hi, first off, i really liked your first fic on here. somehow I have gotten completly obsessed with this new show. could you write an image of squad x reader (completly beautiful platonic friendship) where the reader is sassy and swears a lot and is hanging with them and comes out as bi to them?
Word Count: 700 +
I’m sorry if this offends anyone that is bisexual. I really don’t mean for it to, I’m just trying my best.
Of course the first person you told about your bisexuality was Kevin. While you loved your tight group of friends, you weren’t sure how they were going to react.
“You’ll have to tell them eventually (Y/n/n). I can tell it’s bugging you.”
“I’m fine Kev.” You told him reassuringly, yet even you didn’t believe yourself.
“Oh I know honey. You are fine as hell with that ass of yours, but you need to tell them, get that weight off your chest.” He smirked at your dropped jaw, as you slapped his arm.
“Asshole!” You giggled.
“I’m just saying that there is more opportunity to find the right one, that extra special someone when you let your friends know that you dig both guys and girls.” He smiled up at you. “Plus, how else would you find your perfect match without your buddies setting you up all the time.”
“I’d die alone probably.” You state.
“How dare you doubt yourself.” He waved his hand in front of your face. “The wonder bunch is coming at you at 12 O’Clock.”
You watched as the four of them approached, Betty waving gleefully at you. When they reached you Kevin stood up abruptly.
“I have to go (Y/n/n), but I’ll see you later. Remember what we talked about.” He winked.
“Already wiping it from my memory.” You retorted. “Bye Kev.”
“What was that about?” Archie asked as he sat down, followed by Jughead, Betty, and Veronica.
“Oh you know. Just Kevin being Kevin.”
Your friends immersed in conversation as you all sipped at your milkshakes. Jughead watched you carefully, putting down his burger, and observing the fact that you had barely touched your milkshake.
Kevin’s words rang through your head. ‘What if they don’t accept me.’ ‘Surely to god they would.’
“What the hell is the matter with you?” Jughead suddenly blurted, ceasing all conversation in the group.
“It’s nothing.” You waved him off as he raised a brow at you.
“It’s not nothing (L/n).” Jughead always used your last name when he was serious about something. Well, even more serious than usual.
“Kevin told me I should tell you.” Archie had a worried look on his face.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“Oh yeah, I’m just peachy.” You sassed him. “Just trying to find the best way to tell my best friends in the entire world that I’m bisexual.”
Veronica laughed. “That’s what you’ve been so worked up about?”
You looked down and realization dawned on Archie’s features.
“Don’t you dare think that for a minute (Y/n) (L/n).” He was reading you like a book. “We will always, and I mean always, love you.” He paused for a brief moment. “No matter what.”
You smiled at his words. “Thanks Archiekins. I love you too.”
“Now (Y/n), you must tell. Who do you have your pretty little eyes set on?” Veronica’s voice was teasing, and you could tell she was really happy for you.
“I don’t know.” You said truthfully.
“Well that won’t do.” Betty fluttered her hand in front of her face exaggerating the expression mildly. You giggled slightly.
“Oh no. Don’t get that look in your face.” You stared at Jughead as his smirk grew.
“Well if we’re talking about sexuality.” He paused and smiled, feeling comfortable for the first time in a while. “I’m asexual.”
You had known for a while that Jughead was asexual.
“Juggy I’m so proud of you.” You smiled wrapping your hand in his.
“Figured we were spilling secrets, and I couldn’t let my favourite lady reveal hers without me revealing mine.”
“Picking favourites Jug? I thought I was your favourite.” Betty mocked hurt.
“I love you guys.” You said.
“To feeling safe.” Archie said easing up his milkshake. “And to believing in yourself.”
“To feeling safe, and believing in yourself.” The five of you repeated together.
And truly, you had never felt more safe, and accepted in your life.
Request by Anon:
Ooh can you make an imagine with jealous stiles? You’re going to a Shawn mendes
concert with him and your inner fangirl comes out so it makes him a little
Word Count: 1,349
Warnings: Mentions of sexy time.
