#Some are very old gifs so sorry about the quality. But hey it means I got better ^^

[4alarmfirecracker]

Rules: Without naming them, post a gif of ten of your favourite ships (any media), then tag ten people to do the same.

Tagged by: @battlecouplesoulmates thank you that was soooo hard to choose the gifs :P Also I do not gif all my ships but almost all of them. Please guys talk to me about those ships.

Tagging: Honestly anyone who wants to do it ;)

Alsoooo ... Who said 10 ? :D Not me. They're totally in no specific order but know XWP is always first and Rizzles/Shoot is always second. I grew up with them so they have to be.

Also do you know them all ? If not please ask I'm feral about them.

[multifandomlover01]

John Carter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: virginity mentioned, talk about virginity, virginity shaming, some cringe behavior/dialogue on the part of the reader…sorry

Takes place during: S8E16 - Secrets and Lies

Other characters: Susan Lewis, Abby Lockhart, Luka Kovac and also Michael Gallant is there but not mentioned specifically

Use of Y/N/N as nickname

WC: ~1.4k

“And what about you, Y/N/N?” Abby asks you.

You look up from your book at her.

“Hmm?” You ask, not having been paying any attention to the conversation the group had been having.

“When did you lose your virginity?” She clarifies.

You thought this was an odd question. And you wondered why she was asking you it. You ignored the fact that your cheeks might be pinking as you ask her this.

“Wh-why would you ask?” You are afraid this is concerning you alone and not everyone else, not having quite caught the “and” at the beginning of Abby’s initial question.

“Susan and I made a bet about who here lost theirs at the youngest age. So how old were you?”

“Oh I um…I don’t really wanna…discuss it.” You murmur, trying to deflect and not admit that you hadn’t lost it yet.

“Oh come on.” Susan says. “Don’t be embarrassed. First times aren’t all magical and the stuff of fairytales. It’s ok if it was bad.”

“That’s not what…” You trail off, very embarrassed.

“Oh my god…” Abby says but trails off herself.

You don’t answer and hope no one else says anything about it.

“You’re still a virgin at thirty, aren’t you?” John Fucking Carter has to ask. You glance over at him and his stupid grinning face.

“I didn’t ask to be asked that personal question in front of a group of my colleagues.” You say and it’s clear you're madder at him for stating that along with your age than you are at Abby for having asked the question or Susan for engaging in betting about it alongside her.

“We’re sorry…” Susan says and she seems sincere. “We really are. We didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s fine.” You say and it comes out colder than you wanted it to but then you decided that you didn’t care.

“It’s just…we figured…”

“What? That I wouldn’t be a virgin? Sorry I’m still one.”

“Well yeah, I mean…you’re kinda shy but some guys are into that.” Abby says.

“And you’re like…super cute.” Susan adds.

You just scoff.

“They’re right.” Luka surprisingly says. You look at him and you notice John does too.

“Ex-Excuse me?” You stammer.

“I mean…I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rude. It’s just…your shyness can indeed be very endearing. And you’re also very kind and empathetic. Those are…good qualities to look for in a partner. Not that I’ve ever…thought about you in that way.” He chuckles.

“Oh my god you have. You think she’s cute.” Abby chuckles. She’s not mad. She finds it cute.

“I…I have not. I never said that.” Luka says awkwardly but his body language says that he very probably does think you're cute and has thought about your good qualities.

John is awfully quiet.

“Well, I know John used to have like the biggest crush on you.” Susan says.

Your cheeks tinge pinker (both from that and Luka). John’s cheeks are a bit pink as well.

“I well I uh…y-yeah…maybe a little.” He shrugs.

“What do you mean used to?” Abby asks. “He’s clearly still into her.” Luka agrees.

John glares at both of them.

-

“Hey, Y/N/N. Let me uh…ride the L with you. You’re not on tonight, are you?” John asks as the gang disperses.

“No…I’m not.” You reply.

“You know that um that thing with Susan and I is just a uh just a rumor, right?”

“There’s a rumor about you and Susan?” You pretend to not know what he’s talking about.

He tilts his head curiously. “You mean you haven’t heard the rumor that we’re dating?”

“Yes, I have. I was joking, John.”

“Oh…ok…”

“Oh just kiss already!” Susan hollers from across the street.

Both of your cheeks pink.

“You don’t really still have a crush on me, do you?” You ask as you look at him.

He averts his gaze and doesn’t immediately respond.

“Or…do you?”

“Well I uh…I might…”

-

“Nympho girl, Liz?…Harper…surgical boss’s boss, Dr. Keaton?…Anna…Roxanne…cousin’s ex…Rena…Abby…”

“Oh…wow. You…remember all of them…I don’t even…wh-why do you remember?”

“Because each one caused me pain. And you can say that I should’ve just…grown a pair and confessed my feelings for you. And you’d be right. But I am just…so scared that you don’t like me the way I like you. I’m scared to lose you in my life. What if…we cross that line and can’t come back if something happens between us.”

He brings a hand up to wipe the couple of tears away that’ve fallen down your cheeks.

“You felt pain?”

“I’d cry myself to sleep at night whenever I saw you with a woman. It’s pathetic. I know that. I’m actually painfully aware of that. I was just so upset about what I saw but still wasn’t willing to do a damn thing about it.”

“Why don’t we now?”

“What?” He can’t seriously be suggesting what you think he is.

“Do something…about your feelings…and mine.”

He holds your chin gently, raises it. He looks into your eyes.

“God, I love your eyes.” He says softly as he smiles. “And don’t you dare mention anyone else’s.” He chuckles as he continues. “Those are mutually exclusive facts. This is about you, no one else. This is about me…complimenting you. This is about me…and you…kissing…” He leans in slowly. He gives you a chance to pull away. You don’t. You’re frozen.

“John, I-I…” you stammer, heart pounding in your chest.

“Close your eyes, stop being so nervous. It’s gonna be ok.” He whispered softly.

“Y-yeah? You promise? Because I genuinely feel like I’m about to pass out.”

“Yeah. I promise. So close your eyes, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He holds your shoulder firmly enough to let you know he’s there but not so hard to bruise or hurt.

“Ok.” You close your eyes.

He cups your face with one hand as he leans down. His lips meet yours. It’s your first kiss. He’s making it special. He is holding your face so tenderly. He pulls away. He smiles at you.

“Was that good?”

“Y-yes. At least…I think so. I have no frame of reference.”

He looks slightly surprised. “Really? You’ve never kissed anyone before either?”

“N-no…it’s really embarrassing, I know.” You avert your gaze.

“Actually it’s more surprising than embarrassing.” He chuckles.

“Oh?” You look back at him. “What makes you say that?”

“It’s surprising to me that no one has snatched you up yet.” He boops your nose.

“Maybe I was just…waiting…for that…special someone.” You shrug, smiling.

He sighs. “Well I’m hardly that someone.” He chuckled as he shakes his head.

“What makes you say that?” You tilt your head.

“Because…I’m…I’m broken, Y/N/N. You…you deserve better.” His eyes get glossy as he looks at you.

“Why don’t you let me decide if I deserve you or not, hmm?” You boop his nose now. “You may think you’re broken but I still think you’re incredibly kind and caring.”

He shakes his head. “No. That’s…that’s you, not me.”

“Because...why?” You ask for clarification. “Why can’t it be you?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“Well…because…” He trails off. “Because…there’s…reasons…” He again evades the question.

“Name them.” You challenge.

He avoids your gaze.

“John?” You asks softly. “Look at me please?”

He lifts his gaze. “Yeah?”

“Do you genuinely think you’re unworthy of love?” You fear he might given his past actions.

He averts his gaze again and shrugs. “I dunno.”

“Johnny…” you say softly.

His gaze snaps to yours, tears welling up in his eyes again.

“Wh-what?” He clears his throat and averts his gaze again.

You definitely noticed a shift in things. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?”

“N-No, it’s just…My brother…he called me Johnny…”

“I am so sorry, I-I didn’t mean to upset you.” You immediately feel like you’ve fucked up.

He dismissed it with a wave of his hand. “Don’t apologize. It’s fine. It was actually really nice to hear it again, especially from someone like you.”

“What do you mean, someone like me?”

“Someone who loves me.” Tears slip down his cheeks.

You raise a hand to wipe the tears away. "And I do love you, John."

He smiles and chuckles as the tears keep spilling. "God, I love you too, so fucking much." He wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly. You wrap your arms around him as well.

“It’s ok. I’ve got you.”

“Please don’t let me go.”

“I won’t. I’ll never let you go, John.”

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi! I saw your matchup requests were open so I'd like to request a romantic male matchup for Supernatural, Marvel, and DC? (if you aren't doing them feel free to ignore this! And if I requested too many fandoms, do whichever you'd like, I don't want to overload you!!)

My name is Bianca, she/her pronouns, and I'm 18. I am 5’9”, have brown wavy hair (wolfcut?), tan skin, and hazel eyes. I have an athletic sort of hourglass build? My hobbies include reading (classic literature, horror, dystopian novels), writing, painting, and running; a LOT. I absolutely love running and flex my leg muscles ironically every chance I get, which annoys everyone lol. I'm pretty active, and do boxing some archery, and XC/track. I'm always cooking or baking something, my fridge always has some type of dessert. My knowledge in random things/facts is very vast, I have too many interests and retain so much information, and I have an excellent memory. I am a big cat person and love mine to death, she is my child. I am Romanian and English is my second language, but I live in the US (that being said, I'm sorry for any mistakes I can't spell to save my life).

My style/aesthetic really varies but it's mostly like a 90s type of look, a bit dark and grungy. But in the summer, I've been told I dress like a hippy lol. Flared/baggy pants, small shirts and crop tops, leather jackets and big sweaters; otherwise I dress like Adam Sandler. I wear so much jewelry, specifically necklaces and bracelets, and am usually in some type of platform or tall shoes. I may be slightly addicted to music. I love rock/metal and rap, and occasionally some art pop. My favorite bands/artists are Guns N' Roses, Megadeth, Metallica, Future, Metro Boomin, and secretly Doja Cat and Lady Gaga.

As for my personality, that's difficult to explain. I'm an ENTP and ambivert, and am very energetic (and oftentimes dramatic) I'm short tempered (lowkey have anger issues), sarcastic, and a little mean without meaning to be. It takes a while for me to get comfortable with people, and don't really like physical touch unless I'm really close with them. However, I am very loyal to those I love, whether it be romantic or platonic, and care deeply for them. I'm both a logical and creative thinker, and put on this tough and confident persona but I can be really sensitive at times. I'm pretty funny (at least I hope so) and make remarks solely to amuse myself and sometimes others around me. Also, I have ADHD. I find it funny to confuse people and it's hilarious when they get weirded out. I'm also super talkative (which you may have realized by this essay, so sorry for rambling) but also a good listener and am always willing to listen and give advice. Overall, I'm not a very good person but I have some good qualities.

Thank you for taking the time to read this <3

(sorry if it doesn't make sense I skimmed it to proofread😭)

Hey! I'm sorry this got out and posted so late! (Btw, your request makes sense, don't worry :))!

I hope you enjoy your matchups!

(Funnily enough, I was watching Adam Sandler (Happy Gilmore) as I was making this)

Romantic Matchups; Supernatural, Marvel, and DC

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Romantic;

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Supernatural;

Dean Winchester -

You met Dean Winchester when you were both kids, attending the same school during a very rare two years when he and the other Winchester's weren't moving around as much.

If that makes sense..?

Work with me here.

It started when Dean saw you getting teased by some slightly older kid for being "too weird" and for spouting random fun facts. Dean, ever the protective type, jumped in to stop them.

This was during middle school, by the way, kids are cruel.

As an eleven-year-old or something, Dean was kind of impressed by your encyclopedic knowledge of almost everything.

But, when he found out that you knew a lot about rock bands, that won him over instantly.

You two became fast friends, spending recess sharing snacks and swapping stories - Dean always loved your dramatic retellings of random history facts.

Dean was beginning to wish he could stay at the school, no moving, just stay in the same state, the same city, so he could continue being your friend.

He dreaded when he'd have to move again.

Surprisingly, he got to stay longer than he thought he would; to high school, he went with you.

Dean introduced you to other classical rock music, insisting Led Zeppelin IV would change your life.

In turn, you showed him your favorite Guns N' Roses tape, which he eventually admitted wasn’t half bad.

Eventually, he told you about when he and his dad did. Even though it was kind of frowned upon to let regular people know about what they were up to, he told you.

He trusted you, loved you, and knew you would blad or anything.

Just don't tell his dad he told you.

You had countless late-night talks, lying on the hood of the Impala under the stars. Dean would open up in ways he never did with anyone else, and you’d always listen, offering a quiet strength he didn’t know he needed.

And then...

When you turned 18 and got accepted into your dream college, Dean was thrilled for you - but the goodbye was bittersweet.

He didn’t say it, but it felt like he was losing a piece of himself when you left.

He had your number... But he never got the courage to call you... And then he got too busy... With hunts, you know?

And you were off doing your own thing...

Dean kind of came to the realization that you were probably doing better off without him.

You didn't need him anymore.

Years later - decades even - after you had graduated from your dream college, and found yourself working in a different city, Dean found you again while working on a case.

“I’ll be damned,” He muttered with a grin, leaning against the Impala as you stared in disbelief. “Still spouting random facts, or do I finally get some peace and quiet?”

Who knew you were going to walk out of the same grocery store that he was getting ready to walk right into?

The reunion was slightly awkward...

But you and Dean quickly slipped back into old habits effortlessly.

By this time, there was something new brewing, something deeper.

There's something there that wasn't there before... ;)

Before you knew it, you were inseparable again.

Dean’s feelings started to grow the more he spent with you.

And you found yourself drawn to Dean, in the way he protected people he cared about still, like you and Sammy, even at great personal cost.

His loyalty was something you deeply admired.

The romantic tension built slowly, with stolen glances, lingering touches, and Dean cracking jokes to hide how much he wanted to kiss you.

The first kiss happened after a particularly rough hunt. Dean came back to the motel bruised and exhausted, and you scolded him for being reckless.

"You're cute when you're mad," He then said, making you look up at him.

You held his stare, your anger wavering the longer you did as a shiver ran down your spine at the intensity.

He kissed you, slightly impulsive, but perfect.

Dating Dean means lots of road trips in the Impala, with him blasting classic rock and you sneaking in some Megadeth when he’s not looking.

You love to cook not only for yourself but Sam and Dean too; Dean loves whenever you cook or bake - will ask for pie all the time, be warned.

Dean would surprise you with little gifts after a particularly long hunt; bracelets or necklaces that match your style; either grunge or boho.

Arm wrestling matches where Dean pretends to let you win, only to be genuinely surprised by your strength.

Teaching Dean random boxing moves, even though he’s already skilled just so you can "critique his form."

Dean would make sure you are okay during intense or stressful situations; making sure you are not too overwhelmed.

If you are, he'd get you out of the situation, obviously.

Will meet your cat, though Dean doesn't know how to interact with your cat. And your cat is kind of 'meh' about him.

They warm up to each other eventually.

