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theawkwardsiren · 3 months

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cooking together - Veneer x F!Reader (fluff)

summary - Veneer is bored on a day off, hungry, and really wants to cook with you. all in that order

warnings - none

a/n - he is on my mind 24/7, i needed to get something out for him

"Ughhhh, I'm so boreddd!" Veneer whined as you relaxed with him in his room, draping himself across your lap. "Let's go get something to eat! All this boredom is making me hungry."

It was a rare day off for him and Velvet, who had taken the opportunity to hightail it out of the mansion and leave you lovebirds alone. But while you were trying to read, Veneer was struggling to occupy himself - as usual.

"I have an idea," you slowly set down your book. "Why don't we go cook food instead? That'll cure your hunger and your boredom."

He sat up and raised an eyebrow at you, "Babe, have you seen me cook? Vel's already banned me from the kitchen, because it burned down twice...coincidentally when I tried to make food."

You laughed at that, shaking your head in dismay, "Well then maybe it's a good time for me to teach you how."

"Ooooh, you will?" He beamed, getting excited.

You smiled softly and nodded, feeling a little bad for him. His parents never gave him much attention, and Velvet was purely neglectful, so he'd never had the opportunity to have someone take the time to spend teaching him something.

"Of course, baby."

He eagerly got off his bed and grabbed your hand, practically dragging you off the bed and downstairs to the kitchen. It was massive, and a little daunting, but you'd been over so many times already you knew what went where and did what.

"So what do you feel for, Ven?" You smiled at the boy.

"No, no, no," he came over to you. "You're always making what I want. Teach me how to make what you're feeling for."

"But don't you want to learn your favourite so you can make it any time?" You giggled.

"Noooo," he pouted cutely, "I like it when you make it for me. And this way I can make what you like whenever you feel for it!" He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your cheek. "I want to do it for you so you don't have to do it yourself."

Your heart melted, and you swore you could have teared up just by hearing that, "That means the world to me baby." You kissed his slightly pink cheeks. "Okay I'll teach you what I like."

He beamed and clapped his hands excitedly, childlike wonder filling his gorgeous sapphire eyes as he watched you pull out various ingredients. He watched you glide around the kitchen, body moving instinctively cause you knew this house so well.

When you started making the food, he stuck to your side and gave you every ounce of his attention, his ears only listening to your voice. He was extremely good at listening, and even better at memorising, so when you asked him to repeat the recipe to you he knew it perfectly.

"Okay, now try actually making it," you prompted after you'd finished demonstrating. "I'll leave this in the fridge for later, I want to eat yours."

The blush that crawled across his cute cheeks made the comment even more worth it, and Veneer felt pride swell in his chest. Even if he hadn't made it yet, you were so excited to try his version regardless and it made him feel so warm inside.

He wasn't very bad at it, actually. When he did start making it, you were pleased to see he had been watching you so well that he knew exactly what to do, how much of each ingredient to put, and how to cook it. By the time he was done, your mouth was watering because it smelled even better than yours, and looked it as well.

"And you said you don't know how to cook," you laughed, taking the plate he shyly offered you. "It smells heavenly, babe."

His blush darkened, and he sat down next to you and watched in anticipation as you took your first bite. Your eyes went wide immediately, and you stared at your boyfriend in awe.

"Okay, you are definitely making this for me from now on."

"You really like it?" He beamed, puffing out his chest now with how proud and satisfied he was with himself.

"I love it," you leaned over and kissed his cheek. "It's perfect, Ven. Just like you are." That made him shy and flustered, which you were always happy to do. "I mean it."

"I know," he smiled softly, "But in all honesty, I just had a really great teacher." He smiled even more and you practically melted.

"Awww, Ven-"

"Now let's try baking!"

Baking did not go so well.

Not because he couldn't do it, or because he wasn't as good at it as cooking, but because the both of you got distracted way too easily.

"Babe! You can't eat all of it!"

Veneer laughed like a kid getting candy as he raced around the kitchen with the baking bowl tucked in his arms. You weren't far behind him, laughing as well and trying to stop him.

"You'll get sick if you eat too much batter!"

"Then you can take care of me!" He suggested cheerily, scooping more batter onto his finger and plopping it into his mouth. "Mmm..."

"Ven!"

"Okay fine, you want it back babe?" He smirked deviously, stopping and turning around to face you. His eyes glinted mischievously, and you stopped as well, getting worried.

"Ven, baby," you laughed nervously, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," he smiled innocently, before coming up to you and handing you the bowl.

The empty bowl.

"Veneer!" You gasped. "You ate all of it?!"

"Fast metabolism, baby, I won't even feel it."

Your jaw dropped as you looked between him and the bowl, worried about his health now but also about how fast he could ingest a bowl of batter.

"That was fun! Let's make more!"

Your second attempt did not go very well either.

"Hey! Stop, I'm trying to concentrate!"

Your bubbly laughter was all that Veneer needed to hear to know that you weren't really mad at him for poking your face with his flower-covered finger. He smiled as you responded like that, doing it again.

"Babe!" You giggled, before turning and flicking some flour onto him. "Go watch the cupcakes while I finish these brownies."

"But I wanna watch youuuu," he pouted, before rubbing your face with his hands - which were still powdered by the flour. You gasped and backed up, knocking the cup of cocoa powder you were about to use off the table.

It landed with a loud clang, due to being in a metal measuring cup, and for a moment there was just stunned silence. Then...

"Oh, that's it!"

You bent down to scoop some of the now-ruined cocoa powder (their floor is super clean but regardless, you were both just walking on it) into your hands, before standing back up and tossing it at him.

He blinked as it covered his face, before returning your devious smirk and doing the same. Pretty soon the brownies were forgotten, and it was now a full-on cocoa powder war. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of your giggles, and you were so busy having fun that neither of you heard Velvet return home until she got to the kitchen,

Seeing you two and the kitchen covered in cocoa powder.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?!"

#veneer #trolls veneer #veneer x fem!reader #veneer x reader #veneer x you #trolls 3

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lemonlover1110 · 2 years

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𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭

[Chapter 3] Home for Dinner

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader x Suguru Getou

For the first time in what feels like an eternity, your husband tells you that he’ll be home tonight for dinner. So you take this opportunity to make the best meal possible for Suguru, so that maybe he’ll decide to be home for often. So that his wife can get the attention she deserves. Although Suguru doesn’t really care for that anymore.

Dinner is ready early, so while you wait, you go upstairs to get yourself ready. Hopefully you’ll get some action tonight after weeks of only using your fingers. It’s in your best interest to look your best for him. Eat a quick dinner– Or, have sex with him before dinner and then after dinner. When the idea pops into your mind, you decide to slip out of your clothes and put on his favorite lingerie set. You put on heels that match, some jewelry and spray some perfume before throwing your silk robe on top.

You walk out of the room with a smile on your face, ready to wait for your husband. You walk down the stairs and go to the living room to take a seat, waiting excitedly for your husband to get home. It feels like time ticks slower while you wait for him. Your excitement is too much, which is probably why. You’re practically kicking your feet as you wait for him, so excited to spend some time with him.

Your ears perk up when you hear the sound of the front door opening, and you rise from your seat. You loosen the robe a bit so your husband can catch a hint. Suguru is great at picking up clues but you want to make it painfully obvious. Your heart drops and your face quickly warms up when your husband isn’t the first person you see.

“Honey– I forgot to tell you about Satoru joining us tonight.” You hear your husband and you look at him with wide-eyes. You can’t move your feet, you don’t understand why you’re suddenly planted to the ground.

“Yeah… You should’ve tried to at least warn me.” You respond, completely embarrassed. You turn around and begin to walk away, while Suguru looks at his friend.

“Sorry about that. I forgot to inform her about you joining us.” Suguru chuckles, a bit flustered. He can’t exactly be mad at you because he’s the one that forgot to tell you. You were just trying to be a sweet wife.

“Oh trust me, I don’t mind.” Satoru replies, chuckling as well. “Nothing I’ve never seen before.”

“Right…” Suguru awkwardly says. Suguru walks to the living room and takes a seat, and Satoru follows behind. Satoru takes a little longer, trying to see if he can get a look upstairs to find you in your little pink robe. He tilts to the side but he doesn’t see anything. Satoru ends up taking a seat across from Suguru.

“Sorry man, didn’t mean to interrupt your night.” Satoru begins to apologize, scratching the back of his neck. Suguru really can’t say anything. He’s not going to admit to his friend that he’s too tired to actually do anything with you. Especially to Satoru of all people.

“It’s fine, we’ll just start it when you leave.” Suguru lies. Satoru is about to stand up and leave because he doesn’t want to hold back his friend’s night. But he remains seated when he hears your footsteps. You appear again, this time wearing a white sundress.

“Satoru, I made some zaru soba with some tempura shrimp. I hope you like that. If I had received a prior warning, I would’ve made something you’d like.” You share before sitting down next to Suguru. You peck his lips before turning your attention to Satoru.

“Didn’t know you were a cook.” Satoru comments. You almost roll your eyes but you manage to contain yourself. Every time you’re together he’s always making snarky comments and you can’t stand it.

“Yeah. When you spend so much time alone at home, you pick up a life skill or two.” You respond. Satoru smirks,

“How about you get a job? It’ll certainly kill your boredom.”

“Alright, you two. I don’t know about you, but I know I’m hungry.” Suguru cuts you two off before the bickering continues on. Suguru came home to be at peace, not to hear his wife and best friend argue. Suguru stands up, and you glare at Satoru before standing up as well. You only like Satoru when you’re flirting or fucking, any other time you can’t stand him. Suguru begins to walk to the kitchen, saying, “I assume you dismissed the staff. Hopefully. I don’t want you walking around with practically nothing around others.”

“Yeah. I dismissed them when you told me you were coming home for dinner.” You inform him.

“Go sit down, honey. I’ll serve you.” Suguru says. You smile at him before walking to the dining room to take a seat. You take a seat, and immediately Satoru takes a seat across from you. You roll your eyes when he does, and he notices.

“I like your nails.” Satoru comments when he catches a glimpse of your nails when you fix a strand of hair that’s in your face. It’s nothing special, just French tips. You always get French tips. “Last time I saw you the tips were brown.”

“Brown?” You question. Last time you saw Satoru was a month ago. You get your nails done weekly. You’re taken a bit back when you remember, as well when you realize that he did recognize you, he just didn’t say anything. He also flirted with you, knowing who you were. “Really? That’s nice. Since when do you care so much about nails?”

“Does it bother you that I notice little details? Does Suguru not notice little details?” Satoru questions. You’re about to tell him off but Suguru walks into sight, so you decide to bite your tongue.

Dinner will be awkward. That you know when Satoru smirks at you, something that your husband doesn’t seem to notice. Satoru has a secret that can cause big problems in your marriage, although Satoru can get himself in trouble as well so you know he won’t talk.

Two hours after Satoru leaves, you wait for your husband upstairs. Although he was home early, he still had work to do. So he’s in his home office while you lay on your bed. Once again, you just wear your robe, but now you wear absolutely nothing underneath.

You’re about to fall asleep, not because you’re tired but because you’re bored. You feel yourself drifting unintentionally into slumber, which is ironic because when you’re actually trying to fall asleep, you can’t. You’re wide awake when the bedroom’s door opens.

“Honey…” A yawn escapes your lips as you sit up on the bed. He walks over to you and presses a kiss on the top of your forehead. “Are you finally coming to bed?”

“I still have something to finish up. Go to bed honey. I’ll be here in the morning.” He tells you. You don’t feel like arguing with him. You’re wide awake though. He gets what he needs from the bedroom before walking out, and you find yourself alone once again.

You try to fall asleep, but you can’t. This time you can’t, now that you have no hopes of your husband coming to the bedroom. You lay on your side and shut your eyes. Maybe you’re not tired but you have nothing else to do.

You hear this annoying ringing, and you grab your phone to check who it is. You grab it, rolling your eyes before picking up the phone and bringing the phone up to your ear, “What happened? Couldn’t reach Suguru?”

“Yep. That’s exactly why I’m calling.” Satoru’s voice doesn’t exactly help you fall asleep. You shouldn’t have picked up the phone, but it’s definitely too late for that now.

“I’m not going to his office. Solve it yourself.” You’re about to hang up the phone.

“Office? You can’t be serious? He’s working?” Satoru questions and you hum in response, although so many questions pop up in your brain.

“Yes. Why did you call if you didn’t think he was working?” You click your tongue, knowing exactly that Satoru was trying to ruin your night. Joke’s on him though because your night was already ruined.

“Hmmm… are you in bed right now?” Satoru avoids the question you asked and asks a question of his own. You bite your bottom lip before humming in response.

“Yeah…”

“Are you still wearing that cute little lingerie that you were wearing earlier?”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit inappropriate to ask?” You respond, not wanting to indulge into whatever he’s doing. Satoru is trying to give you the attention you lack, but you know better.

“I’m trying to give you some of the action that Suguru isn’t giving you. Trying to help him out so you don’t look for it elsewhere.” Satoru says and you smile. “Just making sure that you get it from a trusted friend and not a complete stranger.”

“You’re so sweet, Satoru.” Your voice is sarcastic. He laughs at your voice. “Why are you actually doing this?”

“Is it that hard to believe that I’m trying to be a helpful friend?” Satoru responds. What a friend he is. “Well since you don’t want my help, I’ll give my services elsewhere.”

“Thank you for being such a helpful friend.” You say, the sarcastic tone remains in your voice. You’re about to hang up the phone but before you do, you get a mischievous idea. “By the way, Satoru… I’m not wearing the lingerie anymore. Just my robe and nothing else.”

You hang up with a satisfied smirk on your face.

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claymoresword · 2 years

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You Get Me So High | Maddy Perez x Rue Bennett

Summary: Rue and Maddy are going on a double date but while alone in the car, they get carried away. 18+

Pairing: Rue x Maddy

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warnings: porn basically no plot, top!rue, pda

Note: i saw that pic of zendaya for the first time today and lost my mind a little.. just got me thinking abt how maddy would react seeing rue wear something like that lol needless to say i got carried away but ur gonna benefit from that! enjoy!

ps: its canon to me whenever maddy and rue are together they act like they're the only two people on earth.. cute but totally inconsiderate to everyone around them

apologies for the sheer amount of typos

"For fuck sake." Rue sighs.

