Michael was working on his selections for The Sanctuary that Michael had been ignoring you after the interviews. He had been starting at his files behind his desk. You were growing tired of it and walked towards him slowly. “What is it, (Y/N)?” He asked you, not looking up from his work. You rolled your eyes and walked over behind his desk to sit on his lap. Michael still didn’t look up from his paperwork and looked like he concentrating.
Though you could tell you were distracting him. When his blue eyes finally looked you square in the eyes, you started kissing him, still sitting in his lap. He looked at you confused at what just happened. “Why did you do that (Y/N)?” He asked you.
You shook your head and kissed his lips. You deepened your kiss and put the files he was holding in his hands back on his desk. When you stopped kissing him, you peppers his neck with kisses. “That doesn’t…answer my question (Y/N).” Michael says. “Just stop talking Michael and enjoy my presence.” You said to him. Then he leaned up to kiss you on the lips.
You knew it was working. Your kiss was meant to distract him from whatever Michael was doing intently and he gave in to them. You made him weak most times and right at this moment, it was working. Michael was the one kissing you while you sat in his lap behind his desk.
a/n: soft apologetic shigaraki because i needed it. reader is female.
requests are open
Being in a relationship with Tomura Shigaraki was definitely a handful, and downright stressful at times. Your beloved boyfriend had the temperament of a child and couldn’t handle not getting his way. You knew he loved you, and you loved him— more than anything— but he was difficult and stubborn, and his words could cut like knives when he was particularly upset. Over time, you’d learned to get used to it and brush it off, knowing he didn’t mean the things he said to you and would be just fine in an hour. This time, though, things were different. There was a poison in his words, clear as day, as he told you he didn’t need or want your help with anything.
“Everything was just fine before you came around, you’re nothing special or irreplaceable.”
He’d stared at you, his red eyes glistening with spite you’d only ever seen in his eyes when he talked about his enemies. You were at a loss for words, mouth agape as you watched him turn and begin sauntering back to his room.
“You’re such an asshole, Tomura.”
Shigaraki stopped for a moment, looking over his shoulder at you with a bored look plastered on his face. “And you’re whiny and annoying.”
Before you could say anything else, he left the room. You stood frozen in place, cold with shock and disbelief, with hot, angry tears pricking at your eyes. Kurogiri looked at you, and began to talk, but you shook your head. “Don’t. I’m over this, Kurogiri.”
The mist-man turned away and went back to polishing his glassware, leaving you to whatever you were going to do. After a moment of thought, you turned and left the League’s hideout, heading back to your own apartment. You hadn’t been there in some time, but you refused to stay and deal with Tomura, you wouldn’t sit around and wait for him to get out of his mood.
“He’d been doing fine before me? Well, I’d been doing fine before him too!”
You slammed the door shut, heading straight to your bedroom to sleep and cool down.
“And how dare he call me whiny!”
Later on, Tomura recovered from his fit of anger and went to find you so the two of you could play video games together and go to bed. He walked into the bar, but you were nowhere in sight, much to his dismay.
“Where’s Y/N?”
Kurogiri didn’t look up from the glass he was cleaning. “She left after you did, though I don’t know where she went.”
“Huh, well, she should be back before it gets too late. Let me know when she’s here.” Tomura turned and headed back to his room.
He came back out after a few hours, still not seeing you, and repeated this process over and over again until he eventually fell asleep. When he woke up to see that it was late morning, and you weren’t in bed beside him, an uncomfortable feeling formed in his stomach. He got out of bed and shambled into the bar, where he expected to see you asleep on the couch or at the bar talking to Kurogiri. But you weren’t.
“What the hell,” he muttered, pulling his phone from his pocket and dialing your number. You ignored his call on the third ring, which struck a nerve with him. You knew it wasn’t the brightest idea, but you had no desire to talk to him at the moment. He would act like everything was fine, and it wasn’t. He called again. You ignored him, again.
‘Y/N, where the hell are you? Why are you ignoring my calls??’