Dean likes to pretend he doesn't notice that you have stolen some of his clothes. He loves it when you wear his clothes, by the way.

~~~

Marvel;

Peter Parker - (Honestly, it could be any Peter, but I thought Tom's Peter worked best) -

As Tony Stark's daughter - yes, lucky you! - you've been in Peter's orbit long before he officially met you.

Yony often mentioned you casually, since you were his very smart, talented daughter after all.

He described you as “a little too much like me - God help the world.”

(By the way, your dad loves spoiling you because you are so cool, you don't act spoiled at all.)

You officially met Peter at the Avengers Compound when Tony introduced you during one of the days you hung out with Bruce Banner.

You came to the compound every Sunday to learn more from Banner and have him help you with your homework if you needed help at all.

You noticed Peter’s awkwardness immediately, making you think about how you were probably acting awkward as well.

Awkward.

You didn't know how you got there, but you ended up accidentally rambling about some random historical fact to him.

Peter was immediately smitten but tried to play it cool, which was hard when you were both witty, smart, and gorgeous.

Peter quickly became your favorite person to banter with, as he could keep up with your fast-paced humor.

Yeah, Peter thought you were pretty funny.

And you even laughed at his jokes too!

You bonded over a shared love of learning and your habit of talking too much about random topics.

Peter loves to text you often with pictures to check in with you when he's on a mission or when you aren't together for some reason.

You’d bake cookies together in the Stark kitchen, with Peter marveling at your skills while simultaneously breaking every egg wrong.

Somehow everything is covered in flour or with eggshells everywhere and in everything.

Peter started to realize that he was falling for you when he found you rushing up to him at the Tower. There was a bright smile on your face and a book in your hands as you ran up to him, telling him all about the new book that you had just finished and needed to tell him all about.

You fell for Peter when you saw how kind he was. He was always putting others before himself, even at his own expense.

The romantic tension built up when you were both staying up late on a school night working on a shared project together.

But, you only had your first kiss when Peter saved you from a dangerous situation.

Peter was rambling, freaking out, and checking you for any injuries when you just pulled him close and kissed him, shutting him up.

Dating Peter involves lots of movie nights where he insists on marathoning old sci-fi movies you secretly enjoy too.

He’d love how you sneak little treats into his backpack when he’s not looking, and you’d adore how he always checks in to make sure you’re safe. Even though he knows that you can take care of yourself.

Peter would always bring you coffee during late-night study sessions, even if it meant webbing across the city at 3 a.m.

He doesn't mind.

He'll do anything for you.

Helping him fix his Spidey suit, adding tiny upgrades just to mess with him. "What about a hidden button that can dispense cookies?"

Dancing together in the lab to Metro Boomin'.

Secretly listening to Lady Gaga together.

Loves gifting your new clothing, especially sweaters.

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DC;

Wally West -

You met Wally West during your first week working with the Justice League.

As a new hero with impressive powers, you caught Wally’s attention immediately.

And as a self-proclaimed "Lady's Man", he approached you with his trademark charm, wanting to break the ice.

You impressed him when you beat him during a sparring lesson, showing off your boxing skills, and leaving him speechless on the mat.

Wally loved how energetic and witty you were, making it easy to strike up a quick friendship.

You bonded over your shared love of fitness, often going on runs together and trying to outpace each other.

He slows down for you so you can actually have fun together.

You like to prank each other sometimes. Nothing too bad, but fun and silly.

He likes to hide your jewelry or platform shoes from you, and you like to swap his snacks out with broccoli and put saran wrap on the doorway.

Wally fell for you one eventful night of fighting Lex Luthor.

Afterward, he watched as you made sure he was alright, making sure he wasn't badly injured.

He loved how deeply you cared for people, especially when you cared for him.

You realized you had feelings for Wally when he stayed up all night with you after a tough mission, he wanted to make sure you were okay.

The tension grew as Wally became more protective of you during missions, always cracking jokes to mask his worry.

Do friends go to the fair together?

I would guess so.

Totally normal thing.

Totally normal for Wally to win that plushie you saw hanging from a game booth.

Totally normal for you both to share elephant ears, beats having to buy two.

Totally normal for you both to go on the Ferris wheel together.

And totally normal for you two to kiss-

Wait.

It happened on the Ferris wheel. You were sitting side by side, watching the twinkling lights of the fair, you clutched the plush to your chest... And then, you both went to say something at the same time.

Awkward but cute.

Your heart was racing.

His was always racing, but it was racing more than usual :)

Your eyes met, and then...

Dating Wally means constant adventures, from impromptu road trips to late-night runs through the city.

Yeah, he still slows down for you.

Wally adores how much you challenge him and how much you make him laugh.

Will obviously go to you when he needs advice.

He totally would propose to you with a Dollar Store Ring Pop. Strawberry flavored.

Loves your cat, will bring treats and toys for your kitty. They are best friends.

Bro, you got ADHD, Wally's got ADHD, he understands and totally gets all the struggles.

If you need time alone for any reason, will make sure you have everything you need - and if you don't, he will run and get you what you need - and then he'd run off and do something while he waits for you.

Kind of clingy, but will understand if you need physical space from him.

He will steal your clothes. He likes wearing your sweaters, jackets, and even your jewelry.

[illadvisedselfships]

I come into your inbox bearing one free ticket 🎫 to gush over any f/o of choice :3 (or all of them if you prefer as well~)

I ACTUALLY HAVE L I S T S. ON MY NOTES APP XD LET ME JUST GO AND REFRESH MYSELF XD Haha. Gushing commences down below XD

Cruella De Vil (SPECIFCALLY 1996)- The only person real or fictional I would ever marry!

First of all I just love the way she talks! She uses words like 'squander' and 'sycophant' and aghh I love it. And this quote??- 'More good women have been lost to marriage then to war, famine, disease and disaster'. This is the line that first got me interested in her. Like... its extreme (Of course women can be married and still be powerful and amazing as hell) but there is truth to it and I love a mean old woman who's not afraid at all to say it.

Her HAIR. Its just perfect!! It looks so soft and fluffy and? the colour and the volume?? How??? It is iconic and I love drawing it, looking at it, thinking about playing with it... XD Its just great, alright?

How sorry she was about Anita's pregnancy 😅😅😅 Babe same. I've said it before and I'll say it again, if I got pregnant I would want people to respond the same way 😅😅😅 That's just personal thing, of course, I know most people would be happy to be with baby and wish to be congratulated but hey- that's why she's my f/o XD

I'm oddly obsessed with the sound her teeth make on her cigarette stick??? XDD Its just- I don't know. One of those things that's kinda satisfying for me ! 😂

Red. Lipstick.

She doesn't pull punches and I love writing for characters like that ^^ You get what you see with her.

Jim Bickerman- My main F/O!!

Alright first of all- I just feel like he's a perfect combination of all the kinds of characters I like! XD 1. Sleaze, 2. Crazy old man 3. Antagonist.

The f l a n n e l s. I-

Its just-

They look so good that's all I'm gonna say XD

A small detail I noticed that I like?? He has band aids on his fingers in Final Chapter. And I just wonder if, behind the scenes, the costume designer decided Jim was accident prone and constantly covered in band aids or if that was an Englund add XD Either way I just think its neat for a low budget campy creature feature sequel XD

Messy beard.

OKAY BUT?? HIS TALKING?? The line 'Come to Daddy you little bitch'?? That wry chuckle and 'Heh, whadaya mean?' all-too-innocent after someone asks him where the hell he's taking them?? Using 'clicks' as a measurement of distance? 💙 The fact that he calls himself a 'greedy old fart' as well as a 'cripple'? 😅

HE HAS REDEEMABLE QUALITIES. WHICH IS A NEW ONE FOR ME XD He respects his mother ('Mrs Bickerman wasnt a very good housekeeper' // 'Hey. That's no way to talk about the dead, son'), he is apparently against stealing (When a woman in Vs Anaconda suggests they take a boat he's very serious in telling her that doesn't belong to us), yes he was very creepy with that one girl in Final Chapter but he did not go to touch her at all which I think is pretty good compared to some other Englund characters 😅 as well as other F/O's of mine (Past or present), he was semi-nice to Max, etc.

His reaction to getting a gun pulled on him will never not be my favourite XD Like 'oh for gods sake, this again?'. And- you can see- he is almost laughing!

Also- I BET he could build a campfire. And that?? I don't know why but??? That is TOP TIER for me. I just-... oooffffffffffffffffffffff. Just 👌 Haha XD Where did my underwear go??-

Otis B Driftwood: I dunno, he's just... very comforting to me??? Ahhhhhhh.

I think its been very well established by now I love characters that don't hold back. They're brutally honest- usually in a mean, cruel way. Cruella De Vil is one, Slenderman is another, and Otis is one too. Maybe I just like that I always have that option?; not the killing or being mean obviously, but that just being grumpy instead of forcing a smile on is there as choice if I need it. I used to go into a 'Slenderman persona' when I had an oral presentation in school?? 😂😂😂 Which just means I was able to be still. I wasn't worried about what anyone else thought cuz who cares what they think, 'I hate them all anyway' (Which was of course not true, it was just apart of the 'persona' 😅). Otis is a riff off of that time in my life, I think XD 😅 When I'm having a bad day nowadays and I'm still forced to be out and about I might start thinking a bit snarky like him 😅😅😅 I know, I have some off defense mechanisms.

ANYWAY- he's absolutely rot incarnate and that is why you watch the movies XD He's a like a train wreck. You cant look away.

HIS SPEECHES!! Oh my lord. I love that that's how we were introduced to him- with him ranting to some kidnapped teenagers about a 'conformist world' and 'this culture of mechanical reproductions'. Ohhhhh boy XD

Somehow?? He seems to get... healthier?? With age??? What is this Benjamin Button nonsense?? XDD He has definitely made a deal with the devil.

He looks so cuddly in his overalls in the 3rd movie 😂😂😂 And he has no right!-

Just the fact that when one guy, Virgil, was worried if he went and broke Otis' sister out of prison as per Otis demand then she would kill him (Virgil), Otis was like *sigh* 'okay, I'll write you a note.'. Like a parent saying his kid doesn't have to do P.E today??? XDD

Professor Callahan (SPECIFICALLY THEMICHAEL RUPERT MUSICAL VERSION.):

He. SINGS. Whoever said musical theatre kids aren't hot have clearly not seen what they can turn into. Goddamn.

His voice in general ahhhhhhhhh. I wanted him to degrade me at first, admittedly XDD But now I want praise. And degradation actually. BOTH! And its not the actors real voice, either, I saw a video on Tik Tok of Rupert and he was talking completely different- then at the end abruptly PUT ON HIS CALLAHAN VOICE FOR A LAST LINE and ohhh BOY I was finished. XD

Oh my goodness, he yanked my dormant teacher/professor kink back to life by its ankles!-

That was my first kink and honestly I'm pleased to see it back 😂😂

The fact that they made the character so much worse in the musical??? Like in the movie (Victor Garber ver.) he's kind of likeable at the start, making a joke or two to release the tension in his classroom- but THIS version is like crush grandma so we can get laid IMMEDIATELY!! G o d. I love villains. And he is a classic case of no-holds-barred, black and white, Disney Villain-esque, walks-off-chuckling bastardry and I love it.

'Or is that unfair?- OH WAIT, I don't care'.

Ahhh!, his face after he sniffs Elle's resume!! Its so cute I love it XD

This outfit:

[gloomiebearwritings]

Hey Charlie, I just saw your headcanons and I love them. May I ask for some Vergil, Dante, and Nero headcanons for being with an S/O who just lost a parent or how they protect their S/O

Aw, thank you, Anon! I had to leave the lost parent out because I wasn't sure how to work it in at this time, but I hope you like it!! ❤❤❤

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Dante

He created a system of key words to use in case you felt unsafe when he wasn’t with you, dropping everything and coming to your aid if you gave him that single word

Training wasn’t exactly something he was sure he could do with you, not wanting to make it feel like you had to fend for yourself with no help- but also not wanting to leave you defenseless

With your safety meaning so much to him, he went out of his way to save up money to get a weapon made specially for you, having it lovingly gilded with your name on it 

Though still, you could find discarded pages of a journal he haphazardly discarded where he’d scribbled out his worries for your safety: 

“My baby will be safe, right? I had the weapon made but still…”

“I know y/n is strong, but what if a demon is too strong?”

“Gotta save up enough to refurbish this old place- need to make it safer for y/n…”

He didn’t care if he wrecked a part of his shop, he could fix it later- but he wouldn’t be able to fix you getting hurt or losing you. It didn’t matter to him if he had to save up money for repairs, that could be done without guilt, but an injury to you would haunt him even after you told him you knew what could happen before.

Only after he could be sure the bastard who came for you was no longer, and a wall being completely busted along with the table did he finally stop. His stomach felt ill as he turned back to find you hiding in a broken part of the wall, beckoning you to come out so he could check on you, promising you it was safe again. In his arms he checked you for any serious injuries, muttering “I’m sorry” over and over before you finally snapped him out of it by promising him you were okay.

Vergil

It doesn’t show on the outside very much, but he deeply cares for your safety- even if on the outside he acts like he could take on anything for you

He never lets his anxiety show unless it’s eating him alive at that moment, even then however, he only really buries his face in whatever part of you he’s closest to

When he does train you it’s a bit intense, and he may seem a bit too harsh in how he talks to you- but it’s never meant to hurt you, and if you express you felt a bit hurt, he’ll always apologize 

Sometimes late at night you can hear him talking to himself as he sits awake while he thinks you’re asleep:

“I can’t keep being so harsh on y/n, it won’t help the training sink in…”

“I love ((him/them)) too much to let anything happen…”

“The weapon ((he/they)) wants the most must be made to be the highest quality possible; I will not allow anything less…”

When you’re actually in danger however, he cared not for the property damage he caused others- feeling whoever’s property suffered damage during the confrontation should be happy he even spared a bit of it. You staying safe and alive is all that mattered to him, not someone else’s property. 

Whatever demons attempted to stand between you two were left in pieces, scattered about haphazardly around you. Remaining in his demonic form he picked you up, holding you tight against him, his hardened protrusions digging into your skin enough to bruise. He pressed his forehead to yours, his voice almost shaking as he swore from that point on, he’d never leave your side again.

Nero

He was fairly open about his worries for your safety, making sure you knew how much he’d do to keep you safe

There were times where he seemed a little overbearing with how protective he was once he realized just how vulnerable you were

He was never really comfortable with leaving your side for long, so you had to get used to being with him in the garage when he’d work on the van

He checked in on you frequently when he had to be away, sometimes coming off as a little annoying when he’d interrupt something:

“Hey, babe! How’s it going over there? Everything still good?”

“Everything still good? Keeping out of trouble, right?”

“You better be keeping out of trouble; else I’ll have to… actually I don’t know where I was going with that…”

You were never supposed to get hurt, you were supposed to be safe just this once when he left for a bit. The demons weren’t able to get close enough to even harm you however, as his sudden presence surprised them and you. None were able to get any closer with how he broke them, battering them with each other until the only ones moving were the two of you. 

It was only after he calmed his breathing, and the dust settled that you were able to see that he was just then letting his spectral arms rest. He rushed to your side and scooped you up off the ground and not wasting a second getting you somewhere safe, only resting when he knew for sure you two were far enough away. Even still he kept you pressed against his leathery chest, his heart still pounding as he apologized; checking you for wounds that’d need serious medical treatment. 

[rowritesstuff]

okay! i have a request! dad!kaz x mom!reader where maybe their kid gets kidnapped and the reader is distressed and kaz is just beyond angry and rips the whole city apart, in search for their kid. and when they find them its just teary family comfort??

if you dont feel it, dont worry about it!<3

Blood Be Damned (Kaz Brekker x Female Reader)

A/N: The quality of this just kinda goes 📈📉📈📉📈📉 I hope you don't mind that I kinda messed with the dad!Kaz idea (nothing bad, I promise!). If you don't like it, I swear I will write a new version of this. 😂 Also, in my head this takes place post-CK, so Kaz and the reader are probably roughly 18. I also hope y'all like the name I picked for the kid. Also, I need to go to bed, so I didn't do a final proof read. Deal with it. 😘

Ro's Masterpost

WORD COUNT: 2k

WARNINGS: Teen parenting, possibly OOC Kaz (but it's fucking adorable), missing child and kidnapping, mentions of torture, blood, mentions of death, mild violence, slitting the throats of stuffed animals?

GIF found on @naslostcontrol

Kaz had been busy lately, so he was behind on his work. Very behind on his work. Because you were nice (and because you would do practically anything for the man), you decided to help him get it done, meaning it would be a late night.

It was currently just about nine bells in the evening. You were sitting on the bed you and Kaz shared most nights while Kaz was putting Alyx, your daughter, to bed.

Or, at least he was supposed to be.

You were interrupted by the door opening and giggles disrupting the silence. The source of the laughing was Kaz and Alyx, who was receiving a piggyback ride from Kaz.

"She's supposed to be in bed!" Although you were slightly mad; Alyx should have been in bed by now, you couldn't help the loving smile that took over your face.

You never expected Kaz to get along with your daughter so well. Even before you and Kaz were together, he gave Alyx nothing but kindness and care. Alyx had adored Kaz since they met when she was just a few months old. When your relationship with Kaz grew, he swiftly stepped into the role of Alyx's father figure.

Kaz turned his back to face you and let Alyx fall onto the bed in front of you. The small girl erupted into more giggles. "Someone wanted to say good night to the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Hey!" Alyx exclaimed.

Kaz kissed Alyx's forehead. "Sorry. The second most beautiful girl in the world. Right after Alyx."

You pulled Alyx into your arms, cradling her. "Although I am very happy that you wanted to say good night, you need to be asleep." Your gaze went back to Kaz. "I swear to the Saints, if she's grumpy tomorrow, you'll be taking care of her."

Kaz rolled his eyes; he would gladly take care of your daughter any day, no matter what mood she was in. He scooped Alyx back up and placed a kiss on the top of your head. "I'll put her to bed now."

"Thank you."

As Kaz moved to leave the room, Alyx shouted out "good night!" to you.

"Good night, darling!" The door closed behind the two people you loved most in the world.

Shortly after they left and you continued working, Kaz came back and settled down at his desk. He removed his leather gloves, which despite making huge progress on overcoming his touch aversion, he still often wore around Alyx. Alyx was a very touchy, somewhat clingy child. Sometimes overwhelmingly so. Kaz refused to ask her to be more careful with him, or even let you ask her, so he wore the gloves.