She's been searching for something to binge on Netflix but nothing is peaking her interest. Rue stares at her laptop for a few more seconds until she decides to give up.

She picks up her phone and decides to text Maddy instead. The raven haired latina always seemed to have some new gossip to share with her, maybe tonight will be the same.

It's almost as if Maddy could telepathically hear Rue's cry for help because before she's managed to type anything, her phone lights up with a text.

Mads

picking u up in 5 mins.

Rue's eyebrows furrow in confusion.

Rue

what

where we going ?

Mads

kat invited us bowling w her and ethan

u wanna spend time with me don't u

Rue

ofc i do

but i wish you'd tell me earlier i need to mentally prepare for stuff like this

Mads

what does that even mean

im outside btw

Rue glances at her outfit. She's only wearing grey sweatpants and a t shirt. She's basically dressed for bed.

Rue ponders for a second. Maybe she should go put on something else.

Maddy doesnt allow her girlfriend to ruminate on the thought a second longer, she aggressively sounds the car horn.

The older girl is notoriously impatient, Rue will not risk getting on her bad side tonight.

Without missing a beat Rue quickly grabs her phone and wallet, climbing out her bedroom window to meet Maddy in the car.

Rue climbs in the vehicle and greets Maddy with a peck on the lips.

The shorter girl taking the opportunity to deepen the kiss for a few moments, settling her hand on the back of Rue's neck.

"Hey" Rue breathes out against Maddy's lips, as a smile forms on her own.

"Hi" The older girl responds, reciprocating the smile.

Rue leans back and reaches over to put on her seat belt.

"You're literally an angel sent to save me from existential boredom." Rue quips.

Maddy rolls her eyes in response but a smile forms on her lips.

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They pull up to the bowling arena and Maddy takes one final look at herself in the car mirror, running her hands through her hair, making sure she looks presentable.

As Maddy was focused on herself Rue unwarily grabs the bottom of her t shirt lifting it to wipe her mouth. Exposing her toned stomach.

It was only then when Maddy took notice of what Rue was wearing.

She had on an oversized t shirt with grey sweatpants that hung just below her waist, her boxers showing a little.

Maddy feels something stir in the pit of her stomach. She can't really explain why she finds it so attractive. She's heard people talk about how hot sweatpants were on men but she always found it was overrated.

Seeing it on Rue however, it makes sense.

It's as if they were invented specifically for her.

Her girlfriend's ability to look good without really trying has always been something Maddy admired.

Rue goes to pull up her pants slightly still unware of her girlfriend gawking at her.

Maddy then focuses her eyes on Rue's hands, she notices her prominent veins and long fingers.

Her talented fingers.

The taller girl's hands were noticeably large compared to Maddy's smaller more delicate ones.

Rue always knows what to do with her hands.

Maddy finds herself picturing Rue's hands all over her body, grabbing her thighs, her chest, her ass.

Maddy's train of thought gets interrupted when Rue clears her throat. Now finally aware of her girlfriends fixed gaze on her.

"Can i help you with something?" Rue asks humor evident in her tone.

"Hm?" Maddy responds meeting her girlfriend's gaze an innocuous look on her face.

"You're eyeing me like a piece of meat." Rue states.

A smirk forms across Maddy's face but doesn't say anything in response, only leaning in to pull the taller girl in for a deep kiss.

Rue kisses Maddy back just as hard, she leans forward slightly her hand moving to rub the older girl's exposed thigh.

Another rush of arousal goes through Maddy's body this time settling right at her core.

She pushes Rue backwards the younger girl now back in her own seat.

Maddy quickly unbuckles her seatbelt moving her legs up, straddling Rue, her legs settling on either side of the taller girl's hips.

Maddy tugs at the hem of Rue's sweatpants as she places a wet kiss on her neck. She then runs her tongue along the base of her ear before moving down again settling on her pulse point. Rue's breathing quickens, urging the smaller girl to bite down on her neck. That earned a louder more desperate noise from the younger girl.

"Baby, we're in a parking lot." Rue whispers, referring to the amount people going in and out of their cars in the busy area.

"I don't care." Maddy responds, kissing her girlfriend again before grabbing Rue's hand, placing it on her own ass.

Rue gives Maddy's ass a firm squeeze before slowly finding her way back to her thigh.

She lifts up Maddy's skirt slightly, exposing her girlfriend's underwear and giving herself more access.

Rue's is once again rubbing at her girlfriend's thigh but moving no further.

Maddy grows more impatient as she squirms in her girlfriend's lap. Eventually seeking more friction for her now throbbing core, Maddy starts grinding against the taller girl's lap, her hand getting lost in Rue's hair giving it a firm tug.

Rue moves her hand up and kneads Maddy's breast over her top.

The smaller girl's breathing now heavy as a moan spills out of her directly into Rue's mouth, hips still moving against her lap.

"Fuck me." Maddy breathes out, her voice trembling.

Rue moves her hand now placing the palm of her hand directly onto her girlfriend's center rubbing circles over the fabric of her underwear.

Maddy moves her hips following the motion, grinding against Rue's hand.

The younger girl finds the zipper on Maddy's jacket and unzips it with one hand exposing her bare chest. Rue's mouth quickly takes Maddy's nipples into her mouth. Licking it in circles matching the momentum of her other hand on Maddy's pussy.

Maddy whines, growing more desperate.

She hastily grabs Rue's hand dipping it into her underwear, signaling for Rue to put her fingers inside her.

The younger girl dips two fingers into her girlfriend's entrance feeling just how wet the older girl was. Her fingers slide into her with ease and she starts pumping, quick and deep, feeling Maddy's walls contract against her.

Maddy starts moving her hips again, this time bouncing up and down on Rue's fingers assisting with her own pleasure.

Rue feels Maddy's arousal drip onto her hand and down the shorter girl's thigh. Her own breathing now growing more ragged as she watches her girlfriend move against her fingers.

Rue thought Maddy always looked beautiful but she was truly most breathtaking when she's on top of her like this, eager and wanting for release.

Maddy's moans now growing louder and more obscene.

People walking past definitely heard them but Rue didn't care anymore, she actually found immense pleasure in it.

"Fuck- Rue" Maddy chokes out. Hearing her girlfriend say her name with such need sent a jolt throughout Rue's body.

She starts pumping into the older girl deeper and harder.

Like a reflex, Maddy's hand moves to Rue's throat wrapping her fingers around and holding her firmly in place.

She was about to cum, Rue could tell based on Maddy's grip on her neck accompanied with the expression her face and the feeling of her walls tightening against her fingers.

Just as Maddy was reaching her climax, Rue leans forward and bites down on Maddy's neck, hard.

The older girl screams out, and Rue brings her hand over her mouth muffling the deafening sounds of pleasure spilling out of her girlfriend.

Maddy's eyes roll to the back of her head and her whole body is now trembling, as the intense orgasm rips through her.

Rue watches her girlfriend in awe.

She pulls her fingers out of her and Maddy whines at the loss.

Eyes hooded, she watches as Rue licks her fingers clean.

Maddy crashes their lips, rubbing her tongue against Rue's, tasting herself.

"You're so fucking amazing." Maddy says breathless, once their lips disconnected.

Rue pulls her girlfriend in for another kiss without saying a word merely smiling into it, and then moving to place a quick kiss on Maddy's forehead.

Maddy leans her head against Rue's chest, letting herself rest on her lap, trying to regain her strength.

Rue takes the opportunity to rub Maddy's back soothingly giving her the time she needs to recover.

Their moment of bliss was finally interrupted when they hear knocks on the window.

It was Kat.

"What the hell? I've been texting you. This is what you've been doing?" Kat huffs, evidently annoyed.

Maddy lifts her head and meets Rue's gaze both of them stiffling a laugh.

#euphoria #euphoria fic #maddy perez #maddy perez smut #maddy perez x reader #rue bennett #rue bennett smut #rue bennett x reader #maddy perez x rue bennett #maddy x rue

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starstruck-flames · 1 year

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Our routine - Mr Compress

A consideration for what would be deemed “an enemy” could be considered weakness really, but for Atsuhiro? He’d consider it flirting.

Many many drabbles I have tucked away in discord DMs, it’s fun to share

Content includes: Reader is marbled, Y/N vigilante, implied kidnapping but it’s fine as it’s for a noble cause (probably), established enemies to friends (and maybe lovers)

Song for your mood?

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“Ah, my dear, I was wondering where you were with all this madness going on.” He coos, twirling his cane out of simple boredom.

“Here I was thinking I may never see you again~”

“Oh you should know by now we’ll always end up sparring a bit whenever these things happen.”

“I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

With that, your favourite magician lunges for you once again. You step to dodge but he’d become far too used to your tricks, grabbing your wrist and pulling him closer to him. Compress stiffens slightly but soon relaxes, taking your chin.

“Tell me something, that’s all.” He hums, maybe he was looking in your eyes, maybe he wasn’t. You can’t tell with this mask either way. “I can’t spend all my time fighting your lovely self~”

“What is it?”

“You’ve had every opportunity to kill me. You’re no hero, I know that but as a vigilante you have every opportunity to get rid of me. Why?”

You pause, looking away for just a moment, presenting him with a sheepish smile.

“I can’t say I disagree with what the league is trying to do. Hero society is awful but... I... I just can’t bring myself to kill anyone. So, I’d be a pretty terrible villain.”

A small pause between the two of you, before you laugh a little.

“I’d be a pretty terrible hero too, huh?”

“Oh.” Compress pulls his mask off, slowly, his eyes coming to you first in a soft smile. “On the contrary. More heroes need to be like you, sweet but pack a punch.”

“I-...”

He holds your marble up, humming with amusement at your form inside the tiny marble as he tucks you away in the folds of his hat.

“I can’t allow you to get caught in this crossfire, not this time.”

If anyone were to stare into your marble, they could swear you were smiling softly.

#atsuhiro sako x reader #mr compress #mr compress x reader #reader is a vigilante!#Reader is a fucking softy too #Spotify

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fictionadventurer · 2 years

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Henry Crawford is rich and he is bored. He’s always been secure in money without ever having to work for it. He has nothing to do and he craves stimulation. Mary talks over and over about how Henry always has to be doing something. On a good day, this takes the form of making improvements to his estate. But on most days, he just finds the nearest female and makes her fall in love with him to gratify his vanity. If he’d been a second son, he might have been saved. If he hadn’t been born at the top of the social hierarchy, he’d have had to work to gain money, a career, and a societal position, and we all know how much Henry loves a challenge. He could have been brilliant as a lawyer or a soldier or a sailor. He would have had something to do and would have developed at least some kind of work ethic (with related virtues) along the way. But he didn’t, so his boredom drove him to desperate--and ultimately tragic--ends.

Fanny Price is poor and she is content. She’s barely had anything to call her own, and what she does have, she values to an intense degree. She likes quiet. She likes rest. She likes isolation and time for reflection. Nature is a source of never-ending enjoyment for her because she gets joy in just watching and appreciating. She is never bored, because the tiniest tasks can keep her busy, the tiniest things can bring her joy.

Henry appreciated Fanny first and foremost because she was a challenge. She didn’t fall at his feet like other girls, so he had to work to get to know her and figure out how to appeal to her. It took time--which Henry is always trying to fill--and effort--which he has few opportunities to engage in. Along the way, he figured out that Fanny had a lot of qualities worth valuing. But even during his proposal process, Austen makes sure to mention that Fanny’s refusal increases his value to her. Having to make her love him increases the level of challenge--giving him something to strive for, something to achieve, a sense of accomplishment that will gratify his vanity. Unfortunately, Fanny’s not the only thing that can provide that level of challenge. As soon as another challenge comes his way--making Maria fall in love with him--his eternally bored heart can’t resist taking it up. His supposed devotion to Fanny was just him not having anything else to occupy his time. As soon as another distraction comes, he takes it up eagerly.

If Fanny had given in and married him, the challenge would have been over, and then what would Henry have done? Fanny would have wanted a quiet life in the country. Henry would have been bored to death. He’d probably spend a lot of time improving whatever house he bought, but one can only improve so much. He could arrange little projects to make Fanny happy, but it takes so little to make her happy that there’d be no challenge. He’d probably want a house in London, but Fanny would be miserable every moment she spent there, and every single female Henry ever came across could potentially provide a new challenge to tempt his bored mind.

Austen can tell me that Henry truly loved Fanny, but I’m inclined to believe Mary’s vision of their future--Fanny marrying Henry, and Henry engaging in flirtation with Mrs. Rushworth when they meet once a year. Henry can never be content with what he has, and Fanny would never provide enough stimulation for him. It’s a good thing Fanny never gave in, because the moment she did, she’d have lost all her value as a challenge to him.

#mansfield park #jane austen #fanny price #henry crawford

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min-hikari · 1 year

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BLACK PANTHER 🐈‍⬛

all mine

you and shuri get into a small argument resulting to you walking away and avoiding eachother out if literal pettiness. until; shuri notices a guy hitting on you.

all up in your mind

you think shuri doesn't notice you.

are you avoiding me?

