#which was very funny when i just sat up and gave my comment to the Homework Situation and she just went Whoop Biscuit Youre Here??

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

hello hello hello i just remembered that my english teacher told me a week ago that she's interested in my writing and sent her my two (currently) best short stories with a very polite unnecessarily elaborate message i just Did that i did do that are you proud of me

[naturesapphic]

Hey could you write a fanfiction with Nat x Reader who's very clingy. So one day one of the others Avengers comment Readers behavior and Reader gets very insecure and trys to stop clingyng on Nat.

So basically Fluff/Angst

Hope you like the idea at least a bit

Have a nice day!

Insecurities

Natasha romanoff x clingy!fem!reader

Warnings: some members of the team being mean, angry nat, hurt/comfort, cussing

You have been very distant from Natasha lately and she wonders why. She didn’t say or do anything wrong did she? She hoped she didn’t and even if she did, she would hope that you would come to her so y’all can work through it. Natasha was fixing her a peanut butter sandwhich when you came into the kitchen and saw her. You gave her a small smile and she gave you a bigger one.

“Hey sweetheart. I’ve missed you. Would you like to train with me? I was waiting and hoping you would join me.” She said hopefully and before you could answer snickering was heard which caused you to look behind you. Tony and Steve were standing there looking at you with judge filled eyes that made you uncomfortable. “Oh look! There’s Natasha’s clingy ass girlfriend! I bet she even follows nat to the bathroom to watch her use it!” Tony snickered as Steve laughed loudly, as they didn’t know Natasha was in the same room as them.

Tears filled your eyes as you brushed past your girlfriend and ran off into your room. Natasha felt herself lose it as she rounds the corner and see the two men she considered as friends still laughing but their faces turn pale as they see who’s in front of them. “O-oh hey nat…” Steve squeaked out as he tried to act innocent. Natasha went behind her back and pulled out two of her batons and shoved them against the wall with the deadly weapons against their throat.

“You hurt my girlfriend and made her cry. Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you.” She said lowly as she looked at them with killer eyes. “I-it was just a joke!” Steve sputtered out as he struggles against Natasha’s hold. “A fucking joke is supposed to be funny. My girlfriend crying and feeling bad about herself is NOT funny you fucking dick heads.” She growled and didn’t appreciate what they said so she turned on her batons which shocked both men.

They got electrocuted by the batons and fell to the floor on their faces which made Natasha smirk. She left them on the floor as they twitch every now and then and went to go after you. She found you in your room sitting on your bed with your head in your hands. She shut the door and immediately sat beside you on your bed and took you into her arms. “No matter what they have said to you, I love when you are clingy to me babygirl.” Natasha reassured you as you nodded your head slowly.

“They keep making comments and making fun of me everytime you aren’t around…they always tell me how clingy and annoying I was and that soon you will see it too and leave me..” you sniffled as Natasha feels her heart break. “Oh dove…I could never hate how clingy you are to me and you never ever annoy me…you never could…” she reassured you and you smiled up at her. “And don’t worry about the boys…I’m plotting their deaths now and they won’t ever be mean to you again. Not as long as you are my girl.” She said with a smile as she kisses you softly on your lips which you immediately recuperated.

No matter what anyone has said or will say. Natasha loves when you are clingy and you will never annoy her for as long as you are alive.

A/n: I hope this is what you wanted anon and I hope you enjoyed it along with everyone else! Requests are still opened for all my characters and remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

[procrastination-queenie]

It's just an inchident | LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Synopsis: you love dotting on Lando

Or

Lando doesn't appreciate you over-feeding him.

Warning(s): Takes place during the car crash at the Vegas GP. Lando is self-critical. Toothrooting fluff, isn't that what you call it? High Lando, don't ask me, but he gave me high vibes in those photos after the crash (hope he's feeling better tho. 🥹) Hints of reader being a foreigner (dunno if this should be put as a warning!)

Author's note: I don't know anything about health care or medical field, so just excuse my lame ass medical justifications. Also some of the comments mentioned in the Smau and the story line are 100% from real life.

"Oooh, yellow flag at turn 14"

"It's a red flag now."

"Is that an accident or .... oh it's an accident.

"Oooh my God. Is that Mclaren?... It's Norris."

"That's lando Norris. Oh my... what an ..."

You heart was beating so loudly in your chest as you kept monitoring the small screens closely waiting for Lando to get out.

Eyes wide, hands covering your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming as you looked at his engineer. "Is he okay?" His engineer was trying to reach him "Lando are you okay?" There was no answer for a few seconds. The cameras of the F1 monitoring your response to the accident closely. Just when you were about to lose it, take off your headset and run to the crash site, lando's mic started working. "I'm fine" you immediately looked back at the screen, not believing him because it showed; it was obvious in his voice that he was not fine, the way he grunted in pain and how his hand was shaking when using the buttons on the wheel of the car, all of it told you that he was not fine.

You were still frowning deeply when they replayed the moment the car was almost on fire and how he was trying his best, very quickly, to control the steering wheel, but in vain. You felt helpless watching as you tried to imagine the gravity of it and how he must be feeling right now.

"Y/n" you looked away from the screen about to ask them where Lando is, so you can go see him. "Y/n, they're going to take lando to the medical centre." You were about to panic even more when his engineer assured you. "It's just for check up, don't worry. They said he's fine. They just want to make sure," you nodded; however, this didn't calm you one bit. What if they checked and turns out there's actually something to worry about?

You grabbed your jacket and bag and headed to the hospital right away. His coach, Jon, went with you to the hospital. You were anxiously waiting in a room until they rolled lando on a bed into the room,with machines and wires attached to his upper body.

"Hey baby" he dragged the last syllable, which made you look at him funny then turn to the doctor. "Ugh, he's on some medications to get him relaxed,he was shaken up from the whole thing." You looked back at poor Lando to find him nodding in agreement with the doctor. "Okay, then I'll leave you to it, he shouldn't be staying for long anyways. We will keep him for like an hour maximum to make sure there are no side effects after the accident."

"Why does he look ... loopy?" You gently hit Jon's shoulder who chuckled lightly at your cute way of reprimanding him. You shook your head as you sat next to Lando. "Are you okay, baby?" He nodded looking up at you like a baby that needs attention. You chuckled at his behaviour he was definitely acting loopy.

"Does anywhere hurt?" You inquired trying to get him to talk. He nodded. Your face fell for a second, worried that the doctor might have missed something when checking on Lando. "Where?" You scanned the rest of his body quickly before looking back at him for an answer. "Here" he said pointing at his heart. You frowned in a are-you-serious-mannar that got Jon erupting in laughter at Lando's lack of awareness due to the meds. "Shut up!" You said shaking your head as you looked back at lando who was all pouty, yet had this look in eyes that was expecting something from you.

"No, lando. I am being serious." You held his hand while the other played with his hair which got his eyes fluttering a bit. "Is there anything that's hurting you?" You leaned into him whispering. He huffed in annoyance. "YES, yes there is. Your lack of affection is hurting me woman. Just give me a kiss and I'll feel better." You were surprised with his behaviour, what kind of meds did the doctor put him on?

Again you heard Jon try his best to supress a laugh, but you ignored him this time, rolling your eyes. You were really worried, usually when things like that happened during a race, Lando doesn't take it easy on himself and he jumps right away at any opportunity to criticise his performance;however, you were thankful that the meds have eased his nerves a bit for him to actually think about what happened. "Am I going to keep on waiting for too long?" The bratty side was starting to show which made you laugh.

"What are you laughing about?" He asked in amusement totally unaware of the presence of his coach in the room as well. "Nothing,... you're just ... I don't know. You're acting like a baby." You answered between fits of laughter. "Yeah, but I am your baby right?" His tone completely changed from sassy to worried which made you look at him in awe. You couldn't deny him any longer, honestly who would? You leaned into him slowly only to see him close his eyes really fast preparing for your kiss. This made you find difficulty in holding your laughter back, but lando has had enough so he pulled you in for a kiss that literally almost took your breath away. His hand was warm over your cheek. He let go and removed his hand from your cheek and leaned on his back to rest, leaving you speechless. "Wasn't that hard was it?" His sassy side was back.

You blushed while laughing, which in return made lando beam at you in happiness. You rested your head on his shoulder, "I was so worried about you." You said. "I know, but I am fine now" he said planting a kiss on the crown of your forehead. You tried to shake away any thoughts of a more aware lando that you will definitely have to deal with later as you lost yourself to sleep.

True to his words, the doctor returned back with the news of releasing Lando from the hospital. You were helping lando put on some clothes since he hadn't changed out of his race suit, yet. He was pulling his grey hoodie over his head when he winced, "What's wrong?" You asked, concern evident in your voice. "Nothing just remembered I have to comment on the crash." It was evident from his tone that he was starting to sober up from the meds. You dreaded what he was going to go through. "Lan, please take it easy on yourself,hm?" You said patting his cheek before giving him a gentle kiss on his cheek. He nodded with sleep glossing over his eyes, he must be really tired; he also didn't get to rest well because of the jet lag.

"Lando, lando, lando"

There were some reporters waiting outside of the medical centre for lando as you both exited along with Jon and the security team.

"Lando what do you think of today's incident?" One of them asked putting the mic as close to Lando as possible.

"An unfortunate end to our Las Vegas GP weekend," he said. "I just bottomed out on the restart, lost the rear and hit the wall. Not the way we wanted the weekend to end, especially considering the pace looked promising on Oscar’s side."

Jon queued that it was time to leave, so lando gave them a final word before heading off.

"Big thanks go to the medical staff for checking me over, and to the team for the work they’ll now put in on the car. One week to reset and go again for the season finale in Abu Dhabi.”

"Of course, thank you for you time Lando. Hope you feel better, mate." Lando nodded as he got escorted away and into the car with you. He rested his head into your lap the moment he got into the car.Your hand immediately took place between his soft curls. Lando hummed quietly dozing off to sleep since he was super tired.He had to be woken up again when you both arrived at the Hilton. He refused to let you go, even during the lift ride, almost most of his weight was on you as he leaned into you. You reached your room quickly, and helped him into the bathroom. "Lando, baby please wash up first while I get you something to eat yeah," you gently requested of him before you let him go. He wanted to protest, but you were not hearing any of it; not only was he jet lagged but he hadn't had any proper meal today.

It seemed that Lando opted for a quick shower since you heard it running as you changed out of your clothes. He finished by the time the food arrived to your room. You both ate in bed under the covers, the t.v on for background noise, none of you paying attention to it. You tried to talk with him, not wanting to leave him to his harsh and self critical thoughts. "feeling better,baby?" Lando nodded quietly munching on his fries as your fingers coiled his curls in place. You didn't miss the way a small smile made its way on his lips, he loved it when you played with his hair. It just made him weak.

"I am sorry you couldn't be proud of me tonight. You didn't even get to enjoy the race." You frowned at his words that he said after a few seconds of silence. "Lando," you placed your plate aside and turned to him fully so you can face him. "You know that you always make me proud. Always. No matter what the result is." You looked into his eyes to show him how sincere you were. "Lando, even if you weren't an F1 driver, I'd still be proud of you no matter what." You tried to comfort him. He didn't deserve it. What happened wasn't even his fault, and Andrea mentioned this to the media, as well. "All I could think about when that accident happened was your safety." You almost teared up thinking back to how he must have felt in that moment and the panic that showed through his hand and head movement, how he must have been taken aback by it all. "Baby, don't cry now," he said, putting his plate aside as well. "No, Lando, don't. Because it really tears me up inside how you can be so judgemental towards yourself," you said, gently moving his hand away from your face that was trying to wipe away your tears. "Baby, you're amazing, and I am sure that one day you'll be as amazing as all the drivers you have ever looked up to and even more. I just know it. Just please don't do this to yourself. It's always a team effort, not just one person, and I know that you always give it your all, so just please don't be so harsh on yourself because you don't deserve it." Lando nodded as he came closer to give you a hug. "I am sorry, I didn't know I was being such an ass." He said. "You're not being an ass to me. You're being an ass to yourself, and I really hate it when you do that." You sniffed, hugging him back and hiding your face in his neck. Warm breath teasing his neck, which made him giggle a bit, made your heart flutter. "Ah, how did I get so lucky," he said under his breath, but you heard him. "I love you so much." You said, looking up into his pretty eyes. "I love you too, baby." He said before kissing you.

"Now, eat." You said gesturing with your head towards his plate. "Nah, I wanna cuddle instead."

"Lando, eat first and then we can cuddle."

"Ugh, fine. So bossy," he muttered.

"Ugh, so sassy." You copied him as he gave you a side eye.

You both erupted in laughter. "Love you," he said focusing back on his food.

"Love you to the moon and back," you said

"Love you more,"

"No, I love you more,"

"No, I love you even mo-" he was not giving up, but you had to make sure he was well fed. "Lando, finish your food, or I swear to God..."

"Fine, fine woman jeez... why can't you just reciprocate my love," he mumbled again.

"Landooo,"

"I am eating, I am eating, see," he said with a mouth full of fries. You laughed and shook your head. How did you even end up with this dork, you thought.

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LandoNorris

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Rough day. Big impact. But feeling okay! Thanks for all of the messages ❤️ See you next weekend

Comments:

Mclaren: 🧡🧡🧡

Zedd: Glad you're alright brother!❤️

Charles_leclerc: Feel better mate!

Maxverstappen1: why do you look like you're high?

↬Your Username: that's because he was indeed high 🥴

↬Landonorris: I was not 😳😳😳

↬Your Username: yes, you were. I have proof. Jon has a video of you.

↬FanUserName1: I wanna see it sooo bad.

↬FanUserName2: me too.