Author’s Note: To all my readers who are also Shawn Mendes fans and have been looking forward to this imagine… HERE IT IS! I hope y’all like it. I had fun writing this. 😊 Feedback is always welcome and appreciated.
It’s a Saturday
summer night and for their one year anniversary Stiles had surprised Y/N with concert
tickets to her favorite singer, Shawn Mendes. However, he didn’t just get her
regular tickets. He went all out and bought her front row tickets and managed
to score backstage passes to meet Shawn after the show.
Stiles knew it was
the perfect gift and he was right. When he surprised her with the tickets just
an hour before the concert, she flipped out. She screamed and jumped up and
down with excitement before lunging at Stiles, smothering him with kisses and
countless I love you’s as she clung to him like a monkey. She had been moping
all week because the tickets sold out in a matter of seconds after going on
sale. She had tried so hard to get some but had no luck. However, Sheriff Stilinski was friends with the manager of the concert venue and was kind enough
to help Stiles get the tickets. Stiles knew this would get him the title of
being the best boyfriend in the world.
However, right now Stiles was slightly
regretting getting her the tickets, as she seemed to ramble non-stop about
every awesome thing Shawn did tonight.
Just because that’s such a cute gif of Chandler… Take a good long look. Also this is my first Carl x Reader insert because I normally pair him off with my OC, but here you go! Please enjoy!
Requested By Anon: You and Carl were best friends when you went to school together before The Turn. When the end of the world came raining down, you sought out protection with his mother Lori because much to your displeasure, your family could not be contacted. When you grow up so close to one another in a world that has no hope.. You allow your feelings to run your heart.
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“Hey Carl!” You cried out, laughing wildly as you kicked your legs higher and higher, causing your swing to raise further into the sky. Up. Up. Up. “Look at what I can do!”
Carl smiled as he closed his eyes to listen to the sound of your laughter. The two of you had been best friends since Kindergarten, having grown up a block away from one another. You were never much for typical girl things- so you spent most of your time getting dirty with the child of Lori and Rick Grimes.
“I bet I can go higher then you y/n!” He yelled victoriously, joining you on the opposite swing. Before you knew it, he was swinging back and forth in sync with you at the same height.
You’re pregnant and you’re scared, just like anyone is when they first find out that they’re pregnant. Once you find out, all you have to do is figure out a way to tell your boyfriend Kai about the pregnancy and that scares you too because you have no idea how he’s going to react.
Kai x Fem!Reader
Requested by Anon
Using the prompt: 21) “I’m pregnant.” (from my Prompt List)
Warnings: LGBT hate crime for any sensitive readers (ps, you should never feel insecure and you are all beautiful little muffins and I love you ok)
Summary: Anon requested:
Hey, could you write something where the team(inc. reader) is working on a lgbt hate crime, and the reader gets really uncomfortable and no one can understand why, but then they come out as a lesbian and the team is all really supportive and positive? No pairings or anything. Sorry if this is a weird request I’m just really insecure in my sexuality right now and thought something like this might help. I love your writing by the way, you’re really talented! :))
A/N: Thank you for reading first and foremost. I love knowing that there are real people out there enjoying my writing - it’s reassuring and heartwarming!
Secondly, as a bisexual female, I can COMPLETELY relate to your sitch. I’ve only recently come to terms with my sexuality, and I can understand that it’s hard to accept yourself for who you are. Please, please, please never feel insecure about who you like or who you are, because you are special and deserving of love and if anyone ever tells you otherwise, then screw em, alright? I love you and there are plenty of people out there who love you too.
P.s., I adore this request. I’m honored to write this, thank you for requesting.
“We believe we are looking for a white male in his late 30′s, early 40′s. He’s choosing his victims based on their sexuality,” Prentiss said to all the cops in the room.
“There’s a chance that this man may be in denial of his own sexuality, taking it out on these victims. He’s angry about who he is,” Morgan rattled off.