You have been ignoring Shuri ever since your accidental confession, but she won't let you until she tells you hers.

the attractive things shuri udaku does

back in your arms

back to black

After vowing to never step foot in Wakanda again, unforeseen circumstances bring you back and face to face with everything (and everyone) you left.

part 1

part 2

ball drop kiss

maybe spending some extra time at the lab for new year’s is a good thing after all if it means getting an invitation to spend some time with princess shuri.

being a guardian and returning to wakanda after hearing of T'Challa's death

being an avenger who’s close to shuri and getting hurt on a mission

being shuri’s ex and almost dying

being the daughter of erik killmonger and shuri running into you when her and okoye find riri

best girlfriend

busted

can’t help it if you’re bored

come back to me

come to me

confession

dumbass question

out of boredom you ask Shuri what she considers to be quite an idiotic question.

follow my lead

Shuri was invited to a party at the Avenegrs compound to thank her for her help. But, things go downhill after a drive-by shooting. Despite your girlfriend trying to protect you, you still get hurt.

friends, huh?

getting caught making out with shuri in the lab

the great war

part 1

part 2

part 3

heat me up

After Shuri becomes the queen, she needs some love from her lover and you need heat from her.

hold me by the heart

When Shuri is at her absolute worst, you were always right there to hold her and comfort her.

hotel room

how jealous shuri can be

Shuri reacts to another woman hitting on you

i almost killed him

you followed Shuri into her battle with Namor refusing to leave her side when you see she's losing you jump in head first. Talk about in the name of love. Dumbass.

i love you 3000

i ruined it

i’ll always find you

When your girlfriend is sent on a mission that turns out to be a set up, her enemies take the opportunity to abduct you for your talents.

i will do anything for you, my love

is that what you think

Shuri spending a lot of time on her technology instead of the reader and the reader questions her love, THEN IT BECOMES FLUFF

jealousy

late night apologies

Her lab. The only thing shuri has been glued to the past month. You'd know, you worked for her. Maybe you developed feelings for her just a little bit, either way you always made a mental note to push them down. But no matter how deep you've thought you buried them, they've always resurfaced. Now, as mentioned earlier, Shuri has been glued to her lab. Maybe it was the smell of fresh metal being dropped off briefly, or the smell of eucalyptus that floated around the atmosphere in a desperate attempt to lighten the mood just by a little. If it was, it never worked. Everyone could feel the tension in the air, especially when you tried to reason with the queen.

migraines

more than an assistant

shuri’s assistant has to take leave from work, so she has a new assistant to take her place in the meantime. after working together for awhile, y/n’s heart grows fonder for the princess. with the return of the previous assistant, her time by the princess’s side has come to an end. shuri realizes something she wish she did much earlier.

my princess, my forever

out of time

overprotective shuri where you get kidnapped by namor

t’challa in a relationship

#black panther #shuri

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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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What’s One Month?

Pairings: Dieter Bravo x F!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, PinV sex, oral (both receiving), angst, mutual pining, hidden feelings, mentions of drugs and drug abuse, divorce, fluff.

Summary: Dieter needs some time away from Hollywood, and the drugs, and the ex- wife. So his PR team have sent him to a remote cottage in Ireland to take a breather. You are a journalist and your boss has sent you on a wild goose chase. What happens when your both booked into the same cottage with the r man who broke your heart?

A/N: ok I’m crap with summaries but I was reading ‘one night on the island’ and then watched the bubble and all I could think about then was this idea so I’m sorry 😊

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Can you die from boredom?

You wouldn’t think so but as you sit here typing this into your phone you think you might be in hell. While the pandemic is over and life has gone back to normal, or at least as close as it will ever get, you’re sitting in yet another Zoom meeting with your editor.

“So that’s settled then. You’ll leave tomorrow and spend the month…” Crap!

“Sorry Elaine, I didn't catch that. I think there’s a bad connection. Can you just repeat that last bit?” You can tell she’s pissed by the bulging vein in her neck, it’s grotesque really and it takes on a life of its own when she’s about to blow.

“I’ll send all the information in an email Y/N, just don’t screw this up.”

“I won't, I promise.” Well at least I’ll try not to.

Standing up and stretching your tired muscles, you slowly slide across the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. A shiver runs through you as the chill of the night sets in and you grab a fluffy cardigan and wrap it around yourself. It’s his cardigan but you don’t want to think about that right now. Once the coffee is made you stand against the kitchen counter, steaming cup in hand as you inhale the comforting scent.

The smell instantly takes you back to the time you spent with him. All those late night chats and early morning cuddles. The way his body moves against yours in a heap of tangled limbs. That was before her. The ping of an incoming email startled you and you make your way back towards the couch opening it up. The coffee spits from your mouth as your eyes scan over the writing. This couldn’t be happening!

***

Dieter sat in Laura’s office fiddling with his fingers, he felt like a naughty school boy waiting to be reprimanded by the principal. The door slamming behind him made him flinch as he watched her move to sit in front of him.

“Honestly Dieter it’s gone too far this time, this behaviour just isn’t acceptable anymore. I know you're hurting, what Anika did…I get it ok but it has to stop or your career is over.”

“I know…what…just tell me what I’ve to do and I’ll do it?”

“We’ve booked you into a cottage for a whole month, it’s isolated, fully stocked at all times and it will give you the opportunity to reflect I guess, or cry or whatever it is you need to do to sort your shit out.”

“Ok…where is it?” He can sense the hesitation in her and he’s overcome with a sense of fear all of a sudden. “Ireland. When I say isolated, I mean isolated. There is only a small village on the island and the locals know not to disturb you.”

“At least tell me there’s WiFi?” He’s met with silence. “TV?” He asks, raising his eyebrows in question, a loud groan escaping his lips when she doesn’t answer. This is going to be a long month.

***

A vague memory of this place sits in the back of your mind from your childhood, the cool breeze and the fresh salty air. Whatever it is it brings a smile to your face, the first in a while since you found out your reason for being here. Dragging your suitcase along the stone path you finally make it to the front door of the cottage. It’s beautiful. A modern twist on an old Irish cottage and it’s right by the sea. You could literally open the patio door and be right on the beach.

Pushing open the door and making your way inside you fail to notice the other set of luggage that sits in the hallway. Your mind focused on making a hot cup of tea before you settle in for the night. With the kettle boiling you stand staring out at the evening sky. Dark clouds begin to settle over the island and you know from the locals that a storm is coming.

Turning back towards the kettle you pour the hot water into a cup and stir the tea bag before adding milk. A creak of a door catches your attention and as you turn slowly towards the sound a voice startles you.

“So that’s where my cardigan went.” Your whole body freezes up. That voice! The cup slips through your fingers and shatters onto the floor. You close your eyes and take in a deep breath, telling yourself this is a dream or nightmare. This isn’t happening, please god this isn’t happening. “It always looked better on you anyway.”

***

Dieter opened the cottage and left his suitcases just in the hall as he began to explore. It was beautiful he wouldn’t deny it but how was he supposed to survive this for a month. The cottage consisted of two bedrooms both with large windows and a big enough bathroom with a huge tub. The sitting room and kitchen were open plan and at the very centre a large fire. He was about to take a piss when he heard the front door open. Odd, no one else is supposed to be here.

Walking into the living area he’s stopped in his tracks by a sight he never thought he’d see again. You! God you were beautiful. Your hair had gotten longer and was that his cardigan? It was. He took these few minutes to take you in and it made an ache that he had thought long forgotten grow within his chest. He should have never left you to make that fucking film. Things would be so different now, maybe he would have married you instead. He would have, he knows that, probably would have had a baby too. “So that’s where my cardigan went?”

***

“Dieter what are you doing here?”

He smiles brightly at you as he begins to move slowly towards you, afraid that if he moves too fast he’ll startle you and you’ll run. “I’m here on request of my PR team, the better question is what are you doing here?”

“I…I’m…that’s none of your business. This can’t be happening. I have to call Elaine.” You pull your phone out of your pocket and try calling her number only, it doesn’t ring.”

“No coverage. No WiFi and no cable.” He can see the panic in your eyes as you begin to pace, muttering under your breath. “Hey, it’s ok,” he says as his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you close. You don’t realise what’s going on until you’re flush against him and it’s too much.

The closeness of him, his smell, his warmth, the feel of his arm around you. It takes you right back to that time when he was yours and those feelings you tried to bury. With your heart beating frantically within your chest you push him away.

“Don’t touch me. You can’t…you can’t touch me like that anymore, it’s not fair.” “I’m sorry. How about we just settle in for the night and sort this out in the morning? There’s two rooms, I checked.” You begin nodding your head and then you turn to look at him, “yeah ok. That’s a plan. Goodnight.”

Quickly gathering your things you make your way into one of the rooms and away from the man who broke your heart. Slamming the door shut you slid down to the floor, head in your hands. In the morning you had to get the fuck off this island.

Part 2

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rezzyromance · 3 years

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Idk if this is how you request things or if it's just asking, BUT-

How would the Lords react to an S/O that's usually the chillest person that you will ever meet (not to be confused with a pushover because they are not), they've never seen them even mildly annoyed when something bad happens. But then something happens and, turns out, the S/O is utterly TERRIFYING when they're mad.

Hope this makes sense!

Aw man I'm gonna feel awful scaring Moreau and Donna :(

Alcina

You're relaxing on a beautiful morning. The sun is shining through the window just enough to warm the room but not hurt your eyes. You hadn't even changed out of your sleep wear. "How are you feeling, my dear?", a sweet voice rang from the doorway. You were sitting in your favorite chair near the window. You turn and smile at her. She walks over and rubs your face in her large hand before leaning down and giving you a soft kiss. "I'm feeling amazing. And you?", you grab her hand before she pulls it away and you place a kiss on her knuckles. "I'm feeling alright. There's a new maid here. She's a bit slow. I'm giving her until tonight to finish dusting the entire castle or else she won't see another sunrise." It was almost comedic how dark her words were as you both stared out the window and gazed at the beautiful scenery. "Come on Alcina.", you stand up and place your hands on hers, trying to hold them despite the size difference. "Give the girl a break. It's a huge castle AND it's her first day.", you knew your words would probably change nothing. Alcina was rather cruel, but you looked past it. You tried your best to make the nervous maids comfortable whenever they arrive.

"We'll see how she does." She gives you one more kiss before leaving the room. You sit back down in your chair, enjoying the warmth of the sun for a little while longer. You lose track of time, minutes maybe even hours go by. Suddenly, there's a crash not far from the door. You jump and stand up, no longer comfortable after being startled. "What in the name of Mother Miranda?!", you leave the room and look down the hallway. The new maid stood there with a terrified look on her face. In front of her was one of the paintings Alcina had on her walls, now with a broken frame and a hole punctured. Your blood began to boil. It was a painting of you, her, and the girls all together. It was your favorite. "How in the hell did you manage to do that?!", you begin to stomp towards her. She cowers and struggles to find her words. "I-I-I was just dusting! It fell and I-I didn't mean t-", you cut her off. "How the fuck did you knock such a large painting over just by dusting?! DO YOU THINK YOU'RE ALLOWED TO MAKE SUCH STUPID MISTAKES HERE?!", you unravel. "I-I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!", she almost begins to weep. "SORRY ISN'T GONNA SAVE YOUR ASS!"

"MISS DIMITRESCU PLEASE HELP!", she cries out. You freeze, realizing that the lady herself is right behind you. You turn to face her. Her eyes are wide with shock. She has never seen you like this before and never even knew you had this type of side to you. She was impressed as much as she was terrified. "(Y/N)? Are you alright my love?" She had no idea what to do as your seething slowed down. "Why don't you go back to the room, yes? Settle down a little and deal with her later.", she places a hand on your back helps walk with you back to the room. Once you're there, she bends down to whisper in your ear. "I don't know where this side of you has been this whole time, but I am so amazed by you. And also a little frightened."

Donna

The Beneviento house was usually a calm place despite its creepy aura. You and Donna are both quiet and chill people. Never once have you fought or even raised your voices at each other. It was pleasant.

You had planned a nice dinner for the both of you. You wanted to try out a new recipe and surprise her, so you made your way to the kitchen to get started. "Okay, what first? I guess I'll need a pot.", you go rummaging through the kitchen and you find the pots stacked within each other inside one of the top cabinets. You groan and stand up on your toes, grazing the pots with your fingers. It didn't take much to cause them to tumble down, crashing on top of you with a loud sound that followed. "Aw shit.", you sighed and picked up the knocked over pots. A small but annoying pain began to throb in your head from where it made contact with a pot. What you didn't notice was you forgot to pick one of the pots up. It remained unnoticed. "It's fine.", you say to yourself as you maintain your composure. Next, a cutting board and knife. You turn around and begin to walk forward to find the cutting board, but you slam your toe into counter. You wince in pain and grab your foot. "SON OF A BITCH!", you yell.

You calm yourself, still wanting to have a pleasant meal with Donna. "Alright. Everything's fine." You step forward and kick the pot that you had forgotten to pick up. It caused your freshly kicked toe to ache even more. "OH COME ON! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!", you scream and swear as you throw your arms up in pure rage and shock.

"...(Y/N)?", a gentle voice whispered from the doorway, causing you to whip your head in that direction. It was Donna. She looked absolutely horrified and almost looked like she could cry. "Is.. is everything... are you alright?", she worried. "Yes. I'm sorry. Just got a little pissed off.", you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, feeling bad for scaring the poor girl.

Moreau

You were sitting on the dock together, looking into the water as your feet swung back and forth above it. It was a sunny day and you two decided to spend it outside. Your hand slowly made its way over to his. His feet stopped swinging for a second as you entangled your fingers. "I don't know what I'd do without you, (Y/N)." his words were bitter sweet as a gentle smile formed from his lips. "Oh, Sal. You don't have to think like that. I'll always be here for you.", you kiss his cheek and continue to relax as you sway your legs.

"There it is! There's the beast!", a voice yelled from not so far away. You both look in the direction of the voice and see a few young village boys. Possibly between the ages of 13 and 16. Moreau had become some what of a scary story for the villagers. A tale that kids spread on school court yard and bring up during dares. But, you've never seen a kid brave enough to actually make it far enough into the reservoir to actually see Moreau. Now, there were about 3. All of them stood and pointed, shocked and terrified.

"Hey beast! Come get me!", one kid teases. You glare at the kids as a newfound rage begins to boil inside you. "Let's go back inside.", Moreau says before standing up from the doc. The sadness in his voice was heartbreaking. Suddenly, one of the children gathers the guts to pick up a rock and throw it as hard as he could. His aim was off, but not by much. It slammed into the wood near Moreau's feet, startling him. "Take that you devil!", he laughs. "THAT'S IT YOU LITTLE SHIT!", you begin sprinting in the direction of the immature brats. Two of them run from the direction they came from while the one who threw the rock was frozen in fear. You took the opportunity to grab him by the collar of his shirt. "Listen here you little waste of space. I'm gonna give you 3 seconds to turn around and run for your goddamn life. If you or any of your little snot-nosed friends come around here again, they'll be goddamn fish food. Do you understand?" The kid was too scared to speak and instead began to nod rapidly. You let him go and watched as he ran as fast as he could, screaming the whole way.