The two of you worked in comfortable silence, occasionally asking for the other's help every once in a while until the early morning hours. As more and more time passed, you felt the exhaustion hit you harder each hour. The words on the page blended together, though you could barely focus on understanding the combinations of letters. Your eyes grew heavy as you tried to work through the tiredness.

You must have fallen asleep at some point because you woke up to Kaz shaking you and frantically saying something about Alyx. You couldn't comprehend the words coming out of his mouth.

"Slow down," you said once you were mostly lucid. "What's going on?"

"Alyx is missing."

You sighed. "She's probably just wandering around in the kitchen or something."

Kaz put a stuffed lion toy in your lap. "This was in her bed."

You picked the toy up and inspected it. As your fingers ran around the plush fabric, your breathing shook. Alyx had a stuffed crow, which she loved to death, but she never had a stuffed lion.

You started to take some deeper inhales, attempting to get into a mindspace to think rationally.

Alyx wasn't in her bed.

There was a stuffed lion toy in her place.

You had no idea where she was or when she was taken.

That's all you knew.

Kaz took the toy from your hands and tossed it on the floor to deal with later. He took your hands in his gloved ones, running his thumbs over your knuckles. You knew he was trying to calm you or ease your mind with gentleness, but it wasn't working.

He pulled you into him, resting your head on his chest. He lowered his mouth to your ear and whispered, "I will find whoever did this, and I will make them regret it."

Kaz limped into the bedroom late the next day. After carefully leaning his cane against the wall, he took his coat off and hung it up. His gaze navigated to the bed, where, thankfully, you were sleeping.

You hadn't slept the night before; you were worrying and trying to find Alyx. Before he had left earlier, he asked you to get some sleep, though at the time, you didn't seem happy at the request.

Kaz made his way to the bathroom, quickly finding the washbasin. He removed his gloves, as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Spots of dried blood decorated his right cheek. He set his gloves aside on the counter, more blood from the gloves smearing on the surface.

Hours and hours of interrogating Dime Lions and torturing Dime Lions and none of them gave any information. They all claimed ignorance. He'd sent Inej on multiple sweeps of Dime Lion territory and nothing.

Alyx was nowhere.

Kaz gripped the edge of the counter, his hands wet from washing the blood from his face. He stared into the water in the washbasin.

She had to be somewhere. Someone had to know something. He didn't care how many people got hurt in the process, he would find Alyx for you. For him.

He knew that Alyx saw him as a father figure and he knew that he cared for the girl, but her being gone made him realize the true paternal love he felt for her. Alyx had a presence that brightened up every room she stumbled into. Kaz missed her smile, her hugs, her laughter, her tears, her curiosity, her light that hadn't been killed by Ketterdam yet.

She was his daughter, blood be damned.

And he was going to find her and bring her home.

He wiped the tears from his cheeks before he went back into the bedroom and changed into clean clothes. From behind him, he heard blankets shifting around. He turned, and there you were. Eyes open, hair tangled; you still looked half asleep. You looked up at him.

He shook his head. Your eyes closed as your hand rubbed your face. "I've sent Inej on another sweep, this time of all of Ketterdam." He sat on the bed as he buttoned up his white shirt. You moved closer to him. "Knowing her, she'll find or intercept something and we'll find Alyx and bring her home to you-"

"Kaz, stop."

He turned his upper body to face you, confusion etched on his features. He removed his hands from the undone top button of his shirt and he placed one on your blanket-covered side. He silently waited for you to continue.

"Please stop sugar-coating this and giving me false hope."

"It's not false hope. Inej may actually find something."

"Kaz, it's been well over a day-"

"Don't you dare tell me what I think you're about to."

You sat up and took his face in your hands, eyes flooding with tears. His hand stayed on your side. "It kills me to even think about it, but we need to be realistic. We're in Ketterdam, for Saints sake. This place isn't known for rainbows and sunshine." Your voice cracked and wavered as you spoke.

Kaz remained silent as tears trickled down both your cheeks and his cheeks.

"Y/N, I have no idea where she is." His other hand went to her other side. "We don't deserve this. Alyx doesn't deserve this."

You pulled him into you as sobs racked the both of you.

You watched Kaz as he slept next to you. You were sitting up in your bed as Kaz's head lay on the pillow next to your lap. Despite his roughed up hair and messy appearance, you admired his peaceful beauty. Your fingers ran through his dark hair, calming you.

He had fallen asleep in your arms, which had only proved to you how deprived he was of sleep. You had to briefly wake him to move into this position, which was much more comfortable for the both of you.

Five quick taps at your window made you zone back into the world outside of Kaz. You removed your hands from his hair and you quickly got out of bed, finding Inej crouching outside the bedroom window. You opened it, letting her in.

Inej held out an opened letter to you. "What is it?" you asked as you took the letter out of the envelope.

"I intercepted it before it got to the recipient. It's a communication from within the Razorgulls."

You skimmed the letter, finding mentions of a toddler girl and Kaz, though he was addressed as "Dirtyhands". The toddler girl must be Alyx, who the letter said was "Dirtyhands' daughter". Whoever sent the letter had Alyx.

"The Razorgulls took her. But they left a stuffed lion."

"Most likely to throw us off their trail and onto the Dime Lions'. And it worked."

"Do you know where this came from?"

Inej nodded. "I wrote the address." She handed you a slip of paper.

"Thank you so much," you whispered before kissing her cheek and pulling her into a hug. "I owe you everything."

"Just focus on getting your daughter back." Eventually, Inej broke the hug and left the room through the window. You ran to the bed and woke Kaz.

He woke up, slightly delirious, but once you told him that you knew Alyx's location, he snapped into full attention.

It was a simple two-person job, with you and Kaz being the two people. When Inej scoped out Alyx's location, she found there was only ever two people guarding the building, which you could very easily take out. The Razorgulls were careless.

You and Kaz studied the building from behind the side of a wall. In front, you saw the two guards Inej had told you about. They would be very easy to take care of. The guards paced around the front of the building, chatting with each other.

Kaz turned to you. "You take the right guard, I'll take the left. Once we get in, I'll focus on finding Alyx while you deliver our message. I'll find you once I have her." He took your hand in his gloved one.

Your other hand played with the strap of the satchel that crossed your body as you nodded. "Let's go."

You and Kaz snuck around in opposite directions, making your way for a sneak attack on the guards. On the way, you picked up a decent-sized rock. You hid behind the wall of the building, watching Kaz on the other side. At his nod, you ran toward the guard on the right.

You brought the rock down on the guard's head, knocking him out fairly quickly. When you looked back up, Kaz had knocked out his guard. The both of you bolted to the front door, swiftly opening it and running inside. You ran up the staircase as Kaz searched the first floor for Alyx.

You eventually found what appeared to be the office room in the building. You stopped at the wooden desk and opened your satchel. You lined up the five stuffed gull toys on the desk. After taking your knife out of your pocket, you carefully made a slice on the throats of each toy bird. Satisfied with your work, you placed the knife back in your pocket.

Not long after you finished, you heard quick footsteps behind you. You turned, and there she was. Alyx ran to you and you scooped her up in your arms, holding her tight as your eyes slipped close.

The tears falling down your face didn't matter. The world didn't matter. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

The sound of a cane clicking against the wooden floor made your eyes open again. Kaz stood awkwardly in the doorway, watching you hold Alyx. After making your way to him, you kissed his cheek.

"I love you," you whispered. "I love you both so much."

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 10

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sam helps you out in planning for the launch while Bucky is away.

Word Count: 4.2k (woopsies)

Warnings: SMUT is back, angry unprotected sex, spitting, a tiny hint at scratching and choking, some hurtful words thrown in yada yada yada, kinda intense asjkcackansk

A/N: STRAP THE FUCK IN BECAUSE WE BOUTTA RIDE A DAMN ROLLERCOASTER OMG I’m nervous for this because I found this part very intense while writing it. And I hope it comes across as that to y’all as well because my fingers ached from how hard I was typing this part lmfao. Team Bucky vs Team Reader/Team Sam here we goooo sksksk enjoy

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

You didn't accept Sam's invitation to connect in LinkedIn. Not yet. But it did give you several ideas, like maybe submitting a resignation letter? Get away from Bucky and his toxic ass? He has Mackenzie now, he can easily have her take over your position anyway.

However, you were also torn because you loved your job at Bucky's company. It paved way for you to improve your skills and you experienced a lot of growth too. And well, Bucky's there too but god, you hated him right now. As much as you wanted to wave the white flag, you didn't feel like it was the right thing to do.

You wanted Bucky to learn that not everything he wants, he can easily get. And Mark was right, that you weren't just a trophy employee or whatever. You were so much more than what Bucky probably thinks of you.

And you were going to prove him that.

-

"Hey, Bev. Can you ring up your boss for me? Tell him I want to go over some of the plans I made for the launch before I discuss it with Mackenzie tomorrow." you asked.

Beverly was about to lift the phone up when an unexpected visitor arrived. None other than Sam Wilson himself.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop but did I hear you correctly? You've already made some plans for the launch?" he asked with interest.

You chuckled, "Sort of. Well, it's a rough draft of my ideas. I just thought it would be nice to get a headstart." you admitted.

Sam nodded and was about to say something when Bucky stepped out of his office, his brows furrowing upon seeing you and Sam conversing. Bucky eyed you before glancing over at Sam, patting his shoulder gently as a greeting.

"You checking up on us or what?" Bucky teased with a chuckle.

Sam shook his head, "Not really. Well, kinda. I figured that another presentation would be unnecessary, I mean. I'd love to work on the launch with your team instead of being on the sidelines for approvals." he admitted.

You shrugged, "I think that's a great idea too. Less time to waste, less back and forth." you pitched in.

Bucky frowned a bit, his jaw clenching at how you backed up Sam immediately. "That's fine, but I have a meeting in a few. Might last the entire day. Mackenzie won't be here until tomorrow too." he said.

"She and I can discuss her plans today and maybe I can pitch in some of my ideas too. She can present them tomorrow to you and Kenzie." Sam suggested, gesturing over to you.

Bucky stared at you and Sam alternately, his hands balling into fists at his sides. You could see his internal struggle about leaving you and Sam to discuss about the launch, without his presence.

You lifted up the folder in your hand, "I wanted to go over these plans with you but I didn't know you have a meeting. Sam and I can just refine these today, would save us a lot of time. We don't want to be rushing anything for this project at the last minute." you told him.

Bucky swallowed but nodded anyway, albeit with hesitation, "Yeah. Of course. I'll just catch up on the both of you later."

And with that, Bucky walked away but not without sparing you and Sam one final glance. His eyes met yours for a brief moment and you weren't sure, but you saw a flash of worry in his eyes before it was immediately replaced by his usual stern, ice-cold gaze.

You turned to Sam with a smile, "We can discuss in the conference room." you said and led the way.

-

The planning was seamless and you were surprised that you had so much fun exchanging ideas with Sam, to the point of almost forgetting about lunch break. It was quarter past noon when the both of you realized that it was way past lunch time.

"Do you want to grab lunch or order something instead? I honestly hate working lunch, just so you know." Sam said with a laugh.

You groaned, "I hate that too, honestly." you admitted with a chuckle.

Sam nodded, "Great, we can head out for a quick lunch?" he asked.

It didn't even cross your mind to hesitate, so you immediately agreed and even asked if you can take Beverly with you. You'd grown somewhat attached to her in the short time you've known her. Poor kid was being treated like an outcast by the other office girls. She always waited for you to have your lunch break too, especially that Mark has been pretty busy lately.

Sam was kind enough to agree about including Beverly for lunch. The two of you were about to head out of the conference room when Beverly peeked in, worry etched all over her face.

"I need your help." she whined, "I think I messed up Sir James' schedule. Mister Nakajima is on the phone and said that he's going to be an hour late for a meeting today. I forgot about Sir James’ meeting with another company today!" she explained, almost close to tears.

You rushed over to her and held her shoulders, "Hey, calm down. Did you tell Mister Nakajima?" you asked.

"I did and he got mad at me! Today is his only free day and he said that if he doesn't meet up with Sir James, the deal is off." Beverly said, stomping her foot on the ground.

You heaved out a sigh, knowing that the deal was very important. Mister Nakajima owned an auto manufacturing company which produces world-class materials for cars. Bucky had been working on convincing Mister Nakajima to be his permanent supplier for quite a while now. Big fucking deal.

You looked back at Sam, "Hey, I'm sorry. Can you give me a couple of minutes?" you asked with an apologetic expression.

"Take your time." Sam nodded with a smile.

You went over to Beverly's desk and took over the phone call, without knowing that Sam trailed behind you. He watched you carefully as you talked to Mister Nakajima, your demeanor calm yet confident.

"Hi, Mister Nakajima. I'm the company's Marketing Head and I would like to apologize for the mix up. Bucky has been working really hard on improving the quality of our products, he's been in meetings in and out. That being said, would it be alright if I take over this afternoon's meeting instead? Bucky worked on an amazing presentation and I honestly would love to go over it with you and just show you how this partnership would be beneficial for both our companies." you asked.

Fortunately, you were able to appease Mister Nakajima while also saving Beverly's ass for her honest mistake. As soon as the call was done, you reassured Beverly that everything was fine now and that you'll take care of Bucky. By the time you looked back at Sam, he was merely smiling at you.

"You're really good with people."

-

Lunch break passed by quickly, with you, Sam and Beverly engaging in all sorts of conversations. Even Beverly felt comfortable being around his presence. He mainly talked about his experiences at his first job, giving Beverly a couple of tips on how to navigate through the corporate world.

Sam was very kind.

The planning resumed after lunch and by the time Mister Nakajima and his associates arrived, the launch plan was pretty much refined with a lot of details. Sam excused himself to give you time to meet with Mister Nakajima, however, he said he'll be staying until Bucky comes back.

Presenting to Mister Nakajima made you nervous as fuck, especially that he didn't really work closely with you which might affect his decision. Luckily though, you knew Bucky's presentation like the back of your hand due to the fact that he had gone over it with you for a couple of times back when the two of you were still, well, fucking around.

Ah, the good old days.

The meeting with Mister Nakajima went perfectly well because as soon as you were done with the presentation, the old man simply asked for the contract to seal the deal. Although it wasn't you who actually worked on the deck, you had a sense of fulfillment. You were proud of yourself and you couldn't wait to dangle it right in front of Bucky's face.

"Thank you so much, Mister Nakajima. We are excited for this partnership." you said happily as you led him and his associates out of the conference room, just as when Bucky arrived.

He looked confused when Mister Nakajima greeted him happily, shaking his hand and telling him how good his presentation was. Bucky looked over at you, as if asking what the hell was going on. You merely shrugged and headed back inside the conference with Sam.

Bucky followed shortly and for some reason, he looked agitated. He was about to speak up when Sam beat him to it, giving him a hard pat on the back.

"The launch event is gonna be really good." he said confidently before glancing at you.

"You're lucky to have her, Bucky." he said before bidding goodbye, giving you one last look and a wink as well, something that Bucky immediately noticed.

When Sam left, so did the light atmosphere inside the conference room. Bucky turned to you with a scowl, his footsteps rushed and heavy as he approached you.

"What the hell happened with Mister Nakajima?" he asked gruffly.

You smiled as you handed him an envelope, "The partnership is a go. He signed the contract and his team will be keeping in contact with us and our factory soon." you explained proudly.

Bucky took the envelope from your hand and went through the contract before placing it back on the table. "I thought my meeting with him isn't until Friday."

"Beverly mixed up your schedule and before you even reprimand her, give the girl a break. It's her first job and with the amount of meetings you've been having, mix-ups are inevitable. What matters now is that I took over the presentation and Mister Nakajima signed the contract." you explained with nonchalance.

Bucky shook his head, "The end does not justify the means." he said. "Beverly should have been careful. My schedule is not a joke and if I miss another important meeting, that can fuck up the entire company."

You rolled your eyes, "Calm down, Beverly surely learned from today's mistake. It's done. The deal is on. Everything is peachy. The launch details have been planned out, Sam is happy with it. All I have to do is to secure your and Mackenzie's approval for it and then we can start with the execution. You're welcome." you said all in one breath, handing Bucky a USB containing the details of the launch.

You brushed past Bucky to leave the conference room but you were immediately pulled back with his hand around your arm. He looked down at you with an angry look on his face, almost fuming. You couldn't understand why the fuck he was so aggravated with you today. Sure, he had been testing your patience lately but it was the first time he actually looked like he was going to snap.

Not at the situation, but at you.

"Are you trying to impress Sam? Taking on my responsibilities while he's around?" he asked, eyes narrowing at you.

You scoffed, unable to believe what Bucky was accusing you of. Pulling your arm back, you took a step back and looked at him with disgust. "You're unbelievable, Bucky." you said.

"Had I not stepped in, we would have lost the deal. You promoted me for a reason, and I believe part of it is my leadership skills. And no, I'm not trying to impress Sam. I'm simply doing my fucking job." you hissed and tried to side step Bucky, only for him to block your way.

"Did he offer you a position in his company? What the fuck was the wink all about?" Bucky accused yet again.

"Oh my god, Bucky! You're blowing things out of proportion. He didn't. We talked about the event. That's it." you explained, pinching the bridge of your nose because Bucky was getting on your very last nerve.

Bucky had been fucking with you too much now and you could feel the last bits of your composure slowly slip away with every word that was coming out of his mouth. Coming for your job was one thing, but accusing you of flirting your way to another company? That was a low blow.

"Don't lie to me, I saw the notification on your phone the other day. Seems to me like Tinder matches don't work for you anymore, you moved on to LinkedIn now to find connections instead?" he asked and that particular statement struck a certain nerve.

You let out a bitter scoff, "Do you even hear yourself, Bucky? At least Sam was being professional and didn't use Tinder to hire a fucking consultant to threaten my damn job!" you slipped, unable to hold back.

The look on Bucky's face was a whirlwind of emotions-- shock, wrath, exhaustion-- and you felt like you were supposed to get scared. Gone were the blue orbs that used to make you feel safe, his eyes only held anger in them. And the thing was, your eyes looked the same as you held Bucky's gaze.