“He’s killing his victims with blunt objects, and his rage is evident by the extreme overkill. This man is incredibly dangerous,” Rossi added.
You were sitting, listening to your coworkers give the profile, trying to keep yourself together.
“If you gather anymore information, please let us know immediately. Thank you,” Hotch finished, dismissing the room of policemen and women. “Dave, Reid and Y/N, can you three go to the medical examiner’s office and see if you can find out if there was any sexual assault to the male victims?”
The three of you nodded you heads and began to gather your things.
“Prentiss and Morgan, go to the bar the victims were last seen. We need to find out if anyone knew them personally.”
Once Hotch was finished giving out orders, everyone went their respective ways.
The entire time to the M.E., your mind was racing, unable to fathom why even in the 21st century, queer people were still considered targets to hate crimes. It made you scared for yourself, too, knowing that people would treat you differently based on your sexual orientation.
Hotch was certain these murders were because the unsub was fighting their own sexuality, but you had your doubts. You felt in yourself it was truly just out of spite because these victims happened to be queer. You knew what it was like to be unsure of your own sexuality, but in no way did you think that would lead to something as cruel as this.
You twiddled your thumbs in the backseat of the SUV, feeling incredibly too insecure.
“You okay?” Reid asked from the passenger’s seat. He was looking at you with slight suspicion and you felt yourself shrink under the profiler’s stare, but you managed to fake a strong composure, not giving away that the case was bothering you too much.
“I’m fine,” you replied with a slight smile. Reid pressed his lips together and nodded, not wanting to pry.
The rest of the car ride to the M.E.’s office was silent. Your secret seemed to be burning a hole in your mind. You needed to pull yourself together. If your team grew any more suspicious, you’d have to tell them, and that was the last thing you wanted.
“The male victims seem to be the least injured, actually. The overkill was evident on the female victims,” Dr. Farley, the M.E. told you.
“What about sexual assault?” David asked him, studying the female victim on the table.
“None that we could find,” the doctor replied. You took a closer look at the body, something near her thigh catching your eye.
“Reid,” you said, motioning to the body. “Give me a hand?” You carefully lifted the woman’s leg to see the marks that showed a sign of struggle. “You said you didn’t find sexual assault even on the female victims?” you asked. Reid was helping you to carefully lay the body onto its side.
“Yes, there was no evidence of that. Not on male or female victims,” the examiner said, coming to look at what you were looking at.
“That’s because you were looking in the wrong place,” you said, pointing to the rear end of the corpse. The bruises on her thighs looked like a pair of hands had been holding her down, and her rear end looked destroyed, overkill suddenly seeming like an understatement.
“So this man is not raping the men, but the women, and he chooses not to do it in the… front,” Reid said, his face growing red.
“I’m beginning to think this doesn’t have much to do with our unsub’s own sexuality,” Rossi admitted, dialing the phone to call Hotch.
“Just a purely hateful man,” you muttered, mainly to yourself. Looking at the woman made you feel incredibly more insecure about yourself. You couldn’t understand how it was possible for someone to hate a person just because of who they like. Your face grew hot, and you felt almost sick to your stomach.
“Y/N, are you sure you’re okay?” Reid asked, but you were already out the door.
“So this unsub is mad at the women for being gay. He takes it out on them the worst because that means that they are incapable of liking him, and with his narcissistic personality, he sees that as offensive and rapes them from behind. We’re sure he’s not possibly gay and in denial?” Prentiss rambled after hearing the new information.
“If he was in denial, he’d be raping them from the front. He’s probably come to accept his sexuality,” Hotch stated.
“Then why the hell is he killing gay men, too?” you asked in a too defensive tone. Everyone in the room looked at you in shock. You seemed to be taking this case harder than anyone else.
“Can I talk to you for a moment, Y/N?” Hotch asked. Your sudden outburst obviously didn’t sit well with him.