You groaned as you read the text.
‘I’m at home. Leave me alone, Tomura.’
‘What’s your problem?’
Annoyed, you pressed the call button on his contact. He immediately picked up.
“Are you done acting like that?”
“Acting like what? You said you didn’t need me, so I left,” you spat, anger and hurt evident in your voice.
“Y/N, you know I didn’t mean it. Come home.”
“No, I don’t know that, Tomura.”
You hung up the phone, intending to flop backwards onto your bed, and almost immediately were teleported into the bar, where you fell onto the floor.
“Ow! Fuck, Kurogiri!” you exclaimed, picking yourself up from the cold surface.
A cold hand grabbed your wrist, firmly but gently, and pulled you up. You stepped away, narrowing your eyes at Tomura. “Let go of me.”
“No.”
You wanted to fight back, but didn’t want to risk making a move that caused his fifth finger to touch you. With a sigh, you accepted defeat and glared up at him, using every bit of your self control not to say or do something you’d later regret.
“What do you want, Tomura?”
“I want you to stay here, to stay with me,” he muttered.
“You didn’t need or want me here yesterday, you said I was whiny and annoying,” you replied coldly.
“Y/N, I didn’t mean it. I always say things I don’t mean when I’m pissed off.”
“That was worse than anything you’ve ever said, Tomura. And the way you looked at me… I couldn’t ignore it like I do everything else.”
He saw tears welling up in your eyes and pulled you into a hug, curling his hands into fists. “Stop it. Don’t cry, Y/N, I’m sorry.”
You were silent, doing your best to stifle your tears.
“I love you, I’ll make it up to you,” he continued, “Please don’t leave. I’m sorry. I want you to be with me, I need you to be with me, okay? You’re my partner, I couldn’t do any of this without you. I’ll always need you”
You felt his tears wetting your shoulder, and hugged him back. This fight may have been worse than any other, but this was the first time Tomura had shown such raw emotion and seemed concerned with losing you. “I love you too, Tomura. I’m not going anywhere as long as you want me here. I need you too.”
“Good, I can’t crumble society without help from my princess,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by your shoulder.
Pulling away from the hug, you looked up at him, a soft, goofy smile on your face. “That’s so cute, Tomu.”
“What? Don’t make fun of me,” he pouted, “I’m trying to be a good boyfriend.”
“I’m not making fun! It was cute.”
Kurogiri laughed from his place behind the counter, and Tomura’s face flushed.
“Don’t laugh at me! Come on, Princess Y/N, we have making up to do.”
He grabbed your hand, elevating his pinky, and lead you back to his room. He let you beat him in his favorite video game, and spent the entire day doing anything you wanted, giving Kurogiri strict instructions to keep any pests away from him for the day.
steve:*comes home one evening* bucky, in a bathrobe: I’ve been expecting you. steve: what are you wearing? bucky, seductively: oh this? I just wanted to slip into something a little more – bucky: *rips off robe, revealing the old captain america suit* bucky: – ridiculous. steve: buck.
Oml this is such an adorable request I love this so much.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Word count: 1,329
Warnings: fluff everywhere, shitty ending
“Penis Parker! Is your good pal, Iron Man anywhere?” Flash yelled at Peter over the heads of the rest of the students gathered in the lobby, waiting to get their IDs to be able to get inside the Stark Tower. Midtown was invited by Tony Stark himself to get an insider’s view of what it’s like to work in the Stark Tower and how to internship (which was totally not from Tony overhearing Peter talking to Ned while the two were getting food for an Avengers Star Wars marathon). Everybody was ecstatic, except for Peter.
“I bet your fake girlfriend is somewhere around here too. Does she intern for Stark too?”
Peter clenched his fists, moving forward to grab his ID, his shoulder harshly bumping into Flash’s as he tried to reach the desk.
“Peter just ignore him,” Ned put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “He’s just being a prick.”