↬Danielricciardo: me three. 👀

↬Landonorris: Fuck off, Daniel.

Y/UserName

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He's feeling better and that's all that matters. Always proud of you, love.💋

Comments:

Carlossainz55: yeah, right feel better, love 💋🙄

↬Your Username: Carlos, I swear to God, i will not tolerate the attitude just because you're Latino.👊🏼

↬Carlossainz55: oh no I am so scared. 🙄

↬Your Username: @iamrebeccad come get your boyfriend.

↬iamrebeccad: Carlos, I've had enough. Honestly stop it. I have to run around in the comments to stop this nonsense more than I run around from one city to the other for your races.🤦🏻‍♀️

↬Carlossainz55: mi amour, not you too.🥲💔

↬iamrebeccad: feel better guys, hopefully it won't happen again.🥹 @landonorris @/your username.

FanUserName1: oh my God, Rebecca dragging Carlos through the comments.😂😂😂

adam_norris_pure_electric: ❤️

*your username and Landonorris reacted to this comment *

FanUserName2: take care of him please.🥹🙏🏼

FanUserName3: We love you landinho, get well soon 🇧🇷 💛💚💛💚

OscarPiastri: Feel better, Lando🥹

↬Your Username: dw, I am taking good care of him.😁

↬LandoNorris: yeah, she's keeping me well fed.

↬FanUserName4: I knew it!! y/n's type of love is acts of service. Imagine her feeding lando and how she would act if he said that he's full.

↬FanUserName5: I don't wanna know tbh. The paps got a photo of her this one time when he refused taking any more food when they were out on a date,and she looked like she was one minute away from smashing the plate over his head.

↬Your UserName: in my defense he was not eating well, and I couldn't leave him like that without food.🤷‍♀️

↬LandoNorris: WITHOUT FOOD?!!😳😳😳 Babe you made me eat my whole plate and half of yours, i wouldn't count that as no food.

↬Your UserName: Sweetheart, back in my country this counts as a little girl's appetite.

↬Danielricciardo: hahaha she just roasted you on national t.v.🤣🤣🤣

↬LandoNorris: @Heidierger_ come get your bf. 😑

↬FanUserName6: What's with athletes having their gfs come collect them from this comment section ?! 😂😂😂😂

Mclaren: Take a deserved rest. We still have Abu Dhabi coming up. 🧡💪🏼

[alesbianperson]

bully!ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: Ever since that project that you both worked on, shes been unreasonably mean to you and you have no idea why.

warnings: mean ellie (not really extreme tho); implied football player!ellie; some swear words

authors note: this is my first attempt to write in like 2 years and just half proofread and english isn't my first language (cliché, i know), so i apologise for any context or grammar mistakes

--☆--

You loved going to school. You were nice to everyone, and everyone liked you. Even the mean teachers. However, there was one person who could not stand you, and you didn't even know the reason. She was just being unreasonably mean to you since that one project.

4 years earlier

Your biology teacher just announced a partner project at which your classmates already began searching for their preferred partners. You turned to your best friend who just gave you a thumbs up, but before you could stand up and walk over to her, the teacher suddenly said: "Before you all get too exited, I already assigned the partners."

An annoyed sigh left your lips as you sat back down, already expecting the worst. Your teacher began to read the partners aloud while you sat with your fingers crossed, hoping you'd get assigned with your best friend.

Which did not happen. When only a few of your classmates were left, he finally said your name. "You will work with Ellie Williams." You sighed in relief. From what you've heard, she was pretty okay. Smart, too. So working with her wouldn't be a catastrophe. As the teacher began listing the topics that were available, you turned around to face Ellie, who was already looking at you. You flashed a smile at her, which she returned.

Within the next few days, you both mostly met up in the library to work. It was funny to work with her, plus the topic was really easy. You wouldn't really talk about anything other than the project, but Ellie somehow  always found a way to make some jokes referring to her interests and you couldn't help but laugh at every single one of them.

You both were finished very quickly and got an a for that project. Working with her was pretty fun, too. At least you thought that.

Ever since then, she began commenting on everything you did. When you'd ask something in class and the teacher answered, she'd chuckle and say something like "obviously." When you both crossed paths in the hallway, she'd make sure to talk about you to her friends and let you hear it. When you'd be studying in the library with your headphones on, she'd come up to you, lift them up on one ear, and let them snap back on before simply leaving again, or closing your books and mess up your notes.

All that with no explanation. And it drove you completely insane.

Present day

"Williams! Keep up!" The coach yelled across the field. You stood right beside him, holding the second football they needed for training earlier. Your brother had said this was a great 'side job' idea, but until now, it was kinda boring and exhausting to follow the coaches' unnecessary tasks. Plus, Ellie was in the team, and you couldn't ignore the feeling that she'd say something to embarres you any moment.

"So," the coach turned to you, "practise is almost over, bring the stuff back into the storage room." You mentally rolled your eyes at his tone and the missing please, but quickly picked up everything and walked to the storage rooms. Without really motivation, you began to sort the things into the right drawers or shelves. Suddenly you heard footsteps, which came from outside. Probably the footballers, you thought, since the locker rooms were right beside this room, shifting your attention back to the agility ladders until you heard a familiar voice.

"Why's she suddenly here too? Shes making me lose my fucking mind." Ellie. You didn't have the nerve hearing her talk shit about you again, so you made your way to the door, but the next thing that was said made you freeze. "Then go talk to her. Tell her how you feel. It can't get any worse than this." That was Jesse's voice. You knew him from one of your classes and as one of Ellies best friends. He sometimes apologised for Ellies behaviour when he was with her. "I can't. What if she's grossed out? She'll never even look in my direction again." You were confused. All these comments because Ellie was scared that you didnt like her? Your thoughts were interrupted by Jesse. "But getting her attention through bullying is better?" A short silence. "At least she looks at me. She notices me. Every time I walk into a room she's in, her attention is on me. You don't understand. I need it." More silence.

You needed a second to process what you just heard, and you still couldn't really believe it. Ellie Williams, the one girl you were one hundred percent sure hated every bit of you, suddenly liked you.

"Yeah, whatever." You heard Jesse say before you heard him walk off. After waiting a few seconds, you tried to move as quiet as possible because you weren't sure if Ellie was still standing outside the door. But before you could make that sure, you bumped into the shelf behind you, which caused a loud sound. "Is there anyone?" You heard Ellie ask and froze. fuck, you thought, looking for another door you could exit through.

The door suddenly opened, and you were met with the green eyes of Ellie. As she realised it was you, she went pale. "You.. heard all that?"

[giddyfatherchris]

Confidence booster

Pairing: changbin x reader, ot8 x reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: a biiiit of angst if you squint and fluuuuufff

Warnings: none

Requests: open for stray kids and bts

A/n: i thought about this random scenario and it made my heart grow a size or two with fluff hehe hope you enjoy xx

gif is not mine!

Summary: After a little incident while you were shopping with Changbin, he takes matter in his own hands to make you feel better and boost your confidence a little

"Why is this so good?" marvels Changbin as you walk down the mall, drinks in both your hands.

You laugh at his comment. Honestly, he's not wrong, but the childlike wonder Changbin often expresses always makes you giggle. He's basically a very buff and muscular child.

"Alright, so where do you need to go first?"

Changbin had invited you for a shopping day. He needed new clothes since he kept getting bigger by the hour. Usually, he would have asked the stylist for some new pieces, but he also liked to walk around the mall. So, with permission and a few security guards, you left together for a shopping spree.

He wanted to stop by a few stores, and you felt more than happy to follow along and enjoy his company. You had wished for the other boys to join you, but the occasion for them to get a free day was so rare. They all jumped at the opportunity to have a very chill and relaxed day.

You entered your third store your hands already full of bags, which all belonged to Changbin. Immediately, he started rummaging through the clothes. Every once in a while, he got out an abomination of a shirt or dress only to make a funny face to make you laugh. You joined in his game and quickly were almost crying because of the new atrocities you pulled out. Even the bodyguards couldn't hold in subtle smiles. 

You were about to show him a very confusing top when your eyes fell on a beautiful dress. You put back the previous piece of clothing without a glance. It was a stunning pastel color and flowed perfectly with its multiple panels. You let your hand stroke the fabric. Your mouth opened with surprise at how soft it was. Completely lost in your world, you didn't notice when Changbin sneaked up on you with a funny hat and pair of glasses. 

"What do you think of these?" he snickered, finding himself incredibly funny. "Y/n?"

"Mh?"

Pulled from your daze, you absentmindedly giggled when you noticed him, your mind not quite moved on from the absolute dream you held in your hands.

"You're not even laughing," he pouted before noticing your gaze of adoration. "That's really pretty. I'm sure it would suit you very well. Try it on!" he enthusiastically pressed.

And just like that, your little dream fell flat. You backed away from the rack as if it was poisonous.

"Oh no, I don't think so. I just thought it was soft," you mumbled before quickly walking away. 

For the following stores, he noticed the drastic change in your attitude. Your enthusiastic mood was long gone, replaced by a distant gaze. Every time he offered a piece of clothing he thought would fit you well, you looked at him with this tense stare, shook your head, and moved on.

When you got home, you immediately headed to your room. You dropped the bags directly in the entryway and said a dismissive 'hello' to Felix who was waiting for the two of you with a smile. The young Australian gave his older brother a confused look, to which Changbin only answered with shrugged shoulders.

You were lying on your bed, a frog plushie held tight to your chest. You stared at the ceiling as memories you hadn't thought about in months flooded your brain. You were so out of it you didn't hear the light knock on your door. Only the apparition of Changbin in your room brought you back to the present.

"Oh, hi binnie."

"Can I come in?"

You nodded as you sat cross-legged in your little bed, giving him some space.

"Did you need anything?" you asked after he stayed silent for a few seconds. He looked shy, almost awkward, which was rare for him.

"I wanted to ask you about something, and before you say I imagined it..."

"Changbin I-" 

He stopped you with a stern look. "Fine, I may have the attention span of a kindergartner, but I'm not that blind. You look seriously disturbed whenever I ask you to try something on." You examined your hands, ashamed to face his eyes. "And you can't tell me it was nothing. You looked panicked." He searched for your gaze, his head leaning on the side. 

You closed your eyes. "It's just because it's embarrassing to explain," you whispered.

He stayed silent with his brows furrowed, a silent invitation for you to continue, you looked up and winced. "I used to date someone, and when we went shopping he showed little interest in the clothes I wanted. Which I guess is fair, but the thing is whenever I did try something in front of him, he always made fun of me. Or would point out the things wrong with it?" You hid your reddening face in your hands. "Since then, I only go shopping alone. I'm never trying anything new in front of someone."

You sighed, feeling so ashamed, even though you knew your friend deserved some proper explanation for your unusual behavior. 

"So, that's why you wouldn't try that dress?" 

You nodded. He stared at you silently, patted your hand, and left the room…?

It wasn't totally out of character for Changbin, he really had a hard time focusing on two things at once, but you thought after telling him such a personal story, he would have shown some compassion or at least would have said something. 

It didn't help that you didn't see him the next day. The only thing resembling some news you got was a text in your group chat making sure everyone was still on for the meal at his dorm that night. 

You showed up at the requested hour to an almost empty house. Seungmin, Felix, and Lee Know were the only ones there, busy preparing the meal. When you asked about the five missing boys, they gave a vague answer about an errand they all had to run before supper. You shrugged off the bizarre coincidence with a suspicious look before you joined the preparations.

Changbin, Bang Chan, Han, Hyunjin, and I.N finally showed up with a plethora of bags about 30 minutes later.

"With everything you bought yesterday, I didn't think you were still missing some stuff Bin." You laughed until you noticed their conniving smiles and unusual silence. "What's going on here?" you asked after looking at Seungmin, Felix, and Lee Know.

The sweet Australian boy walked behind you and grabbed your shoulders.

"Changbin hyung told us about your thing with clothes." 

You whipped your head in the direction of the culprit, anger brewing in your blood. 

"Please don't get mad!" intervened Chan as he stepped up. "We went to the store and picked some stuff for you." He gave you an adorable smirk, and if you weren't so embarrassed, you could have swooned.

Your strong friend walked up to you, bags in hands. "Try these and then show us." 

Your mouth opened comically. "Is this a joke?" You looked at your friends and their hopeful smiles. "I told you I don't do that, and if you told everyone, you all should know too."                    

"Exactly, and that's why we want to do this. Please trust us?" He gave you the most horrid and cute agyeo look in an attempt to convince you. You pondered the situation and looked at them, hoping they would rescind. 

"I will try ONE thing, and then we never talk about it again," you grumbled as Changbin quickly handed you a bag with a gigantic smile.

Of course, it was the dress. It was magnificent, and if you were honest, you thought it suited you, but self-doubt was never far away. You could never trust your opinion. You were probably not seeing some horrible detail, you reasoned.

"You can come out now. We're ready!" screamed Changbin from behind the door.

Turning to face the doorway, you took a deep breath. You questioned even getting out. Why would you willingly put yourself in that situation again? But then, the answer timidly pointed the tip of its nose.

Maybe, just maybe, because you did trust them? And maybe because somewhere inside, you hoped it would turn out different this time. 

You stepped out, left the door flagrantly open for a quick escape, and faced the boys with your eyes closed. "Okay, I'm out. Here it is. Can I go back in now?"

Nothing. Your apparition met with silence, you slowly opened one eye then the other. They were all sat very neatly on the couch with serious expressions. 

"Uh, guys?" 

They stayed silent for a bit more, looking you up and down before they looked at each other and started absolutely screaming.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SO PRETTY!!"

