braincell rattle around in your head when someone's shaking you in their frustration.

It worries him why you were hired to be a bodyguard

Mainly because the Nostrades had been very thorough selecting candidates.

And you were here before his team got selected.

So Kurapika has a hunch.

He'll make Melody ask you questions and check your heartbeat for lies.

And every ridiculous answer you gave was true

Which irritated him a little

He didn't want a braindead idiot to get in the way of his goal

Buuuuut his opinion of you changes for the better after his fight with Uvogin

He came back feeling defeated, even though he won

The blood on his hands was icky and he had gotten no information out of the ordeal.

The only thing he left with was an even worse hatred for the Phantom Troupe.

The very same people who didn't remember they had massacred an entire clan.

He arrived at the hotel when mostly everyone had left.

Everyone except you and Melody.

He eyes were still that scarlet color, not bothering to hide them.

Then he felt arms wrap around him and went to lash out, wanting anything but to be touched right now.

Except his movements stopped completely

And he became completely calm and relaxed.

"Your eyes are really pretty like this, but I don't like you mad. Just calm down a little, okay?" It was you.

And why had you said that to someone you barely knew?

Why were you trying to comfort him?

And why had he let you?

He realized this was your ability: controlling emotions. Or at least altering them.

It was...nice

He hadn't been hugged in a while.

And yours was warm.

The scarlet at last fading away.

"Thank you for that... I appreciate it."

From then on he's seeking you out.

With melody, he has to be cautious with what he says.

He doesn't want to say anything that would frighten her or complicate things for himself.

But if he's talking with you, he could say just about anything and you'd listen.

You would have no clue what he was talking about, but you would be there.

And it was like talking to a wall

Except the wall brought temporary joy into his very dark and devoid world.

A bright light that couldn't be darkened no matter what thanks to your naivety.

And maybe it's endearing when you trip on air in public and say-

"I'm stumbling over my success."

Maybe it makes him smile when you ask about his nen chains and narrow it down to 'a portable prison.'

Maybe he does want you to fill the silence he's used to with ramblings about 'why vases are too fragile these days.'

He may like you, but his motive comes first.

His clan's eyes will always come first

However, he can't stop himself from indulging with what might be a happy future with you.

Especially after seeing you cave someone's skull in with one punch during a task from the Nostrade family.

He's so relieved that yes, you had great physical strength and a useful ability.

It means he'll let you follow him to fulfill his vengeance against the Spiders

He only babies you when it's something serious.

Like if you're about to chop your finger off while cooking.

He's running into the kitchen and taking the knife from you.

"Y/n, what do you have?"

"A knife 😃😃😃"

"NO!"

Or if you're about to get hit by a car because you saw something cool across the street.

He's using his chains to pull you back, and then proceeds to lecture you for the next ten minutes.

But anything else?

No. You can figure it out.

If you're lost, you'll find him eventually.

If you swapped out the pepper and salt, he's laughing, but hopes you learned your lesson.

You brought the wrong item at an auction?

Good luck explaining that to Neon and her father

Doesn't buy you fancy things because he knows you don't care about stuff like that.

Instead, he'll leave you little notes where he knows you'll find them.

He tried to take you to a nice restaurant for dinner claiming it was to 'Keep up the Nostrade's Appearances'.

It was just him being a little embarrassed to admit it was a date.

And you know what happened?

You two got kicked out because you kept breaking the fancy silverware and plates.

But it did make him laugh to see you try to hide the evidence under the table cloth

Calls you: my love, dearest, sunny, little clown, baby (derogatory), and if he's feeling playful-mighty warrior.

He has trouble communicating, so having a stable relationship is difficult.

But he tries, even if he's not there all that much.

Won't feel jealous, but instead a little insecure that you would get bored and leave.

Even if he knows you're a fool with a heart of gold and would never do that

It's just the part of his brain that has to consider every possible outcome.

But if the way your eyes light up every time you see him, even if it's just been five minutes, is anything to go by....

Then he has absolutely nothing to worry about.

Kurapika just hopes his pursuit of his clan's eyes don't scare you away or dim the light you bring with you.

UP NEXT: Monkey D Luffy

MASTERLIST

An: Sorry it took longer than usual, the fucking heat is draining and it makes me lazy 🫠

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x y/n #hxh x reader #hxh x y/n #kurapika x reader #kurapika headcanons #kurapika kurta #hxh kurapika #airhead s/o #stronk s/o

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christinesficrecs · 6 months

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do you have any fic recs for season 3a? i’ve been rewatching and i really like the storyline 🥹

Well, Post-3B is my jam but try these ones. 🩷

Don’t Speak by fatale | 68.9K

The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something’s wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can’t understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it’s gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he’s lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?

Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.

Thunderstorms & Polish Lullabies by Whispering_Samir | 10K

The one where Stiles time-travels just in time to save Boyd and Derek from the Alphas, and manages to heal everyone, including himself, just a little in the process.

There’s Monsters at Home by calrissian18 | 83,575

How did you get past the wards?” Derek had put them up, with Peter’s grudging assistance, after the Alpha pack had made themselves at home a few times too many.

The guy pulled a face. “You mean the wards a five-year-old girl with the mental ability of a goldfish could deconstruct?” He blinked wide eyes at Derek. “Gee, I don’t know. It’s bound to go down as one of life’s great mysteries.

Derek despised him.

Forging Bonds by mikkimouse | 27.5K

The loft was flooded, the water shimmering in the moonlight streaking through the huge windows. The twins held Derek on his knees, with his arms extended and claws out. Kali had Boyd, and she was dragging him toward Derek, and—

Stiles aimed at the twin closest to him and threw the Molotov cocktail as hard as he could.

Bake to Remember, Eat to Forget by butyoureyessaidyes | 125.2K

The one where Stiles runs his own bakery, never locks the front door, and doesn’t know he’s part of a werewolf pack (until he does).

The Nightmare of my Choice by mirrorkill | 106.2K | Mature

Rogue werewolves and incubi and ghosts, oh my!: Life in Beacon Hills continues to be the epitome of weird.

Especially for emissary-in-training Stiles, who's being literally haunted by a parade of Beacon Hills' deceased, who are trying to compel him to embrace the darkness in his heart. His only source of comfort is when he's writing to an emotionally constipated Beta werewolf. When Derek Hale is your anchor to sanity? Yeah, weird might be an underestimation.

Stiles is well suited to the path of an emissary; in fact, something important about him has already been overlooked. Something that could have deadly consequences both for him, and for everyone else...

Wanted by Asterekmess (Livinginfictions) | 88K | Mature

With the Hale pack finally settled and safe, it only makes sense that something would happen to screw it all up. To top it all off, Stiles has to pretend to be Derek's mate, or face a pack of angry Alphas. He's doomed.

In this Darkness (It's You I Hear) by Kedreeva | 9.9K | Mature

Deucalion bites Stiles on the way out of town, and Derek finds him in an unexpected condition....

here is the deepest secret nobody knows by owlpostagain | 22.3K

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”

Where You Go To Rest Your Bones by allyasavedtheday | 6.4K

Derek feels him take a deep, shuddering breath and then Stiles disentangles himself – though he stays within the circle of Derek’s arms. “I missed you.” he whispers, looking at Derek like he’s expecting to be kicked out at any moment.

You're stronger than you know by Littleredridinghunter | 234.1K

Set at the end of season 2, Stiles survives his encounter with Gerard and his goons, but it isn't easy.

The pack are letting him down again, his dad is not speaking to him, his life is just generally falling apart.

Until he has to get a bronze dagger to kill a siren and his whole world gets flipped on it's head!

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #tw season 3 #tw season 3A #alpha pack #jennifer blake

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twstbookclub · 21 days

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Sharp Teeth, Tough Love

Summary: You caught Floyd's interest the moment fire and chaos erupted in the Mirror Chamber. One chance meeting gave you the nickname Shrimpy, and another left Floyd sinking deeper into the depths. POV: 2nd Person Pronouns: Gender-neutral Admin/Writer: Cressa🦋 Tags: Romance, Angst, No happy ending, sorry folks, Floyd Being Floyd, Slow Burn, Minor ADeuce and Grim Shenanigans again, Unrequited Feelings, Floyd's POV (I hope yall remember whose nickname belongs to who) Word Count: 3, 044 If yall needed to know, I wrote this on the same day I wrote the Riddle fic. My brain is spent on these two, and I couldn't be any happier. I wish I could end this another way, though. Poor terrifying and violent Floyd. One thing to note, it's really fascinating how he only calls someone by name if he really respected them. Also, if yall catch that reference to one of Floyd's lesson chats, I will love you forever. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy again 💕

Floyd could never forget the first time he saw you.

Your face was twisted into a flabbergasted frown, mingled with distress, confusion, and exasperation. The cat monster—he’ll call it Baby Seal since its tiny height and gray fur reminded him of one—ran amok and spewed fire everywhere. Kalim’s screams rang in the air, followed by Crowley’s indignant shouts. He watched the chaos unfold with intrigued eyes and a widening grin, revealing sharp teeth and a thirst for more wreckage.

Amidst the smoke that billowed and swirled in the Mirror Chamber, you stood in the middle of it. The harsh glow of the fire pierced Floyd’s eyes, but all he saw was your silhouette surrounded by dying embers and crackling flames. Just as his gaze landed on you, your head swiveled around to look back at him. As if some invisible force compelled you to find the eyes that burned into your figure.

He wanted to see you again.

The next time he saw you, you were with Baby Seal and those two freshmen in Heartslabyul: Crabby and Little Mackerel. Even Goldfish and Sea Bream were with you. The six of you lurked in the courtyard, as if trying to spy on something. Whatever you were doing, it caught his attention.

“Careful, Floyd,” Jade simpered after he followed his brother’s line of sight, “don’t scare the fish away.”

Of course, Jade already knew what Floyd was thinking with one look. There was a reason why they chose each other and survived the coldest, harshest waters.

“Yeah, yeah.” Floyd flippantly waved away Jade’s words with a languid grin, before he snuck on the group. It was laughable, how they didn’t notice his tall and gangly figure slink in front of them. The six students spoke in hushed whispers, too engrossed in their conversation to see the shadow that loomed over them. His eyes roamed each freshman, checking the fresh meat, but they lingered on you.

You looked so small, and he had to tilt his head down to see your eyes. Back then, during the entrance ceremony, you hunched over as if to curl into yourself. Small and weak and afraid.

Floyd’s lips stretched from one ear to the other. He’ll call you Shrimpy.

“Oh ho ho! What is up, Lil’ Goldfish?”