You walk back to the shack and find Moreau standing in the same place he was when you took off. His mouth was agape and he looked almost as scared as the kids. "You alright Sal? I made sure those little shits won't be coming around here anymore." "Yeah... I didn't know you could be so... scary", he says. "I'm sorry. But those kids were being cruel. I had to do something.", you say. "Well... it was awesome!", he smiled. "But also very scary!" You laugh which helps sooth him a little.

Heisenberg

"Screw driver.", is all Karl said with an outstretched palm. He was working on some type of mechanical heart for his experiments. He wanted you to lend a "helping hand" even though he could easily do it all by himself. He did this because he wanted to be around you, he was just too stubborn with too big of an ego to simply say it. So here you were, handing him every little tool he asks for.

"Do you want the big one or the little one?", you say with a hint of boredom in your tone. "Aw c'mon don't sound like that! Isn't this exciting? It's like you're working on it with me! Also, hand me the big one.", you do as he says and hand him the big screw driver. "I just don't get it. You literally have powers. You can easily do this by yourself and have been for so long. Why do you need me to help?" He pauses for a second and looks over towards you, his brow slightly furrowed. "I don't NEED you to help. I just thought it would be nice for you to help out. Plus, you're the one always bitching about me constantly working. Well, here you are! Helping me work! So, either suck it up or you can leave." His harshness had no real ill will in it. He was just confused and a bit too ignorant to consider his words. But, he was testing your patience. He continued to use the screwdriver until handing it to you without saying a word.

"Hand me a screw.", he demanded with his hand facing palm up again. "Which size?" "They're all the same sizes, dumbass." You feel your blood begin to boil. "They're different fucking sizes! This one is smaller than this one!", you hold up two screws that are obviously different sizes. This makes Karl angry. Not because you were right, but because you seemed upset over something that seemed so insignificant.

"If you came here just to yap in my ear, then I don't think I need your assistance.", he huffed. You put the selection of tools and supplies he was making you hold on the table he is working on and ball your fists. "You're the one who told me to do this in the first place!", you yell. "Yeah, because you won't stop bitching! Non-stop you're always compla-" you cut him off before he can finish. "SHUT UP!", you yell. The room goes silent. "YOU SAY I'M BITCHING? HAVE YOU HEARD YOURSELF? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST KARL YOU BITCH AND MOAN ALL THE TIME! I'M DONE TAKING SHIT FROM YOU!" He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't. He felt something much more overwhelming. Was he.. intimidated? He didn't move from his seat. All he could do was look up at you with a confused expression. What now? What is there to do? If he pushes you further, what would happen? He was actually too scared to find out.

You take a deep breath to calm down before speaking. "Now, if you want me to help with your shit, I'll stay as long as you keep your mouth shut. Can you possibly manage to do that?" He gulps nervously. "Yes ma'am."

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miekasa · 3 years

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sorry if you've already answered this, but what do you think the aot character's love languages would be? we know levi's is acts of service, but anybody else?

No worries! I don’t think I’ve answered for everyone before, so I’ll take a shot at it now bc I love thinking about people's love languages 😌

LEVI Gives: acts of service

This is one is talked about a lot, but Levi shows his love most often through doing things for you, even if you haven’t asked anything of him.

He’ll go out of his way to make your life easier and/or more comfortable in any way that he sees fit, and he doesn’t expect the same in return; it truly just makes him happy to know that he could have done something for you.

It includes bigger things like assembling furniture for you, building you something completely from scratch, or cleaning your car for; and also small things like making you a cup of coffee or tea, or even just holding your bag for you after a long day.

Needs: physical touch

Classic touch-starved man who doesn’t outwardly ask for physical touch, but doesn’t back away from it when you initiate it.

After some time, he’d begin to initiate himself, he just needs to get comfortable with the idea of it first; but after he is, it’s really cute to see. Catch him on a lazy morning, and he’s especially touchy; or find him after a long day of work, and he’ll cuddle himself right into your shoulder.

It makes him happy to know that you seek him out for physical comfort, and that he can begin to do the same. Also, he loves the feeling of you playing with his hair, it’s a surefire way to get him to fall asleep.

HANGE Gives: quality time, physical touch

Hange likes spending time with you, and loves roping you into their favorite hobbies, activities, and antics. Even something as simple as a 3 minute FaceTime call to ask them a quick question is enough to put a smile on their face.

They really just like to share their interests with you, and would love it if you did the same! Hange is willing to give everything a try at least twice for you.

Also loves physical touch, maybe not even necessarily in traditionally “romantic” ways either—having their hand around your shoulder to show you something on their phone, knocking into your body while they’re laughing, clapping your hands together out of boredom—all simple touches that make Hange happy.

Needs: gifts

Hange looooves presents, and you can’t prove me wrong. To them, it’s really touching to know that you would take the time to pick out or make something that you think they would like.

They cherish any and every gift you get them, even if it’s something as tiny and routine as bringing them a coffee during a busy a day at work, Hange never takes it for granted.

(And they also go on and brag about it to anyone who will listen, “Ah did you see my baby brought me coffee for lunch? Just how I like it too, they know me so well!”)

EREN Gives: quality time, words of affirmation

Quality time for Eren can also be mistaken as him spending all of his free time annoying the hell out of you, but it’s really just him being Loving.

When he’s not annoying you, he really does just like to be in the same space as you, even if you’re doing your own things. He likes having you around because you comfort him even if you’re not directly speaking to or interacting with him.

Words of affirmation come out of him in a very matter-of-fact tone. It’s almost as if he’s not consciously trying to affirm you or flatter you.

To him, he’s just saying what he believes is an objective truth: of course he thinks you’re smart and talented and pretty and fun to be around. If those things make you feel good, then it’s a bonus, but really, he just means it like it’s a fact of the universe.

Needs: gifts, physical touch

He’s not the best at giving gifts, but he does love to receive them, and honestly, he’s very humbled and flattered whenever you give him something that you clearly put a lot of time and/or effort into.

He almost feels undeserving of it, but he loves it all the same, and he really does cherish it. Even if it’s something as generic as a pair of shoes he was talking about, it still means a lot to him that you would remember and buy them for him.

Once he gets a taste of physical touch, he doesn’t know how to let go. All sense of personal space is out of the window, and this goes hand in hand with quality time once he discovers it.

Loves it when you touch him: play with his hair, play with or hold his hands, hug him out of the blue. Also loves to touch you, though he seems to not understand the size of his body when he’s draping himself over your shoulders, or has his leg over your thigh while you’re sitting on the bus.

ARMIN Gives: gifts

To him, it’s the simplest way to express himself without embarrassing himself by potentially tripping over his words. Also, gifts can be given remotely, so he doesn’t have to sit around worrying if you’ll love it or hate it while you open it.

Though, he certainly gains a lot of confidence over time, he still likes to leave you little presents to find when he’s not around. Something as small as buying your favorite candy and putting it in your coat pocket, or leaving flowers at your place.

He’s also very thoughtful, and when he does get you a bigger gift, or something to celebrate an occasion, he always makes sure it’s perfect.

He does it to make you happy, and when you’re happy, it makes him happy.

Needs: words of affirmation

He won’t ask for it, but it’s really reassuring to hear, and it makes him feel really good, and relieved to know that the person he loves thinks highly of him.

If you told him you’re proud of him, he might… he really might malfunction a bit, but your words would stick with him. The next time he was going through something hard or even just doubting himself, he’d remember what you said to him and it would give him a little push to get through it (and maybe be nicer to himself as a consequence).

Not necessarily an affirmation, but it also flatters him to hear that you think he’s attractive. Though, be careful when and how you say this, because he’s very… easy to excite.

MIKASA Gives: words of affirmation, acts of service

Mikasa lets you know how much you mean to her, and how much you mean to everyone in your life all the time. She doesn’t want you to ever feel like you’re less than you are.

She loves hearing about your progress or achievements in work/school and is quick to tell you that she’s happy for you and proud of you.

She’ll also do anything she can to help you out, so acts of service a big thing for her. She doesn’t want you to have to go out of your way to do something she could handle for you.

That isn’t to say that she thinks you’re incapable of fending for yourself; rather, that she would like to ease your pain whenever and wherever she can.

Needs: quality time

She doesn’t realize how much she likes/needs this until you guys start spending more time together; and it’s in your absence that she finds herself missing you more than she’d anticipated.

She doesn’t even mind sitting idly by while you’re busy or doing work, so long as she gets to be by your side. It also brings her a sense of comfort to be able to take care of you during this time; having snack breaks with you, occasional tangent conversations, and reminding you to rest when necessary.

She finds that one of the simplest means of quality time is sleeping next to each other; whether it be for a nap, or going to bed, it’s a kind of intimacy she never thought she’d crave, but comes to really, really enjoy.

JEAN Gives: quality time, gifts

Just. Just let Jean tag along to whatever you’re doing like a little golden retriever and he’ll be so damn happy. It doesn’t matter what—buying makeup, going on a walk, heading to the grocery store—he just likes spending time with you.

Though he—and anyone who expresses themselves in quality time—completely understands there are moments where you need to be by yourself. But if you don’t mind him being there, then he’ll take the opportunity to be with you.

He looooves to give presents, and even though he can get kind of embarrassed by it and try to play it off as nonchalant, he’s quite thoughtful and romantic with his gifts.

Needs: quality time, physical touch

He loves doing what you’re doing, but he would also love to have you around when he’s chilling or running errands or doing whatever, too. He doesn’t care, Jean just likes talking to you, and will take any opportunity to hear you speak to him and be around him.

He shows a normal amount of physical touch and/or PDA throughout your relationship, but really casual and gentle touches by you mean the world to him. When he feels you stroking his face when you think he’s asleep, wrapping your arms around one of his habitually when you’re sleepy after a night out, putting your hands on his face when you kiss him—all those things mean the world to him.

I don’t know if this would fall into words of affirmation, but he also likes it when you tell him that you find him attractive. Call him handsome once and he’ll be thinking about it for the rest of the month. Tell him he’s pretty and you might even get him to blush.

CONNIE Gives: quality time

Similar to Eren, his quality time is most commonly expressed through a little game he likes to call “how many times can I annoy my girlfriend in the span of twenty minutes.”

You could be chilling like normal, having a casual night in and Connie will just come bursting in your room like the loudest mf on the planet, with Monopoly in his left hand, and a six pack of beers in his right.

He lives for doing stupid (borderline illegal) shit with you, and to his credit, you’ve never gotten caught. He really just likes to hang with you and make you laugh and make memories the both of you won’t ever forget.

Needs: acts of service

Help this man. No, really, literally, help him, even if he says he doesn’t need help, he’ll appreciate it in the end.

From stuff like tutoring him for a class, to packing him lunches (beyond Lunchables, but inclusive of a strawberry-kiwi CapriSun, nonetheless); it’s a love language Connie didn’t even think he would like.

He fucking loves it though and never shuts up about anything you might do for him; always thanks you a million times and puts you in a loving chokehold and pinches your cheeks in appreciation.

SASHA Gives: words of affirmation

She’s really good at comforting you, or even just making you feel good about yourself. Sasha might not even realize how much her positive outlook on you might mean, but she sure does love to tell you how much you mean to her.

Adores singing your praises and rewarding you with compliments all the time. She’s so sweet and she doesn’t even realize what she’s doing. Best girl.

Needs: gifts

Sasha loves presents in all shapes in forms: birthday presents, anniversary presents, planned presents, surprise presents. Doesn’t matter, she’s happy to receive any and all of them.

She looks at the gifts you get her with sparkles in her eyes and the widest grin on her face. It means the world to her that you would get her something she loves and she appreciates it so much.

Takes extra special care of your gifts too. If you got her one of something she collects, the ones you give her have their own little special place in her collection and she loves to show them off whenever people ask about them.

PIECK Gives: acts of service, physical touch

Pieck will do just about anything for you, and if she can’t, she’ll commission someone else to get it done for the both of you. (Someone being Porco and Reiner if this act involves lifting or carrying anything heavy).

She adores the smile on your face after she tells you she’s taken care of something you were putting off or having trouble doing; it makes her whole day to see you happy and relieved to have one less task on your to-do list.

She definitely does things because it makes her happy to see you happy, but there’s a small part of her that’s not above admitting she likes to be rewarded for it, too. Even something as small as a hug will do 😌

That’s also where the physical touch comes in: Pieck is kind of handsy, an almost unexpectedly protective kind of way. It’s equal parts of her liking to show you off and have her hands on you, and making sure nobody else thinks about doing the same.

Needs: quality time

Once she discovers the joy of having someone else to laze around with, take naps with, and do… questionable antics with, Pieck feels like she’s discovered the true meaning of life.

Adores when you ask to come along with her to run errands, or when you show interest in any of her many hobbies. She comes to find that she loves sharing them with you.

Napping together is a must, and if you think she’ll let you out of her hold just because your leg cramped or you have to use the bathroom, then think again. There’s a minimum of three one-hour naps per week with her.

PORCO Gives: acts of service, gifts

Gifts might come as a surprise for him, but he’s got a good memory, so when he sees something you’ve been talking about, he’ll just pick it up/buy it for you.

Could be anything from a new pair of house slippers, to a pair of earrings you showed him once. If he sees it and remembers you wanted it, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll just get it. You can’t say he never did anything for you.

He approaches acts of service the same way, and usually does things he knows he can handle doing for you, like cleaning your car, cooking you dinner, or giving you a massage.

He can get kinda smug about it tho, going off about how you’re his little baby and that you need him to take care of you, as if he didn’t go out of his way to do these things, unprompted 🙄

Needs: physical touch

He’s not going out of his way to do extreme PDA, but he’s not hiding it either; if he feels like touching you, he will. But the first time you initiate it, or the first time you touch him in a gentle way, he’s such a goner.

He doesn’t even know how to process it at a first, and when he does he feels stupid and embarrassed for even liking it, but he certainly likes it that for damn sure.

He gets kinda cranky if you don’t cuddle up to him or hold his hand or poke his cheek (even though he claims it’s oh so annoying, you know he likesssss it).