"OH MY GOD. HAVE WE BEEN GRACED WITH THE PRESENCE OF AN ANGEL?"

"MY EYES! MY EYES! THEY ARE DAZZLED BY ALL THIS BEAUTY!"

"ARE YOU A CELEBRITY?"

Bang Chan was fake sobbing and muttering about how pretty you were while Seungmin had just 'fainted' in I.N and Felix's arms. Hyunjin was fanning himself like a crazy person.

Suddenly turned MC, Changbin grabbed a hairbrush as a mic and presented your outfit. "Everyone! Here is our first outfit of the night! What would we rate this?"

"A 10!"

"12/10"

"ONE MILLION OUT OF TEN."

"It's PERFECT!" screamed Han.

You couldn't help a fit of laughter from escaping your mouth. Your cheeks were red with slight embarrassment and a healthy dose of happiness. The boys continued their crazy antics, asking you to twirl and do a model walk across the living room as they applauded. The show continued for a while as they encouraged you to try every item of clothing they bought you. 

Most of them fit you like a glove, and you praised their incredible sense of fashion. Even with the more ill-fitting ones, their comments focused on comedy. Not a bad thing was said about you or the way your body looked.

You concluded the night with the delicious meal your three cooks had prepared and a movie. You were cuddled up on the couch, somehow all touching despite your different positions. 

In the middle of the movie, you subtly looked at Changbin, sitting next to you. His gaze focused, face bare, and his natural dark curls giving him the fluffiest and most adorable appearance. After a few seconds of your maintained observation, he turned to you, a silent question mark in his dark eyes. 

"When you didn't say anything after I confessed my story I got scared you were judging me," you whispered. "But after what you did tonight, I just wanted to thank you."   

A satisfied smile illuminated his features as he reached for your hand, squeezing it. He didn't say anything for a while, his gaze back on the screen intently watching the movie, until he brought his mouth close to your ear and ushered in a low tone. 

"You deserved to be shown the proper reaction for anything you would ever put on. That guy was an ass if he wasn't able to recognize what was in front of him." Your eyes turned round like saucers at the words you were hearing. You shifted to look at him, but his eyes were still on the screen. "We didn't have to put on a show or anything. We simply had to be honest and say what we’re all silently thinking all the time."

[volturissideslut]

Hi darling angel!

So I'm in the mood for some angst!

Could you write about poly! Volturi kings x reader who after an argument with them (why idk) is very quiet, because they told reader that their voice is annoying and complaining how annoying their voice is.

What would they do?

I was thinking a lil sexy time? (about how much they love their voice lol)

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 (𝕻𝖔𝖑𝖞)

I love this idea so much, you have no idea. It's not really an argument, just a snide comment confirming a previous insecurity.

All throughout your childhood, you had been told to "be quiet" or "Shut up. Your voice is annoying" and it had taken a lot of time and a lot of self growth to get to the point you were talkative again

All to be shreded to pieces by a singular comment

It was Caius who said it, snappy after a particularly difficult day

All of them were exhausted, which is difficult for a vampire to get to, and you wouldn't stop going on and on about your day. The plot twist in the book you were reading, the new café you went tried out, the cat you saw on the street and-

"For heavens sake, do you ever stop talking?"

Oh

Instant shut down, all those years of work in being comfortable with your own voice beginning to crack,only to be shattered further

"Your voice is particularly grating today and it would serve you well to stop"

Marcus spared you a glance, but nodded in agreement while Aro just sighed and sat still with his head in his hand

They wanted you to be quiet, and so you were. With a simple nod, you turned around to walk out and they seemed appreciative at the time

Hours passed and they had begun to miss you. Well, Marcus had. Aro also wanted that familiar comfort that you bring. Caius still needed to cool off, still slumped in his chair, but knew that he needed you soon too.

And so, one by one, in the space of around an hour, they came looking for you

"Tesoro, there you are. What are you doing?" Marcus asked with a small smile, wanting to join you

And you had wanted to respond,you really did. But your voice felt stuck in your throat.

Unable to speak, you looked at him and gave a weak smile, turning back to what you were doing

And his face falls

"Tesoro?"

No response

"would you like space?"

A nod. And he leaves.

Aro would be next to see you, wanting that love and warmth you bring. Still unaware of your state, he'd ask you to sing for him.

Just a sweet little lullaby like you did so often. So warm, so loving, so comforting

And yet you didn't even open your mouth

Tears came to your eyes, insecurity and anxiety rising, and yet still unable to communicate anything vocally.

"Amore mio, are you alright?" he would ask, stroking your hair so nicely. So lovingly, almost as if he hadn't completely disregarded you, agreeing with your mates and confirming your biggest insecurity

And yet you couldn't even tell him, voice still stuck

You were cursed by your own brain

All you could do is look at him, teary eyed. Unconsciously, you had touched your throat, mout opening and closing yet no words coming out

"Is it your throat? Does it hurt?"

A nod and a shake

His voice is so achingly soft, oozing with care and worry. A very stark contrast indeed.

He'd call the nearest guard to fetch the other kings for him, and they come rushing

I mean, of course they would. You're everything to them

Caius would kiss the back oglf your hand softly, being patient for what seems like the first time in his lifs. Marcus would have his face buried in your neck, breathing you in and keeping you as close as possible. Aro says where he was before, hand on your cheek as you struggle to for words.

Life's a funny thing, isn't it? While it seems you were unable to get a singular word out in front of them earlier, now it seems that you just can't stop. It all comes out in a jumbles mess of nonsense for them to piece together yet they still stay, listening to you intently.

"oh, my love" Aro would say, never looking away as they listened to you

And when i say they listened, I mean they really really listened

Profuse apologies from Caius because he had never meant to hurt you, he was just exhausted and lashing out and unfortunately you were the one in his path

Marcus is silent, just holding your hand and holding you close. It's later when your alone together that he apologises. He wanted it to feel more meaningful, more personal and felt this was the way to do it

They make a conscious effort to not dismiss you now, even though they didn't really do it much before either

And when you sing for Aro as he so often ask you to, you get twice as much praise as usual

[theemissuniverse]

“SHE’S THE MAN” MILEENA X FEM!READER

SUMMARY : You and Mileena are in a debate of who’s the “man” in the relationship. To be clear you are slightly a masculine woman. (Not fully just have some masculine traits). This is based on a shameless episode btw. This is a joke to poke FUN at the ridiculousness of the running gag that there has to be a “man” in the relationship. Do not take it seriously

WARNINGS : I don’t think any but maybe gender “traditional” for some??? It’s a happy ending either way so don’t cry in my comments pls. I just thought it was a funny concept

MASTERLIST

Mileena was prepping up the palace for a ball she was having. As she did so, your Earthrealm comrades were sitting at the table eating with Kitana. You were on your phone.

Your Empress had walked up to you and showed you a pretty black ball dress. “Look, (Y/N)! This would look stunning on you!”

You took a look at it and practically gagged a little. “No thanks.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

You gave your girlfriend a look like it was obvious. “Does it look like I wear dresses, sweetheart?”

Mileena handed the dress to one of her servants before angrily turning to you. “Aren’t you a girl?”

“Are you saying all girls have to wear dresses? Not very gender inclusive of you.” You taunted at her a little and when you seen the death glare she shot at you, you immediately shut up.

Johnny Cage placed his fork down before looking at the two of you. “Which one of you is the man in the relationship anyway?” They all turned to give him a look and he shrugged as if he didn’t say anything wrong. “What? I’m asking the real questions.”

“I am.” You and Mileena both said at the same time.

You erupted with laughter. Mileena gave you a dirty look. “What? What is so funny?”

You stood up from your seat and swung your arm around her. “Mileena you are not close to being the man in the relationship.”

Mileena removed your arm around her. “Excuse you but who killed the spider last Friday? Me.”

“Spider phobia is a real thing.”

“Arachnophobia.” Raiden quickly corrected you.

Johnny intervened. “Alright I can quickly settle this. Who does the hitting in the relationship?”

Mileena quickly slapped you to prove a point. “I do.”

You felt your face and gave her a ‘what the fuck’ look. “Um…OW!”

Johnny looked to see your reaction. He nodded and went back to eating. “(Y/N), let you hit her. She’s the man.”

You laughed in Mileena’s face and Mileena gave Johnny a look. “How does that prove anything?!”

“It just does.”

Kitana shook her head. “You all are ridiculous…but if I had to pick who then Mileena.”

This time, Mileena laughed in your face and you rolled your eyes. “What criteria does she reach for you to assume that?”

“Last time I checked, Mileena is the one that always defends your honor.”

Kung Lao decided to speak. “Who does the cooking and cleaning?”

“I do.” You said.

“Yeah, Mileena’s the man.”

You scoffed. “Oh? Sue me because I like a nice and clean lifestyle with a home cooked meal while this one likes to live like we’re at the barn in Charlotte’s Webb.” You said all while pointing at Mileena.

Mileena slapped your shoulder with a gasp. “I do not! I just don’t have time to clean or cook. Unlike you I have a palace to run.”

“Right because throwing the 10,000th annual ball for the third time this week really sums up as ‘I’m busy.’”

“Oh god…they even fight like a married couple.” Kenshi said.

You turned your attention to Raiden. “Raiden. Buddy. Please help my girlfriend’s insanity and tell her the truth!”

Raiden sighed. “I do not want to be part of this ridiculous argument.” When he seen your puppy dog eyes he shook his head. “That was a very feminine thing to do, (Y/N).”

“Dammit!” You stomped your foot and Mileena laughed. Liu Kang finally joined the table. He sat down and you thought this was your one hope. “Lord Liu Kang. Be honest. Who’s the man in the relationship? Me? Or the woman that was literally formally a princess?” When he was about to say something, you cut him off. “And if you say you’re too high and mighty to have this conversation-so help the Elder Gods, I will burn this place to the ground.”

Liu Kang leaned back in his seat as if to think of it. Then he spoke. “Mileena.”

“What?” You asked shocked. “Who’s side are you on? So much for my mentor.”

“Wait a second.” Kenshi said. “Who’s on top when you guys go at it?”

“Me.” You and Mileena both say again.

You gave Mileena a look. “You being on top every third Tuesday of the month does not count.”

“We should’ve led up with that question…” Johnny trailed off. “Yeah, (Y/N) is the man. Debate over.”

Mileena gasped as if she was outraged. “You know what? I don’t even care! I just wanted you to wear the dress! Can’t you do anything I ask of you?”

She stormed off. You watch her walk off and you turned back to your friends. “So that temper tantrum solidified me being the man right?” Everyone nodded saying a ‘yeah’ “Good.”

Mileena’s ball was happening. She sat on the throne wearing her pink dress. You hadn’t arrived. She was starting to think that you were actually mad at her.

She sighed, fiddling with her drink with the straw. That’s when she heard footsteps reach her throne. She looked up and there she saw you.

There you stood in the black ball gown that she had showed you earlier. Mileena smiled big. “(Y/N).”

“You are so lucky this is an all black dress.”

Mileena set her drink down and went to hug you. You hugged her back lovingly. She pulled back and noticed you wearing black sneakers.

“I don’t do heels.”

Mileena didn’t care though. You were wearing the dress. “That’s sweet of you, lover but if you were really uncomfortable with wearing the dress then you didn’t have to wear it.”

You shrugged a little. “It’s not a big deal. You like it so I like it. Plus, I look hot.”

“That you do.” She gave you a peck on the lips. “Let’s go dance. I’m leading.”

“Yeah, you wish.”

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[ggukkiedae]

anything for you, noona

date: september 4, 2018

warning/s: mentions of hate towards hannah being added into 127

notes from cia: i am in big chenhan mood rn i honestly just here like we should give hannah happy moments 😬 anyway, yeah

dialogue in italics are spoken in english, bold dialogues are spoken in chinese, korean age is still applied here, gif is from google

word count: 2.8k

hannah gets a birthday surprise that she honestly never expected

The day was going swimmingly well for Hannah, much to her surprise.

Not only did Mark and her manager somehow manage to buy breakfast from her favourite bakery (with the best apple tarts she knows), but she was also first in line for hair and makeup, which was the spot she always wanted because it gave her longer and undisturbed time to do what she wants before going to work. When she got to the van, Jeno and Jaemin had saved her her preferred seat despite the usual random seating arrangements they had.

Something was strange, but she didn’t quite know what was happening.

Even then, Hannah focused on working through the day as well as she could, especially because she was promoting with Dream. As much as she loved her 127 members, promoting with Dream always seemed less stressful. If it was because of many fans disliking the fact she was added into 127, she would never admit it. (It was.)

On the topic of comments from fans, Hannah absentmindedly pulled out her phone and opened her secret fan account. She was free until the live interview and stage anyway since rehearsals had already finished.

“Nope,” Renjun’s hand was quick to take her phone from her hand, “no way.”

She gave him a look, raising her eyebrow. “Injun, give me my phone back.”

“No can do, Hannah,” he lightly tapped her head with the corner of her phone then sat across from her, “because I know the things you look at whenever you pull that bird app out.”

She rolled her eyes at him and attempted to snatch her phone back, but he held it further from her. Her glare was met with a smug smirk.

Her friendship with Renjun had definitely evolved since their last comeback as NCT Dream. He was more quippy and less hesitant around her, and he took her teasing and snark with grace.

“You know,” she leaned forward like she was telling a secret, “we all know you just want to use my account to search for yourself.”

“Very funny,” Renjun deadpanned before shaking his head and handing her back her phone, “but, seriously. How many times do we all have to tell you not to look? Do you remember what happened just three months ago?”

“Not gonna happen again,” Hannah crossed her legs with a proud grin, “I’m way over that now.”