“No,” you said. This was it. No more hiding the truth. “I’d rather you all hear this, okay? I know that I’m taking this case a little too seriously and that it’s quite clearly getting to me. But as a gay woman, it’s hard not feel offended by this asshole just killing innocent people just because of their sexual orientation. It’s really disappointing and discouraging to know that there are still people in this world who can’t accept others because of who they are and I just really want this son of a bitch to get what he deserves, alright?” you told them. Their faces were all mixed with shock and awe. Before you let any of them get a chance to say anything to you, you stormed out the door of the conference room with tears beginning to stream down your face.
A weight has just been lifted off your shoulders, but the room still felt heavy. You sat on a bench just outside of the police station. After a few minutes, JJ walked out the door and once she saw you, sat down next to you.
“I wanted to tell you guys sooner,” you muttered, unable to look at her.
“It was your decision,” she replied, rubbing your back.
“I don’t know why, but I was scared to tell you. I just didn’t want anyone to treat me differently or look at me differently,” you said. JJ sighed and rested her hand in her lap.
“Y/N, you’re always going to be a part of this team and part of this family. And you more than anyone should know that it’s a family’s duty to be accepting of one another and love each other unconditionally. Every member of this family loves you, no matter what. In fact, now that we know this about you, we probably love you more than we ever thought we could.”
You looked over to meet her eyes. “Yeah?” you asked, almost in a shy tone.
“Of course. Come here.” She pulled you in for a hug, and instantly the world felt light again. Of course they wouldn’t care, what were you thinking?
“Let’s go,” she said, pulling you off the bench and back into the conference room with the rest of the team.
“Y/N, you ready to give this son of a bitch what he deserves?” Morgan asked you with a smirk.
Part 2 of Takao's fem best friend's unrequited love please?? An extra req, if you're gonna do a time skip, can you pls not make it longer than two months? I'd like those emotions to be raw, esp right after Takao knows of her feelings ^^ Thank you!
Takao anon here! Yes, I’m the original anon who requested the first scenario. Um, honestly, I can’t think of any general plot for this 2nd one; all I actually want is a continuation of the 1st scenario, with more angst before the happy ending~ and yep, I want Takao to return his best friend’s feelings! ^^ So aside from the 2-month specified time, angst+happy ending, and Takao returning (maybe realizing his hidden feelings for her?) that love, like you said, I allow you to do whatever you want.
I hope you’re not mad at me for delaying this
for so long! I honestly don’t know how to feel about this, but here it is, I really hope it’s satisfactory. Since you like the feelings raw, I didn’t put a time
skip. Thank you for your patience!
This is a continuation to this storyhere. You are heavily suggested to proceed only
after reading the first part. Female!Reader ahead for consistency.
Stupid stupid stupid stupid, he thinks, hands balled into fists at how completely idiotic
he is. He should’ve just straightaway ran to your house instead of asking your
friends, waiting for them to pick the phone up to ask them where you were, if
you were partying with them—that way, he could’ve caught you before it got
dark. Although he’s close to your family as your best friend, how is he
supposed to knock on the door to your home at nearly midnight?
What is he going to say if your parents open
the front door?
What is he going to
say if you are the one who
opens the door?
Takao sighs, unbuttoning the top few buttons
of his dress shirt and loosening his tie. His hair sticks on his face from
sweat, but in contrast to his slightly ragged breath and the sensation of the
cold air against his damp skin, his mind is numb.
He can see your bedroom window from here. It’s
dark. You’re probably asleep. The idea of throwing rocks at your window is
quickly discarded—you most likely don’t want to look at him in the face again.
The glare of his phone catches his eye and
tells him that his girlfriend is looking for him: ten missed calls and a couple
dozen of texts, gradually changing tone from sweet questions of where he’s at
to a storm of textual rage. He turns off the device—she’s the least of his
concerns right now. Takao sits on your empty porch with empty eyes and a rabbit
heart as his mind flashes him images of the last few times he hung out with
When he can only recall conversations about
his relationship and that forced smile on your face, he curses.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” he says to himself,
feeling as if his heart is in the fist of a phantom hand, painfully clenching
The two of you don’t
even talk to each other these days—at least nothing of substance like your
usual deep or humorous exchanges. Since the end of his second year in Shuutoku,
which is around the time he found his “soulmate” (Takao swallows bitterness
at the word—how did he have the gall to use it so lightly?), the conversations he
shared with you were shallow banter with him mostly talking about his
girlfriend and you having to listen. He’d ask for relationship advice, what a
girl likes, where to take her on dates.