Peter simply nodded at his friend. He hadn’t told Ned yet, but he did have a girlfriend. A real one, that was only a few stories above him. Mr. Stark’s daughter, Y/N, was almost never seen outside of her floor, much less outside of the Stark Tower. She was everywhere on social media, somehow getting out when nobody else could recognize her except a few lucky people. Somehow, Peter ended up on her floor one night instead of the lab floor, and after a few more weeks of lucky circumstances, the two started talking, and then eventually started dating. Supposedly, the reason that Y/N was never outside was because she was Tony and Pepper’s top assistant. She was almost always on the go: working, training other interns, or getting caught up with her school work. It was pretty impressive getting tutored by Dr. Banner and getting trained by not just one, but two former assassins (she tried to convince Peter that Nat was way less intimidating than Bucky, but he wouldn’t hear it).
Still, it was pretty intimidating dating the daughter of Tony Stark. Peter wasn’t sure what Ned would say or how he would react if he found out. His reaction to Peter being Spider-Man was nothing compared to how Ned could get, Flash would have the time of his life if he found out, and Peter wanted nothing to do with that.
“Keep your IDs on your body for the entire tour or you will be removed from the premises.” The tour guide called out, leading the students up to the escalator leading to one of the many lab floors.
“What if you know Tony Stark on a personal level?” Flash’s hand shot up, his eyes going straight to Peter. He gave a smug smile at seeing Peter’s expression before turning to look back at the guide
“Then you’ll have to go to the man himself.” The guide gave a toothy grin to Flash, turning on her heel before leading further.
Peter’s phone buzzed and he pulled it out of his pocket, turning it over to look at who texted him. His heart stopped beating for a moment as he read the text.
Y/N: Are you on a field trip at my house right now, Parker?
Y/N: I would have volunteered to guide.
Peter: House is an understatement, Y/N
“Peter!” One of the teachers shouted. “Phones off!”
Peter muttered a quick apology, turning of his phone as Y/N’s text bubble popped up. He slid the phone back into his pocket and caught up with Ned and MJ who were looking through the informational hologram in the hallway. Other teens were looking through windows into labs where workers were busily trying to work at another one of Stark’s inventions, helping design, code, and figure out affording the masterpiece. Others were working for the other Avengers, or just working on government importance.
A clicking of heels silenced everybody. Whispers emerged from the crowd as the noise came closer.
“Is that…?”
“She looks taller in person-”
“No way,”
“Peter.” Y/N announced, walking through the crowd that easily parted for her. Peter turned around and he felt his face heat up. Y/N stood in her “work clothes”, professional button up, pants, heels, her h/c hair tied back in a sleek ponytail. Peter never saw Y/N like this, whenever he was with her she was dressed… like a teenager. It was weird to see her like this, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. Even the way she carried herself was different, she was here for business, not to fool around.
“No fucking way.” Flash gaped at the girl standing infront of him. His widened eyes darted from Y/N to Peter and back again. “Penis Parker, how much did you offer Stark to pull this stunt?”
“Watch your language…” Y/N paused to read his tag, “Eugene.” . Her attention was back on Peter and he tensed up. “Peter calm down, Mr. Stark needs you for his important project, he’s sorry to interrupt your trip, but this case is very time sensitive and he thinks it’d be best you were with him as soon as possible.”
Peter’s stomach dropped, was he losing his suit again? Was Tony kicking him off of the team? Right now? During Peter’s field trip??
Peter wiped his sweaty palms against his jeans and nodded, stepping forward to meet Y/N before looking back at Ned and MJ who looked equally nervous for him. The two walked in silence down the hall until they turned a corner and the tension in Y/N’s shoulders dropped and she grabbed Peter’s clammy hand.
“Calm down, Parker. You’re not in trouble.” Y//N turned the corner again and the two stood at the elevator. Peter nervously stepped forward and pressed the up button. The doors slid open and before he could press the number to Stark’s office, Y/N stopped him and pressed the button to her floor. Peter looked at her, wide-eyed.