Renjun snorted at her, “I’d bet. With all the hyungs watching over you like hawks, I don’t think you can open your fan account or distance yourself again any time soon.”

She just laughed, throwing her feet on his lap, giving him a smile as he glared at her for it. Even then, Renjun placed his hands on her ankles, lightly drumming his fingers on her and humming We Go Up.

She leaned her head on the wall and closed her eyes, thinking about the past few months of training and promoting with the 127 members. It was a big change compared to how it was with the Dreamies.

On instinct, she would do her usual habits of making sure everyone had food and started eating before she would eat, cleaning and chiding when the others don’t clean, and discussing their schedules with managers among other habits, but the older members were quick to catch on to that.

Taeyong would tell her to leave the schedules and agenda to him, Jaehyun decided he would not take a bite of food until she started eating, Doyoung nagged her for nagging, and Johnny would actually physically pick her up to stop her mid-mom tendencies. Even Jungwoo, who started preparing with them for his 127 debut, would try to get her to not act too mature.

Not to mention Haechan stuck by her side the entire time, just hovering like he usually did. He always took those almost three months he was older than her by very seriously.

They all were attempting to baby her like how Jaemin or Haechan would, and it made her miss the casualness with the dreamies and being able to mother her two babies.

“Noona!”

Hannah opened her eyes to find Chenle running over to her. She took her legs off of Renjun so Chenle could pass and sit next to her.

“Yes?”

“You’re coming to my house today, right?” He gave her a hopeful smile. “You have to! The others said they’d come over. It’s for Chenji This and That!”

Hannah patted his cheek, “And what is this episode about?”

“We’re gonna try and cook for you guys,” he told her.

Hannah chuckled and leaned to give Chenle a kiss on the forehead, which he happily bent to receive.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” she smiled at him, “just as long as the managers know.”

“Jisung’s telling them right now!”

Just then, a stage manager knocked on the door and stuck his head in. “NCT Dream on standby! 15 minutes!”

“Thank you,” Mark bowed to the stage manager then turned to face everyone, “Alright guys, last hair and makeup check from the noonas then we go. We can do a quick stretch when we’re nearer to the stage.”

“You guys heard the man,” Hannah got up, pulling Chenle and Renjun up with her, “let’s go.”

The We Go Up stage was pre-recorded, so she didn’t need to worry about that. The 1,2,3 stage, on the other hand, was not pre-recorded. It was a strange situation since it was usually the other way around, but she just shrugged it off. Maybe it was the company’s newest wey of making sure the best performance if the title track is what the public sees.

Thankfully, the 1,2,3 stage was going well so far until the bridge where she peacefully sang her line and was going to kneel down like they all would so Haechan would have his Michael Jackson moment, but she felt herself being pulled into a hug.

To her surprise, Haechan had kept her standing with him and pinched her cheek while singing “saengil chukhahae!” instead of naega isseulkae.

She gave him a surprised look while muscle memory brought her back into the choreography. Some of their laughs sounded in her in-ears, meaning it was heard in the performance, but she didn’t mind. She didn’t even process the rest of the performance.

It was her birthday?

Somehow, she was able to dance on auto-pilot while mentally checking her calendar. It was the 4th. It was September 4th, her birthday. That’s why the boys were being extra nice to her.

The end of the song jostled out of her thoughts because, once again, instead of kneeling for the end like she usually would, multiple sets of hands kept her up, and she was brought into the centre of a group hug while Chenle changed a word for his last line, “Noona, just don’t move.”

She really couldn’t move, they were all squishing her in a hug, and she could feel Jaemin on his toes and rubbing his cheek on the top of her head. They started to topple over, making her laugh while she told everyone to get into position for We Go Up, which they’d still be dancing along to so the audience in the studio had something to watch.

The performance went by fast, and she gave the boys a look once they got backstage. Before she could say anything though, Mark yelled.

“1, 2, 3!”

The sound of six boys yelling the happy birthday song as all but Jeno, who had MC duties, followed her back into the green room, garnering some attention from staff and other idols around them.

The door opened, and she jumped back in surprise when confetti appeared and her manager carried a cake towards her. There was even a box of cupcakes on the table next to the door.

“Oh my god,” she laughed before gratefully accepting the cake and blowing out the candle, “I genuinely forgot what day it was today.”

“We know,” Jaemin hugged her from behind, “that was the goal.”

“That’s why we’re all going to Chenle’s house later,” Jisung grinned.

Renjun nudged the maknae while Chenle whacked his arm before looking at Hannah, “We wanted to cook for you because you always cook for us.”

“Let her breathe, guys,” Mark laughed and pried Jaemin off of her, “let the officially 19-year-old breathe.”

“Did you like my surprise?” Haechan asked her, making her turn around to face him.

She kicked him in the shin, “I was surprised! You didn’t warn me, I probably looked stupid!”

While Haechan overdramatically held his leg and complained about the pain, she just sighed and looked at everyone.

“Thank you guys, I really appreciate this.”

“Yeah, don’t get sappy on us,” Renjun stuck his finger into her cake’s frosting and rubbed it on her nose. A silence passed between everyone as they watched Hannah blink slowly and hand the cake to a now quiet Haechan who was watching with wide eyes.

“Hwang Renjun, you have three seconds to run,” she, much to the staff’s dismay, grabbed a cupcake and started running after Renjun who yelled and ran away from her and down the hallway.

“You said I have three seconds!” “I counted three seconds!”

The rest of the boys watched in amusement before turning to Chenle.

“Not the distraction I was hoping for,” he began, “but more entertaining for sure. Haechan hyung, you keep Noona unsuspicious. Jaemin hyung, you have everyone’s gifts, right? Can you message Jeno hyung and remind them to keep those hidden? Mark hyung, you’re on vlog duty, and Renjun hyung, too, when he comes back hopefully alive. Jaemin hyung, Jisung, and I will go ahead to set everything up.”

The five boys nodded at each other, ready for their surprise for Hannah.

“When I said keep Noona unsuspicious, I didn’t mean blindfold her.”

Chenle’s voice reached Hannah’s ears the moment the car doors opened. She snorted at the younger boy’s accusatory tone and the following sounds of Haechan defending himself.

A hand that she immediately recognized as Jeno’s due to their matching pinky rings held hers as he assisted her out of the car. She missed a step, making her stumble forward. An extra set of hands caught her, taking place on her waist as they steadied her.

“Careful, Little Na,” Jaemin’s voice spoke from right in front of her. “We don’t want the birthday girl getting hurt.”

“Maybe if you guys took this blindfold off,” she poked forward, smirking when she felt Jaemin’s chest and heard his small grunt of surprise.

A chuckle from next to her caught her attention, making her snap her head in that direction. Mark.

“As you guys can see,” Mark explained, likely talking to a camera as a different pair of hands took hers from Jeno, “Hannah has absolutely no clue what is going on, and Chenle is somehow guiding her while walking backwards without tripping.”

“It’s his house,” she could imagine Jeno shrugging.

She just shook her head in amusement and focused on where her feet was going, following Chenle’s quiet directions of where to place her steps.

The sound of the door opening was immediately followed by the smell of Chinese food filling her senses. It seemed a lot compared to what she originally thought her two kids were going to cook.

Suddenly, she could hear Jisung’s hushed whispers speaking to Chenle. The latter let go of her hands while someone—she assumed Jisung— stood by her side.

“You’re gonna love this, Noona,” Jisung looped his arm through hers and brought her a few steps forward.

“I know I will,” she laughed, “I can smell food that I didn’t think you two would think of cooking.”

“About that,” he sounded sheepish, “we actually didn’t cook you food. We have a different birthday surprise.”

With that, Jisung gently tugged her blindfold off. She was met with Chenle’s couch filled with toys and small clothes. She looked at it confused as her eyes adjusted to the light.

“I’m pretty sure I won’t fit in those,” she noted as five other boys stood by her and Jisung.

“No,” Jisung smiled before pointing down the hallway, “but they’d fit him.”

Hannah laughed and turned her head, expecting to see maybe Chenle in teenager-sized versions of the baby clothes in front of her, but she was met with another sight.

Chenle did come out from the hallway, but in casual clothes. No, the only thing different was what he had in his arms. A small puppy rested close to his chest, seemingly just waking up. Its tail wagged as soon as it noticed Hannah, much to her surprise.

Jisung gently pulled her arm, making her sit on the floor while Chenle mirrored their actions from where he stood. He gently placed the puppy on the ground.

“Go on,” Chenle encouraged the puppy, “go to your new mom.”

“Mom?” Hannah asked as the small puppy ran right to her, resting itself on her legs and looking up at her expectantly.

She picked him up as the other members gathered around her, sitting on the floor with her. Mark was filming her as she picked up the puppy and brought it close to her face, smiling as it licked her. Jaemin, on the other hand, was already looking at the little dog clothes while Renjun and Haechan were picking which toy to try out with the puppy first.

“Hi,” she smiled at the puppy, letting out a small laugh as it started licking her nose, “you’re an excited puppy, aren’t you?”

“And he’s yours,” Chenle approached, sitting in front of her. “Happy birthday, Noona.”

“Chenle,” she pulled him forward with her free arm, giving him a hug and pressing a kiss to his cheek, “why are you so sweet?”

“I heard from Yoonmi that puppies help relieve stress and anxiety,” he grinned at her, “I just want you to feel better.”

“Noona,” Jisung poked her cheek, “I helped, too! I help choose him, and I got all the clothes and toys and other stuff!”

Hannah chuckled, turning to kiss Jisung’s cheek as well, “You’re sweet, too, Sungie.”

“So,” Mark’s narration caught her attention, “Hannah finally received the gift Chenle and Jisung have been preparing since June. What are you gonna name him, Hans?”

She looked up at Mark, seeing a proud smile on his face, one that made him look like a big brother watching over his little siblings. It clicked in her head, already knowing what to name her new puppy.

“Minnie,” she smiled, “I’m calling him Minnie.”

Everyone cheered at that. Jeno looked at her with a smile as he patted Minnie’s head, “I think you should let Minnie’s uncles play with him before they explode from cuteness aggression.”

The uncles in question were the three who were looking through Minnie’s possessions which were all apparently purchased by Jisung. Hannah laughed at their excited looks and let Minnie on the ground.

“I get him first!” Haechan yelled, immediately being countered by Renjun and Jaemin. She laughed while getting up.

“I’ll go get us food, you can open presents after,” Jeno headed to the kitchen, dragging Jisung with him.

Mark laughed at her confused look as he shut off the camera, “You didn’t expect us to let the maknaes outdo us, did you?”

“I kind of thought you all contributed to this.”

“No, this is all ChenJi, you can watch it when they upload it,” Mark gave her a rare full hug, discreetly pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “Happy birthday, little sister.”

With that, he walked to the kitchen to get food, as well, leaving her in the living room with a satisfied smile. As much as Mark and her joked around and messed with each other, he had never forgotten to treat her like she was his own little sister when it counts, ever since they first met. She was thankful for it.

“Noona,” Chenle called her attention, a knowing smile on his face, “Minnie? Like Minhyung?”

“I don’t say it much,” Hannah shrugged, “but I’m actually really glad to have him as a big brother. I do look up to him, you know?”

Chenle nodded, “I know.”

“Never tell him I said that,” she laughed while watching Chenle open his small side bag, “What are you doing?”

“I wrote you something,” Chenle shyly handed her a small brown envelope. She looked at him curiously, but he just smiled at her. “Read it before you go to sleep.”

“I will,” she pulled him into a proper hug, “Thank you, Lele.”

“Anything for you, Noona.”

(Jeno smiled as he saw Hannah hugging Chenle before he turned to Jisung, nudging the younger boy. “How’d you get Minnie to run straight to Hannah? I’m pretty sure Renjun had food in his pocket.”

Jisung snorted. “Chenle stole one of Noona’s sweaters every week and had Minnie sleep in it. I didn’t think it would work, but it apparently did.”)

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[touch-starved-switch]

Irl tickle story 4

I'm going to break this up into mini stories again

I'm going to make your life a living hell

This was a running gag I suppose the full weekend but the main story goes like this!

My boyfriends is ticklish you just have to be persistent because he tries not to laugh but once you get him going he liturally can't stop

I had already threatened to tickle him to tears already but he continued to pester me so I sat so my knees whee under his arms and just lightly scratched over his sides and tummy which he hates (loves it actually). And obviously he's adorable and giggly so I have to tease

"Is something wrong hun"

"Whats so funny are you laughing at me"

"You know you should just stop being ticklish and you wouldn't get yourself in these types of scenarios"

And that's when he said

"IHIHIM GOHOOING TO MAHAHKE YOUR LIFE A LIHIHVING HEHEHLL"

which obviously can't hear that and NOT doing anything about that comment so I rhasberries his tummy while still tickling his sides and he went ballistic so I stopped and gave him a kiss.

The look

He has this look he gives me when I've pushed his buttons enough and he's about to tickle me and he absaloutly does it on purpose.

So I come into my room and he's sitting on the bed giving me that look because I had hid the makeup brushes (in a later story) so I sit down and he grabs my ankle and puts it in a foot lock and starts wiggling his fingers towards my foot

"Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to tickle you... Well that's what you want anyway" cus remember he knows about this now

And well I didn't give him them so you can imagine what happened

Wake up tickles

I am not a morning person what so ever and I was refusing to go down stairs to make a cup of tea so he lay on top of me which made me fall back asleep cus I like the compression. The fatal mistake was that I was using my arms as a pillow meaning I was pretty much defens... fucked

He started trailing his fingers down my bicep which is way worse then I expected it to be and I started giggling a bit

"Aaawww is someone a bit ticklish"

"Come on babe you've got to wake up"

And then his patient must have went quickly cus he moved down to my sides and just went crazy

"Well I suppose I don't need my coffee now because this has woke me up (:"

Sleepy tickles

I don't like to fall asleep first so I was battling sleep but my boyfriend knew I didn't sleep very well the night before so he was rubbing my back to try and get me to sleep

"Do you reckon I can tickle you to sleep"

So he continued rubbing my back and tickling across my jawline and neck which is a new found melt spot and I fell asleep in 5 minuites

Rhasberries

Well after the full rhasberry dare I did where he was adorable and giggled for 2 minuites after he now knows what rhasberries are and how to do them...