You were probably forcing laughter, faking
smiles, crying yourself to sleep when you’re alone.
Takao let out a sigh,
running a hand through his hair. The night is dark and quiet save for the
occasional gust of wind and sounds of crickets singing between the grass, but
his mind is loud and disorganized: a mix of realization, question, and
self-deprecation. The way you looked at him when he talks, how other people
seem to let their gazes linger on you and him—everybody knew, even Midorima noticed, for heaven’s sake. How could he
miss the signs? How could he be so blinded, even when he was the one that told
you “nothing is going to change” when he got a girlfriend?
If only he could go
back in time and punch himself in the face for saying that to you. It obviously
turned out to be a lie, no matter how he didn’t mean it to be one. He didn’t
just replace you, he made you suffer by putting it in your face for at least
one year and you say a single word against it.
He blinks, and a tear slowly makes its way
down his cheek. It takes a moment for Takao to realize that he’s crying, but
when he does, a wave of thoughts darker than the sky he’s under flood his mind:
there’s no way you don’t hate him right now, not when he’s caused you nothing
but pain for a long time. That’s why you didn’t talk to him after the
graduation ceremony, that’s why you’ve been rejecting his offers to lunch
together, that’s why you’ve been oddly quiet whenever the two of you hung
He remembers the big game Shuutoku won and how
he doesn’t recall you congratulating him. It must’ve been since then. He
must’ve hurt you so much without realizing, like the Prince in The Little
Mermaid and how he asked her to dance the night away, not knowing of the swords
she feels like she’s stepping on. And like the Prince, too, he discarded her
for another, despite the sacrifices she has made and the pain she must endure.
Then, he thinks about what will happen next.
His apology won’t be enough, not after what you’ve been through. You’ll grow to
despise him, cutting him off from your life like removing a parasitic
infection—that’s what he’s been anyway, sucking the life and love out of you.
You won’t look at him in the face again when you pass by each other on the
street. He might have his girlfriend in one arm, but the thought of him not
being in your life coils a rope in his chest.
And when he thinks of you having another
person by your side, someone who shares kisses with you, someone who gets to
make you smile and laugh, the only one who is allowed to hold you in their
arms—and that someone is not him…
Takao feels like he’s been physically hurt,
but there are no wounds on his skin to show.
He spends the rest of the night punishing
himself in the chest with these thoughts sharp as blade, bleeding tears into
the night until he’s too tired to stay awake.
You wake up the next morning with puffy red
eyes, gauging that it is approaching afternoon by the strong sunlight that
enters your bedroom. The weight of your heavy heart is somewhat diminished, not
only by the fact that you cried your eyes out the night before, but also by the
faint feeling of hunger. After brushing your teeth and a brisk shower, you
change into clean T-shirt and shorts, not bothering to conceal your swollen
eyes since you’re staying at home for the rest of the day.
Your parents should already be away for work
at this time of the day, leaving you alone in your house. Your assumptions are
confirmed when you walk downstairs to find silence—even the television is
So when you enter the kitchen to find Takao,
sitting with a plate of half-eaten toast in front of him, you gasp as if you’ve
seen a ghost.
He does look ghastly, his paler face contrasting
to the marks under his eyes. He shows signs of surprise as well when he sees
you, which quickly dissolves into hesitance. He’s here with the full intention
of talking to you, apologizing, telling you how stupid he was and how he
realizes he doesn’t want a life without you—
—you don’t even
know he knows.
says with a start—weird since he’s the one barging in your house. He realizes
your swollen eyes and remembers that he spent the night crying too, but he can
only hope that you don’t notice.
“What are you—how did
you get it?” You look at the front door and back at him again, positive that
the entrance is properly locked.