Goldfish jumped, sputtering and floundering like a fish caught by its prey. The rest showed varying degrees of surprise. Sea Bream’s smile became strained, and Floyd could see the junior sweat a little. Crabby flinched, while Little Mackerel took a step back with wide eyes. His fists were raised to his chest, and Floyd’s eyes narrowed at that.

Huh, one of them was ready for a fight. Interesting.

His attention shifted to you, wide eyes fluttering in disbelief. You craned your neck to look up at him with parted lips. As Floyd engaged Goldfish in a conversation more like interrogation, he felt like he was floating. It’s as if he could run around the track field without breaking a sweat from the look you gave him.

He wanted to see more of that. He wanted to see you more.

Your gaze drifted to Jade, and you froze. Floyd brushed it off as fear. That was how people usually reacted to them, anyway. It was nothing new. He focused on the conversation with Goldfish without sparing your reaction another thought.

One sunny day, a few days after that chance meeting, Floyd saw you in the courtyard again. You were with Baby Seal—he always was—along with Crabby and Little Mackerel. The latter two stood in front of you, who sat on the edge of the fountain. Baby Seal was standing next to you with this annoyed look. Meanwhile, the Leech brother was lounging on the grass. Alchemy class bored him, so he decided to skip and bathe in the sunlight on the courtyard.

None of them seemed to notice him. Floyd watched, still bored out of his mind. He was debating on whether to spook the group or otherwise, when he heard you laugh.

You tilted your head back, letting the sun illuminate the smile on your face. It was a toothy grin, one that crinkled your eyes and emphasized the chub of your cheeks. He barely saw the color of your irises, and your unrestrained laugh echoed in the desolate courtyard. You even snorted.

You tilted your head back so much that you tipped over and fell into the fountain with a loud splash. Floyd snickered, ignoring the warmth in his chest and the flutter of his heart. Howling laughter followed your fall. Crabby clutched his stomach and doubled over. Little Mackerel held back a smile as he flailed, unsure of how to help you, in front of the fountain. Baby Seal was laughing his ass off, belly flopping on the edge of the fountain.

He decided to stand from his spot and help you, since the entire thing entertained him. Although, when he stood tall and took a step towards the fountain, he paused. You were drenched in water, from the top of your head to the tip of your leather shoes. Locks of hair stuck to your forehead and cheeks. Your uniform clung to your skin, and it looked uncomfortable. Despite all that, your smile remained.

“You assholes!” You laughed with a loud wheeze, happy and carefree with that toothy and blinding grin. He could clearly hear you laugh and sputter, even with Crabby’s and Baby Seal’s loud snickers and laughter. As he watched Little Mackerel help you—and fail, because you slipped back into the fountain—a thought nagged at his mind.

What should I do to make Shrimpy laugh like that again?

“Hey, Shrimpy!” Floyd chirped, grin too wide and sharp to be considered friendly. Little Mackerel and Crabby stepped back, as the sophomore grabbed your arm and tugged you out of the fountain. Your hand shot out to grip the edge, while you stood from the water.

“Need a lil’ help?”

“Oh merciful Seven—” Floyd pretended not to notice how your vocabulary changed in just a few months— “thanks, but how much did you see?”

The fact that you nonchalantly accepted his help, that you didn’t flinch from him, made Floyd’s heart do somersaults and cartwheels. The corners of his lips stretched towards his ears. He squeezed your arm and watched you step out of the fountain.

Water dripped from your uniform, and Floyd observed the droplets fall from your hair and fingertips. He briefly wondered what you’d look like if he dragged you into the sea. Would you be surprised? Would you scream?

Would you laugh and call him an asshole, like what you did earlier?

“What answer do you wanna hear, Shrimpy?” He teased, still grinning and holding your arm. For some reason, Floyd didn’t want to let go.

“The one that doesn’t embarrass me, thanks.” You chuckled, despite the other three freshmen being silent spectators of this interaction. As you thanked him again and flicked the water off your hands, Floyd couldn’t help but grin wider.

Another month passed. After that admittedly hilarious outburst from Azul, you became a regular at Mostro Lounge. You visited during the weekends, even if you were wary at first. You fell into a routine, just as fast as how you picked up on the lingo in Twisted Wonderland.

You walked in during the weekends and stayed for as long as an hour and thirty minutes. (Yes, Floyd kept count.) You’d talk to either Jade or himself, depending on whoever was waiting tables at the time. Azul passed by at times to make sure you were having a good time, obviously to maintain Mostro Lounge’s good reputation. After a few visits, Floyd began to monopolize your attention by literally taking over server duty during the days you visited.

Even if he had to subtly threaten Azul with profit loss via property destruction and sabotage.

“Hey Shrimpy,” Floyd drawled, sitting across from you in one of the booths. It was a slow day today, and all you ordered was a fruit shake. A history book was opened to some page Floyd didn’t care to know. Notes littered your table, and your penmanship occupied his attention a little.

That was, until he grew bored of the sounds of pen scratching paper and the clinking dishes in Mostro Lounge.

“Hm? Yeah, Floyd?” You asked, flipping a page and jotting down something on your notebook. The tall merman pouted, before he reached over and snapped your book shut. Before you could even react, he snatched it away and lifted it far from you.

“I’m boooored. C’mon, play with me!”

Floyd grinned when you stuttered and glared at him. Your reactions always amused him, moreso whenever you were irritated or angry. Something about the way your brows furrowed and your nose scrunched made him want to tease you more. When you began to flail your arms and make animated gestures, that was when he knew you were really fed up.

“You—” You sighed and stood up, trying to reach for the book. Floyd only lifted it higher, and he didn’t even need to stand up. The corner of his lips twitched, while he watched you struggle and stretch to snatch the book back.

“Floyd, give it back! Please? I promise I’ll—”

There was a reason why he always tried to annoy you. You’d always promise him something in the end: treat him to lunch, hang out with him in the Lounge, watch his basketball matches (even if you were there for Crabby, too). It was the only way he could spend time with you without outright asking for it.

Floyd wasn’t an idiot. He knew he liked you, and it all began with that incident involving the fountain. Even Jade pointed out the many times Floyd’s face lit up every time you were around. He couldn’t ignore how much his heart pitter-pattered every time he saw you. He couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t grinning every time he caught sight of you. The way his name rolled off your tongue made him giddy enough to want to throw you over his shoulder and skip class with you.

If he had a choice, he’d drag you to the deepest parts of the sea and keep you to himself.

The book was plucked out of his hand, but your own hands were empty. You owlishly blinked, and so did Floyd. Both of you stilled, until another voice broke through the quiet hustle and bustle of the Lounge.

“It’s not nice to play with the food in front of you, Floyd.” Jade smiled, the kind he usually wore that fooled anyone into thinking he was the safer option between the two brothers. It was still funny to Floyd how everyone gravitated towards Jade, only to realize the jagged teeth behind that fake smile of his.

You took your book from Jade with an awkward smile. “Ah, thanks, even if you said something subtly backhanded…”

“It’s my pleasure, Prefect,” Jade answered, his smile never wavering in that moment. Careful hands gripped the book and slipped it off his gloved one.

Without missing a beat, you set the book aside and asked, “How are you then, Jade? You and Floyd are usually together, but I haven’t seen you in a while.”

The book remained shut, as if you weren’t trying to get it back from Floyd to study earlier. The lazy smile he had dropped into a thin line. His eyes drooped as he watched the conversation between you and his brother. On the other hand, Jade still wore that perfected smile of his with a hand over his heart.

“I’ve been doing fine. Thank you for asking.” Jade hummed before adding, “I found this lovely new specimen—another species of fungi—while on a hike recently. You were interested in mountain hiking and foraging, am I correct?”

“Oh, yeah.” You laughed, light like tinkling bells. It was a stark contrast to the boisterous laugh you usually had. Floyd’s chest tightened, and his hands clenched into fists under the table.

Letting your laughter die down, you continued with a smile, “Can I join you next time? If not that, you have terrariums, right? Can I see them some time?”

Your smile was small and practiced. Whenever you smiled, it was always toothy and the corners pushed your cheeks up. Now, it reminded Floyd of a prissy princess who had been sheltered all her life. You smiled like a noble that faced the aristocrats in hopes of a good impression. You smiled like the guests his parents had, trying to curry their favor, while he and Jade grew up.

You solely focused on his brother, as if Floyd wasn’t sitting right in front of you for the last hour. Your book and notes laid forgotten on the table. Condensed droplets began to drip from the glass, and the fruit shake was forgotten as well. Even when the edge of one of your transcripts became wet, you didn’t bother moving it away from the glass.

Floyd wasn’t an idiot. Of course, he wasn’t.

His eyes flitted towards the smile you had, softened with an emotion he didn’t want to see. Your own eyes appeared brighter, livelier than whenever you were with him. Even when you sat down, your body was angled towards Jade as you leaned on the table with crossed arms.

His mood soured in that instant, and the pitter-patter of his heart dulled into silence.

Floyd scowled, standing from the booth and shoving his hands in his pockets. You jumped a little, while Jade watched him with that carefully crafted smile. He didn’t bother explaining himself. Jade knew already, and he didn’t owe you anything. You’d only take this as Floyd sulking because his brother ruined his fun.

“Whatever,” he mumbled and trudged out of the restaurant with an air of annoyance. Everyone who happened to be in his way immediately skirted around the Leech brother. One wasn’t fast enough, and Floyd’s arm knocked the tray out of the poor student’s hands.

His scowl deepened. He loomed over the terrified boy with his jaw clenched and eyes glinting ominously. The aggravated tone rang clear in his voice when he threatened, “Watch it, or do you want me to squeeze ya, huh?”

The Heartslabyul student silently despaired about his lunch. He was too intimidated and afraid of Floyd to even squeak. The merman left Mostro Lounge with a scowl and his fists in his pockets, like a child throwing a tantrum. He didn’t bother looking over to see your reaction.

Floyd was growing irritated at the thought that you’d give all your attention to Jade. He’d rather not see you make goo-goo eyes at his own brother. He didn’t want to think too much of it. Maybe he’d find something to do; something to get rid of this itch in his chest and fists.

If he couldn’t, then Azul would just have to deal with Crowley later. He wasn’t going to sit in that cramped office and get lectured by a headmaster that preened over his and the academy’s reputation.

As Floyd stomped through the portal that led back to Night Raven College, his thoughts veered towards you and Jade. His mind conjured every memory he had of you: how you perked up every time you saw Jade; how you always asked about him, even if you thought you were subtle about it; how you subconsciously gravitated towards Jade every time he was there—

A pair of Pomefiore students skittered towards the wall as Floyd passed by. A shadow loomed over his scowling face, which accentuated the dips and curve of his mouth. His blood boiled, and his footfalls grew heavier with each step. If he went on like this, Floyd would dig potholes in the corridors with his feet alone.