"See I know how to do them now you're going to regret that"

I was just lying in the bed and he had his head resting on my tummy and he lifts my top up to kinda rub my tummy (which is a way he gets me to relax because he knows I have an issue with my body and its reassuring) but then then he just goes PFPPFPT and I jumped out of my skin

And that's not all he also did them on my back, my arms , my sides, and my thighs

Then he started doing this thing where he would obnoxiously breathe in lower his head towards my spot then just blow air, then he would do it again, then maybe kiss the spot then rinse and repeat until he eventually gave me the rhasberry

Brushes

I found these nice makeup brushes I got a few years ago when I used to be big into cosplay and I tried to use them on him with no success as he isn't feather ticklish at all.

For some reason he turned into the rock and pinned me on my back and started using them ON ME.

Now I didn't think I was feather tickling but oh my days its was horrific (in a good way of course) and the giggling we don't need to talk about thar because it was embarrassing

And then he used it near my belly button!!!!! THRASHING, PUNCHING, KICKING. normally I don't like anything to do with my bellybutton but I'm fine with the brushes but it TICKLES LIKE HELL.

"Oooh is this bad, does it tickle here? Right here? You sure that's a strange place to be ticklish"

10 minuites

In order for him to stop tickling my feet I said he could tickle me anywhere else for 10 minutes and I would change into thinner more low rise lounge pants

WHAT MADE ME EVEN COME UP WITH THAT!!!

Pinned with my hands above my head top rolled up with the brushes and this weird fork thingy he found I was dying! He also found this spot on the side of my lower tummy and hands down its my worst spot i seriously couldn't handle it!

"Coochie coochie coo is someone tickle tickle ticklish"

But I did the 10 minuites like a boss!

Code words

So we have some code words for my lee and ler moods that I though i would mention

Lee moods: "im bored entertain me"

Ler moods: "let me torment you"

Which means that now when he's tickling me he goes

"Are you still bored hmmm are you still bored"

Which is obviously a tease in its self but its also reassuring as its his way of checking up on me and making sure I'm ok

[bloodynereid]

Okay so very specific request you know the "your never fully dressed without a smile" couples dance on tt well could you do yn and wednesday are gfs and yn is begging wednesday to do it cause it will be funny so yn says she will do it with xavier as friends then and wednesday thinks she's bluffing but she's sees them mid dance and caves and makes yn and xavier stop and dise the dance and everyone in the school is commenting on ut and whispering abt it but she disnt care because she got what she's

a/n: hi anon! thank you so much for your request and I'm hoping you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it. also jealous wednesday has my heart <3

pairing: wednesday x fem! reader

tw: not really any ig, minor xavier bashing by wednesday

Dancing In Green

(hehe get it cause like envy and jealously are usually characterized with green)

You were sitting on Wednesday’s bed, scrolling through your TikTok (which Wednesday thought was a foolish addiction that would eventually rot your brain - she gave a full scientific presentation that somehow succeeded with you deleting the app for a few weeks but who can stay away from TikTok for too long, right?) while Wednesday sat at her typewriter, clicking away at her novel. You had your AirPods in to not disturb your girlfriend when suddenly a dance popped up after scrolling past a random Marvel edit. 

The song sounded joyful, a complete contrast to the weather and your girlfriend but… the two girls doing the dance reminded you of Wednesday and yourself. Damnit. No, moving on. After watching the dance a few more times, you gave it a like and scrolled past it, watching TikTok for another 30 minutes.

But… that wasn’t the end of it, it seemed fate wanted you to do the dance or rather the algorithm did because the dance appeared at least 20 more times in those 30 minutes. Huffing, you finally pulled out your AirPods and ran your hands through your hair while biting your lip nervously. How do you even approach a matter like this with Wednesday? Well… you could always ask Xavier if she declined. With a plan in mind, you called out the nickname that you had dubbed as Wednesday’s when your relationship first started to blossom.

“Weds?”

“Hmm?” She hummed but didn’t look over, continuing to type away.

“Uhhh do you remember when I asked you if you would still love me if I was a worm?” 

“Yes, one of the most illogical conversations that we have ever had. I distinctly remember saying I would squash you instead of having you live out your existence as a worm.” She had stopped typing and was now staring expectedly at you.

“Right, so I have another strange request: would you like to do a TikTok dance with me?”

“Didn’t you delete that godforsaken app?” She said with a slightly exasperated look on her face.

“Uhh yes but… you know what not important. Could you at least just look at the dance?” 

Her eyes scrunched together in annoyance but she ended up holding out her hand reluctantly. You placed your phone on her palm and pressed play. The familiar notes of You’re Never Fully Dressed Without A smile echoed in the room and just as the TikTok finished, Wednesday pressed pause before it could loop.

“You know I would do anything for you, mi amor, but you know I don’t enjoy these moronic dances.” The expectant smile that painted your face a second ago dropped and a little frown appeared.

“Oh! That’s okay, I know this isn’t really your speed. I’ll just do it with Xavier, so I better go find him and leave you to your writing. See you later, Weds.” You gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before whizzing out of the room leaving a perplexed Wednesday behind. 

A few seconds after your flight out of the door, Wednesday turned to Thing.

“You don’t think she would really go to Tyler, right?” Thing tapped out a response which made Wednesday’s mouth twitch.

“Why would I care if she does that imbecilic dance with Tyler?” 

If Thing had eyes he would have surely rolled them but instead he just jumped down from the desk while Wednesday went back to her writing. Images of Xavier and her girlfriend getting up close and personal plaguing her mind. 

Y/N was her girlfriend and if she did this dance with Xavier, everyone would assume that they were the couple. She slammed her fist against the table, an unusual wave of anger and another feeling she couldn’t quite put a finger on overtook her. 

She should go find Y/N and get her to do the dance with her instead, even if it would displease her.

“Xavier. Hi!” Your best friend was currently situated in the courtyard with a sketchbook on his knee and his hair in his usual ponytail.

“Oh hi Y/N. I thought you were spending the afternoon with Wednesday.”

“Well, I was but I tried to ask Weds to do a TikTok dance with me.”

“Did she kick you out?” Xavier said with a slight smirk on his face, you had many similarities but also very well-known differences.

“What?! No! I just really want to do this dance and since you actually enjoy doing them with me, I thought I’d ask you.”

“Oh well then yeah sure. What do you have in mind?”

“Cool, here I’ll show you.” You sat down next to Xavier on the bench and you both discussed how you wanted to do it. Xavier propped up your phone against his water bottle and you both got in place for the dance as the timer started ticking down.

A few seconds into the dance you spot Wednesday in the periphery, walking- no storming towards the two of you. The unusual display of emotion that shows on her face renders you almost paralysed.

“Y/N? You okay?”

“Uhh-” Just as you’re about to respond, Wednesday reaches her place in front of the two of you, snatches your phone from its spot and lightly grabs your arm before pulling you in the direction of her dorm room.

“Sorry Xavier, but I’m in need of my girlfriend’s assistance.” She says the word girlfriend with such vehemence that it makes you smile even in your incredibly confused state. Xavier just stands in the middle of the courtyard, shaking his head and chuckling at her actions.

When you arrive at her dorm room and Wednesday finally lets go of your arm, she surprises you even more by opening up the TikTok and moving her hands to try and mirror the dance moves.

“So why the sudden change of heart?”

“I just couldn’t stand you being around the cretin that is Xavier.”

“Hey! That’s my best friend you’re talking about.”

“Yes, your best friend.” That’s when the thought finally dawns on you. Oh.

“Are you jealous?” You ask in a tentative tone.

“Absolutely not.”

“Wednesday, mi amor, look at me please.” Her hypnotic brown eyes lifted from the glaring screen of your phone and without looking she paused the video. 

“You know I love you with my entire soul, right? I want us to die together and I can’t imagine living a life without you. I went to Xavier not because I don’t want to do this with you but because I respect your boundaries.” She nods and a little smile crosses her face.

“Te amo, mi sol.” I love you, my sun. You smile at her before giving her a short peck on the lips.

“Te amo también, mi luna.” I love you too, my moon. “Now how about we change some of this dance up to better suit your style."

The two girlfriends spent an hour choreographing and then filming the dance, making tiny alterations to different moves to match Wednesday’s usually more gothic style. And the end result was sublime.

After posting the video, you left your phone on Wednesday’s bed and went out with her to listen to her play her cello. She specifically played a variety of love songs that had you blushing and smiling so hard it hurt. The evening hours were spent cuddling and watching old horror movies, both of you ignoring how much your phone was blowing up from the comments on the TikTok.

And that is how Enid found you, cuddled up in each other's arms, being lulled by the screaming of the victims in Psycho.

I added some spanish dialogue because of Wednesday being latina (wanted to also add a bit of my heritage as well) and I imagine she would teach her partner some of it to communicate and give each other cute nicknames like mi luna and mi sol :)

oh and as always if there's any grammatical errors or anything please let me know

[rogerswifesblog]

i saw that your requests were open and was wondering if you could do captain america x reader where reader is very very shy and doesn't talk much (tony's personal assistant maybe) and steve has big thing for her and like he finally goes up to confess, he gets so nervous he just ends up kissing her?

Thank you for the request!! I hope you’ll enjoy it, let me know!

Improvising

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After falling for the cute and shy assistant Steve tries to ask her out..but it doesn't go according to plan.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x Assistant!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: just  fluff  I guess?🥰

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Smiling you entered with Tony the conference room. You were supposed to help Tony, take care of press, documents and meetings,-just stuff every assistant would do...but deep down you knew, you're more like a babysitter for this manchild. You could see it in Peppers eyes when she hired you.

"Okay, Mr Stark-" "Tony, Mr Stark was my father" You sighed quietly. "-So, Tony, after the Meeting, Director Furry needed to-" "Nope." The billionaire interrupted you once again. You have to admit, this job was harder than you thought it would be. It's not really being a assistant, that's hard-it's being Starks assistant. He really didn't want to do anything that he was actually supposed to do. Most of the things were done by you-even taking to Fury, twice in the last two weeks.

It was actually pretty stressful.

While Tony sat down, you just stood behind his chair. It was the first time you were in the conference room, so you also didn't really know what to do. Tony noticed it and gave you a reassuring smile. "Just sit down and relax. During these meetings Jarvis records everything important. You don't have to worry", he said shrugging.

You nodded and turned around to leave the room-walking straight into a solid chest. A very, very muscular and large chest. Without looking you knew who you stumbled into. His hands gripped your waist, to steady you, pulling you slightly closer to him. "Captain", you mumbled, taking a step back.

Steve he feels blood rush to his cheek as he blushes and has to turn his face away, letting go of your waist. He could smell your sweet perfume, which made him always forget everything around him.Since you've started working for Tony, he couldn't stop thinking about you. Your cute laugh, every time Tony said something funny-even though most of his jokes were just stupid, you laughed. It wasn't hard to get you to laugh-and he liked that. He liked seeing you smile.

Even though it made him jealous to see you with Stark-but you were his assistant and obviously a friend. He felt stupid about his feelings-especially since the two of you hadn't really interacted a lot. You always avoided him-at least it felt like that.

"Are you okay?", Steve asked you, letting his gaze slide over you. Not only looking for any injuries-which was very unlikely-but also because he loved the clothes you were wearing to work. You dressed formal, suit pants, dress shirts, sometimes skirts or even high heels-like today. A pretty black suit with red heigh heels-and if this didn't make him crazy, then the red lipstick would do it. You were so-

"...I'm-fine", your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, while you walked away quickly. Steve sighed, watching you walk away.

Of course Tony noticed his starring. "So, Capsicle. She's a catch, don't you thi-" "Just-don't, okay?", Steve mumbled, slumping into one of the chairs around the table.

It took you by surprise, when Tony said you should join the avengers to movie night. At first you thought he was joking-but after asking what movies you liked and when you were free, you really started believing him.

As it turns out, he really meant it.

Normally you'd spend your Friday evening with some friends from back from college or alone watching your comfort series and movies-but this time you were sitting with the avengers in their common room, or more like a living room.

It was nice, even though you were incredibly nervous. Normally you wouldn't spend this much time with anyone from the team-and yet here you were, sitting next to Natasha Romanoff. She was intimidating at first, but within a few minutes she warmed up to you. It was weird to sit next to a deadly Russian assassin-who was clothed in a big, soft purple hoodie. It looked like one of Clints. You knew they were close friends, so it would make sense.

"I'm sorry for being late-I was in the shower and kinda-" "Capsicle, we don't wanna know what you do with your frozen-stick while showering so just-" "that's not what I meant-I just-I forgot the time-I didn't-" Steve flushed after Tony's teasing, crossing his arms defensively. Only then did he realise you were also in the room-your quite giggle made him look at you. A big smile came across his lips, without him noticing it. "Hi-I didn't know-I didn't know you'd be here. Hi", he mumbled.

Tony slapped his forehead at that and let his hand slowly slid down his face. God that was...awful. At first it was amusing to watched the two of you be...well, very oblivious. After three months it started to be annoying-How couldn't you not see your attraction for each other? Even Bruce noticed you had a crush on Steve-and Bruce normally didn't pay attention to stuff like that.