“Your parents let me
in,” he answers, “I came here in the morning.” Takao still can see your mother’s
reaction when she finds him sleeping on a chair as she checks the porch every
morning. She was surprised more than anything, but she didn’t ask when he said
he has something very important to say to you.
Maybe she knows, and
from the way your father glanced at him before offering him breakfast, Takao
thinks he knows too. Have you been so upset that your parents notice what’s
going on, though you’re not the type to tell them? Did they mention his name
during a family dinner, and all of a sudden you just got quiet, like when he
mentions his girlfriend’s name? Did they hear your sounds of sobbing across the
hallway at night?
“Oh,” you answer
dumbly, making a sandwich for yourself as you face the kitchen counter. You don’t
want him looking at you, not when you’re like this: vulnerable and unprepared. “What
brings you here today?”
“I—you—” he trips on
his own words, “__________-chan, we need to talk.”
Fear overcomes you for
a split second at the seriousness of his tone. Takao has rarely used it in his
conversations with you, but after knowing him for so long, you can tell. He
“What about?” You ask,
putting a slice of cheese on toast before busying your hands with something,
anything. You don’t want to talk to him.
You freeze for a
moment and hope he doesn’t notice, but Takao does not hold the nickname Hawk
Eye for nothing. You slowly turn to him, looking at him in the eye, keeping your
defences up with whatever dignity you have left in you.
In front of you stands
the boy who you had your heart in his hands, and instead of looking powerful
and confident, he’s not much better than you are. For a second you are tempted
to throw in a joke about his face—he must’ve partied so hard and the hangover
still hasn’t subsided, but you know the humorous attempt is merely a cover-up
of the truth.
calls your name again, softer this time as if reminiscing a memory, “do you… like me?”
At that point,
thoughts of lying to him, telling him that of course you do—you’re not best
friends if you don’t, are thrown out the window. There’s no use for sugar-coating
and false masks anymore. Your grip to whatever leash that has been keeping your
sanity together loosens, and tears begin to pool in your eyes as fast as he
made you fall in love with him, breaking the dam.
You defy his orders,
looking down to the floor and covering your face with both hands. Takao’s eyes
widen only a fraction before he feels a pang in his heart. He knows you don’t
usually cry in front of people, that you prefer to let loose when you are alone
in your room—the fact that you’re openly crying in the kitchen with the cause
of your pain right in front of you is proof that he made you go through a lot.
He feels like he’s
“I’m sorry,” you sob, “I—I
tried not to… I thought—”
He places a comforting
hand on your shoulder, attempting to pull you into a hug, but when you flinch
and freeze before taking a step back, another portion of his heart breaks. You
inhale deeply yet shakily, cupping your hand over your mouth as if it stops the
“It’s okay,” you say, a
sudden calm overcoming you and his eyebrows crinkle in confusion. “I, we’re not
going to the same university, s-so we won’t see each other as much,” you
continue, cursing inwardly at your shaky voice when you see Takao’s expression.
“I’ll—I’ll stay out of
your way!” It comes out as a suggestion, but it’s like his heart is about to
burst in the phantom hand’s tight grip.
“I promise not to get
in the way of your relationship.” He swallows, scenes of not seeing you ever
again playing in his mind, and his mouth feels dry and bitter.
“I didn’t want you to
know in the first place. Just please… pretend you don’t know.” His stomach
sinks at the request.
“I’ll be fine,” you
say, but it feels as if you’re trying to convince yourself, “I’ll be okay.”
That’s when he snaps,
pulling you into a hug so tight you’re encased by his whole body. The desperation
in his hands as he cups the back of your head says he’s afraid that you’ll slip
through him like sand. Pressed against his chest like this, you feel his rapid
heartbeat and warmth, and the tears you have been trying so hard to supress makes
their way down your cheek, seeping into the material of his shirt.
“No, don’t, please,”
he tells you, exhaling shakily, “I was—if I let you go now you’ll run away, and
I spent the whole night thinking about what would happen and I,” he swallows, “I
really can’t imagine not having you with me.”