He always saw your smile brighten and look dainty around Jade. Your laugh grew softer, restrained and freakishly refined. It was as if you deliberately controlled yourself to look more appealing to his brother. It was annoying Floyd more than it should.

He liked you, even when your body tipped back and doubled over from laughing so much. He liked you, even if your laugh sounded like a dying whale. He liked you, even when you snorted so hard that it hurt your nose. He liked you, even when you smacked him on the shoulder out of exasperation. He liked you so much that he was tempted to tickle you in front of Jade—just so he could hear your loud and carefree laugh again.

He wanted all of you, even if you were weak and frail and helpless. He just wanted you.

He already hated how cheesy he sounded, but his heart called out for you with each waking moment. The image of your smile overlapped with his memory of your laugh. Your name was scrawled in his mind, his heart, his lips, his very soul. Floyd already knew it was bad if he was being poetic, sappy, and romantic like Seagull.

So, why’d you like Jade? His brother could care less about you in that sense. Floyd was already annoyed that Jade moved things behind the scenes: making sure that you were alone with Floyd as much as possible. They were brothers, but none of them would ever admit that they cared for each other out loud. That didn’t stop people from thinking Jade was the more capable and reliable brother than Floyd, cunning and mischief aside.

Floyd was the one who helped you out whenever he could. He was the one who spent the most time with you in Mostro Lounge. He was the one who made a beeline towards you every time he saw even a glimpse of your head. He was the one who made you laugh and smile, especially whenever he noticed that you were down in the dumps.

He found himself in the courtyard, and his mood soured more at the sight of the fountain. The memory of you, laughing and sitting like a drenched duck in the water, overlapped with the image. Grumbling, he kicked a pebble off the path and clenched his jaw.

“Ah…” Floyd sighed and ran a hand through his hair, before ruffling the locks on the back of his head. His feet halted right in front of the fountain, with its clear and burbling water. Looking down at his reflection, he saw your face beside his—all smiles and eyes hiding behind your cheeks. His heart felt weird, as if being strangled by some invisible force that Floyd couldn’t punch nor squeeze.

He clicked his tongue and looked away from his reflection. With a frustrated groan, he mumbled to himself, “Why did it have to be Jade, Shrimpy? I’d fight tooth and nail for ya, but it’s Jade.”

With that, Floyd kicked the base of the fountain like a petulant child. A dull crack echoed in the desolate courtyard, before water gushed out of the broken stone. It spilled through the fissure, and Floyd took a step back to keep his shoes from getting drenched.

He frowned again and stalked off to find something else to occupy his time with. The afternoon sun showered the courtyard with a golden glow, which only reminded him of the time the sunlight illuminated your grinning face as you laughed.

“Why’d it have to be you, Prefect?” Floyd mumbled, shoulders sagging and foot kicking another pebble in the way. Maybe, in the near future, he’d get bored and forget about you. His heart wouldn’t do that weird pitter-patter, and his lips wouldn’t twitch into a grin with one look at you. His chest wouldn’t grow fuzzy and warm. He wouldn’t get the urge to run to where you were whenever he wanted to see you—which was every day, honestly.

Floyd hoped he would forget about you, but you were so difficult to forget. He’d never find someone else who captured his interest this much. He’d never find someone who looked so beautiful, even if the noises that left them were unattractive and childish. Even if their smile was too wide to be natural. Even if they were fascinated by him at first sight, rather than scared and intimidated.

No one else would be like you, but you just had to like his brother instead.

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Nothing New (TEASER)

Idol!Bts x Choreographer!Reader

Hurt/Comfort, ANGST, Eventual Fluff, Jealousy, and Insecurities

Release Date: TBA

A/N: Hi guys! This one has been in the works for a WHILE, I keep getting stuck in certain parts, but I'll be done soon! For now, here is the little preview I posted about like a week ago. I hope you enjoy! Kissies and huggies!

Finally, a long-awaited date with all of you. The boys were filled with energy, talking and joking on the ride there, and you felt your heart growing lighter: you still had them.

They even helped you get off the car with all the gentleness in the world, helped you get in your seat and made sure you were completely comfortable.

The lightness quickly weighed down into something much heavier when you saw Joanna walk in and make her way to the table.

And the weight felt like it had been dropped to you feet when the guys scooted to make space for her, Namjoon even standing up to hug her and letting her sit first so she'd be in between him and Jungkook.

How long has it been since they hugged you with such happiness?

"Oh my god, Y/N, hi! The boys didn't tell me you would be here."

Something about the way she said "the boys" made your hands itch, almost as much as your throat itched to say 'likewise'.

"Welp. I'm here. Haha."

Dinner wasn't fun, to say the least.

Joanna was blatantly saying shit to embarrass you the entire time, and it even worse, your boyfriends seemed to be soaking up her every word, laughing whenever she pointed out something embarrassing about you when she knew you in high school.

"Yeah! And when we choreographed together, she would always forget her parts." She lets out a giggle and Hoseok laughs too: what's so funny?

"It was only once or twice." You groan, mostly to yourself, but Joanna hears it.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Everyone laughs at her words again and suddenly, you start to think that staying home was the better option.

"I've always said she has the memory of a goldfish. Sometimes it felt like I was doing all the work because i constantly had to step in and help when Y/N froze up."

She turns to you to ask her next question:

"How are you doing now that I haven't been here to clean up after you? Are you making Jimin do it?" She laughs and nudges Jimin, who's sitting next to her, on the shoulder, and he happily shoves back with a bright smile on her face.

"I'm fine, it's rare that I forget stuff lately."

She gasps in a dramatic manner - you wish she would just disappear already.

"You? Not wasting time in rehearsal? Because you forgot? That's unheard of!"

You hate the way pretty much all of the guys laugh at her words: they know how much work you've put into being a good choreographer. Why were they laughing at you?

Suddenly, you feel the person next to you pressing up closer against you: Seokjin.

You look at him and he has a soft smile on his face, but not towards Joanna; his entire focus is on you.

"You have a really good memory darling. We can tell you've worked on it." The knot in your stomach softens its grip after hearing Seokjin's words, and for the first time since you got here, your smile is genuine.

"Anyways, how'd you injure yourself?"

"Oh, we were doing some cardio and I tripped. Fell at an awkward angle and it twisted my leg. Haha."

Joanna laughs a little too hard at this.

"I've always also said that for a supposed dancer you sure are clumsy as hell."

Some of the guys giggle at her comment, and you look down at your lap: why were they laughing at you?

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Seokjin sit up a little straighter, and you suspect he's gonna say something.

"Supposed dancer?" He raised a brow and to most people, it would've seemed like he was just egging onto the joke, but you and the rest of the table could tell that there was a serious undertone to his question.

It was no secret in your relationship with the guys that Seokjin had a specific soft spot for you – in a relationship as big as yours, its bound that all of you will have your weak spots for one another: Jungkook and Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi, you and Seokjin.

So you were more than relieved when he met your gaze; he knew you were uncomfortable.

And as everyone knows, he's not one to stay quiet.

"I just mean it's surprising that for someone so clumsy she went into the professional world where coordination is crucial."

Jungkook uses this point to tease Namjoon, and thankfully the attention is taken off of you. You catch Seokjin's stare again and this time it's accompanied with an apologetic smile and him reaching out his hand to hold yours.

As your hands meet on top of the table, you seem to be the only one who notices the look Joanna sends you at the display of affection.

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◣the gridiron◢

summary: told in flashbacks and the present the gridiron follows chanel dawson and joseph anoa'i's relationship from college football to the NFL and all that is in between.

content warnings⚠️: depictions of sex, foul language, sub/dom dynamic, oral f-receiving, fingering, 🔞 (character face claim: brook valentine) word count: 3.765

◤chapter one: when the bomb drops◥

Chanel Anoa'i was many things. An idiot was not one of them. Her husband, Quarterback to the San Francisco 49ers, Joseph Anoa’i, had been kissing up to her for almost two weeks. He came home earlier, didn’t go out as often with his teammates, handled most of their two kids daily routine so she could sleep in late, and had been the doting husband any woman could ask for. All that meant was that he had done something and was sugaring up to her before breaking the news. How he could think she hadn’t caught on to his game was beyond her. He played it off so nicely. Well, tried to.

Just helping out.

I got that babygirl go sit and relax.

I’m not up to anything. I just want to help you out.

Oh, Joseph must have thought she had the IQ of a goldfish. Did he forget who he married? Who he had been with since college when he wasn’t taking football serious?

When she got home from their son’s flag football practice after dropping their daughter off with her sister, she sent him to clean up for dinner. Before she could even ask how Joseph’s meeting went with his coaches he was whisking her off to their bedroom. A bath had been drawn and filled with bubbles of her favorite scent, there was a thick layer of rose petals all over the white and gray marble flooring, and wine cold and crisp. She really knew then he was about to tell her some fucked up shit. It wasn’t to say he wasn’t romantic and sweet like this. That’s one of the reasons she had been with him for so long. He was a literal six foot six Prince Charming, but she was always wary because he was usually self centered and annoying during the pre-season. Him doting on her when he should be focusing on getting ready for the football season raised the red flag for her.

“What is all of this?” She asked.

Joseph kissed her forehead while sliding her jacket off her shoulders.

“For you.”

He saw the question in her eyes and until he had her naked he ignored it. Holding her by the waist, he helped her ease into the large claw foot tub. He pushed at her shoulders until she stretched out and pecked her lips while sitting on the floor behind her.

“You know your son are going to destroy the house if we both stay here too long.”

At six years old their eldest child, Roman was the much needed light to their lives. It had been hard having them at the early stages of their marriage, but the made it work. Usually that time was for the couple to spend time adjusting to their new life.

Most women would have left after waiting for a ring as long as she did, but when Joseph signed with the NFL his second year of college time flew by. Between traveling when she could to see him and her own studies finishing up they somehow made it work. She was beyond blessed.

Chanel felt Joseph’s hands snake over her shoulders and down her chest as he moved to his knees outside the tub behind her.

“Then I better move my fingers fast, hmm?”

His mouth on her neck almost distracted her from his hand dipping between her legs. Chanel squirmed as he slowly parted her sensitive folds. The water threatened to erupt over the side of the tub from her body jerking into his hand. Her body was searing hot, warming only from his ministrations. He knew her body well enough that when his thick middle finger slipped inside of her the soft and gummy walls had not time to prepare before he was stroking them into a fluttering frenzy.

“How are you this tight, hm?” He whispered. “You need Daddy to stretch you out again?”