The first time Tony noticed you liked Steve, was on your second day at work. You were with him in his office filling two cups with coffee, since Tony wanted a short lunch break-with you, because he knew you were as much of a workaholic as him. As soon as Steve entered the room, complaining about a change in his suit, he didn't know about before, you completely forgot you were filling your cup. So you overfilled it, spilling coffee everywhere.

Trying to help you Steve stumbled over his own feet-and Tony had never seen this happen. Steve was a damn enhanced Super Soldier-a man with a plan-the hero who fought against aliens to save the world...It was pretty hilarious.

At first.

Since the two of you were clueless he decided to help you.

That's why he invited you to this movie night, telling everyone his intention, of letting the two sit next to each other.

"Hi Cap-Tony invited me-I hope that's no problem?", you mumbled slightly unsure. Steve shook his head, feeling himself blushing a deeper red. “No, no, that’s not-I’m just surprised, you’ve never-“ “Steven, sit down, we want to watch a movie”, Natasha interrupted him. For him being a national hero, he got interrupted quite often by his teammates and friends. “Yes, Nat”, he mumbled coming closer to the couch.

Only then did he realise Tony sat in the armchair, Steve usually sat in. The last free seat was next to you on the couch. Without saying anything he sat down next to.

You could feel how tense his muscles were, when you thigh touched his. Was he that uncomfortable being close to you? Maybe you should change seats with Natasha.

“You can call me Steve, you know. Cap is just…I prefer Steve”, Steve’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. A smile spread over your lips. “Okay, Steve.”

During the movie nobody really talked-besides the few short comments about the movie itself. At this point you were sitting much closer to Steve, since Nat had changed her position and you had to move closer to the Super Soldier. At first he had tensed, but then quickly relaxed and even smiled at you for a moment-which you hadn’t noticed.

After the first movie ended, Tony decided to start another one. “I can’t-I have to go home”, you said but he dismissed it. “Bullshit. Stay, Happy can drive you home later”, he said. You knew you couldn’t argue with him. Not really. He was stubborn and a pain in the-

Surprised you looked down at your lap, when a blanked was spread over your legs. You looked up at Steve, who had put the blanket on you two. What you didn’t know was, that it was actually Natashas idea, who had send him a message when you were busy arguing with Tony.

“Thank you”, you mumbled, feeling blood rushing to your face, making you blush. Steve couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

It was already pretty late when the second film started, so it wasn’t really surprising how tired you were and that you slowly started to drift off to sleep. Your head fell against Steve’s arm, making him gasp. All the avengers around you instantly looked at Steve, noticing you sleeping. Tony wiggled his eyebrows, while Natasha smirked. “Put your arm around her”, she mumbled quietly. Steve shook his head. “No she’ll wake up or feel unco-“ “just do it. She’ll like it, trust me.”

Steve bit down on his bottom lip, slowly taking his arm from under your head and putting it around your shoulders. Your buried your face against his solid chest, feeling the soft material of his shirt against your cheek. Sighing you cuddled closer. Steve grinned to himself.

The soldier himself started feeling sleepy, but as soon as he closed his eyes the movie endet and everyone started talking. This woke you up.

Slightly confused you looked up from where your head was laying on a really comfy, warm pillow. Only then did you realise it definitely was not a pillow. Gasping your gaze met Steve’s, who had been watching you wake up. “I’m sorry for falling asleep on you”, apologising you tried to shoot out the crease on his shirt, which made his heartbeat race. His whole body felt on fire, having you this close and, well, rubbing his chest. “It’s okay. I didn’t mind it. I’d say I…actually liked it”, he whispered softly.

Blushing, you two looked at each other for a moment, feeling your heartbeat race.

“So, Y/N, should happy drive you?”, Tony interrupted your moment, making you quickly stand up. Clearing your throat you shook your head. “No, I-will call an Uber”, you mumbled, grabbing your phone. Before you could unlock your screen, Steve grabbed your arm gently. “I can drive you.”

Smiling you nodded slowly, sliding your phone into your pocket. “If that’s not a problem?”, Steve quickly stood up, putting his hand on your lower back and slowly guiding you out of the room. He could swear he could hear the others mumble something.

You thought Steve would have car, but going to the garage he went straight to the beautiful motorcycle. You had no idea how you’d survive the ride-not because of Steve’s bad driving, he was an excellent driver, but men on motorcycles got you weak in the knees.

The drive back home was quick, much quicker than it would be if you’d called an Uber-that’s also the reason why you were pressed against steve back, having your arms wrapped around his waist.

And Steve enjoyed it.

After getting off the motorcycle Steve filled you into the building-even to your apartment door, which confused you a bit. While opening the door, you looked back at him. “Is everything okay?”

Steve nodded, blushing slightly, burying his hands in his jeans pockets. “I wanted to make sure you get home save”, he mumbled. You laughed quietly. “But you didn’t have to follow me to my apartment door, Steve, are you sure that’s all?”, you couldn’t stop yourself from hoping…but you couldn’t tell what for exactly.

He sighed. Why did he follow you to your door? Now you’d think he’s a creep. “Well, I…I don’t have an explanation for that, you’re right. But…I just wanted to say…Today was nice. It was really nice to have you there”, hearing Steve say this, made you blush. For a moment you had to remind yourself to breathe.

You didn’t know what to say, so you stayed quiet.

“I hoped we could maybe do it again? Well, I meant-not really like today. Not with the team-and it doesn’t have to be a movie night-maybe just some coffee? Or dinner if you don’t like coffee? Or even drinks or-“, he stopped his rambling, pressing his lips to yours.

Shocked you just stood there, with wide eyes and still holding the doorknob with one hand-but then you realised what was happening. Steve was kissing you.

Steve was KISSING you.

Grabbing his shirt you wanted to pull him closer, but he misunderstood feeling your hand on his chest. He pulled away, looking probably as shook as you did a second ago, “oh my god I’m-…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to just-do that?”, he apologised shaking his head slightly.

You pushed your door open with one hand, while grabbing his shirt with the other one. “What if I’d like for you to repeat it?”, you whispered against his lips, waking with him backwards into your apartment.

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[extinctspino]

Okay so very specific request you know the "your never fully dressed without a smile" couples dance on tt where they kiss well could you do yn and wednesday are gfs and yn is begging wednesday to do it cause it will be funny so yn says she will do it with xavier as friends then and wednesday thinks she's bluffing but she's sees them mid dance and caves and makes yn and xavier stop and dise the dance and everyone in the school is commenting on ut and whispering abt it but she disnt care because she got what she wanted (sending to a few authors(

Dance

Pairing: Wednesday x femreader

Wordcount: 1.1K

Warnings: none

Author's note: Hope you like it!

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"Oh my god, Y/n! You should definitely do this with Wednesday!" Enid's booming voice startled you.

You closed the book you had been reading and looked at Enid's phone which showed the new Tiktok trend that had been going around.

"I wish. Wednesday would never agree on doing it." You throw your book on Enid's bed dramatically.

"At least try, you have to!" Enid's puppy dog eyes made you groan. "Alright alright. I wanted to ask her anyway." You stated.

Actually, you went to Enid's and Wednesday's room in hopes of finding Wednesday, but instead, you found Enid on her bed, scrolling on her phone.

You decided to hang out with her until Wednesday returned to the room.

Out of nowhere, the door opened abruptly. And there she was - the girl you were looking for. Enid gave you the 'you know what to do' look before claiming she has something to do and left the two of you to yourselves.

"Hey, Wednesday." Your bright smile almost blinded Wednesday's eyes. She knew you were up to something just by looking at you. You were an open book to her.

"Can we do this dance?" When you showed her your phone she internally sighed. She glared at you, "I would rather drown." She left you and your phone hanging when she walked away to do her own thing.

"Oh come on, please!" You followed her around the room like a lost puppy. She goes right, you go right. She goes left, you go left.

"I'm not changing my mind." She declared and sat down at her desk, putting a blank piece of paper in her typewriter.

"Pleaseeee, just this one dance! I really wanna do it!" Your sad pout didn't affect her at all. She ignored you and started ticking on the machine.

You sighed and were about to give up until an idea came to mind. You smirked to yourself, "Fine. I'll go and ask Xavier to do it with me."

The ticking stopped almost immediately after you said that, but you were long gone out of the room.

"She would never." She told herself before typing away again. "She wouldn't, right?" The sound stopped again.

After thinking about it a little more, she stood up and left the room. On the way to the main area, she walked into Enid.

"Have you seen Y/n?" Her questions seldom never sounded like real questions.

Not being able to hold in her laugh anymore, she pointed toward a more secluded place. Wednesday didn't speak another word and speed-walked to where you were.

When she had a clear view of what was going on, she grit her teeth. You were trying to stabilize the camera because it kept falling over.

Xavier was secretly applying lip balm to his lips before puckering them. "Alright let's start!" You started recording and lip-syncing the lyrics.

Everything was going according to plan. You saw Wednesday and glanced at her for a second before continuing.

You and Xavier were at the clapping hands part and he was about to twirl you around, but Wednesday quickly intervened before it went too far. "Keep your hands to yourself or I will cut your hands off with my rustiest knife."

She picked your phone up and harshly glared at Xavier before turning on her heel and marching away. "Y/n, come with me." You smirked in victory and gave Xavier a thumbs up.

You followed her without a word all the way up to her room. She went through the window onto the balcony. "Start recording."

"Thank you!" You placed your phone against the wall and clicked on the record button from Tiktok. The music started playing and you walked backward until you were next to her.

"Your clothes may be Chanel, Gucci, your shoes crocodile~" This time you sang along to every word.

"But baby, you're never fully dressed without a smile~" You turned to face her and realized she didn't know the choreography. "Wait-" " And if you stand for nothing, you'll fall for it all~"

Apparently, she already memorized the moves just by watching it on your phone once. You were surprised but kept going happily.

"We got all we need, got love and more~" You were so in sync you wished the dance lasted longer.

"But never fully dressed without a smile~" Wednesday twirled you around and pulled you in from the waist, giving you more than just a peck.

Even when the video automatically ended because the sound ran out, she kept her lips on yours until you pulled away giggling with red cheeks.

Seeing you like that made her slip a small smile. She was glad her lips were on yours instead of Xavier's.

When Wednesday went inside, you rushed to your phone and uploaded it to your account that was followed by all of your friends and, put 'My girlfriend <3' in the caption.

Not even a minute later and you already had tons of likes and comments.

You have 106 comments on this video

Wolfgirl1

OMG. OMG. SHE ACTUALLY DID IT?! I'M SO POSTING THIS ON MY INSTAGRAM.

SchoolArtist

You can thank me later ;)

QueenBee

Who would've thought The Wednesday Addams would do this dance. Seems like Addams has gone soft

YokoYoko

Ahh, so this is what Enid was screaming about a minute ago

Snakestoner

I'm gonna ask Enid if she wants to do this with me!

FutureY/nAddams replied to snakestoner's comment:

Surprised she hasn't asked you yet tbh

Beehummer

Did you know that some bees dance with each other when they found the best source of nectar!

FutureY/nAddams replied to Beehummer's comment:

She really is my source of nectar :)

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You turned off your phone and looked at your girlfriend lovingly. You stood up from Enid's bed and sat next to Wednesday on her own bed.

You looked at her lips and then back to her eyes. You don't want to make her uncomfortable with your physical affection so you wait for her to make a move.

She glances at your lips for a split second and gives you a quick peck on the lips. You didn't even have time to react before she pulled away. "Hey!"

"Don't you dare complain. You humiliated me by making me do that stupid dance." Wednesday crossed her arms.

"Technically I didn't force you to do it..." You mumbled quietly.

"What?" Wednesday looked at you sharply. "Nothing!" You answered and waved your hands around.

"But I don't care about what they think of me." Her sharp gaze softened a bit. Both of you were leaning in again... BOOM.

The door smashed against the wall, making you jump while Wednesday didn't even flinch.

You groaned when you saw Enid standing in the doorway, irritated that rare moment with Wednesday was interrupted.

At least you got Wednesday to do the dance with you.

[gunilslaugh]

I had an idea that I think could be a cute fic! So basically the reader gets very nervous on airplanes but they randomly end up sitting next to Gunil and he distracts them by babbling about random things. Like a strangers to something vibe. PS: I absolutely adore your work and I always reread your fics when I have a bad day. I hope you have an absolutely amazing 2024❤️

This idea was cute! Thank you that means so much. I hope you don't have too many bad days 2024 💕

Goo Gunil

Summary: Flying always made you nervous, however the guy sitting next to you was pretty good at keeping you distracted. (idol/non-idol au)

WC:915

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Your nerves increased the closer it got to your flight time. You woke up anxious in the morning and it only got worse when you arrived at the airport. Leg bouncing up and down in the uncomfortable plastic chair. Your flight was called to board and heart rate picked up as you picked up your bags. Taking deep breaths as you walk. Reminding yourself that you’ve only been on safe flights in the past and this one wouldn’t be any different. 

Once you boarded the plane you made your way to your seat, wiping your palms on your knees as you sat down. You took a couple more deep breaths to help ground yourself. 

“Hi, excuse me. That’s my seat.” A somewhat buff looking guy giving you a kind smile pointed to the seat beside yours.

“Oh uh- you know what it’ll probably be easier if I just,” you murmured about standing up and stepping into the aisle. Then you gestured for him to walk to his seat without having to worry about awkwardly bumping legs. He gave you a small nod still wearing a smile and walked to his seat with you following right behind him. You took a glance over to the guy to find him already looking at you. 

“I’m Gunil,” he introduced himself. 