“Then what?” You cry,
pushing at his chest in anger to put distance between you. “You want me to
stick around and ‘stand by you’ while you’re with your girlfriend? I’ve done that
for the past year!” Your voice breaks with the gradually rising volume,
evidence of how hard you cried the night before. “I don’t want to go through
that anymore. I’ve had enough.”
The room falls into
silence as Takao looks at you while you quietly lower your eyes down to the
floor. Thoughts run a thousand miles an hour in your head: if Takao only loves
you as much as a friend does, there’s no point in having this conversation
anymore—at least not until you move on. You must cut all ties with him, start
anew, and fall in love again to be ready to face him.
“You hate me now, don’t
you?” He asks.
Even the words sting
his tongue when he says them.
This time you look him
in the eyes as you give him your answer.
“I wish I could,” you
whisper, “that would make things so much easier.”
And like a meteor
colliding with Earth, there is realization and clarity, like the smoke is
cleared out of his mind. When he pulls you by the arm and crashes his lips onto
yours in a desperate kiss, it feels as if everything makes sense—it’s right, and he has never felt nothing as
perfect as this before.
Your eyes widen at the
foreign sensation. You’ve never expected this to happen, never in your wildest
dreams—at least not after you’ve discarded them. You feel tears well again in
your eyes for the umpteenth time in the past twenty-four hours, because how can
you not cry while he’s kissing you and you’re already giving up on him? Any
form of resistance you can come up with is futile: your push isn’t as strong
and your fists are instead bringing him closer, the way you try to pull away
but always responding when he chases you.
Inside, you figure
that there is still a bit of hope that he would return your feelings.
Takao’s kiss is deep,
passionate, desperate. It’s more emotional than your previous conversation
combined, it tells you everything you need to know about him and him you: that
he is certainly not willing to let you go or run away, and that a small part of
you hasn’t lost your wish of being with him despite what you try to tell
“I’m sorry,” he says
in between kisses, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise, just give me the chance
You gasp his name and
he moans against your lips, kissing until the fire in his gut slowly turns into
an ember, and by then he’s peppering slow kisses around your face in silent
admiration and affection.
“What about your
girlfriend?” You ask quietly. You really wish that you can skip this part, but
he’s technically still in a relationship with someone else. Takao sighs,
fishing out his phone and turning it on. The two of you stare until the blank
screen lights up, and after a few seconds you can see notifications flooding in
his phone, her name glaring in pixels. You spot snippets of the long sentences
she sent to him, cuss words and spelling errors that turns out to be a
continuation of what he received the night before.
“It’s clear that she’s
upset of me ditching the party last night,” Takao scoffs a bit at that, “but
who cares? She most likely found somebody else to grind with on the dance floor
if she has the gall to diss me like that.”
“That’s horrible,” you
say, eyebrows scrunching lightly with discomfort.
Takao places the
device on the kitchen counter, paying absolutely no attention to it before he
moves in to kiss you softly on the lips. When you pull away, it’s slow and
unwilling, like you want it to last forever, but the need for air makes such
wish impossible. His eyes are lidded, looking at you with an expression you can’t
exactly decipher. You’ve never seen this look on his face before—something
tells you that you’ll see more of this side of him in the future.
“I can’t believe it’s
you all along,” he whispers, kissing you one more time. You reciprocate with
equally, closing your eyes as you allow yourself to sink in the feeling of him
wrapped around your senses. He smiles into the kiss.
When Charles had first asked you to tutor Warren you laughed in his face. Warren had screamed at you the first time you met. He had been in pain with his new wings. He had screamed and sworn at you. But now he needed your help. And you were expected to just give it up willingly because you were a nice person. So here you were. In the library. With Warren.
“Okay so in English we are doing that book report on Pride and Prejudice. How far are you in the book?”
“Didn’t start it,” Warren grumbled, kicking his feet up onto the table.
“Okay then,” you muttered through gritted teeth, “I guess we are going to have to start at the very beginning.”