His idea of stretching her out was her on her back as he pushed her open legs into the bed. He would push his dick as far as it would go and lay there, not moving, as she rutted and came so hard his stomach was covered in her essence. Joseph was smug about the fact that she could come from just sitting on his dick. He would often pull her into his lap just to watch her whine and whimper from being full.

It had been a rough year for him career wise and this small joy made his days a lot better. He had numerous videos of his wife propped in his lap, full of him, as he did mundane things like watch TV or talk on the phone. Her pleasure was definitely his at this point and she could sit on him as much as her heart desired.

Chanel whimpered as he added a second finger. It was nothing compared to the heavy muscle between his legs. She was on the verge of begging for more when his free hand wrapped around her throat.

“Answer me bunny….”

Oh, Daddy was in that mood tonight.

His fingers stilled inside of her and she opened her eyes to see him staring down at her from behind. “Don’t keep me waiting. Open that pretty little mouth of yours.” He growled into her ear.

He tapped on her full bottom lip with his wet fingers. She opened her mouth and her eyes fluttered as he pressed two fingers against her tongue.

“You’re so fucking nasty,’ he muttered as her mouth closed around the digits to suck.

Chanel preened at the praise and snapped her thighs shut around the hand between her legs.

“Yes!” She was delirious at this point. “Stretch me open please?”

The bath was long forgotten as Joseph lifted her out of the tub. Wet and dripping, he carried her to their bed. She’d fuss about the wet sheets tomorrow, but right now she was tossed onto them as Joseph stood just off to the side of her while stripping out of his clothes. His scent filled her nose as he grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Patting her thighs, he pushed them apart while holding them to the bed and flattened his tongue right against her pussy.

“Let me eat first bunny.”

Chanel cursed as Joseph licked and sucked on her clit. He was a loud eater. Slurping and smacking his lips as his tongue slipped into where his fingers had been just minutes ago. He was on a mission to make her come undone. Normally he was a lazy eater. Taking his time as she stroked her hands through his hair and scratched his scalp. He would worship her like he was leaving his offering at her temple. On those days she agreed to whatever he wanted.

Right now he was primal. Lapping at her like she was the finest of milk for a cat. Her hands gripped the sheets as warmth started to grow around her belly and thighs. Joseph knew when she was close. His hands on her always let him know what was happening with his wife’s body. He loved his wife’s body. Maybe because he had a hand in it. Two kids, numerous workouts together, fucking, he had his hands branded on her body.

They were also adventurous in bed. When Joseph’s tongue slipped south she knew she was in for a long night. It was an odd feeling to feel his tongue around her ass, but when he slipped his fingers into her pussy she swallowed that cry of protest. Joseph wasn’t one to just tap on her spot until she came. He pressed down on it and let his tongue do the work against her clit. He found she squirted the hardest because of it and he loved the way she tasted.

Looking up at his wife coming undone he smirked.

“Feed me bunny,’ he rubbed his teeth against her clit a few times before sucking it into his mouth.

Chanel’s body arched up off the bed, her nails nearly ripping the sheets, mouth open as she moaned. Hysterical Chanel’s toes curled as Joseph relentlessly licked her clit. The warmth that had spread around her belly was all over now. She was hot and so close to the edge.

“Are you holding back from me?” He started to move his fingers. Roughly pushing against her g-spot. “Don’t make me take it, Chanel.”

The way she was feeling was euphoric and she didn’t want it to end.

His voice was deep and rough. She wanted to come, but it felt too good to end the sensation. She felt one of his hands as it trailed up her stomach, the valley between her breasts. Long fingers curled around her throat. He bore down and his weight of his arm held her to the bed. She knew better than to close her legs.

“Da….ddy,’ she cried, ‘shit please…..”

Her voice was broken from his hand wrapped around her throat. Her cheeks were warm as her oxygen supply was cut in half. Joseph watched as she gave into the pleasure. Her clenched hands relaxed and her back dropped to the bed from its arch. He loved it when she finally submitted to him. The fight between them was so fun, but when Chanel just gave her body to him he really took care of her.

“That’s my bunny," he worked his fingers faster, tweaking her nipples between his fingers as she sobbed from his doing. “Such a good girl. You’re gonna come right?”

Joseph sat up on his knees and held her chin in his hand so he could turn her head to face him.

“You come for Daddy when you’re ready okay?” He cooed.

Her expessions made him grin. The delierium on her face made his dick strain against his sweats. It was almost painful.

Chanel grunted in reply as she focused on his fingers. She closed her eyes and held onto his wrist as it flicked between her legs. He was so dominant in the bed. He relented to her nights of control, but when he had it she melted and not to be blasphemous; but she gave up the ghost. Joseph damn near felt like a god. He leaned down, his lips sucking her earlobe into his mouth. His tongue licked the shell of her ear and he shivered.

There were some slapping sounds she couldn’t place above her loud moans and cries of Daddy, Joseph and my Wolf. She only realized he’d been slapping her cunt while she squirted on his hand.

His body covered hers moments later. He kissed her through the aftershocks of her orgasm while rubbing the tip of his dick between swollen lips. Chanel hadn’t even seen him take off his sweats. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pushed to the hilt with one thrust.

“Fuck my pussy feels so good,’ he grunted in her ear as he laid still and held her.

Beneath him, Chanel wiggled her hips. Her breath was caught in her throat as she felt another orgasm coming. Sensitive, her walls fluttered around his dick sucking him deeper.

“Damn girl. That dick feels too good doesn’t it.”

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Chanel rolled over and snatched her phone off the bedside table. Joseph followed and kissed her shoulder. The bright light from her phone made her groan. How they managed to fuck in the dark like that and not notice? She saw the time first. Had four hours really gone by?

“Who is it,’ Joseph asked.

“An email,’ hoarse, she looked over her shoulder and glared at Joseph. It was his doing.

“Wives meeting in two days. You know preseason prep shit.” Putting her phone back down she turned around in her husband's arms.

Like teenagers they went into kissing again, tongue and all, like they had no care in the world. Naked, sweaty, and sore, Chanel knew she had to get up and check on their. Four hours of silence wasn’t common.

“What did you do to get him quiet like that?” Chanel sat up. Joseph’s eyes dropped to her bare breast before he looked back up at her. Clearing his throat he looked towards the door.

“I said you were sick and I had to take care of you. Plus I bought them some new shit to play with in their rooms.”

“Keep on lying to my babies. I will fight you.”

Chanel thought she was strong enough to stand up. When her feet hit the floor and she was standing, her body betrayed her after one step. No matter how many times they had sex she was always sore afterwards. From the floor she heard him laughing. Her hand shot up as she flipped him off.

“Fuck you.”

“You did and look where you are,’ he shot back. “You need Daddy to help you up?”

“Fuck……..no, that’s why I’m on this damn floor in the first fucking place.” She rolled onto her back with a heavy sigh. “Makes no damn sense how big your dick is. It’s ridiculously disrespectful.”

“Keep talking shit I’m going to come down there and fuck your mouth next.”

Snorting, she bit down on her lip. “Do it then.”

She had been joking. Fully joking. When his head appeared over the side of the bed she grimaced and rolled away from him. “Stop playing,’ she whined.

His long arm reached out and swatted her on the ass before he grabbed a hand full of it.

“Come back to bed. Roman is fine. I even called and checked on Kelani while you were asleep.”

“Such a good daddy,’ she mumbled while dragging herself into the bed.

“I can be even better.”

He helped her back under the covers before disappearing beneath them. His head on her thigh she felt his tongue against her pussy again. He was slow eating this time. Savoring the taste of them as his hands smoothed up her sides and over her chest. It wasn’t about the orgasm this time. He just wanted to make her feel good.

If she came ...then she came.

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He broke the news to her the following morning with exactly three minutes to spare before it flooded the blogs, Twitter, and news outlets:

Joseph Anoa’i’s possible infidelity exposed!

49ers Quarterbacks mistress steps forward!!

Sources state the affair had been going on for a few months……

Chanel worked her tongue around her mouth as Joseph explained what was real. It was only twice. She was a cheerleader for the team, it didn’t mean anything, he was sorry.

“That’s why you fucked me last night and had been doing all this nice shit. Fuck, Joseph, a cheerleader? You couldn’t get a bitch with brain cells?”

He knew better than to answer that question.

Chanel stood up from the kitchen table and checked her watch. “Is she pregnant?”

“She said she might be.”

“Which means you’ve been with her recently.”

She tried to think back to when he could have slept with her. The last event that she didn’t attend was a party for the owner's birthday. Chanel had stayed home with the kids because Benjamin had gotten sick.

“The last time it happened fast. I didn’t…..it wasn’t like I was planning to meet her. It all just happened so fast.”

“Oh shut up. The flu just happens, breaking a nail just happens! You sticking your dick in some bitch doesn’t just happen. Don’t insult me like that.”

“It’s not…. it…..wasn’t even hard all the way.”

Was he was trying to make light of the situation? Show her that he’d only get it up for her? It was the truth. Half flaccid sex wasn’t as enjoyable and he didn’t even remember getting off, either time.

“So you’re out here fucking bitches with a soft dick….disrespecting me? After I damn near died last night?” She rolled her shoulders and pursed her lips together but soon mumbled. “I’m choking on dick every night and you fucking hoes flaccid? Don’t disrespect my dick like that again.”

It wasn’t so simple as ‘don’t do it again’. Chanel knew that. She also knew something like this could happen. Maybe she got so comfortable in their many years together that she didn’t expect it to happen.

“She’s been calling me for days now. Trying to get money and she wants to see me.”

Snorting, Chanel grabbed her purse. “You really picked a super dumb bitch.”

Grabbing her phone she shoved it in her purse as Joseph watched her. He knew she was mad but to what extent he didn’t know. He just didn’t want her to leave him. Joseph also knew what she wanted when she held out her hand. Taking a few steps back he unhooked his phone from the charger and placed it in his wife’s hand.

“I will handle all your calls for the rest of the week and this little girl. You just focus on training season because football is something you make sure you don’t fuck over.”

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She left him in the kitchen and put some space between them as she headed out to gather her thoughts and bubbling emotions about her current situation. She didn’t dare look at social media.

Chanel drove through the city with her phone connected to the car’s bluetooth speaker. On the line was her younger sister, Audre who had called as soon as she saw the first post about her brother-in-law.

“So what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to go talk to the girl.”

Audre went silent and Chanel rolled her eyes. “What?”

“Do you think that’s a good idea? By yourself I mean.”

“If you are worried I am going to hit her then don’t.”

As the cars moved she reached into her purse for her wallet. She could always use cash, but the black card linked to Joseph’s account spoke to her first. It wasn’t like she didn’t have her own money. They had multiple accounts both separately and jointly, but when it came to the fiances she was over all of them. She handled the money. He was still using up money from his first initial contract with the 49ers.