You were so fucking tired of everything, of Bucky.

"How did you-- it doesn't matter." Bucky said, shaking his head. "How much did Sam offer you?" he asked.

Your jaw dropped at the implication of Bucky's statement, "You are a fucking asshole, Bucky. Sam didn't offer me a fucking job. You really don't listen, Bucky. You never listen." you huffed out exasperatedly.

"Okay, maybe he hasn't laid down his offer yet. Perhaps, you let him fuck you too?"

Your vision blacked out upon hearing that and by the time you regained your senses, all you could feel was how your palm stung. You had walked up to Bucky and slapped him right across the face, hard enough to make the corner of his bottom lip bleed. Your entire body was trembling from rage as you stood in front of Bucky.

He tilted his head as he wiped the blood off from his lip, looking up at you with lust-filled eyes. And then his hand gripped your neck, tugging you close for a bruising kiss. You grunted against his mouth and pushed him away, slapping him again. Before Bucky could even recover, your fingers wrapped around his tie pulling him down to you for another kiss.

Walls crumbled down, tension was broken and needs were being fulfilled. The rush of emotions blurred the line between fury and lust with the latter obviously winning. All you could think about was the throb that you suddenly felt within your core begging for relief.

Relief that was denied from you for the past few weeks of playing cat and mouse with Bucky.

And with the way Bucky was kissing you, you knew he felt the same. It had been too long and both your minds were too hazy to even care that it was only five in the afternoon and that there were employees working just outside the conference room.

Was the fear of getting caught going to stop you? No, not now. Because you needed release and you were sure as hell going to get it. This wasn't like the other times you and Bucky fucked. You didn't care about Bucky at the moment, how he felt or what was going on in his mind. You just needed to release all your pent up emotions and you were going to use Bucky to get what you need.

Bucky pushed you against the table, your tailbone hitting the edge with such force that made you groan from pain.

"Yeah, why don't you make some noise so everyone can see how fucking needy you are for me?" Bucky growled, gripping your face with one hand, forcing you to keep your eyes on him as his other hand bunched your skirt up to your waist.

You let out a chuckle, "I'm not the one going to make noise here." you warned before reaching down to palm his erection.

Bucky hissed and bit his lip hard to prevent himself from eliciting a moan. His jaw ticked as he squeezed your face tighter, forcing you to open your mouth as his eyes scanned your features.

"Watch your fucking mouth, baby. I still own you, you're fucking mine." he said through gritted teeth, his eyes lidded as he looked down at you like a predator.

You kept your mouth closed but as soon as Bucky's fingers found your damp panties, you weren't able to stop your whimper. Bucky took the opportunity and spit in your mouth before crashing his lips against yours in a messy kiss. It was all tongue and spit, the way he kissed you as his fingers rubbed at your folds through the thin fabric of your underwear.

He kissed you like he owned you.

"I'm not yours, Bucky." you said as your hands quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipping his trousers and pulling out his hard cock from the confines of his boxers.

The groan that reverberated from Bucky's chest as you stroked him made you smirk. His hand on your face slid down to your neck, holding you tightly as he pushed aside your underwear and then he slid into you with no prior warning. The lack of foreplay made it hurt when he bottomed out, but the pain quickly turned into pleasure when Bucky started moving his hips against yours.

No words were further exchanged from then on. Only soft whimpers and hushed grunts could be heard. However, it was clear that even up until now, there was competition. You didn't want to make noise, didn't want to lose to Bucky. You didn't want to give him the pleasure of knowing how fucking good he was making you feel right now, with how each drag of his cock was making your toes curl inside your heels.

Your hands held onto his broad shoulders as he fucked you against the table, the fabric of his suit bunching up against your fingers. Bucky kept his gaze on you and not once did you falter, not even when the tip of his cock hit your cervix, almost punching the air out of your lungs.

Bucky held the back of your thighs and lifted you up, sitting you on the edge of the table and bending forward so he could angle his cock in a way that you would feel it deep within you. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, one of your hands scratching at his jaw as he continued to pound your sopping cunt.

"God, fucking missed this pussy. Can feel you clamping down on my cock, you gonna cum soon?" he asked, pressing the tip of his nose against yours.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling the wanton moan that Bucky pounded out of you. Not wanting to be the only one to make noise, you clenched around him hard. Bucky let out a growl at how your walls squeezed his cock, his balls tightening as his own orgasm approached.

"Cum for me, Bucky." you whimpered, tipping your head up to lick at Bucky's mouth as your legs tightened around his waist to pull him deeper into you.

Bucky exhaled heavily through his nose, the veins on his neck popping out as he fucked your harder on the table. He kept his hand wrapped around your neck while the other held onto your waist so tight, you could feel his fingers digging deep into your skin. Even with your clothes on, you were sure that you'll be getting bruises from how hard his grip on you was.

"Go on, Bucky. Want your cum inside, want to feel you fill me up again." you moaned against his parted lips, darting your tongue out to taste his mouth.

The needy tone of your voice sent Bucky to the edge first. He uttered a string of curses under his breath as ropes of his cum painted your walls with their warmth with triggered your orgasm. Your body convulsed as waves of pleasure ran through your veins, starting from your fingertips down to your toes. Bucky kissed you and swallowed your moans as his thrusts slowed down.

It took a while for the both of you to recover from the intense fucking. Bucky nuzzled your neck with his nose, his heavy breaths warming up your sweaty skin. There was a short moment of peace that followed, the tension gone and was replaced by a heavy feeling.

You swallowed hard and slowly regained your senses. The release cleared your mind and the memories of the heated exchange from earlier were quick to come back. Bucky's accusations echoed in your ear and they were so clear it almost felt like he was saying them to you again.

Suddenly, you doubted Bucky's intentions when he promoted you. Was he really impressed of your skills at work or was it because you let him fuck you?

"Get off of me." you said, pushing at Bucky's chest until he straightened up.

Ignoring the emptiness you felt when his cock slipped out of you, you hopped down from the table and started fixing yourself. In the many times you had slept with Bucky, it was the first time that you felt disgusted with yourself.

You turned your back to Bucky as you adjusted your underwear, pulling down your skirt and pressing your palms against the fabric to iron out the creases. Your breath was heavy as you processed what had just happened. And just like that, your reserve broke and the strong facade you had built crumbled down into pieces, leaving you vulnerable.

"Hey, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Bucky suddenly asked when he heard your sniffing, the darkness in his features gone.

His eyes were back to blue and there was nothing but genuine concern when he saw the tears in your eyes. Bucky tried to approach you but you quickly backed away from him, your arms wrapping around yourself as protection.

"Did you hurt me?" you scoffed. "In more ways than one, Bucky." you quickly added, wiping away your tears hastily with the back of your hand.

You were about to walk out of the conference but decided that it was probably time for you to actually speak up about everything. How you felt for him and how much you hated him for coming at you like that.

"I was going to admit that I like you. I thought about it and figured that I was too proud and a bit selfish for not considering your feelings when I rejected you." you explained.

Bucky blinked in confusion, "What? When?"

You shrugged, "The day you brought in Mackenzie. And I was more hurt than mad that you did that. Because you knew how much this job means to me and you had used it against me. You basically took advantage of my weakness, for what? To get me to cave in? Even when I clearly told you how fucking scared I was of the consequences of whatever kind of relationship we have?" you huffed out.

You didn't allow Bucky to speak, not yet. Not until you were done making him understand why you had been so hell-bent on keeping things professional.

"I wasn't born into a rich family like you, Bucky. I had to work my way up to where I am. Unlike you, I have a family to support and if I lose this job, it's not only me who would suffer. And it won't be easy for me to find another one, not after the reputation I'd have once we get busted." you further explained.

"I told you about it so many times and I wish you listened. Because maybe we could've figured shit out. Or I don't know, maybe the fucking was too good and you only wanted me for that." you shrugged.

Bucky quickly shook his head, "No. God no, you're more than that."

You chuckled again, a fresh wave of tears flooding the corners of your eyes. "It most definitely felt like it when you accused me of fucking Sam."

"Fuck, I'm sorry. Let me explain, please? I didn't mean to, I was too--"

"No, Bucky. You didn't listen to me when I told you how I felt about us. Now you're going to know how it feels to not to get what you want." you sternly said before walking over to the door.

You turned back at Bucky and refused to let his expression get to you. He looked devastated, his eyes glassy from the tears he had been holding back, his lips parted as he finally realized what he had done.

"Expect my resignation letter by tomorrow. As soon as we're done with the launch, I'm out."

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[random-yandere-fandom]

Hey, can I request a Platonic Yandere!Melodias with a child he had with Elizabeth before she died? Sorry if you don't do platonics!

Of course you can! I hope you like it! I don`t have any experience with writing platonic yanderes and before I knew it I had written more than I had planned for the backstory, so... this is all that happens before the main story of Seven Deadly Sins. Btw. I`m gonna assume you meant the first time Elizabeth died.

Platonic yandere Meliodas with his child

So it`s very likely that the first few months you had both, your mother and your father. There was a war raging on but they still somehow managed to drown you in love and affection. Your parents were very protective of you back then, too. You were a hybrid and while many people of Stigma could ignore your demon genes, especially because your mother is Elizabeth, there were still a lot of glares sent your way. Nevertheless you were raised with much care and love.  

You were barely a few months old when Elizabeth was murdered and both your parents cursed. Meliodas woke up to your confused cries only to discover Elizabeth’s corpse holding your small body in her arms protectively. How you got there was a mystery, they had made sure that you were safe and secure while they would fight, not only for themselves or peace but for your right to exist. He was devastated, grief washing over him as he had to take you from her, what he assumed, last embrace. 

He wandered aimlessly for a while, making sure you were well-fed and in good health, playing with you and hoping that he`d make a good parent. You were his only source of joy and he almost burst into tears when you said your first words, took your first steps or did just about anything. Hide and seek or tag were ordinary pastimes, but your sparkling eyes and joy were contagious and Meliodas found himself enjoying such regularities. When he talked to others he was almost always asking for tips on parenting or where the next food source was. Meliodas never staid long with these people, fearing that they`d somehow harm you. However, he let you play with animals he deemed safe. Should they try anything funny he`ll simply send them a glare, frightening them into obedience.   

It was about that time that he met Elizabeth`s first reincarnation. He was carrying you and when you pointed up, babbling and laughing, he followed your gaze to meet hers. Happiness, relief, glee. Those feelings overwhelmed him and before he knew it he tried to hug her with one arm, balancing you on the other. The rejection was harsh, but he managed to stick by her side. Whenever he had doubts that this wasn`t really Elizabeth he would simply watch her play with you, the two of you having naturally bonded in no time and his doubts would disappear. Meliodas and Elizabeth fell in love again and all seemed well. 

You grew up well in the warrior tribe your mother belonged to. They treated you well, even though you couldn`t help feeling isolated from them with the way your father would sometimes usher you away from them. But it was fine, you were happy. Meliodas would train you on how to control your powers as well as how to defend yourself while Elizabeth showed you how to distinguish between plants and how to cook. You knew that you had lived off of meals made by your father before but you feared the day that would ever happen again. So you studied how to save any dish, no matter how horrible. 

You were a few years older now and you noticed something off about your father. There seemed a sadness to him, one you only understood later on. You were already entrusted with the secret of your mothers rebirth and you had no problem with that, you were simply grateful, happy that you had a close bond with her despite her not remembering your earliest months and I mean, you didn`t either. 

When Elizabeth showed signs of regaining her old power both you and Meliodas were elated. Only later did you two realise that it wasn`t a joyful occasion as you watched your mother die in front of you. Before you knew it your father had covered your vision, holding you close as tears streamed from both of your eyes. You were a happy family, so why had your mother died again? 

Going back to wandering, you and your father were alone again. He was spoiling you, anything you wanted you got, being showered with affection and praise was the norm. When there was something threatening you, Meliodas took care of it swiftly. Only sometimes would he search for an enemy for you to fight together, though he`d make sure you wouldn`t even be so much as grazed. You wouldn`t get attached to anyone else, leaving the new place before any ties could be made. Your dad made sure that no one would dare to get close to you. 

By the time you met your mother’s second reincarnation you were a teenager and it was quite the experience. People would assume you and your father to be siblings and you never stayed long enough to correct them. You couldn`t do that here. No, not if you wanted to have your mother-daughter relationship. So the two of you decided to tell her that the both of you weren`t human, you wouldn`t tell her what exactly you were but yes, Meliodas was in fact your father. And later on yes, you`d love to call her mom.

It didn`t take long for the curse to activate and by the third reincarnation you and your father became aware of its full extend. You had a mental breakdown, damned to watch your mother die over and over again. Meliodas wasn`t feeling any better but he comforted you nonetheless. He never wanted to see you in that state again but he couldn`t bring himself to forbid you and him to seek out Elizabeth. So he promised you that day that you two would never separate, that he`d be by your side forever. 

Like this, centuries passed. You would meet your mom, sometimes even as a child, spend some happy years together before she was taken from you again. Your father would always make sure to be there for you but he was hesitant to letting you make any acquaintances. there were only few exceptions to who you could interact with regularly. One would be Merlin who you soon viewed as part of your family, an older sister figure of sorts. 

Life was fine, the two of you living with Liz in a small kingdom, Meliodas was a well respected knight and you were his apprentice, going with the story of you two being siblings. Until Fraudrin appeared, at least. He took you by surprise, injuring you and murdering Liz. Your dad went ballistic and the next thing you knew you were in Liones, your mother`s next reincarnation being nothing more than a small child. 

From then on you were only allowed to walk around with at least one of the other sins. You weren`t an official member but you accompanied them and occasionally fought alongside them. One of their orders was to never let you get hurt and they followed that one almost religiously unless they wanted their cheerful Capatain to turn livid and everything close by wiped of the face of earth. 

When the country turned against you knights and Merlin sealed his powers you just barely managed to get him out of there and into a cave where you met a new companion, the talking and ever hungry Hawk. Planning to reunite with the momentarily disbanded group you opened a tavern, your father in charge of drinks and serving while you cooked, refusing to let anyone taste the hell your father called edible and he didn`t argue, preferring to keep you from those drunkards either way. . 

Work starting in the evening and ending late at night, gathering any kind of information before going to sleep and then spending some quality time with your father which included hunting ingredients for various dishes. It was peaceful for a few years but before you knew it you stood across from someone in quite the impressive armor, Meliodas shielding you protectively. Anyway, that`s how you met your mother again.   

[flannel-cladpika]

Hawks x F!Reader - Blush

Request: hello ! how are you ? if you dont mind hawks x shy and beautiful reader(she have 18 old) she was walking after school with her friend tokoyami laughing, then sees hawks in person for the first time (she becomes so shy blushing, umconfortable, holding tightly the arm of tokoyami ) thank you ^^

Thank you Anon!

TW: Fluff, blushing, 4 year age gap (Reader is 18, Hawks is 22)

To say that you were surprised to hear who Tokoyami had gotten to do his work study with, would be an understatement.

You'd been friends with the bird-headed boy since the two of you met back in middle school, when you stood up to some kids who were bullying him for how he looked. They had pushed Fumikage and were calling him names like "bird-brain", "feather face", and some much more vulgar names that made your blood boil.

See, you knew how it felt to be made fun of for your looks.

You had been born with a quirk called "Siren", which gave you the qualities of an ancient Greek siren, meaning you had a beautiful face and hypnotic voice, but also possessed feathers that covered your arms and ears, as well as delicate but powerful harpy-like legs that started at your upper thigh. You could fly a few feet in the air, but only for no more than a few minutes.

Because of your legs and arms, kids would tease and bully you, which just brought your already low self-esteem even lower.

But, when you saw someone else being mistreated or harassed, you couldn't just stand by. You may not have been good at standing up for yourself, but you sure knew how to do so for others.

And that was exactly what you did that day when you saw a familiar quiet first-year, Tokoyami Fumikage, being shoved to the ground and taunted by four guys that were third-years like you.

"Hey!" you shouted running over to the group.

One boy turned around. "Oh look, it's the other dumb bird." he said, pointing at you as his friends turned to look at you.

Another boy bend down and started to gesture his finger to you like he was talking to a pet parrot. "Here birdy, birdy. Paulie want a cracker?"

You stopped in front of your underclassman, arms out wide to shield him from the bullies. "You alright?" you asked as you looked over your shoulder.

The feathered boy nodded his head in confirmation, and you turned back to the group of jerks.

"Leave him alone and I won't have to hurt you." you said menacingly.

"Oh! And what are you gonna do about it, featherhead? Sing us a little song?" one of the boys asked condescendingly.

"Oh yeah, I'm really scared." another chimed in mockingly.

You rushed at the closest boy, sweeping your foot under him to knock him to the ground. You then placed your foot at his throat, applying a small amount of pressure. The boy's eyes looked up at you in terror as one of your talons lightly scrapped against the skin of his neck threateningly.

The other boys started towards you but stopped when you looked up at them with a fire in your eyes.

"Take another step and your friend is gonna need an ambulance." you spoke, voice completely serious.

One of them scoffed in an attempt to seem like he wasn't scared, but the slight tremble in his voice gave him away.

"You w-wouldn't dare. You're bluffing. You'd be expelled. Don't you want to be a hero like everybody else? Cause that isn't very heroic." he said, trying to sound confident.