#anonymous #i love love languages i think theyre so cool and how ppl can have the same ones but show it very differently #aot x reader #aot imagines #aot headcanons #levi x reader #eren x reader #armin x reader #porco galliard x reader #pieck x reader #hange x reader #mikasa x reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #omfg im tired of this bye #minicanons

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I know requests are closed so this isn’t a request I just had an idea based off an ask you got about hawks and the Todoroki clan. What if the reader escaped from yandere Todoroki clan (Dabi scared the reader/took it too far with the threats, or because endeavor and the brothers had a fight and the reader got scared)and they ran into hawks, crying and panicked thinking that he would help. But hawks recognizes them from the pictures in endeavors desk and offers them a lift to somewhere safe. Only for hawks to fly the reader back to the Todoroki estate where the whole family is waiting for them.

The reader feels hurt and betrayed and everyone is angry, but hawks being hawks tries to diffuse the situation by saying,”stop scaring the poor kid. They came to me scared out of their mind, but being the outstanding godfather that I am, I made sure to bring them back safely.” (Or something like that)

And endeavor just accepts that hawks claimed himself as the readers godfather, and tells the reader to get inside and to clean up.

So now hawks takes it upon himself to hang around the estate more to fulfill his “godfather” duties, spoiling the reader as much as he can.

Yandere Godfather Hawks x Todoroki clan reader

I was going to write boyfriend Hawks, instead of Godfather Hawks but this was just too good. I kinda thought that the age gap between Hawks and reader would be too much so maybe Godfather would be a better role for him, but the chaos that would follow if they find him dating reader would be just *chef's kiss*. I think I just might write bf Hawks too. Let me know what you guys think.

Anyways, enjoy!

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Yandere Hawks:

You didn't know how long you had been running for. You didn't know how far you had gotten away from their house. You didn't even know where you were going, to be honest. But you did know that you had to get away from there as far as you could.

Sure, you only had a few hours headstart. But for them, the most powerful family in Japan, this wasn’t enough time for you.

You had planned your escape with their schedule in mind.

Enji would come home from his office at 9pm; he used to return at 11, but ever since you were kidnapped adopted by them, he tries to come home early.

Natsuo had already visited you during the day. He habitually comes after his shift at the hospital. Once he would check you over for any injuries and be satisfied with your overall health, he would join you, Rei and Fuyumi for a quick lunch before leaving.

Usually, you would spend the day with Rei, Fuyumi and Shotou, then Enji would come by the time dinner was served. And once everyone went to sleep, Dabi would come to visit you around 2 am. He would tap on your window and disturb you from your sleep, but its not like you have any engagements in the morning anyways. Once you would let him in, he would talk to you and maybe watch a movie too. If he's pissed, he might "accidentally" leave a burn mark on your arm (and you've tried asking your family for help, but they wouldn't do anything. Natsuo would just bandage you up, while Shotou would comfort you. Besides, you've learned not to snitch on Dabi because he would even get angrier than before.)

That was your routine ever since they had took you, almost 7 months ago. Well, they had actually adopted you an year ago, and everything was going well. But then you started noticing their odd behaviour. You thought they were just being protective of you at first, but as time went on, their obsessive tendencies and no regard for your personal boundaries started weirding you out.

Then one day, they just stopped letting you out of the house. No matter how much you cried, begged or fought, they just wouldn't let you go outside, telling that you its for your own good.

At first, they would use cuffs to keep you bound since you fought so much. But then you started behaving, and they slowly started trusting you more and stopped putting on the restraints.

What they didn't know was that you were just biding your time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to escape. Like today.

Shotou had to go to his friend's house to work on a school project, so he wasn't able to join you at lunch today and would be coming home late.

After lunch, once Natsuo had left, you asked Fuyumi if she could go to the mall and buy you some books. You had been complaining to her about your boredom for quite sometime now, so she agreed and left to go shop for you.

So that only left you with Rei in the house. And while she had a weaker quirk than the rest of the family, your quirkless self was no match for her either.

But she was easier to fool. You told Rei that you were going to take a nap in your room and to call you when dinner was ready. Rei nodded before going to the kitchen to start preparing for dinner.

You went to your room and opened the window to get out. It used to be bolted shut but after months of working on it slowly but stealthily, you had managed to pop it open. It was 6, and you were sure Fuyumi and Shotou would be coming home by 7, so without having anytime to pack, you ran.

It was stupid. You should've at least gotten your coat and shoes on, but there was no guarantee a chance like this would appear again, so you left without them.

You kind of regret it now, as you winced in pain at all the rocks and twigs pressing into your bare feet. You shivered in the cold, which didn't bother you at first because of the adrenaline pumping through your veins, but now as you slid against a dumpster in an alley to give a break to your legs, you wished Rei could've given you some proper clothes, instead of the light, pastel pink dress. In her defence, the house was centrally heated during winters so you didn't really need warm clothes inside the house. But now, looking at the dark clouds forming in the sky, you wished she could've at least given you a sweater.

It had soon started raining, and the wind had picked up as well. Shivering, you decided to stay put by the dumpster and wait until it stopped. It would be easier for them to find you if you ran now because the streets will be empty because of the rain. And its not like you could go to a police station either. How will you explain to them that the no.1 hero had kidnapped you?

Sighing, you closed your eyes. You just have to vanish from their eyes until they give up on you, or at least find someone else to replace you.

Hawks was flying home when it had begun raining. Tutting, he flew back to the ground to walk his way home. It was dangerous to fly during the rain; his feathers would get heavy and weigh him down.

As he was walking, whistling to himself, he heard someone whimper in the alley to his left. He walked in the dark alley, bracing himself for any sudden movements. The little whimpers came from near the dumpster. The alley had no light, so he couldn't see much. He walked closer to the source of whimpers and he could make out a silhouette of a shivering girl, who was completely drenched. Her eyes were closed so she hadn't noticed Hawks yet.

He took a step closer. "Hey. You okay?" As soon Hawks voice reached her ears, she snapped her eyes open and backed away from him. Hawks backed up a bit, raising his hands in surrender. "Its okay. I'm a hero." He said, calmly.

Once she seemed recognise him, or at least realise he wasn't dangerous, she relaxed a bit. "What are you doing in the rain?"he asked. She paused for a bit, before replying in a tiny voice,"none of your business." Hawks smiled. "It kinda is. Now you can either tell me, or I can take you to the cops and you can tell them. What's it gonna be?"

Your breath hitched at his question. If he takes you to the cops, Enji will surely find you, and the punishment that will be waiting for you...you didn't even want to think about it. "I'm just...running." you mumbled, hoping he would leave you alone. "From who?" When you didn't reply, he sighed. "Okay. Can you tell me why you're running?"

You thought for a bit. Would he believe if you told him the truth? You knew he was close friends with Enji and you heard from Enji that he was very loyal to him, so you doubted that he would believe you if you told him the no. 1 hero had been holding you hostage for 7 months. But maybe he could help you. If you just tell him that someone's after you, then maybe he could drop you off somewhere safe?

Gulping, you answered. "I- I was kidnapped. And they've probably noticed that I'm missing now and- and I need to hide before they can find me. I can't, I can't go back there-" your voice broke down as you slowly started crying.

Hawks's eyes widened as he heard you confess. He hugged you, rubbing your back soothingly. "Shh, its okay. I'm here now. Tell me who it is." You shook your head no. "Don’t be afraid. I'll keep you safe. Just tell me who-" "No!"you cut him off, realising that you would be putting his life in danger if you told him the truth. The Todorokis have done it before, with your old family and friends; you have no doubt that they will do it again.

Hawks was taken aback by your outburst. Who were you so afraid of? Was it a crazy ex? Or a family member? Maybe you had gotten in trouble with the wrong crowd? Whoever it was, fear was evident in your voice. He had to help you.

"Okay. I'm sorry. How about we get out of the rain? Maybe to a cafe, where we can get a coffee to warm ourselves up?" He asked you again, trying to look at your face in the dark. You shook your head again, before speaking. "Could you- could you just get me out of this city? Or at least as far away from here as possible?"

Who were you so scared of that you wanted to leave the city? He could investigate that later, but first he needed to get you out of the rain.

He nodded. "Alright. It should stop raining anytime now, so I can't fly you out right now. How about we walk to my apartment and warm ourselves and then, I could take you anywhere you want?"

This was the best you were going to get. You know you need to leave the city right now, but he was your only chance of leaving. So you agreed. Hawks smiled at that. "Can you walk?"he asked you. You nodded, but as soon as you took a step, you yelped in pain, almost falling down. Thankfully, Hakws was near to catch you. He laughed. Noticing your chattering teeth, he gave you his jacket. "You're going to catch a cold." Once you had worn his big, warm jacket, he lifted you up into his arms and started walking out of the alley and towards his home.

As he got out of the alley, the street lights finally illuminated your face.

You looked familiar, like he'd seen you before, but he can't seem to remember where he saw you. His eyes scanned your face. Your brows were furrowed in worry, and you kept looking over his shoulder. You looked scared, almost like a child. Looking down, he noticed your pink dress was completely ruined. He moved his gaze to your feet. They were bleeding, due to the stones, twigs and broken glass that had pierced them. Your legs had tiny burns, some had faded, others looked still fresh.

Were you being abused? Is that why you're running? He wanted to ask you these questions but he knew he had to wait for you to open up.

"Thank you."your tiny voice brought him back to reality. Hawks gave his famous heroic smile. "No problem." You gave a tiny smile of your own. It was kind. "Why do you keep looking back?"he asked you. Your eyes widened slightly, looking like a kid who got caught stealing cookies. "Are you worried about them taking you away again?"he asked, not really sure who he was referring to. You started tearing up again. Your lips wobbled as you slowly nodded your head. He stopped walking, causing you to look up to him. "Its okay. I promise I'll never let anyone hurt you again. I promise." His voice held such sincerity, you started crying into his chest as you kept on thanking him.

Hawks meant every word. He's going to make sure nobody ever lays a finger on you. How could anyone harm such a sweet thing like you?

He rubbed your shoulder with one hand to calm you down. Once you had stopped crying, he spoke again. "Hey, look. It stopped raining." You looked up and he was right; the sky had cleared up. "Well, are you ready to fly?" You smiled slightly before nodding. He told you to hold on to him tightly, and you buried your face into his chest before he took off.

Once you guys were in the air, Hawks told you to open your eyes. You did and the view was breathtaking. Tall buildings and sky scrapers were all over the city, and tiny lights from cars and street lamps looked like stars. It looked like a scene from an anime. Really pretty.

"Wow."you finally said. Hawks chuckled at that. Your looked like you just saw Santa. So adorable.

"I'm glad you like it."he said, as he started flying towards his home. You smiled. "Hey! You never told me your name."he said, mocking fake surprise.

You giggled at that. "I'm Y/n."

And just like that, Hawks finally remembered where he had seen you.

A year ago Endeavour had asked him to find everything he can on this one particular girl. Hawks thought that maybe you were linked to some case, but your records were clean, so he thought that maybe Enji was just looking for someone for Shotou. Hawks thought it was weird when you suddenly disappeared from the public eye a month later. He tried to ask Enji about you but he would just brush him off, telling him he had mistook you for someone else. It was odd, but Hawks eventually let go of it.

Wait. Does that mean Enji had been hurting you? No, that can't be it. Enji had been working with him on a lot of missions abroad, and the burn marks on your legs were rather fresh.

"Whats wrong?"your soft voice brought him out of his thoughts. "Hmm? Oh nothing. Why do you ask?"Hawks faked a smile. You stared at him. Something was off. "Nothing. Its just you were lost in your thoughts, I guess."

Hawks laughed at that. "You’re really observant, aren't you?" Deciding to test out his theory, he continued. "Well, you're right. I was thinking about a work colleague. You might've heard of him. Endeavour, hm?"

At the sound of his name, you stiffened, confirming his suspicion. You were connected to him somehow. Hawks didn't know how, but he was going to figure it out. "Um, y-yeah. He's the no.1 h- hero, right?"the fear in your voice had returned, although you were trying hard to hide it.

Hawks nodded. "Yeah!" He had to find out how you were linked to Enji. Suddenly, he turned around and started flying back where you guys had started.

"W-what are you doing? Why are we going back?"you asked him. He looked down at you and replied, "we need to get bandages for your wounds. Otherwise your feet will get infected." You nodded. "Oh. Okay." With that you closed your eyes to prevent them from drying against the wind.

After maybe half an hour or so, you opened your eyes to look where you guys were flying to. You looked down and to your horror, saw a familiar house coming up. You looked at Hawks and he seemed to know what you were thinking. "We're going down there."he nodded his head towards the Todoroki estate. Your eyes grew wide, and your body started trembling. "No! No! We- we can't! We can't go there!" You started shaking your head. "And why not?"Hawks stopped flying towards the estate, simply flapping his wings to remain in the air. You just shook your head. "We can't. I can't. Just drop me off somewhere else. I'll be fine on my own." Hawks wanted to know the real reason. He frowned. "Tell me the truth right now or I'll take you down there this instant."

You gulped, his eyes were showing that he wasn't bluffing. Your eyes started to glisten with unshed tears as you finally told him the truth. You told him everything; about how Enji had kidnapped you, how he got rid of your real family, how he and Rei had tried to keep you a secret from everyone, how their kids found out about you but instead of helping you out, became attached to you just like their parents, about how the famous villian Dabi was Enji's son and how he would sometimes burn you. By the time you were done, tears were flowing down your cheeks as Hawks tried to process what you had just confessed to him.

"Do you trust me?"he suddenly asked you. You looked at him confused. "What?" He repeated again. "Do you trust me?" Did you? Honestly, not that much, but he was the only one who was going to help you so you slowly nodded. "Yes?" Not really sure of it yourself but Hawks accepted the answer anyways. "Good." As soon as he said that, he started flying again, towards the house. You started thrashing in his arms again. "No! You said you wouldn't take me back here! You said you wouldn't!"you were full on sobbing against him, trying to wring yourself free from his vice grip, but Hawks was neither listening nor relenting his tight hold on you.

You looked down and that's when you saw them. Enji, Rei, all of them, were standing in the garden looking at you and Hawks. Even Dabi was there. Rei must've panicked and called everyone. And from the look on his- everyone's face, you could tell you were in deep trouble.