“I’m y/n,” you took your turn introducing yourself. 

“Nice to meet you,” he commented. 

“You too,” you returned. You leaned back in your seat, starting to feel your nerves setting in even more. 

Soon enough it was time for your plane to take off resulting in your nerves becoming the highest they have been all day. Hands shaking as you try to fasten your seat belt. Your shaking hands catch Gunil’s attention. 

“Are you ok?” he asked you. You look over at him, 

“Yeah, flying just makes me nervous.” you look back down at the buckle trying to click your seat belt together. 

“Here.” Gunil places his calm, warm hands over yours, taking the seat belt from your shaking hands and does it for you. 

“Thank you,” you tell him sheepishly trying to fight off the blush that’s creeping up your neck. 

“No problem. You know I used to attend Berklee,” Gunil shares. 

“Really? So you do music then?” you questioned. 

“I’m pretty good at playing the drums,” he pronounced and drummed his finger against the armrest of his seat. 

“That’s cool,” you said. 

“Do you have any musical talents?” he prompts. You shook your head. 

“I’m only good at listening to music,” you half laugh. 

“That’s still good. Musicians need people like you to support them,” he says. You hardly even noticed the plane beginning to lift off due to Gunil proving to be a solid distraction. “Do you have a favorite artist?” You told him your favorite artist and surprisingly Gunil was a fan of them too. Which leads to you two having an excited conversation about what songs are your favorite. The plane is now fully up in the air and the flight is going smoothly, yet Gunil keeps talking to you. He was definitely good at talking. Being able to seamlessly tell one story right after another and jump from topic to topic with ease. 

You couldn’t keep from laughing after Gunil told a joke, but the joke itself wasn’t really that funny. It was his laugh that made you laugh. You found out that Gunil is a person whose laugh is funnier than the joke. It worked to your benefit though since it kept your mind from being able to think about being miles high in the sky. That was until your plane hit a bit of turbulence causing your heart to drop and anxiety to fill your stomach. However Gunil’s hand easily slipped into your own. His thumb stroking the back of your hand soothingly. Your anxiety seemed to melt away with each stroke that you were focusing on more than whatever story he was telling you now. Even after you had calmed down Gunil’s hand stayed in yours and you were glad about it. Finding that you were quickly growing fond of the man you’ve known for about two hours now. Gunil seemed to be growing just as fond of you as he brushed some stray strands of hair from your face with his free hand. 

When your flight was landing Gunil squeezed your hand extra tight while telling you a funny story about his dog. The two of you exited the plane together and waited by the baggage claim.

“Thank you,” you thanked him. 

“It’s no problem. This was probably one of my favorite flights actually,” he states. 

“Mine too,” you smiled at him. You picked up your bag when you saw it come around. Gunil’s came around shortly after and he grabbed his too. “I guess this is it,” you voiced. 

“Could I get your number actually? I would like to get to know you more,” he asked. He sounds a bit awkward for the first time since he started talking to you. 

“Sure, I wanna get to know you more too,” you told him, taking out your phone. The two of you exchanged numbers. 

“Great, I’ll text you,” he says. 

“I’ll be waiting,” you replied. With a wave goodbye the pair of you split. You had just settled your things into the car when your phone went off. 

“Didn’t want you to wait too long :)” it was a text from Gunil and it made your heart flutter.

[mydarllinglover]

Stars Collided || Nine

Previous

The three had been travelling well into the night.

Anakin was the one to steer the horses, claiming that he'd been doing it since he was a child, his puppy sat in his lap, the whole time, he hadn't even bothered to ask either of the girls to carry him.

"What are we gonna call them?" Ahsoka asked, holding her puppy up in one hand, to stop him from chewing on her hair.

"Artoo." Anakin answered, without hesitation.

"Oh, have you just had that name picked out for a while?" Lovisa looked at him, confused, and so did Ahsoka.

"No, he just looks like an Artoo." He shrugged. "He looks like a Threepio, and he looks like a Seven" Anakin placed his right hand on each of the other puppies heads, as he named them.

“Two, three, seven…” Ahsoka mumbled to herself.

"Guess that's figured out, then" Lovisa looked at Threepio. "Guess I finally gave my parents a heir" She joked "Prince Threepio."

"A dog as the next king?" Anakin chuckled.

"Yes, he's my son, and it's my next of kin that gets the throne after me."

"So... Lovey... anything new going on with you?" Ahsoka asked, with an obvious hinting tone.

"Uhm, no, I don't think so." She refused to look at her friend. "Nothing that you don't already know."

"Are you sure?" Ahsoka asked. "How's the dating life going?"

"Snips, how is yours going?" She side eyed her, catching on to what she was getting at.

"Nothing much to share, so tell me again how you knew Anakin was leaving?"

"The same as you, I suppose." She looked at the sky, feigning boredom.

"Liar."

"Ahsoka, you're distracting, I'm trying to focus." Anakin snapped.

"Look, if you guys are sneaking around, which I know you are-"

"We're not!" They both cut her off.

"I'm not a fool, but, as I was saying, I don't care if you are, happy for you, but don't leave me out of the loop, you need at least one alliance, because Lovey, you would have been locked up in a tower, with no way of leaving, by your parents, if it weren't for me."

"I wish to not talk about this anymore, Anakin, how much longer, is left?"

"Day and a half, M'lady." He answered.

"Very well." She sighed.

"Eurgh!" Ahsoka shrieked. "Seven just pissed on me!"

Anakin couldn't help himself but to burst out laughing, and when he turned to look at her, his stomach hurt by how much he laughed, which started Lovisa off, as she found delight in her friends misery, as well.

"Stop laughing, it's not funny!" The girl scowled, as she held Seven high in the air, again.

"I think that might be karma." Anakin wiped at his eyes.

"For what?!" She snapped at him.

"For invading our private business." Lovisa answered.

"Oh, so there is private business between you two?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

"No." Both their smiles had dropped.

"I have clean clothes, in my bag, you need to stop." Ahsoka sighed, grabbing her satchel from the back of the carriage.

"Soka, we're in the middle of nowhere." Anakin scrunched his nose up.

"Exactly, no one will see me." She shrugged.

"Fine" he rolled his eyes, steering the horses to a stop, and when given the chance, Ahsoka hopped out of the Carriage.

"Lovey." She nodded her head, for the princess to follow, which she did, getting up to also jump out.

"Woah, woah, woah, where are you going?" He asked Lovisa.

"With Snips." She answered, as if it was obvious. "She can't go off by herself."

"And you're not supposed to leave my side, something could happen."

"We're perfectly able to handle ourselves, skyguy." Ahsoka told him.

"Yeah, we'll be fine."

"Don't go too far!" He called after them, as they headed into the trees.

"He is definitely worse than Colo." Ahsoka commented.

"Least Colo would encourage us to go and venture places." Lovisa agreed. "He'd follow us the whole time, but he would still let us."

"Tell me what's going on between you two." Ahsoka pressed.

"Snips." She sighed.

"Come on, we're supposed to be best friends, who am I gonna even tell?"

"If you already know somethings going on, why are you so insistent on asking?"

"Because I want you to tell me, with your own words, we've told each other everything since we could talk."

"Fine, we kissed." She finally admitted. "A lot."

"And?" Ahsoka pushed, as she handed her cloak to Lovisa to hold, so she could take off her dress.

"He... he wants a relationship."

"But you don't?" She furrowed her brows.

"It's not that." Lovisa sighed, as she leaned against a tree. "I'm being realistic, but he refuses to listen, thinks we have a chance, regardless, even if I'm to be queen, he doesn't think it matters, that we can just keep this to ourselves, for the rest of our lives."

"How are you supposed to do that?"

"Exactly! Thank you. I have expectations, that he can't meet, I can't just appear single my entire life, and bare no children, the people would talk, my throne would be at risk, so many things are against us."

"So why not just end it?" Ahsoka asked, as she changed into a brown skirt, with a matching tube top.

"Because, whenever I try to make him see reason... he just says the most beautiful things, and I can't fight temptation, I never have been able to, my chest feels on fire every time he's around, and... I don't know." Her fingers were in her hair, tugging at her roots. "How on earth am I supposed to just, get over him and move on to someone else, knowing I will never be happy with them, when I experienced having him in my life."

"I didn't realise it was this bad." Ahsoka side eyed her.

"What do you mean?"

"You fell hard, you're nearly in love with him."

"Don't say that, Snips!" She said with frustration, dropping her face into her hands. "There's no coming back if those words are out in the air."

"I think it's too late." She said, with pity, disposing her dirty dress in a bush. "Compose yourself, we gotta go back, before he comes looking for us."

"Right." Lovisa lifted her head, fanning her blushed cheeks, as they turned back.

Their arms were linked, as they walked through the trees.

"Wait." Ahsoka stopped walking, halting Lovisa, as well.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Someone's here."

"It's probably just Anakin." Lovisa shrugged, about to continue walking, but Ahsoka pulled her back.

"No, it's not him, I can tell."

That's when two figures walked out, in front of them.

They were both male, and although they were both taller than the girls, one was a whole foot taller than the other, they both looked dirty, like they hadn't bathed in a while, and their hair looked outgrown, even their facial hair was in need of a groom.

"What are two young ladies doing out here, all by yourselves?" The shorter one hollered at them. "You should know this ain't a place for the likes of you."

"We're just on our way." Ahsoka answered, having a tight grip on Lovisa. "Our friend isn't too far."

"You seem pretty jumpy." The man disregarded Ahsoka, eying Lovisa, who tried with her might to hide her fear, but it was rather hard. "You ain't from around here, are ya?"

"Look, our friend's gonna come looking for us, and you don't wanna be around when he gets here." Ahsoka moved so that Lovisa was stood behind her.

"What, you do all her talking?" The man finally paid attention to the girl.

"Leave her alone, alright, we ain't troubling you, so move on."

"Let's just take the both of 'em and get out of here." The taller, brutish one, said.

"You two are from the kingdom, ain't ya?" The short one smirked, still staring at Lovisa, examining her clothes, especially her cloak.

"I recognise her, Jaa, yeah, she's from the kingdom, alright."

Lovisa bowed her head, trying to hide her face, begging they wouldn't recognise.

"Shit, Jaa, that's the lil princess." The taller one finally realised.

"Come off it, Lon." Jaa scoffed.

"Nah, honest, that's the princess, swear it on my ma. I would never forget a face like that."

Lovisa's heart raced, begging that Anakin was near.

"You really the princess?" Jaa asked.

"She's not, alright, we're not from the kingdom." Ahsoka told him.

"Well, my friend here claims she is. He swore it on his ma."

"Then he must not treasure his ma, cause she ain't."

"Then why ain't she talking, eh? I hear the princess loves running her mouth."

"I can talk, I just don't wanna talk to the likes of you two." Lovisa deepened her voice, trying her hardest to shake her posh accent, from living in the palace.

"You are the princess!" Lon gasped.

"Lon, grab her, we can get rid of her servant, this ones gonna make us a pretty penny." Jaa grinned.

The large man stepped forward, yanking Ahsoka by the arm, and throwing her to the ground, roughly, so that he could grab Lovisa.

"Get off her!" Ahsoka shouted, as she got to her feet quickly, finding a branch on the ground, and whacked the man with it.

"Cunt!" Lon shouted, as he tried to stop Lovisa from wiggling out of his grip, and stopping Ahsoka from attacking him.

They had both missed Jaa grabbing a switch blade from his pocket.

Lovisa bit hard on her captors arm, causing the man to drop her to the ground.

"Argh." He screamed, seeing that she had drawn blood.

Jaa had grabbed the princess by her hair, yanking her up, as he held the switchblade to her throat, daring her to try anything.

"What you gonna do now? Huh?" He asked, staring down Ahsoka, who had paused, seeing that her friend was in danger, once more. "Drop it."

She did as he told, throwing the branch away from her, raising her hands above her head.

"You hurt her, and you're dead." She spat.

He laughed at her, before sniffing Lovisa's hair, as she cringed away from him.

"What are you gonna do? Find another twig to hit us with? Lon, we'll take her, I like 'em feisty."

Lon went to take a step forward, toward the girl, but as he did, a sword slashed from his shoulder, to his opposite hip, slicing through his abdomen.

He fell to the ground with two loud thuds, blood spilling from his torn body, soaking the ground in blood, and with him on the ground, the attacker was revealed.

Anakin Skywalker stood there, with his sword raised, assessing the scene, his eyes were sharp, and the muscles in his jaw was tense, as he laid his eyes on the princess, and the man with the blade to her throat.

"S-stay back!" Jaa, shouted at him, as he pulled Lovisa with him, creating distance between them and the Jedi.

"You let her go, now, and I'll spare your life." Anakin bargained.

"How do I know you ain't gonna do what you did to my friend?" Jaa's voice shook with fear, as he spoke.

"The longer you hold that little knife to her throat, the slimmer my mercy is." He replied, with boredom.

Jaa, dropped his hands instantly, shoving the princess, in order to bolt it, but Ahsoka was quicker, tripping him, and letting him fall on his face.

"Are you okay?" Anakin helped Lovisa up, from the ground.

"Yeah- yes, I'm okay." She nodded, looking between him and the two other men.

Anakin held her jaw, lifting her face, as he checked her for injuries, that's when he noticed a tiny nick on her throat, from where Jaa had held the knife to it.

"He hurt you." The boy glared, as he gently swiped at it.

"What? It doesn't hurt." She shook her head.

"Doesn't matter." He decided, stepping away from her, and to the man who had tried to scramble away, but Ahsoka dug her boot into his chest.

He twirled his sword in his hand, effortlessly, as he grabbed the man by his grimy hair, forcing him to his knees.