"Oh? Does it look like I'm bluffing?" you asked, applying a little more pressure to the boy's throat. "And besides, who said I wanted to be a hero?" you asked threateningly.

The gang of jerks all backed up with widened eyes. "Ok! Ok! Just let him go!"

You raised a brow. "And?"

"And we won't bully the kid anymore!"

You narrowed your gaze before lifting up your foot, watching the boy beneath you scramble to his feet and rejoin his friends.

"If I find you bullying anyone, I won't go so easy on you." you said.

The group nodded vigorously and then ran away in the opposite direction.

"Um.." you heard a voice behind you.

"Oh! Sorry Tokoyami. Almost forgot you were there! Here, let me help you up." you said, as you offered said boy your hand.

Tokoyami hesitantly took your hand and you helped him up to his feet.

"You're (L/n), correct?" he asked, seeming a little unsure.

"Yup!" you replied cheerily.

"Well, thank you (L/n), however, I must say that I do not condone your methods. You shouldn't cause serious injury to others." Tokoyami said in a scolding manner.

You giggled, which caused the male before you to take on a confused expression.

"Hahaha! I never planned on hurting him! I was totally bluffing. I honestly don't even know how I managed to get him to the ground. I learned that sweeping kick move from TV, and wasn't sure if it would even work!"

Tokoyami's eyes widened as you laughed. You sure had him fooled. He thought for sure you were about to put that bully in a hospital bed. Guess you were just really good at putting up a front.

"Say, would you like to be friends?" you asked as the boy next to you dusted himself off.

A pair of red eyes met your own, and you saw the hint of a smile on the aloof male's face. "I don't see why not." he responded.

From that day on, the two of you had become best friends. You both wanted to attend UA and become pro heroes, and you would often spar and try to help each other improve your control over your quirks. Before you got UA to take your entrance exam, Tokoyami wished you luck and even Dark Shadow came up to give you a friendly hug.

Thankfully, you got into the Hero Course and began your hero training. You and Tokoyami still kept in touch through texts and video-calls, keeping each other up to date on your lives.

Eventually, as you were going into your third-year at UA, the entrance exams were taking place. You quickly ran from your dorm to the main school entrance and searched for your friend. You were normally a very reserved and introverted person, but the chance to see your best friend again overrode your social awkwardness.

Once you spotted black feathers, you rushed forward and engulfed your best friend in a huge hug. He laughed at your actions and said how good it was to see you, but that he had to prepare himself for the exam. You pouted, but released the younger boy, wishing him luck as you watched him walk into the building.

Once Tokoyami got accepted into UA and started his classes, you would occasionally visit during breaks and say hi during lunch. You watched in amusement as the boy started to crush on your new mutual friend Tsuyu, and you immediately started to secretly ship them.

When Tokoyami told you he was doing a work study with the hero Hawks as a first year, you were surprised. Sure, he’d done his internship with the Winged Hero, but you hadn’t heard much about it from Fumikage, and figured that the pro hero was now going to be far too busy to mentor any students after being bumped up to Number 2 hero in Japan.

Tokoyami assured you that the hero had been a good mentor and that he looked forward to working with him again. You smiled at the information, but decided to secretly look into Hawks, to make sure that your friend wasn’t going to end up with some hero that would attract a million scandals.

As you searched through various news articles and interviews with the Number 2 hero, you found yourself slowly starting to gain a fondness for him. He wasn’t bad looking by any means, in fact, he was drop dead gorgeous, with intense golden eyes, hair that rivaled a canary, and a toned muscular build that was barely hidden by this hero costume.

However, but really drew you in was the look in his eyes whenever he successfully saved someone. He looked relieved and genuinely happy, not like the look he gave the cameras during his interviews. He seemed to truly care about the people he protected, and the sight made your heart flutter.

Did you now have a big celebrity crush on Hawks? Yes. Would you ever admit it? Hell no. 

Your work study was also in Kyushu, just a town over from Fukuoka, where Tokoyami’s work study with Hawks’ Agency would be. You offered to ride the train there with him, and he agreed, seeming glad to have the company on the long ride. 

Throughout the whole trip, you stayed close to your underclassman, as you were still a rather shy person that was very uncomfortable with big crowds and strangers. Sure, you were okay with saving random people and protecting crowds of citizens, but being a masked hero and being a civilian high-schooler were two very different things. 

Your beautiful looks always drew attention from others, especially those who were attracted to females. It was a part of your quirk, making you more alluring so you could ensnare others. But honestly, it was more of a pain when you were just out-and-about. You tried to wear head-wraps, sunglasses, hats, but they all only did so much. You had even gone so far as to get nose, eyebrow, and lip piercings, hoping those would ward off others, but they had no effect, so you stopped wearing them (they were too much of a hassle). 

Thankfully, your allure only worked on those who didn’t know your name, so your friends and teachers all became immune to it after the first day of meeting you. You still appeared very pretty to them, but they no longer had the overwhelming urge to pursue you.

However, it wasn’t like you could give out your name to a dozen random strangers on the train. So, as you sat in your seat, you instead stuck close to Tokoyami, grabbing onto his arm and hiding in his jacket-clad shoulder. Your friend rested a hand on your arm and held you close as a way to reassure you that he had your back. 

As the train pulled into the Fukuoka station, you breathed a sigh of relief as your best friend stood and offered you his hand. You gratefully took it and he helped you up. You both got off, carrying your suitcases behind you as you started to look around the city, glad that neither of you started your work studies for another 2 days.

Tokoyami gave you a small tour of the city, taking you around the shopping district, where you urged him to get a present for Tsu, to which he blushed and tried to deny any such romantic feelings toward the frog girl. You laughed heartily. 

“Fumikage, you can’t hide it from me! You’ve been head over heels for her since you two were partnered up for your test against Ectoplasm. Admit it, you like her~.” you teased.

The bird-headed boy turned away with a blush that reached the top of his neck.

“S-so what if I harbor such feelings for Asui? I do not think that is a-any of your business (Y/n).” the boy spoke, obviously flustered by the topic of conversation.

You laughed again, patting the younger student on the back encouragingly. “Don’t worry Fumi. Your secret’s safe with me. I won’t tell anyone.” you said, patting your underclassman’s head.

“Won’t tell anyone what?” a masculine voice from behind you spoke, making your feather-covered arms drop down fast enough to cause you to literally jump a few feet into air as you yelped.

You ran behind Tokoyami instinctively before even getting a good look at who had spooked you. Said boy was already facing the direction of whoever it was, and seemed absolutely unfazed.

“HAHAHA! Someone’s jumpy!” the voice said again. 

“Sir Hawks, it is good to see you again.” Tokoyami calmly responded, completely unaffected by the new addition’s presence.

Hawks? you thought. 

You nervously glanced over Tokoyami’s shoulder and suddenly had to hold back a gasp. It was him. It was really him! Gods, he was even hotter in person. Your celebrity crush who you had NO intention of ever actually meeting, was right in front of you and just witnessed you acting like a scaredy-cat in public. Great.

You held back a groan of embarrassment as you held on tightly to Fumikage’s arm, wishing the Earth would just open up and swallow you.

“Oh, come on Tsukuyomi. You don’t have to be so formal. Just Hawks is fine, you know that!” the blonde said, using the student’s hero name as a grin was plastered on his face. 

You raised your head a bit more to get a better look at the pro hero. The movement caused his gaze to fall on you. His topaz eyes widened at the sight of you before his lips curled into a suggestive smirk. 

“Well, hello there little one. Tsukuyomi, I didn’t know you had such a cute girlfriend.” the hero said.

“She is not my girlfriend, she is simply a very good friend of mine. She’s a third year and her work study is in Nagasaki, so we decided to tour the city before she departs tomorrow.” Tokoyami stated plainly as he stepped to the side to let you two properly meet.

The older male quirks a brow at you, smirk still in place as he takes a step closer with a familiar dazed look in his eyes. “Oh~? You’re a third year in the Hero Course? That’s good to know~.”

You were turning redder by the second, heart speeding up as your brain tried to comprehend what was happening. Your famous crush, Hawks, was leaning in towards you with a look of puppy love and amusement in his eyes while you were just trying to keep yourself from passing out. 

“What do you say to getting a coffee some time songbird? You know, birds of a feather and all that.” He said casually, as he took another step towards you. Tokoyami looked like he was about to step in when the hero suddenly spoke again.

“Say, what’s your name little bird?~” he asked, his voice smooth and silky.

You blinked as you tried to answer without stuttering. “(L-L/N) (Y/n).” you said nervously.

Immediately, the look in those beautiful gold eyes changed from adoration to confusion. “What was that?” he asked, sounding a bit upset.

“I-I’m sorry Mister H-Hawks! Sir! My quirk tends to do that to people who don’t know my name. It was completely unintentional, I swear!” you said, blushing profusely as your words came out in a nervous tone.

The blonde’s eyes softened as he heard your explanation. “Hey now, don’t be upset. I’m sorry about that. You tend to get targeted a lot when you’re a hero, so it’s kinda become like second nature to suspect people when stuff like that happens, you know?”

You bit your lip anxiously and nodded, not trusting your words as you were still trying to process the fact that HAWKS was standing in front of you, saying sorry for being upset over something your quirk caused.

“Hawks, if I may, I would like to ask for permission to let (L/n) stay at the agency for tonight, as she has not made reservations anywhere yet.” Tokoyami cut in.

You looked over and gave him a death glare while Hawks looked up and scratched his chin in thought. Your friend only gave you a nonchalant shrug in return.

“I don’t see why not! You good with that little songbird?” Hawks asked with a close-eyed grin.

Your blush briefly returned as you nodded. “Sure. That sounds good.”

As Hawks turned around to lead you both back to his agency, you turned to look at Tokoyami. “Why did you ask that?! I never said anything about wanting to stay at his agency!!” you whisper-yelled at your best friend.

“Think of it as payback for earlier.” he whispered back with a small grin.

“You are sooo dead when we get back to school.” you quietly responded, angry glare still in place.

“Hey! Tokoyami!” Hawks called out behind him, effectively cutting your hushed conversation short.

“Yes, Hawks?” said boy asked.

“You mind grabbing me some fried chicken from that stall over there? The lady is super obsessive, but her food is awesome.”

The younger male sighed exasperatedly. “Fine. Though this would not be an issue if you simply ceased your excessive flirting.”

“Sorry, kid, I just can’t help myself. Here, I’ll give you the money.” he said, handing the cash over to his pupil.

Tokoyami took the currency and walked off to go purchase the requested items.

“So, you’re a UA third year huh?” Hawks asked, turning to you as your friend walked away.

“Y-Yes. My 18th birthday was actually just last month.” you replied hesitantly. Why did you have to be such a wallflower all the time?

“Oh really? And when exactly do you leave for your work study?” the blonde questioned.

“M-My train l-leaves at 12:45 t-tomorrow.” you stuttered. Damnit, you could smell his cologne form where you stood and it was slowly intoxicating you. You looked over at Hawks and glanced at his huge wings. They were so much bigger up close, and their vibrant shade of crimson was not nearly as stunning in the videos you’d seen online. Why must he be so damn perfect?! you screamed internally.

“Well then, my offer still stands.” he said, a grin on his face.

“O-Offer?” you wondered aloud, trying to remember what offer he was talking about.

“My offer to take you out for coffee. What do you say songbird?” he asked, a genuine smile on his face.

You took a deep breath to try and calm your racing heart. “I, uh... Sure. I’d like that.” you finally said, a small grin having worked it’s way onto your lips.

“Alright then. I’ll see you at 7am. The best coffee shop in the city opens at 8, but it’s across town, and I’m guessing you’re not used to flying at great heights.” Hawks replied.

“You’re not wrong...” you responded, blushing as your smile grew a bit wider at the thought of going on a sort-of-date with the handsome man.

“Hawks, here is your food. Next time, you should go yourself and just explain your lack of romantic interest.” Tokoyami said, having just returned with the fried chicken and holding it out for his mentor to take.

“Thanks kiddo. I’ll try to do so next time, alright? Now, let’s head back to the agency! I’ve got some paperwork to do and I assume your friend here would like to get her things put away.” Hawks stated, looking back at you with a subtle wink, causing your cheeks to turn a deep pink.

“I suppose you are right. (L/n), is that alright with you?” Tokoyami asked.

You nodded vigorously. “Y-Yup! That sounds fine by me!” you said, your voice coming out a little louder than you’d intended. Your blush deepened from the embarrassment.

Hawks chuckled and turned around, leading the way back with Tokoyami keeping stride with him as they talked about his work study. You smiled at the Winged Hero’s back as you walked behind him, your body full of excitement for tomorrow morning.

-THE END-

A/N: This was a little odd to write, as I’ve never written about Tokoyami in any capacity, so, my apologies if he seems a bit OOC. Thanks again to Anon for requesting this! Hope you liked it, and thank you for reading!

[chrizbang]

Pairing: Lee Felix x female reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: mature content, lowkey slow burn, breeding kink, soft!dom Felix, creampie.

Word count: 2.975

You and Ashley have been friends for four years now. You went through a lot of hardships together, especially when Ashley had an unplanned pregnancy in the last year of college. Luckily, Mason, now her husband, is an amazing person, and even though it was hard, she was able to graduate. You loved her baby, Arthur, so much, like it was your little brother. You knew that their anniversary was getting closer and you wanted to surprise her.

"No way, I cannot ask you for something like that."

"You're not asking, I'm offering. Besides, you know I love spending time with Arthur," you said, holding your phone with one hand while you tried to wash the dishes you used to eat dinner with the other. 

"I don't know Y/N..."

"Girl, just stop. I'm not taking a no for an answer. Spending quality time with your husband is important and I know that you have been not getting laid lately."

"You have no idea how hard it is to have sex with a one-year-old making a mess everywhere." You both laughed. 

"I'll go to your house tomorrow at 7 pm. Get a reservation at a nice restaurant, get shaved and, wear your best dress. I want you and Mason to have a good time together."

"Okay, but only because it is our anniversary. I'm gonna take this as a present." Ashley sighed, knowing that she had to say yes anyway.

"Because it is, Ashley. I'll see you tomorrow, bye."

"Bye, honey."

You finished your shores and were planning on watching some videos on youtube when you heard your phone buzzing. You picked it up and saw that you had a message.

Felix, 8:45 pm: Hey

Felix, 8:45 pm: Sorry for messaging late but, are you free tomorrow?

You chuckled. Almost 9 pm wasn't late.

Y/N, 8:46 pm: Sorry, I'm going to my friend's house after work.

Y/N, 8:47 pm: I'm going to babysit her baby so she can go have dinner with her husband.

You met Felix at work, during lunch. He was new there and you have seen him sometimes walking around the place, but you never talked to him. Until one day when he dropped his coffee on you. You remembered how embarrassed he was, his cheeks were red and he profusely apologized. Ever since, you had some small talk with him here and there until one day you gave him his number, saying that he could message you if he needed help with something from work. You know it was bullshit since he was from a different department, but still, you needed an excuse to talk to him. He messaged you a few times but eventually, you thought it was a lost cause.

Y/N, 8:57 pm: Why do you ask?

Felix, 9:00 pm: Nothing.

Felix, 9:01 pm: It's silly.

Y/N, 9:03 pm: If it was that silly, you wouldn't have messaged me.

Y/N, 9:03 pm: Spit it out.

Felix, 9:12 pm: There's a convention for Star Wars fans tomorrow. You said that you loved the movies one time so I bought tickets for you.

Y/N, 9:14 pm: Why didn't you tell me before? 

Felix, 9:15 pm: I didn't know if you would want to go. But it's okay, don't worry about it.

You thought for a moment. You really wanted to spend time with him. Felix was so sweet, respectful and kind. He was also very, very handsome.

Y/N, 9:30 pm: Do you wanna come to my friend's house tomorrow with me? 

You looked at your phone five minutes later and saw that Felix visualized the message but didn't answer. "Congratulations, you fucked it up, Y/N," you said.

You sat on your couch and turned the tv on, planning on finally watching your favorite youtube videos, when you heard your phone buzzing again.

Felix, 9:50 pm: Sure, why not? Is it okay with your friend? She doesn't know me.

You sighed, happy that he answered.

Y/N, 9:51 pm: I'm gonna tell her but I'm pretty sure she'll be fine.

"Is he cute?" Ashley asked, putting on her earring. She looked gorgeous with a tight red dress that accentuated her curves and contrasted with her dark skin. Her curly hair was in a bun, leaving her neck and shoulders exposed. You knew Mason would love it.

"He is very cute. And he's so nice too. I only invited him over because he seems really sweet."

You went to Ashley's house one hour before she would leave for dinner so you could help her get ready, and by help, you meant to force her to wear something that wasn't a t-shirt and jeans.

"How do I look?" she turned around, facing you.

"Gorgeous as always."

Ashley hugged you tight. "Thank you so much, Y/N. You know you don't have to do this, right?"

"But I want to."

The bell rang.

"That's probably Felix," you said.

"Let's go downstairs, I wanna meet this boy."

When you went to the living room you saw Felix talking to Mason.

"Hello, I'm Ashley, nice to meet you."

"I'm Felix, nice to meet you too," Felix raised his hand so he could shake Ashley's hand but she gave him a light hug. You smiled, finding really cute how awkward he was.

"Arthur is sleeping now, he already ate, but if he wakes up, there's milk on the fridge. He usually sleeps all night so you don't have much to worry about."

"Okay, you guys have to go before you're late for dinner," you said, pulling Mason and Ashley towards the door.

"Call me if you need anything. We'll be back tomorrow morning so you'll don't have much trouble with him."

"Don't worry about it. You can take your time."

"Also, don't forg-"

"Baby, we have to go," Mason insisted, holding her hand and trying to get her inside of the car.

"Fine. Bye everyone, see you tomorrow."

You waved at them before going inside and closing the door.

"I'm gonna check on Arthur for a second, you can wait here, okay?" You told Felix.

"Sure."

You went upstairs and checked on Arthur's room. He was sleeping soundly. You felt the urge to lightly pinch his chubby little cute cheeks but you decided not to bother him. You went to the living room again and Felix was sitting on the couch.

"Are you hungry? We bought pizza."

"Uhm, not really."

"Are you sure?" you insisted.

"Okay, one slice would be good."

Felix got up and followed you to the kitchen.

"Your friend has a beautiful house," he said, admiring the place.

"She does. I mean, she's an architect and Mason is an engineer, so they were able to buy a nice place," you cut a piece and handed it to him.

"You said that you studied together."