You thrashed in Hawks arms, begging him to fly away, but he didn't listen to you at all.

Once you reached the ground, you didn't pull your head out of Hawk's chest. You don't want to see their rage or the punishments they have planned for you.

"Hey, Endeavour!" Hawks broke the silence first. "Mrs Todoroki. Kids." He nodded towards them. "Hawks. Who do you have there?"Enji asked, pretending as if he doesn't know you. Hawks laughed. "You don't have to pretend! I know everything." At this, Dabi activated his quirk, ready to cremate him but was stopped by Shotou.

Thinking that this was some sort of blackmail, Enji asked, "What do you want? Money?"

Hawks smirked. "Nope! Look, I know you kidnapped her and all but you are providing her a good life, right?" He paused to look at them. Everyone nodded. He continued. "And you're just keeping her home to protect her from harm?" Again, everyone nodded. "But she still managed to escape you all even though she's quirkless and you all are not."

"Get to the fucking point."Dabi said impatiently.

Hawks sighed. "Clearly, you need all the help you can get. You need me. I can help you help her keep safe and healthy!" He paused, before his eyes lit up. "I can't have my goddaughter getting hurt again." Everyone looked at him weirdly. Goddaughter?

"How about you hand her over and you'll still be able to fly." Dabi threatened, blue flames engulfing his hands. Hawks laughed again. He was right. It wasn't Enji who giving you those nasty burns, it was Dabi. "If something happens to me, I have enough evidence gathered against you" he pointed to Dabi, "and then cops will get involved and maybe take away Y/n away."

The threat of someone taking you away from them, made their heart drop. Rei, who had been previously sobbing, put a hand on Dabi's shoulder, telling him to calm down.

Hawks grinned at Enji, raising his eyebrows. "So what will it be, Endeavour?"

Enji understood the ultimatum Hawks was giving him. Either let him in the family or risk losing you to the authorities. And he knew Hawks wasn't one to make empty threats.

Enji's eyes snapped to you. You were trying to bury yourself into Hawks chest, trying to hide from them. He wasn't that mad at you for running, more worried if anything. Had his family really spooked you that much? He'll have to worry about that later. First he needs to get you back into his and Rei's arms.

Enji sighed, before nodding. "Fine. We'll do it your way."

Hawks beamed at that. "Great!" He was glad that Enji had accepted. "Now, you need to take Y/n in before she catches a cold; although I'm certain she already has. Oh and tend to her bloody feet too! Poor thing was just running around barefoot." He chuckled. Shotou moved forward to take you from Hawks but you clung tightly to Hawks shoulders.

"Please. Please. Just take me out of here. Please." You whispered to him, fresh tears pricking your eyes now.

You looked so scared. Your eyes were saucer wide, nose red from cold and cheeks flush. Fear. That was were you emitting. But the longer he looked at your face, he found something else too. Hope. Innocence. Naivety. And while fear was the predominant emotion, the latter were the ones that he wanted to protect. "Hawks." Enji's voice broke him out from his trance. Hawks smiled. Addressing you, he started rubbing soothing circles to your back. "Hey. Hey. Its okay, princess." You kept on crying, your eyes begging him to whisk you away anywhere but here. You looked so much like him when he was little. So afraid. "Listen, do you remember what I promised you?" You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. You're so endearing. "I promised you that I'll never let anyone hurt you again, didn't I?" You nodded slowly. "I intent on keep that promise, dove. Infact I'll talk to your dad tonight! But you need to go in and take warm bath. I don't want you getting sick, okay?"

You had seemed to calm down as you slowly nodded and let him hand you over to Shotou, who quickly ushered you in, with Natsuo, Rei and Fuyumi quickly following behind, leaving Hawks with Dabi and Enji.

"Lets go to your office, Endeavour! I have to go over some details as Y/n's new godfather." Enji nodded and went inside to go to his home office. Hawks was about to follow but was stopped by Dabi. "What game are you playing, you freak?"

Hawks chuckled, before swiftly pulling out a very sharp feather and pressing it against Dabi's jugular. "I'm just here to make sure that no one hurts Y/n again. And if I see another scorch mark on her, I'll find you and carve your skin into ribbons."

I will be accepting requests and asks for godfather hawks and Todoroki clan!

Oh and don't worry, I'm working on part 2 of rei hurting the reader. It'll be done soon! :)

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Your connection: There’s definitely a very interesting situation going on, haha! I feel like you and your pet have completely different personalities if I would compare you to each other. You or them can be quite impulsive & reckless while the other is more steady, calm and mature about their presence. Like, one is bringing chaos & mess with them and the other is sitting there and silently judging this kind of behavior. It’s a very funny & wholesome connection, I completely adore you both for that.

Why you were brought together: You’re perfectly balancing each other with such difference between you two. It could’ve been quite hard at first, but you were guided to learn and take care of this pet in order to have this ‘balance’ in your life. Maybe you’re the person who lives alone and needed a friend, maybe you’re this mature and so-serious person that had to have a little fun in their life - whatever the case, your pet has entered your life when you most needed it and is planning to stay with you for a really long time.

What your pet loves: Your pet absolutely adores having fun. They’re playful and quite lively too, they’re always moving around, running, jumping and etc. It’s like it’s never quiet when they’re near you and I’m also sensing that you like to mutter and tell them that they’re annoying but secretly love them with the whole heart. They know that you do and is telling me that you cannot trick them to think otherwise with this disgruntled face of yours! I’m also channeling message that they love treats with their whole heart so you should definitely give it to them more often.

What your pet fears: But there’s also a fear they’re delusional about your connection with them. They are very afraid to found out that you do not care for them as much as they do. Because they care and love you so so so much and are very thankful to be around you so it would be quite painful for them to find out that you do not feel the same. There’s also a message that they’re afraid that you’ll find a better option (another pet)...for some reason. I’m also sensing a worry that you tend to spend your days daydreaming quite often and not that grounded and present? I’m seeing this vision of someone laying down and lookind into one direction without blinking and your pet sitting near you, clearly worried. They’re saying that it’s totally okay to dream but spend so much time on dreaming can be quite unhealthy so they would like for you to work on that.

How to help your pet: I feel like you do not like to show your weakness and true emotions. I’m also getting a feeling that you don’t like to deal with it even when you’re alone with yourself. Your pet is asking you to be honest with them and do not fear to go and hug them when you’re feeling sad or lost or weak. They love you no matter what and is hopeful that you can trust them more. They would also love it if you would show them your love and care more often - pet them, play with them, talk with them. Spend as much time as you can because you’re really special to them and they hope that they’re special to you too.

A message from your pet: Sometimes you can shy away from opportunities or spend a lot of time before making any action or decision because you don’t want to get in troubles and it’s hard for you to come out of your comfort zone. Your pet is encouraging you to take a leap of faith more often and believe that everything is going to be fine if you do so. They’re always here to support you when you need it so do not hesitate and be more brave and courageous with life.

Pile 2

Your connection: I feel like you two like to ‘poke’ and challenge each other sometimes? But there’s also a great admiration, trust and love between you two. It’s so comfortable & familiar here so you can try and ‘annoy’ each other from time to time? I honestly don’t know why I’m getting this message but I feel like this is your dynamic with them - lovingly testing each other limits out of boredom or pure interest. It’s very interesting and seems kinda fun as well? haha I’m sorry for rambling here. And I feel like both of you are enjoying this little games even if one of you are showing a completely different reaction. It’s a playful but at the same time soft and wholesome energy.

Why you were brought together: You two were brought up together to understand and learn patience. You may have met your pet at the time when you had to start some sort of a project and a very long one (for example, before starting a college or working on some creation). Something where you have to learn to be patient about results and methodical about your actions and attitude towards this situation. There’s also a message that you may have met your pet when you’ve lost something and went through a pretty rought time, where you were lost and didn’t know what to do. Whatever the case - they were brought to you to serve as a remedy and make it a little bit easy for you to deal with problems.

What your pet loves: It’s pretty simple - they love you. Your pet loves when you’re gentle with them and show your love to them. They also like to do the same for you. Your connection seems pretty harmonious and genuine. Both of you can understand each other needs and there’s like this mutual respect and agreement between you two. This is a very special connection right here and it’s undeniable for someone who sees your interaction for the first time. I’m also getting a message that they like to sleep in bed with you or in one room at least. They’re always around and don’t like to leave your side.

What your pet fears: If you tend to hold a grudge because of them or their actions - they’re very sorry. They don’t like when you’re mad or not talking/interaction or ignoring them. It makes them feel lost and upset and they honestly don’t know what to do if you act like that. Be a little bit easy on them, they love you very much.

How to help your pet: First of all, there’s a strong message that they absolutely ADORE the sound of your voice so they would love if you could talk to them about anything you want from time to time. They also like to sleep while listening to your voice, so you can talk with them even if they’re taking a nap - it makes them calm and feel at ease. What I’m also getting is that your pet wants you to succeed in whatever field you’ve choosen for yourself - they want you to achieve the higher places and know that they see how hard you’re working and putting efforts into something you love. They adore you and want nothing but only the best for you. So the prime help that you can get for your pet - is to move forward and receive the success you deserve. They’re here for you from the very start of your jorney.

A message from your pet: They would like for you to not forget to rest and spend your time while raising vibrations - doing something you love throughout the day. Even if it’s a silly movie about superheroes or playing some game on your computer or your phone. You deserve to have fun and happiness. Never limit yourself when it comes to that.

Pile 3

Your connection: Before I’ll start I want to say that I was channeling a message from the picture on this pile and you pet may be one of your spirit guides or a familiar. This is a very intuitive pile right here and your connection is much more than it seems. Okay, let’s move on. I feel like you and your pet like to spend time in solitude. What I’m also getting is that you or your pet like to be awake at night. There’s also a message that they can have dark fur color? Black, brown and etc. Something like that. Your connection with your pet is pretty special and has this healing nature that is quite hard to deny. I’m also getting that both of you are very quiet and steady. It’s like sitting in comfortable silence and doing whatever you want and it’s not awkward and bothering you. You’re doing your thing and they’re doing their thing.

Why you were brought together: You and your pet were brought together when you most it needed it. There some things that had to end for you and those endings were quite harsh and radical to say the least. And your pet is showing up as a hope right there - that everything will be all right and things will definitely get better because you’re not alone. You were brought together to move through these ‘hard’ times in comfortable presence of each other. They’re your silent support and stability that is always around and that is not going to disappear and leave you when everything is crumbling down around you. They’re this creature who doesn’t have to say anything for you to understand that they care. They’re just there. Always. And no one can replace them for that.

What your pet loves: The first message that I’m getting here is that they love night time and like to show activity at this time. They enjoy silence (like REALLY) and when no one tries to bother them. They have this quite lazy nature about them as well. They don’t like to move around that much and mostly sleep or just lay down the whole day. They’re also pretty smart and do not like to cause inconvenience. They just sleep, eat and sleep again. Pretty simple and pretty useful as I would say haha

What your pet fears: They don’t like when it’s noisy and crowdy. They enjoy and cherish their comfort zone and it really bothering you pet when someone tries to disturb them. They’re pretty scared of the noises and can get scared when it’s storming outside for example.

How to help your pet: Take a good care of them and be nice - they don’t want anything more than that. Also, they are really enjoy eating so if you could treat them with their favorite food or snacks more often - they would be quite happy.

A message from your pet: When you feel like the world is falling apart around you, you have to understand that it’s not happening for nothing. There’s no such thing as a personal agenda from the Universe towards you. It’s for the better - so you could see that what you’ve lost is not meant for you from the very beginning. It’s a painful awakening but it’s a necessary one. You can move forward. And you will.

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tetcho-apologist · 3 years

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Flower shop au

a classic

sigmax reader, bonus Gogol my legs hurt Mainly writing hunting dogs and doa content, but might start writing a bit of the ADA and guild next week.

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Sigma was having an important event in the casino soon and needed some flowers to adorn the area. His job was his pride and joy. Instead of leaving tasks such as decorating the venue to some employees, he preferred to do them himself. Leaving decorating to Nikolai was out of the question, you might as well ask him to wreck the place. Hence, why he was in a flower shop with Nikolai, who had tagged along.

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His clown companion was too distracted smelling and admiring all the delightful flowers. He knew his question would probably get ignored but still asked anyway “Hey Nikolai, what do you think of these chrysanthemums to decorate some vases?“ Like he expected, Nikolai just continued looking around. An unexpected person replied to him “You have a nice eye for flowers, chrysanthemums are great for decorating. A fresh shipment arrived yesterday, I can show them to you if you'd like“ “That would be great, thank you, um?“ “You can call me (name), follow me sigma“ “How do you know my name?“ he asked, a tint of confusion in his voice “Oh, your clown friend got lost and asked me to look for you, that is actually why I came over here in the first place. I had forgotten about him, he is by the bouquet section.“ For once, Nikolai's bothersome habits had been useful.

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After that, he bought a bouquet of flowers from your shop every week. Sometimes Nikolai would come with him to satisfy his boredom. He often asked him why he came to this specific shop, sigma replying only that he needed some fresh flowers to decorate the vase in his office and liked the flowers from there. “I don't think the flowers are the only thing you like“ he told him one time, in a teasing manner. Even though sigma came to the shop just to see you, he had always passed it off as just enjoying your company. After that day, he couldn't get Nikolai's words off his mind and started noticing weird things. Like how he got nervous every time he saw you by the shop window, or how he would make excuses just so he could spend more time with you. It was strange, he had never felt like that. He knew what a crush was, but refused to admit he had one on you. —------------------------------------—----------------------------------------------------------------- Maybe it was fate or the universe trying to compensate him for all the horrible things it'd done to him. When he ordered the flowers for the event, he had also hired someone from the shop to come to the venue and arrange them in vases to use for centerpieces on tables, but two days before, the person had fallen ill with a cold and couldn't make it. Since the staff in the shop were few, you had been chosen to replace them. He took the opportunity to invite you to the event, thankfully you had accepted since your schedule after was free.