"This is what's gonna happen, you're gonna apologise to these fine ladies, sincerely, and beg for their forgiveness, then I'm going to split you open, from your mouth, to your navel, you understand that?" He asked, casually.

The man blubbered and cried, begging Anakin to let him go, but this only seemed to piss him off more, tightening his grip on his hair.

"I didn't ask you to cry like a bitch, I asked if you understood." Anakin mocked.

He nodded his head profusely.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, have mercy on me, don't let him kill me, please, please!" He cried, repeatedly, his hands clenched together, looking as though he were talking to God. "Don't let him kill me, please, I'm a good man, I- I am a good man, I don't deserve this."

Ahsoka spat at him.

"Have fun in hell." She said, nodding at Anakin, whilst Lovisa watched, unmoving, not being able to even blink, as Anakin forced his sword into the man's open mouth, and slashed it down, just like he said he would.

He let go of the man, letting the two sides of his body drop to the ground, and just like his friend, his own blood spilled out, around him.

"Let's go." Anakin sighed, flicking his sword, causing blood to splatter, then used an handkerchief to wipe it clean, before placing it back in its scabbard.

He placed his open palm on the small of Lovisa's back, guiding her back towards the carriage, as she stared open wide, attempting to process the brutality she had just witnessed the man she had feelings for, do, simply for leaving the tiniest cut on her.

She hadn't even noticed it, but now, it burned, as she ran her finger over it, knowing that a life was taken, for it.

She tried telling herself that they were bad people, they were foul, and that they had disgusting plans for her, and her friend, but never once in her life, had she watched life leave a man's eyes.

What Anakin had done, went against everything the Jedi stood for, the Jedi did not kill, and they did not strike first, ever, and not one of the men had a weapon on him, as he struck them down.

Next

[buckysred]

Vee

Valkyrie x Fem!Reader 

Summary: You've got some cuts and bruises on your face and Valkyrie is determined to help you. 

Warnings: Cursing, lots of fluffy fluff, reader has medium to long hair?, hurt/comfort, terrible editing

Word Count: 1700

A/N: This is quite possibly my favorite character I’ve ever written for. I love Valkyrie and she deserves more love. Please enjoy and let me know what you think! <3

“What is that there on your face?”

You were currently standing in front of your bathroom mirror, getting ready for bed, when Valkyrie’s voice rang through the air. Through the mirror, you could see her standing there with her arms crossed and eyebrows drawn tight. You thought she wasn’t supposed to be back from her mission until tomorrow.

You huffed out an exhausted breath and attempted to hide the cuts and bruises adorning your face behind your curtain of hair. “Hey, you’re home. I didn’t think you’d be back until tomorrow night.”

All you got was the same remarkable glare and steadily growing impatience from her with every breath you took.

You sighed, defeated. “Nothing. It’s nothing, really.”

Her head tilted to the side mockingly. “Oooh, right. So, let me guess, those purple spots and red slices across your face, is what, just paint? Or no, maybe it’s food from supper?”

You rolled your eyes at her dramatics. “Vee, please. I’m tired, can we talk about this in the morning? I’ve missed you.”

The ridicule in her face melted, turning into one of disbelief. “Are you serious right now?”

Turning away from the sink to face her, giving her a full look at the messy array of your face, you gave her a tentative smile. “Um, yes, please?”

She threw her arms out from their crossed position, exasperated. After a paused moment, she started to take quick steps closing the gap between you. “No. Absolutely not.” Valkyrie reached to put both of her hands on your face.

In response, you tried to bat away her inspection, but one sharp glance from her had you stopping your assault.

You scowled at her, but your chest filled with warmth at her attention. A small smirk worked its way onto Val’s face. “You’re cute when you’re trying to act put off.”

“I’m not trying to do anything. I am put off,” You grumbled under your breath.

Since you both were so close, Valkyrie heard your words, loud and clear, but she wisely decided not to comment further.

In her close examination of your face, she poked a particularly gnarly bruise on your cheekbone, which caused you to let out a yelp.

“Whoops. Just trying to make sure it’s not actually really paint or food.”

Your scowl deepened. “Har-Har.”

Amusement flitted across her eyes, loosening the scrunch of her eyebrows. “I can see you don’t find it very amusing, but I thought it was quite funny.”

You knew this little routine well. Ever since Valkyrie lost her sisters to the death goddess, Hela, her willingness to be openly emotional wasn’t very often. But something, in particular, sparked in her when anything happened to you. Always the protector, your Vee.

When you decided to speak next, your voice was sincere, “I am fine, you know. I’m not going to kneel over from a couple of scratches and bumps.”

Valkyrie chose to ignore that. She let her fingers lightly dust across your forehead where you knew a particularly bad pair of scratches lay.  “These need to be cleaned to keep from possible infection.” You opened your mouth to protest, but she held up a finger in front of your face. “And no arguing. If you want to do something useful with your mouth, I have some ideas, but until then, keep it shut, yes?”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise at her bluntness, but you couldn’t help the smile that bloomed across your mouth. Valkyrie rolled her eyes at your goofy, lovesick grin and grabbed your wrist, and led you to the toilet seat. She gestured down to it. “Sit.”

And you sat. Because in the end, fighting her was nearly pointless when it came to things like this.

Valkyrie turned away to reach into the medicine cabinet. She mumbled to herself as she searched, “No, no. Definitely, not. Uh.. oh, is that? No…,” and then, finally, an “Ah, ha! Gotcha,” flooded the air, and you knew she finally found the first aid kit.

She turned to you with a proud smile, holding up the white plastic box. “I got it.”

You arched an eyebrow at her and deadpanned, “Yeah, honey, I can see that.”

It was her turn to scowl at you, which caused an unexpected laugh to breach past your lips.

“Oh, so this you laugh at, but at my jokes, it’s crickets.”

“No, because that was actually funny.” Those brown eyes rolled, again, at your expense.

Valkyrie made her way back over to you and crouched down between your legs, so she could easily tend to your wounds. You frowned, another futile protest getting ready to break your lips, but once more Valkyrie beat you to it.

Her eyes were unusually soft as she spoke, “Just let me take care of you. Please.” A leak of desperation found its way into her voice, making your heart tug in your chest. You dipped your head in resignation.

Valkyrie put her hand beneath your chin and pushed your head back up so that your eyes were looking into hers. She let one finger stroke over your cheekbone and then drag a path down your cheek to your collarbone. “I do care, you know. I care a lot about you. So, just let me take care of my girl. Just this once without any further fighting.”

Well, fuck. When she said shit like that, how the hell were you supposed to deny her?

You leaned down to push a kiss onto her cheek. “I know you care, Vee. You don’t have to tell me, baby. I got you.”

You dramatically clasped your hands together and sat straighter. “Okay, doc. I’m ready. Just tell it to me straight. Am I gonna make it?”

The raw vulnerability scribbled across Valkyrie’s face washed away into elation. A loud laugh boomed into the room, her head throwing back with the action. You beamed with pride at the noise.

When she finally pulled herself together, she let out a hum. “Oh, god. I do hate to tell you, but I think you might just…live.”

You shook your head, mock horror covering your features. You ducked your head down into her shoulder, wincing a little when the cuts hit Valkyrie’s shoulder bone. “No. No, say it isn’t true!”

You pulled your head back to see Valkyrie reaching into the idle first aid kit, she shook her head solemnly as she pick up an alcohol wipe. “I’m afraid so. There isn’t much we can do but to let you live.”

You gasped teasingly, but when Valkyrie went and swiped the wipe across your forehead, you really did gasp, for real. “Hey! Ow! A little heads up there, speedy Gonzalas, jeez.”

For the third time, Valkyrie rolls her eyes, amused. “Oh, don’t be such a cry baby. It’s just a little stinging.”

You pouted, letting your bottom lip pop out. “Tell that to my aching forehead.”

Valkyrie didn’t answer you, just put her hand on your knee and started rubbing comforting circles there. That little action soothed you more than any words could’ve.

Val went to reach for the ointment next, to most likely over-apply on your face like a moisturizer of sorts, when she finally asked you the question you’d been waiting to hear.

“So, how exactly did you wind up getting these cuts and bruises?”

“Mmm, I uh, fell. I fell down- fell down a flight of stairs.”

Valkyrie’s lips pursed in false interest. “A flight of stairs, you say?”

You quickly nodded as she started to apply the ointment.

“Do these flight of stairs go along with the paint story or the food one? You know, just so I can keep track.”

You pretended to think for a moment. “I think the paint one would make more sense. I fell, and at the bottom of the steps were a bunch of paint cans which I crashed into, creating the mess on my face.”

Valkyrie’s hand went to the back of your neck squeezing lightly. “Just tell me. It’s not like I’m going to do anything drastic.”

Your face deadpanned and at your look, Val’s hands went up in surrender. “Fine. This time, I promise not to do anything unreasonable.”

You cocked an eyebrow at her, very easily picking up on her choice of words, but Valkyrie wasn’t budging. “Love, all I can promise is that it won’t be unreasonable.”

You sighed. You could either tell her now or face the consequences later. You let your eyes focus on her hand as she went to screw the cap back onto the ointment bottle. “Thor and I got into it.”

You saw her hackles raise instantly at the implication, but you were quick to amend. “We were sparring, and I accidentally dropped my spear, so the blunt end of his stick whacked up my face, hence the bruises. Then the scratches are from my forehead skimming the hilt of my astray spear when I fell.”

Valkyrie’s shoulders loosened at your words, but you could still see the fire in her eyes, and you knew that in a, perhaps not so, subtle way later, Thor would be paying for what happened.

You shook your head at her. “Don’t go too hard on him. For me, at least.”

She made sure her eyes were focused on putting everything away in the first aid kit. Her voice was reluctant, “....Fine.” That earned a giggle from you at her attitude.

After putting everything back into the aid box, she let her eyes sweep over your face once more. After she was satisfied that she disinfected and covered every small red area, she lightly cupped both of your cheeks and pecked your lips. “All done.”

She may have been done, but you certainly weren’t. You cupped her jaw and brought her back into you, giving her a deeper kiss. One you hoped told her how much you appreciated the affection and attention she gave you tonight.

When you both were sated with loving kisses and finally pulled away from each other, you saw the recognition in her eyes, the way she knew how deeply you really did care for her. And you knew she felt the same towards you, too.

[navybrat817]

Would you be interested in writing a drabble for my favourite DJ?

“Why are you laughing? I am trying to sex you up right now. What’s so funny?”

For you? Anything!

Good for a Laugh

Pairing: Mickey Henry x Female Reader Summary: Mickey unintentionally makes you laugh. Word Count: Almost 630 Warnings: Laughter, implied oral, hot man wearing panties, balls, I don't even know what these warnings are at this point, Mickey Henry (he’s a warning, okay?) A/N: Hey, lovelies! Life has been crazy, so why not something short and fun for Sinday? Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by the talented @vase-of-lilies. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world! Masterlist

When it came to sex, Mickey Henry could do no wrong in your eyes. Maybe it was because he looked like a mix of a god and sin incarnate with his sun kissed skin and ocean blue eyes. It could have also been because he was confident without being arrogant about his sexual prowess. It wasn't an easy line to toe, but he made it seem effortless. It was part of his charm.

But tonight when he walked in, his arms opened wide as he smiled from ear to ear?

You laughed.

And it wasn't a dismissive snort or a giggle. It was a soft sound that grew the longer you stared at him. He raised an eyebrow as the sound filled the room, clutching your stomach and nearly falling off the edge of your bed. Your sides ached and it took a second to make your head stop spinning as you tried to catch your breath.

Kind of like after the mind shattering orgasms he gave you.

“Why are you laughing? I am trying to sex you up right now. What’s so funny?”

You didn't mean to laugh. You truly didn't. And seeing the small pout on his face as his hands went to his hips, you feared you'd start all over again. But you couldn't. Not if you wanted to feel the rings on his fingers dig into your skin within the next few minutes.

"I'm sorry. It's just…" you gestured to his bulge. "My panties? Really?"

Mickey smirked as he did a small spin. The blue lace made him look prettier, which you didn't think was possible. You also wished you could smack his handsome face because why did his ass look better in your underwear? 

"Thought I'd see what all the fuss is about. I mean. They're kind of comfortable, but I prefer you without them. Easier access and all that."

Your chaotic man, always ready for a good time with you. "They look good on you."

He sauntered over to where you sat and part of you was tempted to grab him a pair of heels, just to see how well he could walk in them. "Then why are you laughing?" he questioned, running his palms along the top of your thighs.

You shivered as he leaned down, just out of reach for a kiss. "Your balls are out."

Mickey took a couple of steps back, which gave you a nice eyeful as his hand went to his crotch to feel. "Thought I tucked them in."

The laughter began to bubble up from your throat again as he tried to push them into the fabric. You discovered very early on that he was packing heavy when it came to those bad boys. Your panties didn't stand a chance. "Did you not FEEL a draft?"

"I mean, I felt a little cold," he chuckled as he ran his other hand through his fluffy hair. "I carry a lot of heat down there, baby. They're huge."

"They are," you agreed, clenching as you pictured them smacking against your bare skin. "And I'm ready for you to sex me up."

"I didn't ruin the moment?" he smiled, showing that he was unphased by your earlier laughter.

You slid off the edge of the bed to drop to your knees, smiling as you gently pushed his hand away. One of the reasons you loved him was because he made you laugh. He always showed you a good time. He deserved the same.

"Never. Feel free to wear any of my panties you want."

"Any of them?" he groaned, his head tipping back as you mouthed at the fabric.

"Yep. In fact, let's see if I can make you ruin these before you even get inside me."

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