"We went to the same college, but I graduated in graphic design. For obvious reasons, I don't make as much money as them," you laughed. "Did you always wanted to work in a publishing company?" Felix sat on the balcony standing in the middle of the kitchen. "Honestly, I just wanted to work with what I love. Graphic design is not something that people value but it is what makes me happy." You looked at him and Felix smiled at you, his dimple prominent on his face. He was so cute. "What about you?" "Oh, marketing is definitely not something I dreamed of working with. My family has a long line of people that have been working with it, so I barely had a choice,” Felix confessed. "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah." He looked thoughtful like his mind was somewhere else. "I actually wanted to work with art. I love painting." "Really? That's so cool. Do you have a picture of a painting to show me? I would love to see it." Felix hesitated for a while before he grabbed his phone and scrolled through his gallery. "Please don't think I'm weird," he said before showing you the picture. You raised your eyebrows when you saw what was on the screen of his phone. A beautiful painting of you. You realized that he used your profile picture on Facebook as a reference. "Felix, this is amazing." "It took me a week to finish it," he said, holding his hands behind his back, clearly feeling shy. "I love it, really." You and Felix finished eating. You talked more about your plans for the future, the things you wanted to do with your life, your dreams. You were sitting on the couch watching tv when you heard Arthur crying upstairs. "Ops, somebody woke up." You got up to go to his room and you noticed that Felix was following you. "You don't have to go if you don't want to." "It's fine, I wanna help you." When you entered the room, Arthur was up in his crib, deeply crying. "It's okay," you said in a soft tone, picking him up. "I think somebody needs to change its diaper," Felix said. "You are right," you laughed. "Let's change this little boy." You put Arthur on the changing mat and started to change him, but to be honest, you had no idea what you were doing. Felix laughed. "Let me help you." Felix quickly changed his diaper, he clearly knew what he was doing. "Woah, how do you know that?" you asked, looking at him dumbfounded. He laughed again, amused by your reaction. "I have a small brother so I have changed his diaper plenty of times." "Aaah, that explains a lot."

"Let's see if he wants to eat," Felix said, holding Arthur in his arms. You went to the kitchen and looked for the milk. After pouring it into a pan, you heated it up. "We need to make sure we don't overheat it so it won't burn the baby," Felix said while he tested the milk's temperature. You put it into a baby bottle and gave it to Arthur who promptly drank it. "I guess he was hungry," Felix chuckled. "Do you plan on having kids, Felix?" you looked at him, completely mesmerized by how good he was with kids. "Yes, I love kids. I plan on having two kids one day." "That's so cute, I'm sure you'll be an amazing dad." Felix smiled, making your heart skip a beat. "Do you want to have kids, Y/N?" he looked apprehensive. "Yeah, one day. I still need to find the right person." "Of course." Arthur went back to sleep again when he was done eating. "Not gonna lie, taking care of a baby can be tiring," claimed said, sitting on the couch. Felix sat next to you, his knee touching your leg. "Do you want to watch a movie?" you asked. "Sure!" Twenty minutes later, you started to sleep. Your head felt heavy until it fell on Felix's shoulder. He simply smiled, enjoying the feeling of you so close to him.

The sound of the bell ringing woke you up. You were laying on the couch, a blanket over your body. You looked around and Felix was sleeping on the smaller couch next to yours, with just a pillow under his head. You got up and answered the door. "Hey!" Ashley said, hugging you. "Hi. How was your night?" "It was amazing. Thank you so much, Y/N." Ashley went to the middle of the living room to drop her bag on the couch, Mason following behind. "How's Arthur? Did he behaved?" Mason asked. "Yeah, he slept almost all of the time." You rubbed your eyes, still feeling sleepy. Ashley turned around, seeing Felix sleeping on the couch. "You guys could have slept in the guest room," she laughed. "I'm gonna check on Arthur. What about some breakfast later?" Mason suggested. "That sounds great, but I think we should go home. Besides, you guys need to spend some family time with your baby." You woke Felix up, and while he was trying to get conscious, you chatted with Ashley about dinner. Mason went downstairs with Arthur and you chatted a little more before leaving. "Do you want me to take you home?" Felix asked, leaving Ashley's house by your side. "No, it's okay, I'll get an Uber." "Aw, come on. I'm not gonna let you leave on an Uber so early in the morning." You looked at him, admiring the freckles on his skin. His pink lips looked soft and you had to fight the urge to kiss him. "You know what, okay. I'll go with you." The drive to your house was silent, the music playing on the radio helped you to distract the thoughts on your head. The night you spent with Felix was amazing, seeing him being so sweet like that only made you even more attracted to him. Felix stopped in front of your house. "Well, we are here." "Do you want to come in?" "Oh... uhm, sure, yes, that would be great." You smiled and left the car, running to open the door for him. "Please don't mind the mess," you said, taking some clothes that were on the couch. "Don't worry about it." "Do you want to eat something?" "I'm fine, I'm still full because of the pizza from yesterday." "Okay." There was an awkward silence for a while and you realized you didn't think this through. Invite him over and what? "You know what? There's something I want to eat," Felix said. "Oh, okay. What do you want? I have bread, cereal, we can make panca-" "You." "What?" you looked at him, your eyes wide. "I w-want to eat you." Felix stuttered, his face showing that he was feeling too shy to be saying the words that left his mouth. "Oh, I'm... I-" you didn't have the chance to finish, Felix approached you and kissed you. You were still processing what was happening so you didn't kiss him back yet. Felix noticed and stopped kissing you. "I-I'm so sorry, Y/N, I shoul-" "No! It's okay. I just wasn't expecting." You kissed him, holding his face and tasting his lips. His left hand held the back of your head while the other held your waist. He bit your lower lip, his tongue entering your mouth and playing with yours. He pressed his body against yours and you felt his semi-hard dick. You whined, trying to control your breath. "Do you want to keep going?" Felix asked, his forehead resting against yours. You simply nodded. "Where's your room?" You grabbed his hand, guiding him to your room. Once you were inside, Felix slammed you against the door, pressing his body into yours. He started to grind his clothed cock on your heat and, this time, you couldn't hold your moans anymore. "Felix," was all you managed to say before he kissed you again. A messy kiss that screamed how much he was longing for you, how much he desired you. His hand grabbed your ass, pulling you closer as if it was even possible. "I wanna taste you," he said, taking you to the bed. You laid down and he wasted no time to take off your pants, pulling your panties with them in a swift movement. Soon enough, his tongue was exploring your wet lips, savoring the taste of your arousal. Felix played with your clit, his tongue sliding against the sensitive skin. You hoped that your neighbors had already left for work, otherwise you would end up waking them up because of your moans. Felix stopped eating you out to unbutton his shirt. "You have no idea how much I wanted to fuck you," he said, his voice deep, making you raise your hips, craving to be filled up. "Felix, please," you moaned. "You want me to fuck you, baby?" "Yes, please." It was embarrassing, you weren't used to begging. Most of the time that you had sex, you were always the one in control. But not with Felix. "Are you on the pill?" Felix asked, taking the rest of his clothes off and pumping his rock-hard cock. "Yeah, please fuck me." "Anything for you," he growled, sliding his dick into your dripping pussy. Felix already started an incessant pounding into you, stealing moans from your throat. "You are so fucking beautiful." You closed your eyes, feeling the burning on your stomach getting stronger. "Fuck, so fucking good, Y/N. You are taking me so well." "Please, don't s-stop." "Turn around, I wanna fuck you from behind." You didn't have much strength left, but Felix helped you out. He was inside of you again, hitting the right spots in this position. Felix felt your pussy tightening against his dick and he started to play with your clit. "Fuck, Felix, I'm gonna cum," you screamed, not being able to control yourself anymore. You came, a long moan leaving your mouth. "I'm gonna cum inside of your little pussy, I'm gonna fill you up so good." He didn't slow his pace, his hips hitting yours in a fast rhythm. "I'm gonna put a baby in your little cute belly, baby girl," he said, closing his eyes as his dick slid in and out of your pussy. "Fuck," you moaned. "You are gonna look so good, all swollen, f-fuck." A few lazy thrusts and Felix came inside of you. He kept thrusting on you for a while until you milked him out. He laid by your side, trying to catch his breath. Felix put his arm on his face, hiding it. He looked completely flustered. "I'm sorry, Y/N. It was way too soon for me to let out this embarrassing kinky stuff." "Felix, shut up. It was fucking hot," you smiled, turning around to hug him and rest your head on his chest. He played with your hair, the warmth of his skin making you fall asleep. But sleeping wasn't on Felix's plans. "Ready for round two?"

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#and also thank god adrien didn't know that he was a sentimonster and that hence sentibug was practically his sister

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I think we forget to highlight how strong this scene is for Adrien.

I don't know if this will be entirely the case, but...If the reasoning behind Plagg taking the Miraculous away is because this way he can be free to have a relationship with Marinette, here's Adrien trading his freedom (and not only his freedom. His best friend, his confidante, his company in his golden cage… he's giving all that away) with having a relationship with the girl he likes. Poor boy!

And I know that probably Tikki and Plagg have put it in a different way, probably they have lied to them, but it still HURTS to see him having to make this choice! No 14 year old should...

237 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

#4

"Two Adriens? I'm in heaven!"

252 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

#3

we also see Nathalie feeding the kwamis for the very first time ever...is that cheese?

276 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

#2

The fact that Adrien and Félix are sentimonsters in my mind has helped me placing the Shanghai Special. I mean, I'm surely wrong, but I suspect that the Shanghai special is set right before the episode "Félix" in season 3.

Think about it.

Gabriel was wearing his wedding band. If the special had been set AFTER Félix, then when Gabriel disappeared with the ring, then ADRIEN, aka Chat Noir, would have vanished in thin air. But this doesn't happen, and you know why? Because his ring was safe at home on mama Agreste's finger. The one who died the second Papillon vanished in thin air was...poor unsuspecting Félix somewhere in London.

I can imagine the scene (and if some artist wants, hey can take the bunny and make a comic out of it!):

*Hawkmoth disappears*

*Somewhere in London, Amélie and Félix are having dinner.*

*Poor Amélie witnesses her beloved child being wrapped in a purple bubble and disappear in thin air.*

Amelie widens her eyes in shock. "That's it. What the f*ck has Gabriel done now? What happened to my son?"

*an hour later or so, Félix reappears in a storm of ladybugs.*

"That's it," says Amélie. "We're off to Paris next week. It's the anniversary of Emilie's disappearance so Gabriel can't complain that we go to visit. But this story must end. Evidently, Gabriel can't be trusted with something as precious as the ring that contains your amok.

*Félix is shocked beyond belief, not only for having just died and having been brought back to life, but also to find out in such a way that he's not even human*

Which leads to the situation in the Félix episode that we have seen. No wonder the poor kid was "behaving strangely"...

Sorry not sorry...

331 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sorry if anyone else already has done this, but i have managed to download the 1 minute clip we got from season 5 ep 10 and I subbed it for a friend, so I thought I'd make it available to you all. Hope you like it. Of course, I'm not a pro so sorry if the subtitles aren't great quality!

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Like Old Times

Pairing: (Lifeguard)Bela Dimitrescu x (SurferFem)Reader

Summary: Your lifeguard girlfriend talks you into entering a surfing tournament that’s being held at your local beach. However, Bela meets a familiar face that comes to compete.

Warnings: Cheating, Couple Argument, Breakup, Depression

A/n: So I didn't expect this to become a series l. I thought it was gonna be a one-shot. But enjoy! Also, I couldn’t choose between these two songs. So you readers may pick either “Hawaiian Rollercoaster Ride” - Lilo and Stitch or “You get what you Give” - New Radicals to listen to when Y/n and Jeane hit the Sunsetting Tides after the first day of the Surfing Tournament!

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You sit down with your knees huddled against your upper body. Even though you were the one who emerged victorious in the first round of the Surf Tournament, your girlfriend decided to comfort her ex as she felt bad for him despite being proud of you. She also believed him when he told her that he had become better and that he wanted to make up for lost time with her. You reluctantly let her go as you didn't want her to see you becoming jealous.

"My question is Y/n/n," Jeane sits next to you, "How you let her go off with her ex.."

"I didn't want her to see how jealous I was getting," you sigh, "I just- don’t want to talk about it... So, shouldn't your boyfriend be here to root you on?"

"Actually," Jeane's voice trails off, pulling out her phone

She holds the phone in your face and you squeal of excitement. However, she shushes you before you even raised your voice.

"Since when did this happen?!" You ask, trying to keep your voice down low

"Right before I went off to the competition the other night," she smiles

"That ring is so pretty though," You compliment the engagement ring, "Definitely you."

Jeane chuckles and gives you a hug.

“I need a favor Y/n,” Jeane says

You pull away to look at her, “What’s the favor?”

“I need you to be my Maid of Honor,” She requests

Your mouth hangs agape, “W-what?”

“Be my maid of honor,” She begins smiling

You smile as you jump into her arms, engulfing her into a hug.

“Shouldn’t you be asking your sister?” You ask her

“I did,” Jeane answers you, “She isn’t able to come back home before the wedding day. That is why I’m asking you.”

“I will be more than happy to be your maid of honor,” You smile before engulfing each other in a hug

“I also need you to walk me down the isle,” She asks once more

You knew that she barely had family that was still around. Or even ones who were; she didn’t choose any of them. She asks you. Her best friend and basically little sister that she never had. 

“Oh I’m more than happy to do that too,” You smile

“By the way,” Jeane adds, “Your girlfriend is invited as your guest.”

From afar, Bela watches you embrace your best friend; unbeknownst to her of the conversation you just had.

"Do you know what'll make you feel better?" Jeane asks you, still embracing you

"What?" You ask

"Getting our asses back in the water," she says, pulling away to look at you, "Tides are still high and its the end of the day."

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better or are you just saying that because you really want to go surfing with me again?" You ask her, suspiciously but smiling at her

"...Yes" She smiles, cracking into a laugh

You couldn't help but crack a laugh as well. You stand up, and help Jeane up off the chair. The both of you head over to the lifeguard post to grab your respective surfboards. However you make the mistake of looking up and seeing Bela smiling with her ex. She looks down at you and she smiles and waves. However, you subtlety scoff at her and turn to walk next to Jeane, heading towards the ocean. However, your reactive changed Bela's expression to cheerfulness, to confusion and slight sadness.

“Hey you paying attention?” Billy asks

Bela shakes off her staring a you and sighs, but tries to pull it off but smile, “Yeah sorry.”

“So, as I was saying-” Billy continues to drift on

Bela just drifts her head to you and Jeane; jealous and upset you didn’t offer her to surf with you instead. 

When you and Jennie pass she very shallow shore, the both of you lie on your stomachs and begin paddling towards a deeper part of the ocean.

"Lets see how much you remember in surfing rookie," Jeane jokes

"No please," You joke back, "Age before beauty grandma!"

“Oh it’s on!” Jeane laughs, acting all competitive

Jeane had some surfing competing and some wins in her books. Whereas you, you had watched her from the shoreline, hoping to be like her one day. However, Jennie had moved across the country for her new job after graduating college. 

“Go ahead of me!” You smile

“Like old times?” Jeane asks you

“Like old times,” You repeat her question but in an answer format

Like twins, the both of you face parallel along the wave and begin standing onto your surfboards. You watch as Jennie begins surfing ahead of you. As the wave began getting slightly smaller the further you were slightly behind Jeane, you crouch down on your board and look over to the rising water of the wave. Slowly, you reached your hand out and let it skid across the rising water like a flat stone skipping across the water. 

“Oh how I’ve missed surfing with you Y/n!” Jeane smiles

You pull ahead in front of Jeane and you smile as you turn around to see her with a surprised face. You jokingly shrug her off and continue surfing. You tilt slightly to your right and do the exact same maneuver you had done earlier in the day to catch Holmes off guard. 

“You show off!” Jeane sighs and shakes her head, breaking into a laugh

“Oh the things I’ve learned while you have been away my gal!” You smile as you land in front of her

You watch Jeane swoop down below and cut in front of you. You try and do the same but her speed continued to increase. However, the wave began breaking, making you swing right out of the wave before it caved.

“Jeane!” You called out to her

You sigh in relief when you see her on the other side of the wave. 

“Yo! Y/n Let’s try and ride on top of the next one!” Jennie yells to you, exiting the wave tunnel

You follow suit, maneuvering right out of the wave right before it crashed on the shallow shoreline. You manage to catch up with Jennie before paddling off to the next incoming wave.

“Bels? Bels are you even listening?” her ex asks

Bela’s POV

As her ex drifts onto his story, Bela turns her head and watches you have the time of your life with Jennie. 

“Oh sorry,” She sighs

“You okay?” He asks, placing his hands on her upper arms

She steps away form him, he immediately puts his hands back down on his sides. 

“Sorry,” He says, looking into another direction

“I’m gonna go,” She says

She immediately power walks away from him and into your direction but stopping at the shoreline. 

“And he just fell as soon as he stood up?” You ask, trying to contain your laughter, “My goodness your stories never get old. Hey that diner is still around do you want to go there after? Catch up outside of surfing?”

Y/n’s POV

You and Jeane begin emerging from the ocean and continue laughing with her story of how she tried getting her then boyfriend (Now fiancée) to go surfing with her.

“I’d like to!” Jennie says before looking over to the approaching Bela, “Hey! Ms. I snatched the hottest surfer on the beach! You want to join us for dinner? Did Y/n ever take you to the diner? They may have greasy ass food but their fries never disappoint!”

“Actually...” Bela sighs, “I’m going to call it a day...”

“Yeah yeah I’m fine,” She sighs, stepping back from your gentle touch, “I’m just tired...”

“Hey, you okay Kaipo?” You ask, walking up to her and gently placing your hand on her arm

[Kaipo (KIE-Poh) means “Darling” in Hawaiian]

“Do you want me to drive you home?” You ask her, trying to comfort her in the best way possible

“Oh no- I wouldn’t want to interrupt your quality time with Jennie... I’ll... I’ll just ask my ex if he can take me... See you tomorrow Draga Mea,” She says, trudging off to the lifeguard post

“Did she just say her ex?” You ask Jennie, “I kind of zoned out when I was looking at her...

“Listen, if you trust Bela, just let her be,” Jennie says, placing her hand on your shoulder to keep you from going to Bela

“I do trust her it’s just... She looked so happy when she began talking with her ex...” You sigh, “And-and...”

“You feel threatened,” Jennie concludes

You nod.

“Like I said, if you really trust her, let her go,” She says, “Let’s get out of here.”

You and Jennie head over to the local diner that overlooked the ocean. Even though you were happy that Jennie was back. Even if it was for the competition, you’d be seeing her again for her wedding. 

“Have you figured out where you were going to have the wedding?” You ask, sipping your glass of water

“Here, on the beach,” She smiles

“Classic,” You smile

Your smile drops when you hear your phone vibrate on the table. However, as soon as you pick it up and turn it on; it wasn’t from Bela. 

“Dude, call her and check on her if you need to,” Jeane suggests

“You sure?” You ask, looking for reassurance in Jeanes expression. 