—-------------------------------------—--------------------------------------------------------------- On the day of the event, he had to practically run away from people to talk to you. After finally admitting his feelings to himself, he knew he had to take this opportunity to confess his feelings to you. He bought some flowers for you, of course not from your shop, so you wouldn't suspect anything. Maybe it was a bit cliché but, hey, what better way to confess his love to a florist than using the language of flowers? He finally spotted you sitting in a corner with a bag near you, his breaths were fast, and he was shaking a little. Despite that, he continued walking in your direction. As soon as you saw him, you waved at him and stood up, taking your bag. He greeted you briefly and started the speech he had rehearsed “(name) I've wanted to tell you this for a while, but I never managed to find the right words, so I decided to use something that was familiar to you“ Red chrysanthemums, a whole bouquet of them. Your face was filled with shock, he felt his face going pale. Suddenly, you took out an object from the bag you were holding. Red chrysanthemums, with a card attached to them. That night, you were both the happiest people in the entire venue.

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bonus: red chrysanthemums symbolize love

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the--sad--hatter · 4 years

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Steam - Chapter 1 (Loki x Reader)

Warnings - Loki, Smut, Violence & Gore, Swearing, Death, Angst, Dark Humour, Crack Humour, Shenanigan’s, Mutual Pining

Pairing - Loki X Reader (Slow Burn Romance), Enemies to Frenemies to Idiots in Love

Reader Description - Female, No physical descriptions, Only referred to by nicknames & Petnames (No use of Y/N)

Description/Blurb -

“So how’d you get the firepower? What’s your origin story?” Stark asked, peering at you curiously.

“Uh, this is my origin story…” You winced, sighing when he motioned for you to elaborate, “I got these powers about three days ago.”

It’s a tale as old as time, boy meets girl, boy tries to invade girls mind, girl sets boy on fire, boy turns into angry blue boy, they become sworn enemies.

When you suddenly become imbued with a power you have no idea how to control, Nick Fury picks you up and dumps you on The Avengers doorstep, deciding that they are best people to turn you from a wacky novice into a force to be reckoned with.

The power burning inside you has the potential to make you a hero, or destroy you completely, but your new fire based abilities are more than they appear, and in a stroke of spectacularly bad luck, The God of Mischief is the most qualified teacher to mentor you. With Loki guiding you, will you ever learn to control your power? Will you ever make it as an Avenger? Or will you crash and burn?

Only one thing is absolutely certain, when fire and ice collide, things are bound to get… steamy!

Chapter One - Ice Breaker

It was every bit as imposing as you’d imagined it would be, not that you’d ever imagined seeing it under these circumstances.

“Are you coming?” Fury barked at you, breaking you out of your slack-jawed awe.

You snapped your mouth closed and tore your eyes away from the legendary tower, looking at the doors where Fury was impatiently waiting for you.

“Coming!” You squeaked, scurrying over to him, “It’s just when you said you were taking me somewhere where I could safely learn to control my powers, I was sort of picturing an underground bunker in the desert, not the freaking Avengers Tower!”

“I utilise the assets I have, why would I send you away when I have a team of perfectly capable super-powered individuals?” He asked wryly, leading you across the lobby and straight past the security teams who did nothing to stop you both as you made your way into an elevator.

“I’m just saying, a heads up would have been nice.” You muttered petulantly, crossing your arms over your chest and tucking your hands out of sight.

You felt him look at you and studiously refused to meet his eye, staring instead at the numbers above the door as you were carried all the way to the top of the Tower.

“Heads up, you’re meeting The Avengers.” He shot back.

You could say what you liked about the former director of Shield, he was true to his word, because the elevator doors wooshed open to reveal a waiting crowd of Avengers, all of them staring at the man next to you with varying levels of annoyance and/or distrust. You diligently pattered after Fury as he stepped forward to greet them, looking around the room reverently.

The first person you laid eyes on was Tony Stark, Iron Man; the billionaire who had kicked off the modern age of hero’s, and next to him, Captain America, the first of the first, the OG Superhero. Stood behind the Captain was Sam Wilson, the Falcon and a personal favourite of yours, side by side with Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldier and poster-child for taking back control of your own fate. Clint Barton aka Hawkeye and the deadliest marksman in the world stood to the side with the Black Widow, deadliest person in the world full stop. In the back of the room two other figures were hanging back, emitting two very different aura’s. Doctor Bruce Banner eyed Fury with trepadition, and well-placed mistrust.

It was the last person in the room that the majority of your attention was reserved for, the tall, imposing god who skulked in the shadows. Contempt and boredom radiated from him, and you couldn’t safely say it was directed purely at Fury. He was also the only one who spared you more than a cursory glance, and you slowed to a stop as you found yourself trapped in his curious gaze. You stared back, trying to reconcile the villain who once tried to subjugate the planet with the one you were locking eyes with. It had been months since he had joined the Avengers, but it never stopped being strange to see him standing with them whenever you watched footage of them taking on whatever bad guy of the week they were battling. However, he had been fully cleared of any wrongdoing in the battle of New York, apparently he had been mind-controlled. As to why he was helping the Avengers, nobody really knew.

Someone cleared their throat loudly and you forced yourself to look away from the stupendously tall god, glancing around the room to see that you now had all eyes watching you expectantly. Apparently you’d zoned out for the introductions.

“’Sup?” You offered, waving in Tony Starks general direction.

“So you’re Fury’s fiery friend, what has that got to do with us?” Stark sighed.

“What, you think he bothered to explain his reasoning to me before dragging my ass up here?” You scoffed.

“She’s here because she has abilities, abilities that she is more likely to learn to handle among similarly gifted people.” Fury explained in a tone that brokered no argument.

Naturally, The Avengers argued.

“We don’t have anybody with fire abilities.” You heard Natasha Romanoff point out, just before you took the opportunity to zone out again.

You were absolutely certain that nobody cared very much what your opinion on the matter was, thankfully. You weren’t sure you had an opinion on the matter. It wasn’t like you had a lot of experience with these kinds of issues, and as far as you were away there wasn’t some superhero academy that you could enrol yourself in. Besides, you were much more interested in re-instating your staring competition with the god of Mischief.

In the brief time you’d been distracted, he’d stepped away from the shadows and moved closer to you, staring at you with his arms crossed.

You resisted the urge to inhale deeply, who knew ex-murderous gods would smell so nice? You looked up, and then up again.

“How tall are you?” You asked incredulously.

His gaze flickered down at you impassively, while you stared back and tried to mentally calculate his height.

“I’m a Frost Giant.” He stated coldly.

“Oh in that case, you’re kinda short.” You scoffed.

You were flooded with immediate remorse but it was drowned out by amusement.

“I beg your pardon?” He demanded, uncrossing his arms and stepping into your personal space.

“Down boy.” Iron Man sniggered, stepping between you. “So how’d you get the firepower? What’s your origin story?” Stark asked, peering at you curiously.

“Uh, this is my origin story…” You winced, sighing when he motioned for you to elaborate, “I got these powers about three days ago.”

“So you’re a baby.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“If I say yes does that mean I can just sit on the floor and cry until someone picks me up and holds me?” You asked, fully willing to give it a go.

It had been three days since your life had literally gone up in flames, three days of pinning your arms at your sides, afraid to close your eyes, afraid to let your guard down for even a split second, afraid to allow yourself to feel even an iota of emotion.

“So how did it happen?” The Captain asked firmly, getting the conversation back on track before you could find out if anyone would volunteer a hug.

“I, well, I kind of…” You trailed off and looked at Fury for help, but he just stared back at you, the bastard.

All eyes were on you as they waited for you to explain, nobody offering any kind of help. You exhaled forcefully and slumped your shoulders, tucking your chin so you didn’t have to look at them anymore.

“I ate a bomb.” You whispered.

There was a very long beat of silence before it was broken by several voices all at once.

“I’m sorry, what?” Stark demanded.

“What did it taste like?” The archer wondered, looking at you almost giddily.

“She didn’t eat a bomb.” Fury finally stepped in to clarify, “She absorbed the blast, after failing to defuse it.”

“Why was a civilian defusing a bomb in the first place?” Captain Rogers asked sharply, glancing at you in concern before turning back to Fury with a hard expression.

“I’m not a civilian, I’m actually an Agent.” You reasoned.

“She’s an Agent-In-Training.” Fury rebutted. “It was her first mission in the field.”

“Baby.” Stark reiterated, faking a cough and smirking at you when you scowled at him.

That was true, and you still didn’t think it was entirely your fault that the bomb had gone off. Yes you’d failed to diffuse it, but you were supposed to be watching the perimeter when you’d stumbled across the explosive device. It had less than thirty seconds on the clock, and you’d stupidly chosen to spend those seconds trying to stop it detonating instead of running away.

“And you put her on bomb duty? Were you trying to get her blown up?” The Black Widow demanded, and you almost laughed until you saw the serious expression on her face.

“There wasn’t supposed to be a bomb there, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Fury shrugged, like it was inconsequential.

To him it probably was.

“She is still in the room, and I was exactly where you told me to be, when you told me to be there. If your intel was bad, that’s on you Mr Superspy.” You snapped.

“Oh I see it now!” Stark briskly announced, “You’re trying to pawn her off on us because she’s too sassy for you.”

“Precisely.” Fury admitted, surprisingly.

“In the words of shortstack over there,” You hissed, gesturing at Loki “I beg your pardon?”

“You don’t have the temperance to be an Agent.” Fury told you blankly, not bothering to soften the blow by at least telling you this in private instead of in front of the world greatest heroes.

“I’d take that as a compliment.” Stark assured you.

“You’re telling me I’m fired? Literally. Because I got blown up, through no fault of my own?” You huffed, clenching your firsts in an effort to keep your emotions from manifesting in a fiery inferno of rage.

“Because you choose to try and handle a bomb you had no training to handle, instead of pursuing the target.” Fury amended, unphased by your distress.

You bit back your retort because you knew it wouldn’t matter to him in the slightest. You couldn’t reason with him, couldn’t explain that you had made the choice not to pursue the target who’d planted the bomb, because you had to try and stop it exploding in a building filled with innocent people. Maybe Fury was right after all. Maybe you weren’t suited to being an Agent, because an Agent would have known that they couldn’t stop the bomb but they could stop the bomber. They would have let a hundred innocent people die and stopped the killer from killing a thousand more the next time. You weren’t an Agent because you’d chosen to die trying to save the hundred, and trusted in Fury and Hill to take down the Bomber.

Of course, that wasn’t what had happened, and in the end nobody had died.

“None of this explains how you ‘ate’ the bomb.” Clint Barton pointed out, and it was a good observation.

“That’s because we don’t have an explanation. She went through the standard medical tests in her training, and all her bloodwork and scans indicated she was fully human. She walked into that building as a human being, and walked back out after absorbing a bomb, as who the hell knows what.”

“So you’ve never done anything like this before?” Dr Banner asked you, speaking directly to you for the first time.

“Not even remotely. I mean my eyes water when I eat chilli.” You shrugged.

“Fascinating.” Banner muttered. “Inhuman?” He asked, turning to Stark.

“Unlikely, she would have probably noticed going through Terragenesis.” Stark responded. “Mutant?” He shot back.

“No, the mutant gene would have shown up in testing.” Dr Banner sighed, looking you over with a scientifically calculating eye. “Can you explain what happened in more detail?”

“Sure, bomb went boom, I went AHHHHHH, and then it was all bright and hot and then the boom went away.” You told them.

“So how do we know that it was you? What if something else contained the blast?” Someone asked, and you looked around before you finally realised it was Sam Wilson who had spoken.

“No, it was… it definitely me.” You sighed.

“How do you know?” Bucky Barnes interjected, backing up the Falcons line of questioning.

That was the million dollar question. How could you be sure that you had anything to do with the bomb, that you had been imbued with fire power?

“During the post-mission de-brief, there was an incident.” You alluded, side-eying Fury and taking a not-so-subtle step away from him.

“Please tell me you tried to set him on fire?” Barton asked giddily, looking between you and your former boss.

When Fury levelled you with a glare and you developed a sudden vested in the ceiling, the Archer sniggered joyfully. You chanced a look around the room and saw that Barton wasn’t the only one exhibiting mirth at the idea of Fury being set ablaze by your.. well, your fury.

“He was yelling at me!” You defended, taking yet another step back when his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky you had no aim and only managed to set fire to the table.” He snapped.

“I think you were the lucky one.” Stark sniggered at Fury.

“Do you want her or not?” Fury sighed.

“Do I get a say in this?” You objected.

“No.” Fury, Stark, Romanoff, and Loki said in unison.

“I can run some tests to figure out what happened to you, if it’s reversible.” Banner offered comfortingly. “With your permission of course.”

“I’m gonna go stand over there with him.” You huffed, making a beeline for the doctor and awkwardly hiding behind him.

“Yeah, we’ll take her, should be an interesting riddle to solve.” Stark shrugged.

Captain Rogers and his buddies glanced at you before appearing to have a silent conversation.

“She can stay here while Stark and Banner figure out what happened, and we can go from there.” The Captain finally decided.

“We’ll take good care of her.” Loki added with a charming smile.

His eyes said something completely different, and you had a sick feeling that you were going to be made to pay for your short jokes.

“Glad I meet your approval; I was worried I was going to fall short.” You sarked, immediately resisting the urge to punch yourself in the face.

“Approval has nothing to do with it. Of all The Avengers, who do you think will be responsible for testing your abilities? You would do well to remember that I am more than mischief and lies, I am the god of chaos and fire.” He warned you cockily, visibly delighting in the way your grin faltered.

You shot a pleading look around the room, but nobody was refuting Loki’s claim. In fact, they were nodding thoughtfully, or in Stark’s case; shrugging apologetically at you. You turned back to Loki, ignoring the deep sense of foreboding in your stomach.

“Well Fe-Fi-Fo-Fuck.”

I have been trying to get back into writing for so long, and this is my last attempt. If this doesn’t work then I am out of ideas.

I know this is a boring start but I have been re-working and rewriting it for days and I can’t improve it. If you enjoyed any part of this, please do tell me! If you didn’t, then tell me that as well. Just give me any feedback at all, I’d appreciate it so so so so so much.