They had splurged a little with their eight thousand square foot home and six cars. The interior was of top quality material and appliances that would stand the wear and tear of two growing kids. Her wardrobe and his was extensive, the kids' needs were met on all levels and they lived comfortably because of her financial and money investing skill.

She herself was a private accountant for many corporations. Handling their taxes, keeping up with their spending, and making sure they stayed out of financial trouble meant she could work from home in her office. Unless she needed to speak face to face with the owners of these corporations, she didn’t have to leave the house.

“How mad are you sis,’ Audre pressed her sister to open up.

It wasn’t the best thing to do over the phone, but being across the country in college meant she had to improvise.

“I’m getting the phone company to email me the call history and deleted texts, if there are any. I’m calling my lawyer because she’s not coming in and fucking up our stability.”

With a beaming smile, she passed the card to the barista at the window and left a tip in the jar on the sill. Adding the receipt to the small bag in her car, she pulled out of the parking lot with a strawberry frappuccino with the nail salon next on her list.

“How do you know where she lives? The story just broke today.”

“I have his phone.”

“Say what now?” Audre galked.

“I have his phone. So I am going to send her a message and find out where she lives.”

“That does make sense. What doesn’t make sense is him giving you his phone. How do you know he doesn’t have another one?”

“First off, I know his social security number. Joseph doesn’t take a shit without me knowing. Two, we do it all the time. The first time was as a joke. He had mine, I had his. The second time I made a comment about Jey being better at grilling.”

Audre was well aware of Joseph’s younger cousin and the playful rivalry. Both were professional football players, MVPs, etc. They were also jealous of each other, but the love was there. It was a healthy jealousy. It pushed them to be better. When they were with their family there was no talk of football. Just to keep the peace.

“And he took my phone because I was recording.” That was a lie.

Chanel remembered the video he took on her phone of her on her knees in the bathroom as he gave her some meat to think about instead. He didn’t care that she had to redo her makeup from the smeared mascara and eyeliner. Her comment later about his cousin's floozy of the week's potato salad being salty made Joseph grin as he kissed the side of her head.

“I don’t want you to do anything that would make this worse. You catching a case because you popped her isn’t the best thing right now.”

“Don’t police my anger, but I’m not going to hit her. If it makes you feel better I will tell her to meet at my favorite lunch spot.”

Audre praised her skills when it came to deescalating her sister’s plans. “That is a lot better. I wish I could be there to see it go down.”

Needing a shift in subject Chanel grinned. “You could at least have the luxury of traveling when you want if you and Jey would stop hiding that you two are secretly fucking each other. I’m sick of all these random women he brings to these family gatherings.”

“We aren’t together Chanel….’

“You’re lying, but it’s okay.”

“Not everyone wants a football player for a husband.” She snapped.

“If his dick is a n y t h i n g like Joseph’s then I know for a fact that’s what you want. Him playing professional football is just a bonus.”

“Bye Chanel.”

Laughing as the call clicked, Chanel sifted through the incoming text from the wives and other friends. She sent them all the same text. She was careful about the wording. She didn’t want her text ending up in the blogs from a ‘close source’.

I’m handling it.

#roman reigns x black reader #roman reigns x black!reader #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns fanfic

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It's Okay, Little Doll

My second fic, and the first time I've tried writing about agere. I hope it's okay! Constructive critism welcome! Sorry I don't know how to do the cut thing.

Bucky Barnes x Little reader.

You're desperate to regress, but your house mate is home and you try not to. He has other ideas.

Can't think of any trigger warnings. I guess *slightly* forced regression, but in a caring concerned way?

You walked into your apartment with a tired sigh. Work had been awful, your creepy co worker had spent the day hitting on you no matter how many times you had told him you had a boyfriend. You didn’t have a boyfriend, but he had no way to verify that. He did know you lived with Bucky though, so you just let him assume that you were a couple.

You dumped your work bag and the stack of files you’d been carrying onto the table and kicked off your shoes. You just needed to get changed into something comfy, find some snacks and chocolate milk, then you could go to your room and regress. Bucky was on a mission and wouldn’t be home for a few days so you knew that he wouldn’t catch you in your little state.

You were just about to go into the kitchen to get your snacks and chocolate milk when you heard him.

“Hey, doll, you okay?” A soft voice said from behind you, making you jump and drop the packet of goldfish crackers you’d been about to pour into a bowl.

“Bucky!” You spun around, wide eyed and desperately started trying to fight off the regression that had been starting to take over your mind.

He chuckled and held his hands up showing you he meant no harm. “Jeez doll, it’s just me!” He didn’t raise his voice, continuing to speak softly, though amusement was evident on his face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I thought you heard me coming.”

You shook your head and smiled. Internally you were screaming. “No, no no! I can’t regress in front of Bucky!” “I’m fine, sorry I must have been in my own world. You’re back early?” You questioned. Maybe he was just back to get something? You needed to regress and it was hard to fight it. Just had to get a snack and retreat to your room.

“Yeah” He nodded. “Turns out they don’t need a full team, Nat and Steve have gone alone”

You were fighting the need to slip with every ounce of will you had. “Oh.. what are you gonna do now?” You didn’t hear the slightly higher pitch of your voice, or the way you were fiddling anxiously with your sleeves. However it didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky and he tilted his head, concern flashing in his eyes.

“Doll, you okay?” He stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder, his eyes widening in surprise when you stepped back fearfully. He removed his hand, the concern now more prominent on his face. “Doll? You know I’d never hurt you, right?”

You nod and wring your hands anxiously. You could feel yourself slipping and were desperately trying to stop it. “‘M fine” you said, and you wince inwardly, you heard your voice that time and realised you were slipping faster than you thought. You grab the bag of goldfish, deciding to forget about the rest of your snacks and chocolate milk for now, intending to rush to your bedroom and hide in there for the rest of the night. Bucky stops you with another hand on your shoulder as you try to push past him.

“Hey, hey, where’s the fire? What’s wrong?” He was concerned, he’d never seen you act like this, and you had certainly never acted scared of him before. He waited for you to answer him, frowning when you stiffened under his hand. He let go again and let you go with a sigh. He wasn’t going to force you to stay and talk to him when you very clearly didn’t want to. He figured he’d give you a little while to calm down and check on you later. He made his way back to his room and lay on his bed with the book he’d been reading. He would have stayed there if he hadn’t heard you muttering anxiously in your own room. His super soldier senses made it easy for him to hear, though he usually did his best to block it out. He couldn’t this time though, not when he could hear that you were so worked up about something.

“No no, not in front of Bucky, come on y/n. You can fight this!” You were pacing in your room, desperately trying not to slip. You knew that now Bucky was concerned about you, he wouldn’t leave you alone the whole night. You knew he would come and check on you and you couldn’t afford to be in your littlespace when he did. He couldn’t see you like that, no one could. If you’d known he was going to be home, you would have been more prepared to stop it, having the whole day to work through it. Unfortunately, you hadn’t known he would be home and had been planning for it all day, so now you were home it was getting harder and harder to fight off.

You’d already put all your little items in the wardrobe so you couldn’t see them, including the plush toy that usually lived on your bed. You were hoping that not being able to see the things that you usually used in your little time would make it easier for you to stop the slip.

You gasped when he knocked on your door, calling out to see if you were okay.

“J-just a minute!” You hastily looked around your room, checking for anything that might give it away before sighing and telling him to come in.

He opened the door and walked in, taking a breath when he saw you. He could see your whole body was tense and you looked on the verge of a panic attack. “Hey, hey what’s wrong?” He moved toward you, careful not to touch you this time. He knew you didn’t like to be touched. You tolerated the occasional short hug from him, but that was all. The hands on your shoulders earlier were normally okay too, but you’d made it clear to him that they weren’t at the moment, so he just kept his hands where you could see them and crouched in front of you to be less intimidating.

“J-just a bad day” you whispered and gasped when you heard your voice. You were still slipping and you couldn’t stop it! This was bad. You quickly looked to the side, trying to look anywhere but at Bucky. This time, Bucky gasped quietly as it clicked in his head. You were regressing! Well, you were trying NOT to regress, but he recognised the signs. He’d never been in the lifestyle himself, but he knew that Steve had had a little at one point and he’d seen them interact a couple of times. Nodded to himself, unseen by you and decided to just treat you like he would a scared child.

“Shh, shh it’s okay, little one.”

He saw you freeze and your breath catch in your throat. “N-not little!” he heard you say frantically, your voice still in that higher pitch but not quite childlike yet. He could see that you desperately needed to regress, and that you were trying not to so he decided to just carry on, hoping to make you feel safe and go into your littlespace. He edged closer to you, still not touching you yet, keeping his movements slow so you could see everything he was doing.

“Oh I know you’re not, not just yet, but you want to be so badly, don’t you little doll?”

You froze again, slowly turning to look at Bucky. “N-no! D-dunno what you’re talking about!” you had to fight the urge to stomp your foot. This was bad, Bucky was going to see! You couldn’t let that happen!

Bucky just smiled at you, slowly reaching out and curling his fingers around your wrist, gently tugging you toward him. “It’s okay little doll, I’m here. You’re safe with me.” his voice was soft, doing his best to sound calming as he pulled you into him, gently wrapping his arms around you. He felt you stiffen but didn’t let you go this time, he simply gently ran his metal hand up and down your back in soothing circles while gently pressing your head into his chest with the other. You stayed stiff, starting to tremble and he worried that he’d pushed you too far. He keeps going though, murmuring softly to you, taking the fact that while you were anxious, you weren’t pulling away as a sign that it was okay to continue. He stops rubbing your back, using that hand to scoop you up into his arms and moving to the bed with you, he sits on it, leaning back against the headboard and pulls you fully onto him, still making soothing noises and starts rubbing your back again.

“That’s it little doll, you just relax here in my arms. Let Bucky take care of you. Just let it happen… everything’s okay”

You keep fighting desperately but you feel yourself losing the fight. You knew for certain that you were going to lose it when you felt yourself relaxing into his touch despite yourself. “There you go… good girl..” when he called you a good girl you could no longer fight it, and just let it take over. You cuddled into him, your thumb sucked into your mouth and closed your eyes. You heard Bucky chuckle quietly.

“There you go little doll, that’s much better isn’t it?” You blinked up at him and saw him smiling softly down at you. You nodded at him shyly, still worried about being little in front of him, but now you’d slipped, you were much more open to accepting the comfort and safety that his presence offered.

“Nothing to worry about little doll, you just relax here in Bucky’s arms. I’ll take care of you.” He started stroking your hair softly and rocking from side to side slowly, smiling gently at you as your eyes started falling closed.