“Go you little lovebird,” She teases you

You smile and mouth ‘thanks’ before heading to the entrance of the diner, unlocking your phone and pressing Bela’s speed dial number. You pace around the parking lot, listening to the phone ring. 

“Come on Bels... Pick up... Pick up...” You mumble to yourself

You growl when it goes to voicemail. You call her several more times before finally giving up.

“Bela babe it’s me... I want to just make sure you’re okay...” You say before hanging up your phone

Jeane looks up when she hears the bell on the door rings. But her expression drops when you slump into your seat.

“Let me guess- she didn’t pick up?” Jeane sighs

You nod, “I don’t get it... She always picks up...”

“Listen kid,” Jeane starts, “Why don’t you go check on her after this? If you’re so worried.”

You nod but try to put on a smile for Jeane. However, Jeane knew you better. She was able to tell when you’re faking it.

“I’ll cover the bill Y/n,” Jeane blurts out, making you look up

“Are-are you sure?” You ask

She smiles and nods while gesturing you to the door, “Go get her.”

You vowed that you’d pay back Jeane for making her pay for you. Thus, you drive home however, some of the lights were off. You unlock the front door to your house and place your backpack next to the entry hall.

“Bela?” You call to the house

No response... You decide to check in your room.

“Bela?” You call again, opening the door

Your heart sinks when you realize the bed was how it was before you had left for the beach that morning. You rush back out to your car; half-assing the lock on your door just before you rushed back into your car and began making your way to Bela’s place.

I need to tell her what Jeane and I were talking about...

You arrive to Bela’s apartment a little further into town and you look up; Bela’s apartment balcony was visible to the front part of the building. 

Her light’s on...

You immediately but calmly make your way up to Bela’s apartment. You and her had spare keys to each others’ places so you take out the one key that wasn’t attached to your jumble mess you call your wallet, car keys and house keys and unlock the door. You try to make your steps quiet just in case Bela was passed out on her bed. You reach for the doorknob and slowly turn the nob and slowly open the creaky door.

“B-Bela?....” your breathe hitches in your throat

She opens her eyes but they immediately widen as she sees your figure in the doorway. She shoves a more muscular arm away from her however it coils back around her body. 

“Y-Y/n!” Bela tries to hide the biggest mistake she’s ever made, “It’s-it’s not what it looks like!”

But it was exactly what it looked like. You couldn’t move your legs as she tries to throw on her clothing.

“Baby,” A male voice wakes up

You immediately recognize the male face...

Billy Holmes... How the fuck did I guess?...

Finally gaining thoughts in your legs you turn your heel just as Bela was getting her shorts on. Regardless if you hear your name being called repeatedly and the footsteps behind you, you don’t turn back.

“Y/n Wait!” Bela manages to catch up with you before you got in your truck

“What Bela?!” You ask her, pissed off, “After me telling you that ‘You’re my Ohana’ you go any do this?!”

“I thought-I thought you were going to leave me for Jeane,” Bela confesses, “I saw the way you two were hugging earlier...”

“That? That? Jeane is getting married Bela!” You scream, not giving a shit who was listening

Bela just stands there, dumbfounded.

“She asked me to be her maid of honor and to walk her down the isle,” You begin explaining, “Because her sister isn’t able to be home on time for her wedding and majority of her family isn’t around anymore! She sees me as her little sister that she’s never had because she was the little sister! Jeane told me that you were invited as my guest... I was going to ask you after dinner with her but.... You can forget it. While you’re at it, forget about us.”

You plop the spare key she had given you back into her hands and you finally get into your car. You immediately beeline your car back to your house. Trying to keep your crying from coming out. You put Jeane’s speed dial in and your the ringing immediately pick up.

“My place,” You state, trying to hide the fact you were beginning to cry, “I’ll send you directions when I stop..”

“Are-are you crying Y/n?” Jeane asks

“I’ll explain later,” You choke on your sob

You hang up your phone and manage to park in the nearest lot. You stop your car and turn up your radio. You shove your face into your hands and begin sobbing, You let out a pained scream as you put your head onto your steering wheel. Remembering that you told Jeane that you’d text her your address, you had done just that and continued your way home with puffy eyes

You managed to make your way back to your place, but there was another car in your driveway; one you didn’t recognize.

“Jeane?” You pull up next to the car

“Y/n! Oh thank god!” Jeane sighs in relief

The both of you get out of your respective cars however, you fall onto your knees. 

“Hey, Hey Y/n,” Jeane comes running in front of you, “Talk to me...”

You couldn’t even stop crying at that point...

Chapter 4

[opal-nite]

delicate; b.barnes

chapter six - “lake, the sequel”

delicate masterlist

word count: 1.7k

synopsis: reader seeks out bucky after his dramatic exit and they find themselves earnestly conversing... back at the lake

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N]: this story is available on my wattpad as a bucky x OC fic @ / typicaldaze :)

He didn't like this feeling. No, he didn't like this feeling at all. He hated it, in fact. It was betrayal, bodily betrayal. He just could not sit in that room any longer or he would've peeled his skin off. His lungs felt as if they were bound with barbed wire and the state of his stomach had him worried he was going to throw up. Most of all he felt guilty. How could he have just stormed out of the room like that? She was going to hate him now. How could he let this happen?

He was thinking this over whilst sitting at the lake, hands in the grass, trying to distract the physical body from the mental cacophony he had just endured. He had somehow found his way there after leaving Y/N. These extremely unpleasant sensations were unfamiliar. Was he sick? Could he have been drugged? He was so confused. Bucky realized he seemed to be confused most of the time. Following that realization, he became mildly pissed off.

The super soldier stared out at the lake. It was a calm day, the water tranquil and clear. It was a stark contrast against his stress. He leaned forward and looked into the water at his reflection.

"Damn," he said out loud.

Is that really what I look like now?

His eyes traced over the long shaggy hair, dark under eyes, and the subtle but noticeable worry lines. This sight reminded him of when he broke the mirror at his old place in Bucharest. Now he remembered why. God, he looked as fucked up as he was. He leaned back and tossed a stone at where his reflection had been.

A deep sigh left his lungs, which were now conveniently working properly.

"Fuckers," he muttered, referring to the mercurial organs.

He had spent nearly two years alone in Bucharest, and he had grown accustomed to living in this new body. He was always on edge, that much he could tell. However, he was never too introspective; he never thought about his feelings or his behavior. All he was focused on was surviving. When there is more to life than survival, that's when things get complicated... not that they weren't complicated before. God, he was running in circles inside his own mind. His scarred and ruined and manipulated mind that resided in this body that was used as a tool for destruction and violence and death-

"Hey."

His head whipped around, startled out of his thought frenzy. Always on edge. Mentally, he shook his head in disappointment.

"Oh! (Y/N)!"

He stood up immediately. "Listen, I'm so sorry about before, I don't know what-"

"It's okay," she said quickly, holding up her hands. "Bucky, you do not need to apologize, everything is totally fine."

He was taken aback. Words didn't seem to work.

"I'm not mad if that's what you were thinking," she said.

"You're not?"

"No, of course not. If anything I was worried."

"I- Worried?"

"Yes, you were clearly in distress, and that room was the last place you wanted to be. I'm glad you found your way back here because you look much better now," (Y/N) explained with earnest eyes.

She could tell he was freaked out? She probably thinks he's insane.

"Yeah, I... I think I'm better now."

He was far from okay, but definitely better than before.

The psychologist sat down next to where he was standing. He didn't move, but looked down at her.

"I don't think it'd be wise to leave you alone here considering you're supposed to be in a session with me right now and you can't go anywhere without an escort. It would most likely lead to suspicion and then trouble you don't need. I'm going to stay with you. We can continue the session if you'd like, but if not we can just sit."

She said this all while looking straight forward at the water.

In all honesty he wasn't sure what to say, so he settled with a breathy, "Okay," before sitting down next to her.

"I'm getting the vibe that this is more of a just sit situation..."

"Yeah... I think I'm all therapy-ed out for today," Bucky said in a meek attempt at a joke.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a wide smile. He then realized that she didn't know he could see it, and that's why this smile seemed different. Most differents in Bucky's life hadn't been outstandingly pleasant. But this was a welcome different. This was a good different. It was genuine and unbridled. That was the most open he'd ever seen her.

Every now and then he forgot that he was a literal trained super spy. He may not have any PhD's, but he had his own way of reading behavior, cues, and subtleties. Perhaps he'd make an effort to be more observant. Perhaps he wanted to learn a little more about what else was behind this new different.

A few beats of comfortable silence passed before he heard the word again.

"Hey," (Y/N) started softly. "I'm sorry if I went a little too far today. I know I said our first session wouldn't be much, but I realize I was pushing too far."

"Oh, it's okay," Bucky replied, looking down at the grass between his knees. "I think it's more my fault anyway. It's not like the questions were super intense."

He let out a loaded sigh. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Bucky it's really okay. If it's anyone's fault it's mine. This whole process is supposed to be based on your comfort levels and at your own pace. And there's nothing wrong with you. Your reaction was completely normal given the circumstances."

Bucky wasn't terribly familiar with reassurance. He turned his head, looking at her dead on. She was so genuine, like she knew all of what she was saying was the all encompassing truth.

Echoes of different combinations of "there's nothing wrong with you" and "completely normal" and "your own pace" flitted around inside him until they melted into a feeling he hadn't felt in so long: hope. It was horrifying... yet it gave him a kind of relief he didn't know he could feel.

The super soldier then realized that (Y/N) was looking right back at him dead on. He was about to stumble through some sort of apology for staring or thankful expression for her kindness, but he noticed that she didn't look like she was necessarily waiting for a response. She was just... looking.

Bucky tried to say something, anything. But he just couldn't seem to pull his eyes away. In this brief moment, he felt crystallized. His conscious, logical brain was somewhere far away, hypnotized by the stillness of the moment. It was only a few seconds, but somehow felt longer. These very few seconds of mental sedation were soon over.

Speak, idiot.

He snapped back to reality, suddenly finding himself inspecting at the grass below him.

"Thank you."

"Of course," she replied without missing a beat. Her tone of voice was water soft.

"(Y/N), do you... do you know what happened with me earlier?" he asked, cautiously. "Like, what was wrong- I mean, not wrong but why I-"

He sighed frustratingly, cutting himself off.

Her face was patient, but she was waiting for a description of something he didn't know how to describe.

"I know I said we were done for today, but I-I don't know how to explain it, and I want to know what it is," he confessed.

"I think you had an anxiety attack."

Anxiety? That couldn't be right. There's no way that could've been from being nervous.

"What?" he asked incredulously.

"Anxiety. It seemed as though you were experiencing high amounts of anxiety. Most people get nervous at times, but those tiny amounts are normal. But, some other people are a lot more nervous a lot more of the time. Sometimes, these peoples' anxiety can get particularly high and be so overwhelming that their body kinda takes over, and they can experience really uncomfortable physical symptoms, and this can turn into an anxiety attack."

"I thought I was... sick or... or drugged or something."

"Well, I'm almost certain you weren't drugged, and I'm pretty sure you can't even get sick."

"Oh."

He honestly didn't know what to say.

"Bucky," she looked straight at him again and he almost felt himself slipping. "In terms of psychology, a lot has progressed since the 40's. I'm not sure how anxiety was presented or studied then, but there's really a lot more to it than people think. And honestly, given your situation, it would be strange if you didn't develop an anxiety disorder."

Anxiety disorder?

"Anxiety disorder? I have that?"

"Well, again, I think we have to do more work to confirm, but that's what it seems like."

"I thought you said I had PTSD?"

"I do. I think you have both."

Christ.

"Wow, I'm a whole sack 'a problems, aren't I?" he chuckled, giving up on trying to internally oppose his short comings.

"You're not a problem, Buck. You had to deal with a whole sack of problems, though," she smiled.

The nickname didn't miss his radar. Was that the first time she's called him that? He ignored how he liked it.

"That's for damn sure."

They conversed for a while after that, and didn't seem to notice how late it was until the sun began to set. The ending day's reflection on the water created an aura so relaxing Bucky didn't want to move. But alas, reality calls.

(Y/N) stood up. "If you're not back soon, they'll start looking for you. We should probably get going."

Bucky stood up, too, following her request.

"I'll walk you back to your quarters," she offered.

And so they went, conversation continuing naturally, as if they were old friends. Bucky found it strange that someone he knew so little was so easy to talk to. He brushed it off as some inherent therapist quality.

He still found her hard to read although he knew her more with each passing word between them.

Despite all of this, the walk back, with cool air, a melting sky, and languid steps, was the best thing he had experienced since coming out of cryo. His memory may be spotty, and his mind may be rough, but this, this he was sure of.

[get-shiggy-with-it]

#1 Victory Royale

✧ pairing: college student!spinner x student!afab!reader

✧ word count: 4.4k

✧ warnings: college au/no quirks, light angst, mostly soft/fluff, smut, could be hate fucking if you squint, afab reader but no pronouns, this is pretty tame, by like my standards, I wrote this at work, not really a warning, but it felt like you needed to know that

✧ summary: relationships suck and Spinner is starting to think maybe he does too

✧ ao3 mirror

✧ a/n: Hey y'all, welcome back to more college au bs from me. This is set in the same universe once again as all my other college pieces. A very sweet anon asked if we'd ever get to see more of Spinner, so here he is! Also with another cameo from shiggy's bitch (endearing) cause I can't help myself.

“Ughhhhhh….”

Spinner’s groaning echoed through the tiny apartment, the heavy sound of creaking couch cushions under his weight following.

“What?” his long-suffering roommate shouted out their bedroom door, rapidly shoving clothing and a toothbrush into an overnight bag.

“Uggghhhhhhh!”

He let out with another, louder dying animal wail. He’d been like this since they woke up—wallowing in some strange concoction of self pity and Red Bull on the kitchen floor when they walked in for water two hours ago.

“Motherfucker,” they mumbled, tossing their bag to the floor and marching, more than a little disgruntled, into the hall. “What do you want?”

Spinner was sitting upside down on the couch now, feet up against the wall tapestry and cotton candy hair splayed out on the floor. He stared blankly as his friend came into view—arms crossed, frowning at him from the end of the hall—and opened his mouth once more, letting out another garbled grunt that had one of the neighbors pounding twice on the wall to shut his dramatic ass up.

“Dude seriously, are you gonna tell me who pissed in your cereal or are you just gonna scream until the guys next door kick a hole through our wall?”

They almost felt bad as he looked away, sniffing and letting himself slump farther off the sofa until he was sprawled completely on the hardwood and staring, glassy eyed, up at the ceiling.

When he finally spoke a full sentence, his gaze was locked on the water stain above him from a year ago when the upstairs neighbors flooded their apartment trying to make jungle juice in the bathtub.

“I don’t know, I’m just in my feels as the kids say,” he sounded so dejected—strange for someone who was perpetually energized to a frustrating degree—that their shoulders immediately slumped from a hardass square to a softer, more sympathetic angle

They padded over to join him on the floor.

“Care to elaborate, oh roomie of mine?”

There was a pause and Spinner tapped his nails against the hardwood idly before responding.

“I guess I’m just feeling, like, fucking I don’t know,” he sighed, knocking his head against the dusty boards, “left out I guess? That’s not quite right, but it’s just Magne mentioned last time she came to The League meeting that Jin was seeing somebody and it just got me all introspective and weird…”

“Hm,” his roommate hummed thoughtfully and studied the way the textured white ceiling gave way to the rings of brown water damage, like a dead and dying flower, “I thought you and Jin weren’t ever that serious?”

“We weren’t,” Spinner groaned again and rubbed his eyes. “We went on like, one date a year ago and I haven’t thought about it really at all since then. I’m not sure why hearing he’s got someone else now made me so fucking...jealous I guess.”

“I mean, maybe you just never really gave yourself the time to process it?” they asked and received only an annoyed huff and accompanying groan. “Sorry, should have asked if you were looking for advice or just wanting to rant. My bad.”

“No, it’s fine. I think it’s just…”

Spinner trailed off and they shifted as the hard floor bit at their back and made it ache. The muscles were sore already as it was, and Tomura blowing their fucking back a few times a week wasn’t really helping. They’d created some kind of perpetually horny monster, but something told them cracking a joke about it wasn’t really going to help the situation much. Thankfully, Spinner found his way to filling the silence a minute later.

“I don’t think it has anything specifically to do with Jin. Yeah I liked him, we’re still really good friends and I don’t feel like I need him to be more than that. It’s just that—and this is gonna make me sound like a massive asshole—but with you and your new fucking boyfie and now even Jin finding someone to date I just keep seeing reminders everywhere of how motherfucking isolated I am.”

“Oh,” they felt their face burn a bit, guilt frothing as they were forced to acknowledge the fact that in all the time they’ve spent holed up with Tomura, Spinner had been discarded like an old Steam game, bought impulsively on sale and never played again. “I’m sorry I haven’t been prioritizing you—”

“No, no, no shut the fuck with that,” he waved his hand to cut them off and pushed himself up on his palms. “I know I’m not being fair about it, and I really am happy for you guys, but idk man….I just feel like I’m never gonna find that you know?”

Beside him, his roommate remained sprawled out on the floor like a homicide tape outline and was just as deadly quiet.

“I just,” he continued, running an angry hand through his hair, “I know I could be such a good partner. Like I’m funny and I’m not a fucking creep, which is actually a plus to most people.”

He shot a side glance down and they rolled their eyes, sitting up and knocking his shoulder roughly till he toppled back to the dirty floor and they stood above him.

“Fuck off,” they chuckled.

His roommate watched as the laughter seemed to infect him like a bad cold, creeping down the back of his throat and shaking in his chest.

“No I’m serious, I would be such a fucking great boyfriend. I give goddamn top quality cuddles and I actually know how to do laundry, what more does one need truly?”

“Damn bro, you’ve known how to fold your own clothes this whole time?”

The giggling spread into the quiet space, rocking through both their shoulders and leaving the air feeling light—fresh like the first nights of Spring. When it finally petered out into friendly silence, they were both far lighter.

“I just like the way you fold my t-shirts, the sleeves don’t get those weird creases when you do it,” he muttered and stood, doing his best to fix the wild pink locks that stood on end from his fidgeting.

“Yeah I’m sure,” his roommate rolled their eyes and turned back down the hall.