Warren let out a huff of air and crossed his arms angrily. The two of you glared at each other, refusing to break eye contact. You gestured at the book, eyes not leaving his hazel ones. Warren put his feet back onto the floor and flipped through the pages. You reached out and grabbed the book. Flipping to the first chapter, you pushed it back to him giving him an another gestured to start reading. The look on Warren’s face was one you had never seen before. It was shame. You just watched his mouth form the start of some words. Except he didn’t say anything. Finally he just shut the book, throwing it across the table.
“Warren?” You prodded.
“I can’t read, okay!? I was in the fighting ring too long! I’m too fucking stupid for this stuff. If you want to make fun of me go right ahead. I don’t give a fuck!”
“Warren it’s oka—“
“It’s not fucking okay, Y/N! I will never be smart enough for this stuff! I’m not smart enough for it!”
The silence that followed filled the room, choking out any words of comfort you could think of. You couldn’t even meet his eyes because the rage and shame behind them burned into you. All you did was reach your hand over to his, squeezing lightly. When you looked over at him his eyes were closed tight. There was one tear that had escaped for half a second before he wiped it away quickly.
“Warren, I’m not going to make fun of you. I’m here to help you. So let’s get started,” you whispered.
You scooted your chair closer to him and opened the book again. You took a deep breath and started to read out loud.
“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”
You followed along with your finger but Warren wasn’t looking at the book. He was staring at you with eyes wide open.
Hon if ur anything like u seem on ur blog u have to be some kinda demon irl. Chill tf out
Hi anon, it’s me your friendly neighborhood Jin demon here to tell you to not wait around for me to find any sort of chill on this blog, I don’t want you to waste your life waiting for something that’s just not gonna happen. Sorry I can’t be more accommodating to your request, have a Plushlicious day and Love Jin More < 3
if you're still accepting prompts, can i request tony and cats?? not kittens, but like, older, semi-feral, mean, disabled and/or black cats that are less likely to be adopted? tony being super cute and amazing and loving the cats that nobody else likes (maybe he identifies with them or something??) and his partner (bucky or tchalla) watching with heart eyes
Aw, I love Tony with cats! Sorry, I just had to sneak a
kitten in here. But only one! And she’s black! Which is why he has her! Because
Tony makes poor choices! Also don’t worry about T’Challa being the voice of
reason. He will eventually get heart eyes. Watch out for under the cut!
It started when he found an ugly cat with a flat face and a snaggletooth.
It was mean and spit at him when he tried to get close. He had to get stitches
for the scratches he got getting it into a pet carrier to take it to the vet.
Tony named her Griselda.
Griselda did not like being an indoor cat. Tony did not like
having to see her limp around after fights. There was no compromise—only
screaming from both sides.
Tony thought getting her a friend might help her adjust, so
he went to the shelter. He chose a black cat, because the receptionist had said
they didn’t get adopted often, and brought it home. His name was Leonard.
*gasp* could you make a gif of the scene from the Mandalore arc where Obi-Wan is standing w lightsaber on and pointed down/to the side, looking out on an absolute war zone? I don't remember which episode it is precisely. It's a wide angle shot (I've seen gifs of it before but they're always so short). (It might be the episode where Satine dies or the one directly after.) (Thank you so much for offering to make gifs, I'm so sad the show is leaving Netflix...)
Hello Anon, just in case you missed it, the post is here: [X]
Thank you for the request, it was lovely watching that scene again.
Fun fact: I had to slow it down a bit since the actual scene goes by really fast. Which is interesting, since I always remembered that scene going in slow motion for some reason.
Can you please do a Dan x reader where the reader is sick (stuffy nose, coughing, & fatigue) and dan takes care of her because I'm sick need this lol (have them dating please, and have there be lots of fluff and cuddles😊) thanks!
a/n: yooo anon! yeah sure ☺️ Hope this is fine, do let me know how you find it! You can always send me asks/ requests/ submit something, my ask box is always open! ✨