“Shh, that’s it, little one.. Just let yourself drift away. You don’t need to worry about a thing.”

You sighed contentedly and let yourself drift off to sleep. Maybe being little in front of Bucky wasn’t so bad after all.

#sfw agere #Bucky Barnes x Reader #bucky barns x y/n #Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader #Bucky Barnes x little reader

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itsfuntobeavampiree · 1 year

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I'm going through a really bad break up right now is it okay if you write slashers comforting reader during breakup? Maybe give some tips to move eon cause it hurts si bad I didn't know someone could feel this hirt

Aw poor you :( hope things get better!<3

Not proof read

Contains: brahms heelshire,OGMichael myers, RZmichael myers, Stu macher, Billy loomis.

Slashers when S/O is going through a breakup

Brahms heelshire

I mean he would try to comfort you but in his head he's so happy because now he can have you too himself! But then his thoughts would be interrupted by your sobbing. 'Poor baby' he thinks

He'll let you cry into his chest while he rubs circles on your back whispering reassuring words. "Shhh it's ok y/n, don't let this break up bring you down"

After like a week and your still sobbing your eyes out in bed and brahms doesn't know what to do because he doesn't know how to care for himself he tries his best to think of an idea to try and make you feel better. He rummages in the kitchen cupboards to make you a nice snack, he goes through the bathrooms to get you tissues and gives you his pillows for extra and his duvet for more comfort. He knocks on your door and waddles in with all the items, you giggle a little before helping him with the stuff. "B-brahms what's all this?" You sniff but he pushes you over to the bed. He lays everything out and lies you down before he himself shuffles in. He hears you cry again and he thinks he failed. "Oh no brahms I'm just crying because this is so sweet" you mumbled as he relaxes and cuddles up to you.

After a week or two you settle down and try to move forward and he's by your side every second of the day. Not much of a change for him though lol.

OG Michael myers

Even though this mans stiff as a board he'll still awkwardly wrap his arms around you.

He'll try his best to reassure you through expressions. As much as he would love to say something he just can't which you understand.

"M-mikey do you think they keft ne because i was clingy!?" You cry into his shoulder, he shakes his head violently and tightens his grip on you.

He tries to distract you after a while by giving you some candy he admits he 'bought' and just sits there when you need a cuddle buddy.

RZ Michael myers

....do...do you want him to kill them for you??? Like what do you want. He just associates everything with murder, if you mention any name even he's asking you if you want the person dead. He's very comforting as you can tell.

He's a bit different to OG, he wouldn't be as tense like if you dive into his arms be sure to be scooped up.

He gives you real stern looks when you start blaming yourself like 'wtf?don't say that!'

Makes you a mask to take your mind off things and it surprisingly helps. After he gives it you become more interested in it and forget what you were crying about.

Stu macher

"Aw damn dude....wanna like watch scary movies or something?" Why was he the first person you thought of telling? Nobody knows but hey if your looking for a good time,HEY! Not sex dipshit, than he's your man.

Would have to er.....go walk his goldfish for a bit so yk....don't look at the news.

"Woah don't worry man! It happens but don't go kicking yourself around about it" he says with a goofy grin while he harshly pats your back like the bro he is.

He would buy a cake mix so you two can just bake and cry cause after all that you'll have something sweet to eat. Think of it as a reward, you let all your problems come crying out and at the end you'll have something edible!

Billy loomis

"Oh really? Who's the dick head who'd breakup with you?" He'd try to playfully flirt but at that moment you'd want nothing to do with love and just angrily stare at him for already hitting on you. He'd scold him self and gives you a well needed hug

"You know...breakups aren't that bad, sometimes they lead into a massive glow up" he'd say proudly thinking he's doing gods work but when you reply with a " Wait you think I need a glow up? Omg maybe that's why they left me I'm so ugly and they were jsut desperate and-" he covers your mouth gently and shakes his head violently realising that between him and stu neither of them and smart when it comes to comforting.

Decides that a nice stroll would clear you mind so he gets you a jacket and shoes and takes you out side. He offers his arm out so you could link arms which you did. Obvs, incase someone you know sees you and you need something to hide you puffed up face.

"Stay here ok?" He says as he walks into a shop and cones out with a slushee just for you and a bag full of goodies for when you get home.

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sailorkamino · 2 years

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Heyyyyy :) I've got an idea for a one-shot that you could write~ (you don't have to write it if you don't want to, no pressure😅) I'd just love to see the moon boys be worried and bring food to the London Sanctum while the reader is too busy to go out, and the boys get entirely fascinated by the magical artifacts in there (maybe steven is geeking out 🤣) and they secretly love watching the reader do their magic spells.🤭

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relationships: moon boys x avenger!witch!reader [gn]

word count: 0.7k

warnings: reader skips meals because they're busy, protective moon boys, nerd steven, using food as a love language, nsfw joke (reader moans when eating lmao)

a/n: introducing a new character ;) i focused mostly on the food part and less on the magic so i hope you still like it, conejito = bunny, cariño = dear

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Marc wonders if this is a good idea.

You guys aren’t even dating but here he is at your door. He hasn’t even known you for that long but fuck it, he misses you but he doesn’t know how to say that so he hopes your favorite meal will get the message across.

You have been very busy lately, spending all your time at the sanctum. Normally you were free to leave during the day, relying on multiple security measures and your powers to alert you if anything were to go wrong, but an evil sorcerer on the loose means you have to be extra cautious. You’ve been going to New York a lot lately to discuss the issue with other Avengers.

He cautiously knocks on the large door, eyes widening when it opens by itself. “So, you’re the boyfriends?” A feminine voice, that definitely isn’t yours, asks. He almost drops your food. He doesn’t see anyone inside.

“Hello? Are you one of Y/N’s friends?” He asks hesitantly.

“Kind of. I’m Cheeky Home Assistant Reliable Multipurpose, or Charm. I’m an AI that helps run the sanctum and assists Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you, Marc.”

He freezes, not knowing how to respond to that. Meanwhile Steven is geeking out in the headspace. “Oh, uh, that’s nice.”

“Y/N is in the library, although they have some gifts for you in the kitchen.”

Marc is about to ask for directions when you’re suddenly materializing in front of him. You look adorably domestic in a cheesy ‘I heart NY’ tee shirt and sweatpants. “Isn’t this a nice surprise?” You smile tiredly.

Marc fiddles with the takeaway bag. “Sorry for just dropping by. I tried calling but I know you’ve been busy.” He shrugs dismissively, like this isn’t incredibly thoughtful. “I don’t know if you’ve had dinner yet but I was on my way home and I was going past that place you like so I decided to get you something.”

You cross the distance between you two, pressing a sweet kiss against his mouth. “Thank you honey. I’m starving.” You stroke his cheekbones fondly as Steven fronts. “Hi love. How come you never told me about Charm?”

You smile at his excitement. “I’m sorry darling. I’m so used to her, sometimes I forget that most people don’t have an AI. She was a gift from Tony.”

You start pulling him through the Sanctum. He doesn’t even ask where you’re going, too entranced by his surroundings. The fact that you didn’t teleport where you wanted to go tells him how drained you really are. “Don’t touch anything,” you warn without turning around.

“I wasn’t-”

“You were thinking about it.”

He shuts his mouth. You come to a stop in a large, modern kitchen. “I think food might be our love language,” you joke. That’s when he notices the pile of American snacks not available in the UK.

“Goldfish!” He gasps, putting your food on the counter to grab the crackers. “And snack cakes!” You smile at his reaction. You take a seat, using your powers to pull your dinner towards you. “Marc and Jake have some drinks in the fridge.”

“Ooh, I’ve never tried these,” Steven observes, looking at the unfamiliar sodas. He doesn’t even react as a beverage flies over his shoulder to rest in your hand. He’s becoming pretty accustomed to your magic by now. “Hey, these are mine,” Jake warns his alter, grabbing one of the cans of Dr. Pepper.

“Play nice, boys,” you advise, only half joking. You dig into your takeaway with an almost pornographic moan. Jake’s face reddens but you’re too busy eating to notice. “Are you sure you aren’t the telepath in this relationship? I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”

He looks at you in concern. “Have you eaten anything today?”

“I conjured some protein shakes.”

“Aren’t you the one who told me conjured food barely has any nutritional value because it’s made with magic.”

“That, uh, must’ve been another witch who told you that.”

He looks at you unimpressed. “You need to take care of yourself, conejito. How are you gonna save the world with no energy?”

“I know, I know. It won’t happen again. Promise.”

“Good. If it does I’ll have to withhold kisses.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Try me, cariño.”

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #chaos in us #moon boys

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1mnobodywhoareyou · 3 months

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the misadventures of peony

aka the fic that shouldn't exist (tm) it's done! this cracky "little" "should have been hammered out in one night" fic is done! thank you to @narcissusbrokenmirror for the idea and granting me coparenting rights. i hope I did peony right by you! tagging @legolasghosty @innytoes and @jmrothwell with NO pressure whatsoever to read! Y'all were my ask box cheerleaders (thank you) so if you were waiting to see this, here ya go!

on ao3 (2584 words), Rated G. CW for pet snakes and all that entails!

“No, you guys. We don’t have enough room. We don’t have enough time. We can’t get a dog!” Luke looks between all four of his friends and roommates, each sporting their best puppy dog faces, and he sighs before waving them off and turning away, “And put those away. It’s not fair.”

“But Luke! We’ll take care of it! We promise!” Reggie pleads, clasping his hands in front of him to really sell his point.

“Dude, you forget that I TRIED THAT! For years. And literally never once actually followed through on it. We aren’t home enough.”

Alex decides it’s his turn to try, “But you were a kid! We’re all adults!”

He’s met with a chorus of “yeah”s from the group and Luke rolls his eyes.

“No.”

Everyone huffs in frustration as they resign themselves to his veto vote. They’d agreed that decisions like this needed to be unanimous but they don’t have to be happy about the results.

“But what if... what if it wasn't a dog?” Willie asked.

“What do you mean?”

"What about... a bunny?"

Luke rolls his eyes, "You know just because it lives in a cage doesn't mean it's less work than a dog, right? No.”

"So that's a no on a hamster too?" Reggie chimes in

“Yes Reg, that's a no on the hamster too.”

“Damn.”

“What about... a bird? They’re chill,” Willie tries again.

“We're not getting a fucking bird, Willie.”

“A lizard? Oh! One of those bearded dragons! Those are cool.”

Luke glares at them, “No dragons.”

Willie's face falls into a mock pout. "It doesn't even breathe fire!" they exclaim pitifully.