“But Mr. Stark said he needed-”
“That was just to get you to come with me, Pete.” Y/n took her hair down and shook it out. With Peter’s mind a little clearer, he saw that Y/n’s eyes were all puffed up and red, and her nose looked tender, like she had been blowing away a runny nose.
“Are you okay?” Peter asked, holding his girlfriend’s hand tightly.
Y/N shook her head, turning around to hold him, her head sinking into his chest. Peter was surprised by the sudden shift in mood, he almost never saw Y/n like this, so completely and utterly tired out. Peter wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her shoulders.
“It’s just been so stressful for the past week and I don’t even know why it’s so hard to do anything nowadays. I told my dad I wasn’t feeling good but I don’t know what’s wrong—“
“Alright what do you want me to do?” he spoke softly into her ear.
“Can you cuddle with me?” She mumbled into his chest, sniffling. Peter was quiet and she cleared her throat. “Only if it’s okay with you I just don’t want to be alone.”
“Yeah… yeah it’s okay, I got you okay?” He ran his fingers through her hair, pressing soft kisses onto Y/N’s forehead. Y/n nodded, her words of thanks muffled by Peter’s sweater.
The elevator door opened and Y/n lifted her head, but before she could let go of Peter, he had already lifted her up into his arms, carrying her to her room. Y/n was too tired to protest, she just wanted to go to sleep. Y/n felt Peter’s body shift around and before she knew it, she was lying on top of Peter’s chest, his steady heartbeat echoing in her ears.
“Is this better?” Peter whispered into her ear, rubbing circles into her back.
Y/n nodded. Her eyelids grew heavy and she hummed in content, burying her face into peter’s shirt.
“I love you Peter Parker,” she sleepily muttered, feeling her consciousness drift away as she began to doze off.
First and foremost: This post will contain spoilers for season 2, so if you haven’t watched it yet I advise you to look away.
You and Alucard watched as Trevor and Sypha’s wagon set off. Giving one last wave, you turned to look at Alucard. He had a small smile on his face but you could tell there was a sadness behind it. Trying to be lively you spoke up.
“Why don’t we start cleaning up the castle?” you said with a big smile. He looked down at you and returned the smile. Grabbing your hand in his, and the both of you started to head back.
It had been about half an hour since you started cleaning up together, then you moved onto the room next to the one Alucard was working on to speed things up. As you were picking things up, you found a small locket with no picture inside. You admired it for a bit before realizing you didnt know what to do with it. It might be important to the blonde vampire so you decided to go over to the next room and ask him what to do with it.
“Hey Alucard, where should I-“ you stopped when you saw him sitting in a big red and brown chair, holding his head and quietly sobbing. You ran over to him and got down on one knee to get on his level, grabbing his hands.
“Oh Alucard, it’ll be alright,” you reassured him. He kept his head down to keep you from seeing him cry. You put a hand on the side of his head and encouraged him to look at you. His golden eyes were a bit bloodshot and he pursed his quivering lip to keep the tears from flowing.
“Alucard, it’s ok to cry. But you’re not alone anymore, so I ask that you don’t cry alone. I’m here with you,” you told him. He started to cry again and and looked down at the ground. With a gentle touch, you pulled his head into your shoulder and rubbed his back, whispering that the hard part is over and that you’d be there to support him. He grabbed onto your shirt and continued to sob into your shoulder. It went on like for quite a bit and by the time he lifted his head to look at you, the sun was setting. You gave him a genuine smile and helped him up.
“Come on, the sun will set soon and we still need to find a room to sleep in. We’ll talk more when we can lay down,” you told him. You took his hand and guided him throughout the halls of the castle. You eventually found a suitable room and cleaned it up.
“Come on, let’s rest and we can discuss everything,” you said. The both of you laid down and he snuggled his head into your collarbone. After a few minutes you initiated the conversation.
“So do you want to talk abou-“ you looked down at him to see him asleep. You smiled to yourself and ran your fingers through his hair. It could wait until tomorrow, you both did a lot today and he deserved a good night’s rest.
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