For those of you unaware (especially on AO3), I haven’t been writing for a while because my estranged mother passed away and it brought up issues that needed to be dealt with, but all that is over with now. Thank you to everyone who sent supportive messages and was patient with me ❤

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the-witty-pen-name · 3 years

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Tell Me Your Mine, Darling

Western AU

18+ ONLY

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Warnings: prostitution, mentions of smut, alcohol, cursing, violence, mentions cheating

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Hey! As always, this is unedited! Please let me know if I missed anything to include as a warning. I’m on the fence if I should make this a longer story, I like the idea of this being a stand alone, but let me know what you think! I’d love to hear any feedback cause this is my first attempt at a Western AU :)

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The player piano echoed throughout the whole saloon, bouncing off the walls as patrons moved about the crowded room. The peppy music was perfect for dancing as a few of the men threw back shots of liquid courage and asked some of the women working tonight for a dance. It was a night where the people who came in through the batwing doors could forget about their troubles and the existence of sins, and partake in merry drink and debauchery. The night air hung heavy and the room smelled of sweat, cheap liquor and even cheaper perfume.

The women were scantily clad in dresses only slightly less revealing than their undergarments, and the men still in their clothes from long days of travel. Cowboy hats, rugged trousers, and boots that lost their shine years ago. Girls carried around large trays of shots and lagers, passing them around to the drunk souls who struck rich for a night and opened tabs at the bar.

It was a busy night both downstairs in the saloon, but also many of the girls were leading men upstairs to their beds, for a warm place to lay their head and anything else they can afford. That was the secret that kept this dilapidated building up and running. The music and the watered down liquor wasn’t enough to keep the sheriff from closing and condemning the building.

If the owner was honest, he knew what kept the sheriff from coming and toting him away to rot in one of the two cells down at the jail. Not only was the sheriff partial to a drink or a few each night after the sun goes down, but he was particularly taken with one of the girls who worked there. Sure, the sheriff must’ve had his turn with every girl in the joint, but there was something about you which made the sheriff absolutely smitten. Of course, no one dared admit to seeing his obviously growing affections but the owner knew as long as you were here, and his glass was refilled, he had nothing to worry about. No one quite knows what happened. He went from coming in every Saturday night asking for whichever girl is free and then it went to asking only for you, every week without fail.

People theorize that maybe it’s your honeyed smile or the sweetness in your voice. The ability to deceive every man into thinking they’re the only one to ever touch you. The ability to put on the act of the farmer’s daughter while having the dirtiest mouth on this side of the Mississippi. No matter what drew him in, the sheriff had declared you his girl and anyone with half a brain knew better than to try to say different.

Nothing was any different about tonight, you watched from one of the stools at the bar while the other girls worked the room. Sitting with your legs crossed, your dress skirted up high enough to show the tops of your garters, you sip on your drink stealing glances at the doors waiting for him to arrive. You can’t help but let out an impatient sigh, balancing your high heel on your toe as you watch the clock that’s mounted on the wall behind the bar.

“Slow night?” the bartender asked as she topped off your drink. You smiled, but it fell a little flat, not meeting your eyes.

“Every man here is scared to come near me,” you chuckle dryly. Not that you were necessarily complaining- but you worried more and more as the savings you kept under your bed dwindled. The sheriff was a regular who paid incredibly well, but he was feared. And no one else would touch what he called his. You wanted to save up to get out of this town, salvage whatever was left of this life and do something. You didn’t want to live cooped up in that room and in this town for the rest of your days. You were luckier than most, that you understood and never tried to forget that, but still you found yourself daydreaming.

You thought about the men you’ve slept beside and the wild stories they told you. You didn’t want to live a hard life, the tedious and unfulfilling work they told you about. But, oh, you were so envious of how they traveled. Seeing the naked lands of the country and going to different towns. You weren’t even sure what you wanted to do, but you wanted to have the option. So in a little cigar box under your bed. You scrimped and saved what you could from each week. But, being the sheriff’s favorite girl, meant no one else dared touch you, meaning you have been having to open that little box of savings more and more.

“That ain’t the worst thing in the world,” you heard a voice next to you. Soft, and velvety- you’d recognize the voice anywhere as Dottie, one of the older women who had been working there much longer than you. Middle-aged, but completely sensual in her mannerisms and her voice. She had the ability to captivate an entire room with her prominent curves and everything you know, you learned from her.

“I know, I know,” you try to explain, but she feels your frustration. She understands it, and she knows it better than you do. She’d been there herself. The restlessness, the feeling of being incomplete, the utter fear of your life being wasted away under men whom you’re never going to fall in love with. She knows.

But she also knows the harsh realities of this world and how it treats lost souls like you, and she doesn’t want to see how it can hurt you like it hurt her. She understood how demeaning this line of work is, and how from here there is no way to move up in the world. It’s a limbo, where you're stuck in this saloon, listening to the complaints of men who despite their hardships will always have it better than you. However, the alternatives for women like you are far less desirable outcomes for your lives.

“Appreciate the gift you’re being given, sweetness,” she chuckles, watching as the bartender makes her usual. “As long as that sheriff keeps coming around, you’re working less for the same room and board the rest of us pay.”

You know she’s right. You know there’s so many things wrong about this town you can’t change. You can’t afford to worry about things like that, while so many of the people in this little one room saloon are just trying to survive tomorrow. It’s never going to be an ideal, and the world is much too cruel for miracles to happen for a woman like you who sold their soul.

Jesus befriended Mary Magdalene, so it never made much sense to you when folks in this town claimed you were damned to spend your own eternity in hell. You weren’t sure if the people in this town actually read the Bible. Granted, you didn’t know much about religion yourself. But long ago you learned religion was a luxury only the wealthy people in this town could afford to follow, and they were the ones who could afford to participate in the sins you peddled. But, that was just one woman’s observation.

Dottie disappeared back into the crowd as quickly as she arrived, and soon you were back to watching the doors again, waiting for the sheriff to relieve you of your ever growing boredom. The place was in full swing as a posse of men you don’t recognize entered, talking about how they were on their way to the coast, to mine for gold and become millionaires. You can’t help but roll your eyes, and you keep to yourself as they whoop and holler, making demands of the barkeep to send out a round for the whole place on their dime. Their rowdiness makes you flinch, and for the first time tonight, you find yourself anxiously waiting for the appearance of the sheriff so you don’t have to entertain the likes of them. Maybe God does like you, because before one of the men staring at you has an opportunity to saunter over, the saloon doors open suddenly and you can be saved.

You know you shouldn’t find it thrilling, but there is something about being his favorite that fuels your ego on nights like this. The most commanding man in the town, calling you his- making you have this untouchable status for the night. It was the closest you think you can ever be to royalty. In that bar, on the nights he regulars, you’re a Queen. It’s a rush that's definitely spoiled you and yes, in the moment, you absolutely revel in the power you feel as he changes the atmosphere in the room- with his hardened blue eyes locked right on you.

“Evening, sheriff,” you coo and shoot him a smile, genuinely happy to see him.

“How many times do I have to ask you to call me Lee, darling?” He smirks, placing his hands on your knee so you uncross your legs and he can stand between them. The feeling of his hands on the exposed skin of your upper thighs sent a tingle right up your spine. His thumbs slowly rubbed circles on your skin, making you shiver.

You rest your hands on his chest, rubbing gently, your hands shamelessly feeling the strength of his chest under his shirt. You straighten out the gold sheriff’s badge on his chest, and you can feel him tremble slightly at your touch, which strokes your ego more than it already was.

“I forget,” you tease, straightening out his tie. He smirks, looking down at you as his hands trail up higher, resting on your hips under the skirt of your dress. “I need you to keep coming back and remind me,” you flirt shamelessly.

“Your usual, sheriff?” the bartender asks over the loud music, people settling back into their own business after the excitement of the sheriff arriving has died down. Lee replies with a quick thank you but doesn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Did you miss me, darling?” he quips, rubbing your sides, his thumbs trailing across the waistband of your undergarments.

“I always do,” you wink, leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to the side of his jaw. “It’s so slow when you aren’t here,” you practically whine, pouting your lips slightly.

“I’m sorry about that, sugar,” he mumbles, leaning in and trailing kisses down your neck.

“It’s your fault you know,” you tease, your nails scratching his scalp affectionately.

“Is it now?” he chuckles, as he nips at your skin.

“No one else comes near me,” you admit, and you feel him smile against your skin.

“Good,” he murmurs against your collarbone.

“Ice is melting,” you chuckle, referring to the drink he’s ignoring on the counter. He just chuckles, pulling away only long enough to finish the drink in one long sip, and you watch as his Adam’s apple moves, and how the condensation of the glass drips onto his knuckles.

After he places the empty glass on the counter, you pull his arm to lead him upstairs with you. He takes your hand and let’s you lead the way, he knows like the back of his hand, and at this point better than his own house.

“Impatient, darling?” he teases, “Not going to ask me for a dance?”

“You never say yes,” you giggle, “Figured you want to have some privacy.”

“I might’ve said yes,” he retorts and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Would you have?” you counter and he shakes his head no with a devilish grin.

“One of these days, doll.”

“I’ll be an old maid,” you joke, continuing up the stairs and down the hallway towards your room.

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” he says. You don’t know exactly what he means, but you don’t push him for an explanation. As soon as the door clicks closed behind you both, Lee’s lips attach to yours like if he waits a second longer he’d evaporate.

“Been dreaming about this,” he mumbles against your neck, leaving a trail of love bites that send a shiver up your spine. “Think about you every night I can’t visit you.”

You noticed how much more intimate your interactions with the Sheriff were gradually becoming. You weren’t sure how much of it he meant. The way he fawned over you and treated you like something more. Plenty of times, men behaved this way, never admitting except behind closed doors that that craved a much deeper sense of intimacy. You had always assumed the Sheriff was no different.

He’d take care of you, and you saw over time the way he handled you changed. It used to be rough and impersonal, oftentimes as well relying on you to do all the work so to speak. But, overtime, his visits became more of a mutual endeavor, and soon he was kissing you like how he is now, or begging to let him settle his head between your parted thighs, saying he felt good making you feel good.

“I’m addicted to the feeling of your skin, darling,” he whispers as he lets his fingers linger as he pulls the straps of the dress down your arms. When the dress pools at your feet, he stares in awe like it’s the first time seeing you, and then soon enough his lips are on yours again and his hands are free to wander where they please.

“Most stunning thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers as you work on taking off his shirt, teasingly slow at undoing the buttons.

“You say that everytime,” you point out and he chuckles, running his hands up and down your sides.

“Cause I mean it everytime,” he smirks, walking you back until the back of your knees hit the back of your bed and you lay down with him on top of you.

One time a month or so back, you were sitting on top of the bar counter with him settled between your legs. You were using a rag to wipe blood off of his face after a messy fight that happened. Well, a fight that he started.

“I didn’t like him looking at you like that,” he grumbled, still fuming and he winces slightly as you press the damp cloth to the cut by his brow. “Shouldn’t be touching you like that,” he slurs, and you can smell the whiskey on his breath.

“Just means I’m doing my job right,” you chuckle, amused at his possessiveness. “It don’t mean nothing,” you say.

“It don’t mean nothing when it’s me either,” he pouts, with his eyes closed like he could fall asleep standing up. You are convinced he’s just drunk and doesn’t know what he’s saying. He leans on you slightly to keep himself upright, and you move to wipe the blood that is smeared by the corner of his lips.

He’s so handsome, you can’t help but observe. From a distance, sure he’s gruff and rough around the edges but he’s got the most handsome face you think you’ve ever seen pass through. You’ll never admit to yourself that you were taking your time patching him up so you could just look at him like this for a little longer. It’s always nice sometimes to pretend a situation is something that it’s not.

“Tell me your mine, darling,” he almost whispers when his eyes flutter open again to look at you. His gaze on you felt heavy and you weren’t sure what to make of it.

“I’m all yours, Sheriff,” you can’t help but chuckle, thinking he’s just fooling. Just trying to tease you. He frowns and looks so sad, those damn blue eyes more expressive when he’s drunk.

“Tell me your mine,” he asks again, like a whispered plea as his eyes roam over your face.

“I’m yours.”

By the morning, he’s always gone. He always leaves more than necessary, insisting to you the night before not to tell the owner. He doesn’t want him taking a bigger percentage. He whispers not to worry, and to let him take care of you. He knows how much he affects your wages and he wants to do the right thing.

Lee doesn’t like to pay you. It’s a horrible reminder to him that you don’t actually care one way or another if he shows up or not. It’s the terrible wake up call come morning that you aren’t actually his, as much as he asks you to say it.

You’d just have to say the word and he’d do just about anything to make you love him back for real. But he knows that this can’t ever go further. You deserve to go off and see the places he hears you tell the other girls about. You don’t think he knows about you wanting to leave but of course he does.

The pictures of far away cities are hung on your mirror held up between the frame and the glass. There’s a picture of New York that sometimes he’ll stay up staring at, knowing your heart ain’t tied down yet to one place like his is tied here. He can’t leave and he knows he can’t in good conscience ask you to stay. He knows you would, but not for the reasons he wants.

Good god, you’re still young and have a spark in you that he damn well knows he doesn’t want to be the one to put out. He wants nothing more than for you to look at him and see you could be happy and be in love. But what life is that compared to the life you’re dreaming of. You have hopes, dreams, and Lee knows he isn’t at the center of any of them.

So for now, he settles for the time you share with him when he comes by like tonight. Where he hopes he can silently tell you with his touches how much he feels for you. Where he can carefully tread the waters of sweet sentiments in hopes you’ll return them without him asking. It’s not real, none of it is.

He can hold you close and touch every part of your body like it’s only his to see and feel. He can hear every noise you make and watch every reaction to his touches and it fuels him for now. It’s enough for now to leave bruises on your skin and pretend it’s enough to keep others from knowing you’re his. It’s not, because the marks won’t matter.

He can feel himself inside you, and feel how your body reacts to him. The way to him, nothing will ever come close to the feeling of you around him. He’s addicted and he can’t go back. He’s been ruined by you, and no one else will ever come close to adding up to you.

But it’s not real. He’ll go home in the morning, and lie to his wife one more time, swearing that it’s the last time he goes back. He’ll tell her he worked late and slept in the Sheriff’s office. He’ll make the promise that he’ll be home on the weekend. But it’s not real. Because, he knows that he’s going to find himself going back to you. And he prays to God you won’t be there.

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