This time, Alex joins Luke in glaring at Willie. “Really?” he chastises them.

Willie offers an unabashed shrug in response.

"What's the lowest maintenance pet we can think of?" Reggie asks in an exaggerated whisper.

Julie huffs, "A goldfish."

“No water!” Luke cries.

“Why not?” Julie counters harshly, hands on her hips. They’re all a little bit frustrated with how stubborn Luke is being and it’s unfortunately starting to break through.

“We have way too many electronics for water to be a good idea. We do NOT need another Reggie fixing his amp in the rain situation.”

“Dude, it's contained in a TANK,” Willie explains.

“You are seriously no fun,” Reggie quips as he fiddles with his sleeves.

Willie's eyes widen as he comes up with a new idea.

Luke sighs before Willie even opens his mouth. "No."

WIllie's face falls into another pout. "You don't even know what I was going to say!"

“I don't need to. No.”

“You only need to feed snakes like once a week. And there's no water,” he pauses to consider his words before continuing. “Well, almost no water. And they're PRETTY!”

Luke’s face pinches in confusion, "What?!"

"A ssssssnake. We should get a snake."

"A snake? Seriously?"

"Yeah, people have them as pets all the time. And they're super chill and low maintenance. Look!" Willie pulls out their phone and starts typing. He stops and turns his phone around for Luke. “See?”

Julie crowds in behind Luke and coos over the picture on the top of the screen.

After giving Luke a moment to read, she plucks Willie's phone out of his hand. Julie walks around to Alex and Reggie showing it to them.

Reggie's jaw drops and a contemplative look crosses Alex's face.

"Willie has a point, you know," Alex says after a moment.

"How do you mean?"

"We could have a super cool, super fun pet. It's low maintenance enough that we could ask Carlos to feed it like once a week when we're away. We don't need to take it out for walks. Just... clean the tank every once in a while."

Luke groans, "Are you serious? Can we at least sleep on the idea of it before we start talking about it?"

Reggie grins, "So you're saying we can talk about it?"

Luke offers a resigned sigh, “Tomorrow.”

That earns Luke whooping cheers from everyone else. He can't help the small quirk of his lips at their excitement but quickly returns his face to its solemn expression before they can notice.

“Can we get back to rehearsal now?” he asks once the others have started to calm down.

“Sir! Yes, sir!” Reggie salutes. He’s met with an eye roll from Luke and laughter from the others but they quickly find their positions, picking back up where they’d left off before being derailed by the pet talk.

—

They’d agreed, some with more resistance than others, that this was for the best. Reggie and Julie didn’t need to know EVERYTHING and it was fine.

Except that when Willie got home with that week’s meal for Peony, he was surprised to find both Reggie and Julie hanging out with her.

Reggie notices Willie’s entrance and lights up. He eyes the package in Willie’s hands and nudges Julie. She turns and directs a smile Willie’s way.

“Whatchu got there?” she asks, pointing at the box.

“Uh, nothing?” They reply awkwardly as he tries to shield it from them.

“Uh huh, convincing,” Reggie says with a grin. He takes a few steps toward Willie, who moves backwards each time Reggie gets closer.

Julie looks between the guys and lets a mischievous grin take over her own face. “Is it something we can’t see?” she asks carefully.

“No?” Willie answers, cursing himself for apparently completely losing the ability to lie at some point in the last five minutes. He puts the box behind his back for good measure.

Julie joins Reggie’s mission to solve the mystery of the box. She swoops behind Willie to grab it from their hands.

Willie sighs in resignation as he watches her peel back the lid.

Julie squeals in excitement as she holds the box out to Reggie. “Look at it! It’s so cuuuute!”

Reggie joins her and lets out a squeal of his own.

They fawn over the mouse for a moment before turning to look up at Willie.

“How’d you convince Luke?” Julie asks.

“Uhhhhh, I didn’t?” he tries and Julie narrows her eyes at him but otherwise accepts their answer. Apparently she has better things to do than interrogate them. She returns her attention to the mouse.

Willie runs a hand down his face as he muffles a sigh. They know this is going to end poorly. He lets Reggie and Julie take their time cooing over the small animal while he tries to figure out how to get them back out of the house so he can feed Peony.

They send a quick text off to Alex and Luke who promptly respond with a plan. A few moments later, Reggie’s phone rings and he’s ushering Julie out of the house on whatever errand Luke had sent them on.

—

They somehow manage to make it a few more weeks without any questions from Reggie and Julie. The half-lie that Luke didn’t let the mice stay seemed to do most of the heavy lifting for them and casual deflection worked for the rest. Until it didn’t.

—

Julie and Reggie burst through the door with a very resistant Carlos in tow.

“I told you I don’t want to!” he exclaims as he struggles against them.

“Just come meet her!” Julie insists as she gives another tug of his wrist.

“She’s a sweetheart,” Reggie adds, “you’ll love her.”

“Just give her a chance!” Julie pleads. She turns her most powerful puppy dog eyes on Carlos. He rolls his eyes back at her. She sighs. Right, sibling immunity. She nudges Reggie who immediately takes the hint.

He widens his eyes with his most pathetic expression and it’s Carlos’ turn to sigh, “You can show her to me. But I’m staying back here.”

“Yes!” Julie cheers. She turns toward the room, confused by the sight she’s met with. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Willie says from their position in front of Peony’s enclosure. They’re flanked on either side by Alex and Luke, blocking the others from being able to see their pet snake.

Reggie gasps as panic overtakes him, “Is she… Is she okay?!”

“She’s fine,” Alex sighs.

“You weren’t supposed to be home yet,” Luke adds, directing a quick look over his shoulder.

“What’s… why are you blocking her?” Reggie asks. He walks toward them and the trio tighten up their formation.

Julie makes her way around Reggie and stands in front of the others. “Move, please,” she says, less of a question than it probably could be.

“No, I don’t think I will,” Alex replies casually, crossing his arms over his chest for good measure.

“I assure you, you do not want to see what’s behind us,” Willie adds, silently pleading with his eyes for her to drop it.

Luke directs his own puppy dog look her way and she rolls her eyes. “That doesn’t work on me, remember?”

Julie’s about to just push through them when Carlos speaks up from his spot by the door, “They don’t know how you feed it yet, do they?”

Everyone’s eyes widen at once and Carlos would laugh at the sight if he wasn’t halfway terrified. Julie and Reggie both round on him. Then look back at the guys. And then back at Carlos.

“Show me,” Julie insists, pushing between Luke and Willie. Her hand immediately covers her mouth in horror. Reggie’s at her side in an instant and his own jaw drops.

“You… I…” Reggie stammers. His eyes turn glassy.

Reggie turns to Julie and the tears in his eyes seemingly grant hers permission to fall.

“Oh, that poor little guy,” she cries feebly.

Alex, Luke, and Willie exchange concerned looks. Alex wraps Julie up into his arms while Luke does the same for Reggie. They hold the pair as they let out their cries of distress.

“I told you this would happen,” Willie huffs at them, though any annoyance in their voice is belied by the fond look on their face. They can’t really fault Alex and Luke for wanting to delay this moment for as long as possible.

Carlos coughs out a bitter laugh, “Why do you think I didn’t want to do this?”

Julie’s lip wobbles as she turns to him. She doesn’t leave Alex’s arms but he loosens them slightly so that she can move. “I… I just thought maybe you were just weirded out by snakes.”

Carlos rolls his eyes. “I told you I was never coming here again after you got it-”

“Her!” Reggie corrects forcefully through his own residual tears. He pushes himself away from Luke, wiping at his face.

Julie offers him her hand and he grabs it immediately.

Carlos corrects himself with another eyeroll, “Her. You thought I’d refuse to be here if I was just ‘weirded out’ by snakes?” Carlos accentuates the words with finger quotes.

“She’s harmless!” Julie cries.

“Well, mostly,” Reggie murmurs woefully. “If you’re not small and adorable.”

“I’m small and adorable!” Julie pouts.

Reggie squeezes her hand in silent comfort. “And squeaky,” he adds. “You’re not squeaky.”

Julie grins at that. “Not most of the time, anyway.”

“Anyway,” Carlos interjects from his position by the door. “I came, I saw, I’m leaving. You can find someone else to help with your weird pet. It won’t be me.”

The five of them watch him leave in stunned silence before Willie realizes that he’d probably not driven himself there. They run after him, stopping to grab the keys and slip on their shoes on the way.

Willie just manages to get his second shoe on when Carlos pops his head back in the door.

“Yes, I’ll drive you home,” Willie tells him preemptively.

“Thanks.” Carlos waves back at the others, “Bye! Good luck with…” he gestures toward Julie and Reggie, “that.”

He disappears out the door again and Willie follows him. “Try not to inflict any more trauma on them!” they call out as they shut the door.

“Is it… is she… done?” Julie asks with a small voice.

Luke hazards a look into Peony’s enclosure. “Well, as done as she can be for now,” he tells her.

“Do they have to be,” Reggie shudders and Luke wraps an arm around his shoulders, “alive?”

“We tried,” Alex explains slowly, “but unfortunately she’s a bit picky. We didn’t want you to have to see it.”

“So when Willie had that…” Julie trails off.

Luke turns to her with a sad look in his eyes, “Yeah, Peony snack.”

Julie takes a deep breath and leans her head back, holding back a fresh set of tears. She crawls into Alex’s sweater as best she can. He groans but doesn’t otherwise fight her. He even tries to give her some extra space. It’s an emergency situation and if anyone’s going to be granted the right to stretch it out, it’s Julie. He almost goes as far as offering to take it off for her but stops when she glares at him.

After another deep breath, Julie speaks up again, “Okay, Peony snack. I guess now we know.”

“And you can tell us when it’s time to feed her and we’ll just make sure we’re somewhere else,” Reggie adds. He shudders, “Anywhere else.”

“But now we have to figure out what to do if we can’t rely on Carlos,” Luke says. “She won’t last our full tour without food.”

“I’m sure there’s somebody who can help. And if not, I guess we’ll just have to hire someone,” Alex responds with a sigh. They don’t yet make enough money to spend on too much frivolity and none of them will be very excited to lose what little they do have to a pet sitter. Even if it’s only once a week.

“We have time,” Julie assures them. They still have a few months until their next tour kicks off.

“Guess Luke had a point,” Reggie pouts. He quickly raises a finger and sticks it in Luke’s face. “Not a word!”

Luke mimes zipping his mouth closed but can’t mask the beaming look on his face. It intensifies with Julie’s giggle.

“Who knew Carlos was scared of snakes?” she wonders aloud. Julie grins as she shakes her head in amusement, “You think you know a person.”

—

Luke sighs as he takes in their wall of tanks and enclosures, each housing a different pet that he’d somehow been talked into. “You say no to one dog,” he mutters under his breath. “How did this even happen?” he wonders aloud, slightly louder than before and Julie manages to hear him and laughs as she walks over to stand beside him.

“Peony loves her friends. And now she’s not lonely when we’re gone,” she tells him with a grin.

“She’s a freaking snake,” Luke mumbles. “How lonely can she get?”

Julie chuckles and pats him on the shoulder before handing him his guitar, “Well, think of it this way: now you have a built-in audience for rehearsals.”

Luke groans as he slips the guitar strap over his head, “Fine.”

“Could have just said yes to the dog!” Alex chimes in from his spot behind his drumkit and Luke glares at him. “But I do love Crush and Squirt, so thanks for that,” he grins at Luke and is met with another harsh glare.

“No more!” Luke insists as he settles in behind his microphone and nods his head toward Julie and Reggie to get themselves situated which they quickly do.

“Yes, Dad!” Reggie giggles as he nods toward Alex who counts them in.

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scarabia with a yoimiya-like gender neutral s/o!

a talented pyrotechnician filled with uncompromising childish innocence and fiery passion as they excels in their craft of creating fireworks that symbolize people's hopes and dreams.

: ̗̀➛ kalim al-asim

"ohayoooo kalim! ah, this is great! i feel so relaxed all over, i could almost float away. so anyways, what are we going to do today?"

if people didn't know that you aren't the prefect at all - they would've thought that you and kalim are related in someway because damn you just radiate sunshine energy ☀️

you are like two peas in a pods! if you feel very happy then kalim feels happy too, when kalim is feeling down you feel very sad

"sil told me that you were looking down earlier so i snuck out and brought you here!"

"is that a fire- woah it became so many goldfish fireworks!"

yeah you guys were caught by jamil when you almost put the whole garden on fire but hey that's worth a shot and kalim is smiling again

would absolutely fight because you guys love each other more war 🥺

"i love you kalim!"

"i love you more!"

"no i love you more."

it ends up with you hugging each other but you still love him more

despite having similar personality with kalim, you would still prevent him from doing any reckless decisions

after knowing that you are good with kids, kalim would bring you back to his hometown along with grim to meet his parents and siblings and they end up loving you too much that they didn't want you to go back home 😵‍💫

"(naaaaaaame) can't you stay with us and play?"

"henchmen quick lets escape!"

"noooooo! (name) is my partner don't take them away from me we are going back!"

"hahahaha... hey kids how about this, when i come back again we will play a lot okay?"

they eventually agreed after you give them some of your handmade keychain of your signature goldfish tattoo ueueu

every time nrc would hold school events, crowley would always ask you to be in charge of the fireworks team and of cource you agree to it which leads to kalim being very supportive and happy for you

"oh my gosh let's go (nicknaaaame)! do you want some snacks? are thirsty? hungry? or maybe tired do you want me to hug you to give you energy or a ki-"

"ok i have seen enough pda for today, let's go we are in charge of decorating our dorm. goodluck prefect."

definitely would watch the fireworks on the magic carpet with you and kalim in each others' arms watching your precious work go up and bring smiles and amazement to your friends

"i finally realize what fireworks symbolize for me."

"oh? what is it then?"

"it's a secret." this caused kalim to let out a long whine and hugging you closer making you laugh at his antics. deep inside, what really fireworks symbolize for you - is feeling the love and appreciation people shows while enjoying your passion and work.

: ̗̀➛ jamil viper

no words can say how much jamil is proud to be your boyfriend because you were just amazing in every aspect

without him knowing, the vice dorm leader find himself more at ease after boyfriend - even smiling more often

"ne ne jamil, if we've got nothing else to do, why don't i tell you a story?"

"hmm? sure thing, i just finished cooking lunch for the four of us later."

"sweet~! did you know that back in my wor-"

adores your stories, it never fails to put a smile on his face and it always got stuck in his mind that leads to kalim being surprised when jamil started chuckling after looking at some goldfish on display

even though he loves you so much, jamil couldn't help but feel strict whenever you forget to do your tasks especially when they are due an hour of tomorrow.

jamil 🥺💜: your alchemy assignment is due tomorrow did you do it already?

(nickname) 😎🌺: of course i did!

news flash, you did not do the assignment

and jamil heard from grim you did it an hour before your alchemy class but hey you got a perfect score!

he adores the way you would try to put on some of your hair clips on his usual braids

don't tell him but your contact number on his phone is the one where he is smiling while holding your festival pouch

whenever you two got alone time, you would either be dancing with jamil in a slow dance or have him teach you street dancing

"is it like this?"

"which on= wait no you are about to fall!" by the time you realize it, jamil saved your fall by catching you with a relieved sigh.

"um hehe? nice catch?"

much to his surprise, you brought back a parrot with you when you texted him that you have something important to say

"why do you have a parrot."

"ok its a funny story but hear me out."

it turns out the important thing was saving the parrot from a certain hunter and you decided to bring it back with you since the parrot reminds you of jamil and it became your child, it was very spoiled making grim let out complains

overall? the viper is so glad to have a very understanding and amazing partner like you and he couldn't wait for you to meet his sister.

"i feel like you an najima would get along great."

"ooooh! maybe i will ask her about your childhood pict-"

"no."

sometimes i just want to cry because i almost finish this like three hours ago but then the page reloaded by itself and i didn't get to save 😭 i hope you guys enjoyed ~

#twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland #twst scenarios #twst imagines #jamil viper #kalim al asim #jamil viper x reader #kalim al asim x reader #faeryarchives #scarabia #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twst x reader

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oh you write for harry potter :^00 i feel it would be cute Ron having a crush on a slytherin, something like rivals to lovers omg, ((they spend their time teasing each other but nothing serious, even they enjoy it but none admit)) Ron tries to ask her out yule ball but he's so clumsy!! and all his attempts end with him saying some dumb comment (in the end she rudely asks him out and they end up confessing that same night lmao this is so cliché but I love your writing) srry if my english is bad! < 3

oh goodness gracious I haven't written for HP in so long?? this might have come out a little OOC but we doin' our best over here at Undiscovered Horizon🌺

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

"A boost over the heaven's gate" - Ron Weasly x Slytherin!Reader

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1k (short & sweet)

[TW: explicit language]

You didn't really know how your love-hate relationship with Ron started. Maybe that one time you called him "goldfish brain" in potions for forgetting the instructions immediately? Or when he said you look like the cartoon owl from the cereal box? In any event, the unclear relationship you had with Ron Weasly carried on through the years. During holidays, you even found yourself missing that bickering. But that notion was ridiculous - the red-haired Gryffindor was nothing beyond an annoyance, a daily obstacle.

Speaking of annoyances, the winter was right around the corner and as befits those cold months of darkness and snow - there must be a Yule celebration. Theoretically, it should be festivities meant to bring back the light and warmth but traditions were a fickle thing and the once sacred celebrations were now more of a midterm party or a Christmas ball.

The most important part of any school dance was not the outfit (although it wasn't exactly unimportant either) or the makeup - it was who you show up with. Well, to be exact, the important part was being invited by someone. Kids who come on their own are treated akin to pariahs and no one wants to be an outcast, right? Being asked to the school ball was a sign of a certain much-desired status: popularity, beauty, likeability.

The Yule Ball was happening next week and you were still partner-less. Whether it was because the other kids thought you'd for sure have someone by now or none of them wanted to show up with you, it didn't quite matter as much as the current state of affairs: no one asked to the school dance. And with time running out, you were growing all the more certain you were going to be this year's outcast. It went without saying that you'd rather not go at all - it would be really humiliating.

Your thoughts of disaster and social degradation were interrupted by someone yelling out your name. Turning around to find the disturber of your day, you noticed a head full of red hair on the horizon - as if the world wasn't trying your patience enough on that one winter day.

"Weasly," you greeted him without an ounce of warmth. He chose the worst moment possible to cultivate his tradition of annoying you.

"Are you going with someone to the Yule Ball?" he asked. Ron was panting and you could only imagine he'd run half of the school grounds just to catch you and ask you that one little question. Truthfully, it sounded improbable but there weren't many other explanations left.

"What's that to you, goldfish?"

If Ron Weasly learned that you hadn't been asked to the dance yet, he's going to have very severe firepower at least until the end of the year.

"No reason, just asking," he answered quickly. "Because if no one's asked you yet, which is probably why you're so snarky lately, then-"

"The hell do you mean 'probably'? Do you honestly think that you're the only person in this entire school that knows about my existence?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just-"

"Either come to the Yule ball with me or fuck off, Ron."

For a moment he looked at you with a completely blank, dumbfounded expression. His eyes, opened wide now, remained vacant as he stared at your face. It was clear that your pragmatic cut to the chase wasn't exactly what he expected.

Seeing as he wasn't going to say anything else, you were about to turn around and march away to continue the most frustrating day of your life, when Ron remembered human speech once again:

"Wait, I-"

"What?" you spat out at him. If you weren't angry, you would have been crying at the fairly obvious implication that no one wanted to go the dance with you. The hypothetical jealousy of your friends, who had already declared that they were attending with some pretty fantastic people, was already gnawing at your sulking heart. it felt like you were the only person in the entire school who'd have to go on their own.

Weirdly enough, Ron wasn't ready to answer with a mean remark. He looked, frankly, terrified. His skin was pasty white as if that ginger boy could get even paler. Ron opened and closed his mouth a few times like he had something important to say but decided to abort the mission right when those fateful words were going to leave his mouth.

"Blimey, I can't," he whispered to himself. Ron let out a sigh and looked you straight in the eye. His expression remained as terrified as it was before but now there was something else; something stern about the way he looked at you. Determination perhaps? "It's incredibly annoying when you call me 'goldfish' or 'goldfish brain' but it's you so I like it. Because I like you. And I want you to go to the Yule Ball with me."

In an exciting turn of events, you were the one rendered speechless after his unforeseen confession. Although, was it really that surprising? In that short moment that felt like ages, you recalled all the nudges and snarky comments you exchanged with Ron every day and only then did you realize the warm feeling in your face and chest erupting each time you saw him wasn't annoyance - not entirely.

"Yeah, I'll go to the Yule Ball with you," you answered in a careless voice. Maybe this little bit of suave attitude could save the scraps of your pride you had torn up just a few minutes ago. "I'm wearing dark green, so keep that in mind. Couples should match."

Not knowing what to do, you gave him a smile and run off in the direction of your next class, leaving dumbfounded Ron in the middle of a busy corridor. It was going to take him a moment to realize that you, actually, gave him an enthusiastic 'yes'.

Who would have thought? An owl and a goldfish...

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