When they left for the night to stay over with their boyfriend, Spinner tried not to acknowledge the way he subconsciously glared at their back as they walked out the door, skipping yet another League meeting to swap spit with that guy from their English class.

He tried even harder not to think of how their bed would be warm and their legs would have legs to tangle with, their chest have a chest to lay against, while he heated up instant noodles in the microwave and fell asleep alone on their living room couch.

Not to mention that tonight was the big tournament with that new group on campus. He was really banking on his bff (best fucking friend as they were always sure to clarify) and him teaming up to crush those assholes from The Commission or whatever they called themselves.

Fucking lame as shit name in his opinion.

In any case, he’d have to settle for Magne again, and she was such a loose cannon they were sure to get their asses handed to them. She was a great fucking tank, he’d be the first to admit, but strategy was not a strong point of hers and they desperately needed that tonight.

He could feel the sinking weight of failure rolling in the pit of his stomach already even as he dragged himself into his room to tug on an old pair of jeans.

It bothered him way more than it should, the idea of losing some gaming tournament that, by all means held little to no actual significance.

Spinner knew the stock he’d started placing in games was growing to an unhealthy degree.

He knew that.

But self awareness rarely did anything to alleviate the irrational fear of failing at one of the only remaining consistencies in his life.

It stung worse when the tournament kicked off and by the third round, Spinner was the only remaining League member in the brackets.

“Fucking shit…” he muttered to himself, the small basement room alight with the blue glow of the monitor and the sound of frantically smashing controllers.

Behind him on the couch—stolen long ago from the theater building—Magne held him by the shoulders as he grit his teeth and leaned into the movement of his avatar on screen.

“You got this babe,” she shouted, cheek pressed up to his ear. “Make ‘em eat shit for me!”

“I would if you stopped distracting me,” Spinner hissed back.

Really it wasn’t Magne’s aggressive and somewhat bloodthirsty style of encouragement that shook his focus so badly.

It was his opponent.

The fucking president of The Commission sat, thighs spread and pressed to his, resting your weight on your elbows and snarling beside him in the couch.

Your face was split in this heart stopping grin as you quite deftly dodged all his attempts to get a hit in and managed to land a few of your own in the process.

And you looked really hot doing it.

Which was definitely just a side effect of the punch he (didn’t) drink and the body heat fueled temperature of the room—sweaty skin against sweaty skin making his mind wander against his will.

The shifting in his seat was absolutely just to illogically make him move faster and had nothing to do with how tight his pants now seemed.

So much for not being a fucking creep.

Your teammates were gathered in a circle behind you, enraptured and exuding the kind of smug confidence that said quite clearly The League was fucked from the second they walked in.

Not even two minutes later your hands were thrown up, punching the air and your team piling over the back of the couch to drown you in a sea of celebratory limbs.

Spinner felt himself deflating even as he was toppled off the couch by your screaming members and The League collectively cursed in the background.

Truthfully he’d known the chances of winning were slim.

Ever since his roommate started getting busy with classes and clubs that ‘looked good on their resume,’ The League had gone downhill rapidly. It was a problem since long before that Shigaraki guy swooped in and stole them away, but Spinner couldn’t stop himself from lowkey holding that against him.

The League had consumed so much of his life in college, functioning as a haven where he was finally respected and belonged to an extent he’d never experienced before.

The stink of failure and loss, not of the game but the only space he’d ever really occupied without complaint, burned his face and made the room feel more suffocating than usual.

Magne looked as though she wanted to give him one of her signature—and admittedly very comforting—hugs, but the deadly look of disappointment on Spinner’s face must have made her think twice.

The rest of his team seemed to read this sudden downward shift in the room as they began to filter out, climbing the steps onto street level and away from the suddenly stuffy, uncomfortable meeting spot. Normally everyone would stay and finish off the drinks snuck past the janitorial staff, eating Doritos until well past midnight. This time they couldn’t wait to be rid of him.

He couldn’t really blame them.

The multimedia building was a strange place after hours. Once Spinner might have called it something rare and liminal, now it felt more like a prison.

He stood, packing up the consoles a bit more roughly than necessary when someone cleared their throat behind him.

He turned to see you, standing alone with hands on your hips and scowling like you were the one who just got their gaming reputation ruined.

“Dude what the fuck was that?”

Spinner bristled at the knife sharp point of your tone.

“Really?” he asked incredulously. “You seriously waited around to rub your win in my face?”

You rolled your eyes and took a step closer around the couch. “I’m not talking about the fucking game dumbass. Why the hell are you pouting like I stole your fucking candy or some shit? You ruined the vibes man.”

“If anyone was ruining the vibes, it was you and your cocky ass team.”

Spinner felt himself stepping closer too, pulled in by the celestial weight that accompanied any kindling argument.

“Me?” you pointed to your chest and scoffed, “Wow, I was really hoping you’d actually possess a bit of emotional maturity, but if this is how you get after a loss I’m not shocked your fucking club is bleeding members.”

At some point the two of you had gravitated close enough that he felt the puff of your last breath on his cheeks. Two comets, ready and willing to collide.

“I’m not being the asshole in this situation, you know that right?” Spinner glared down his nose at you, heart pounding in his ears. “Maybe you shouldn’t make fucking unfounded assumptions about people you don’t know.”

“So then why are your panties in a twist over a fucking game?” you retorted.

He was peripherally aware that your eyes had taken on the same laser focused quality as they had during the last round. Determined and locked onto him without sparing a glance to anything else.

It was this same undivided attention that he’d envied in you as you played, and as Spinner felt it trained on him, his pants once again felt uncomfortably restrictive.

“It’s not about the fucking game okay!?” his voice came out hoarse and far more petulant than he’s been aiming for.

Though he quickly felt the embarrassment give rise to a secondary heat as you both breathed each other’s air and searched the face across from you.

“Then what is it about?”

That strange, unexplainable, inexplicable rush of potential filled the small gap that remained between your bodies—the kind of tension Spinner was beginning to think he’d never feel again.

He’d kissed plenty of people. Almost more than he’d like to admit, or that they’d like to admit more accurately.

But when his flickering eyes found your hard stare still and unwavering from his, it felt incredibly natural to lean in and press his lips against your fading frown.

It was slow going, the few centimeters that separated you seemed like miles as he moved slowly, never breaking eye contact until his mouth was finally slotted over yours and you weren’t pushing him away.

There was still a bit of lingering confusion, as this was decidedly not what either of you appeared to be expecting from the prior conversation. That coupled with the fact that Spinner wasn’t entirely sure he remembered your first name made the feeling of your tongue prodding at the seam of his lips all the more startling.

When he gasped, you slid your hands up his chest and licked into his mouth. Tongue tangling between breaths, Spinner felt himself getting lost in the familiar and coveted taste of another mouth, another body, another hand that grasped, that desired, that wanted him.

***

Your knees dug into the cushions on either side of Spinner’s thighs as you bounced in his lap. He fought to keep his eyes open against the pleasure of his cock sinking into you over and over again, so he could watch the way your head was thrown back and your chest heaved with the exertion.

He dug his hands into your hips and let his head hit the back of the couch, feet planted on the floor to help his hips thrust up into you, earning him some of the prettiest, stifled moans he’d ever heard.

Truthfully, he had not expected to fuck you. He figured you might be down to just make out for a bit until the cleaning staff came and booted you from the building, but both your pants had quite quickly and naturally found their way to the floor.

Neither of you spoke much, which he was thankful for. That would have been far too complicated of a conversation, especially considering you really didn’t know each other all that well.

Spinner usually liked to do a bit of ‘getting to know you’ type activities before he hooked up with people, which he did with surprising frequency for somebody so starved for a long term thing. Sex just fucking felt good and it was this eagerness that was his downfall. Most people he’d fucked around with seemed to read the urge to get into their pants as a diminished interest or emotional attraction and Spinner ended up with more friends with benefits than actual friends...or benefits.

Regardless, it was fine by him that the only form of communication passing between you for now were scattered groans of pleasure and the wet slap of your ass against his thighs.

He’d nearly forgotten how fucking amazing pussy felt.

For no particular reason, Spinner had always found himself fooling around with bodies more similar to his own. Not that he had any real preference, though the lack of experience often made him a bit nervous in the whole ‘pleasing your partner’ department, despite many helpful lessons from his roommate.

That was all to say that Spinner was incredibly thankful you reached down to guide his hand that had clumsily begun rubbing circles on your clit. That is until you simply knocked it away and went back to riding his dick like a fucking champ.

Then he did speak.

“Wanna make you cum,” he mumbled and really did sound like he was pouting this time.

You peered down at him, slowing your pace so you sat flush in his lap, grinding his cock deep against your walls. Spinner keened as you clenched around him, pussy so deliciously warm he felt himself near to drowning in the feel of you.

“Mm fuck,” you panted, leaning in to steal a few more messy kisses from him before lifting up and enveloping him in the slick heat all over again. “Don’t worry about it.”

“No,” he nipped at the column or your throat, careful not to leave any lasting marks just in case. “If I’m finishing, you’re fucking finishing.”

You pulled back and stared at him for a moment. He felt you purposefully tightening around him just so he would squirm under your curious gaze. After a moment you smirked and rolled your eyes again, taking his hand and guiding his fingers back to that little nub just above where his thick length was seated inside you.

Spinner was proud of his dick, it was hefty but not so long that it was a hassle to fit—just enough to reach all the important bits. He was sensitive as hell too most of the time, so just about any pressure felt amazing. But the best part of it was watching whoever he was fucking fall apart on his goddamn perfect cock.

So when you whispered, “Like this,” and showed him the rhythm and motion you liked, he pulled himself back from the brink to pay attention, speeding up until that look of cooled control slid right off your face.

“Ahh, yes fuck...” the words tumbled from you freely now. “Shit, yeah just like that—”

Spinner could get fucking drunk off the low groan that left you as he planted his feet more firmly and bucked his hips up. He must have hit something good by the way you choked and moaned boarding on too loud, though he had neither the heart nor self control to stop you.

“Feel good?” he grunted, picking up the pace and force he thrust into you, so that you had to loop your arms around his neck and hold tightly as he speared you on his cock.

“Fuck...yes..” you whimpered into his shoulder which did wonders for his ego.

Spinner kept up his rubbing frantic patterns on your clit and feeling the gradual constriction of your walls around him—the coil growing tight and ready to snap. He nudged your cheek with his until you pulled back a bit to face him.

“I want to see you,” he murmured, sucking your tongue into his mouth for a moment and tearing himself away so he could watch as you came undone around him.

You gave him a strange, soft look and pressed your forehead to his, eyes zoned in on only him.

The rest of the room, the whole fucking basement and campus melted away under that stare.

Your nipples peaked through your shirt, brushing against his as you were jostled into him by the movement of your hips. As you reached your peak, words devolved into increasingly breathy gasps. It took Spinner an incredible amount of concentration not to fucking paint your insides then and there.

Your pussy was so goddamn tight and warm and milking him just right, it was a fucking impressive feat to remain staunchly at the edge of his peak as your mouth fell open and your fingernails scratched at his back when you finally came—the telltale spasms around his cock and the near sobs coming from you more than enough indication.

He lost himself well and truly then.

Lost in the false sense of intimacy that came with being allowed to see you fall apart, this person he barely knew yet made him feel immensely important in that moment. Your breath and spit was in his mouth, the smell and feel of you soaking his length pushed him beyond the realm of conscious thought.

There was only a deep and burning need to be closer to you. So, so much closer.

His hands moved of their own accord, hooking under your thighs and flipping your bodies so your back hit the cushions and he hovered above you. The angle allowed him to slide deeper, pulling out and thrusting his hips in fast, hard strokes that hurtled him towards release.

Spinner couldn’t keep himself quite now either, panting and moaning and gasping unashamedly with his eyes screwed shut as you took his cock so unbelievably well.

It wasn’t until your hands, softer than he’d imagined, cupped his jaw and pulled him down to meet you that he was brought back down from whatever higher plane of existence his impending orgasm whisked him too.

Your lips weren’t nearly as frantic as the rocking of his thighs, the slap of his balls against your ass. The sweetness was an odd but welcome contrast.

“I’m gonna—fucking mm...” he tried so hard to get his tongue to form the words but he could feel himself slipping further as you started clamping around his length again.

“I know,” you breathed against his lips, faces pressed together and unmoving eyes steady on his own. “Ahh, inside if you want.”

He did want.

Oh fuck did he want nothing more in that moment to stay sunk in your warmth and pump you so full, but the last few remaining logical braincells reminded him that was not a great idea. Not without a more in-depth conversation neither of you was in a state to have.

“Shouldn’t...” he groaned and moved to pull out but your ankles locked around his ass and forced him back down.

“It’s okay,” you huffed and rocked into him, squeezing around the sensitive head of his dick just once, just right and that did him in.

It was something in the way you looked at him, so that he could feel nothing but secure—nothing but safe wrapped up in you. Something about the way you pressed him closer, in the movement of your thumb on his cheek.

It scratched some deep seated, lonely itch in Spinner.

Made it feel like this meant a hell of a lot more than it probably did.

In seconds he was blowing his fucking load right into you, milking himself in your heat until he was spent and overstimulated. You were kind enough to pull him to you, turning your bodies so you laid side by side on the coach, his softening cock slipping from you in a gush of release.

For a minute or so, neither of you spoke, just stared, long and comfortable at the stranger you’d just fucked on the gaming club couch.

Well.

Fucked wasn’t really the word he’d use at that point to describe what you’d just done, but anything more than that felt presumptuous.

You broke the silence as he nuzzled into your palm.

“You really needed that didn’t you?”

Spinner couldn’t help the familiar, infectious laugh that rattled in his chest. He liked the smile it earned him, far more genuine than any others you’d worn that night.

“Uh, yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

You hummed, nodding in response. “Mm, me too.”

And somehow, for no real logical reason, Spinner knew you understood. That you felt the same isolation, the same starvation for love, for holding weight in someone else’s world.

That the games were just a placeholder, a way to fill the space, to get lost in other lives, in other stories where he did matter. Where his actions had foreseeable and measurable worth. That’s why it hurt to lose. Not for the glory, but for the destruction of the only remaining diversion from how empty his reality felt.

Even if it wasn’t really.

Even if there were friends and benefits and friends who offered both. His roommate could let him rest his head in their lap on movie nights or sleep in his bed on occasion when the heat went out and he got cold too quickly. But none of that quite filled the hole like you now, holding his face and knowing the struggle without him having to explain it.

Nothing like you pulling him in and kissing him too familiarly for someone he’d only known a day.

Magne used to say something about shit like this. Something like how people bond in train cars when there’s a rat eating a slice of pizza and you all watch it happen. Some weird camaraderie forged in the shared experience of life being a little fucking freaky a lot of the time.

That was how it felt when you slipped your leg between his and brushed your lips together again. Content to lay, half naked in the media building basement, making out with some guy you beat at Smash and fucked right after.

Reveling in the brief but meaningful feeling of mattering in some small, strange way to someone else.

Of holding weight.

Of being held.

[apinchofm]

Do-Over

Requested by @underthewingsofthblackeagle - a really fun and interesting idea.

What if Diana and Matthew accidentally ended up in Oxford when they tried to time walk back to the present?

"Dr Bishop. Professor Clairmont." The doorman of New College looks surprised. And they too are surprised. They were supposed to be in Sept-Tours, not Oxford.

"Uh, Renaissance Fair. Guilty pleasure." Diana stutters out.

"Here are the keys to your room."

"It's September." Diana points out, turning on the tv, "I think I sent us back a lot further than I meant to."

She changes into regular clothes and has never been so happy to see blazers and jeans. Matthew speeds back to his lodgings, knowing he would be in London around now.

"I think we both need a stiff drink," Matthew suggests and Diana nods in agreement.

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They go to a crowded pub that Diana frequented a lot

"I know the wine might not be the quality you're used to, but it's a nice atmosphere and- Sean!" Diana greets happily, seeing her old friend and gives him a big hug. He's sitting at a table near the entrance.

"Hey, I didn't think you were arriving until next week?" Sean

Diana nods, "I decided to come early. You remember Matthew Clairmont."

"Of course, my third favourite academic." Sean asks, "Sorry, but Dr Shephard gives me more notice when she wants a rare book taken out."

Matthew smiles at the good-natured barb, "It's good to see you." When Matthew shakes his hand, he sees the wedding band, and then looks to Diana's left hand, seeing a diamond ring and band of the same make.

"Uh, yeah, we're married." Diana smiles.

"You got married? To Professor Clairmont?" Sean asks, "You need to tell me how this happened."

They sit down and talk a bit. Matthew and Diana actually relax as they have a normal conversation about books and academia, rather than magic and books that could change the world of creatures. Sean is really happy for them, neither seeming the whirlwind romance type

"I need to go home. Early start. But it was really nice to see you and wow, congratulations." He hugs Diana and shakes Matthew's hand before pulling on his coat and leaving.

"We should get going too," Diana says. Now that they've eaten and drank, she has the energy to hopefully get them back to Sept-Tours at the correct time.

"Diana? Sean dropped his keys." Matthew frowns, picking up the set from the ground.

"We could... get the book now," Matthew suggests. Getting the book from the Bodleian would solve

"Remember what my dad said about time-walking? We can't."

Matthew smirks, "That doesn't mean we can't have some fun."

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"I wanted to kiss you here, the first time I sat across from you," Matthew says as they stroll through the Bod. It's nice and quiet as they reminisce.

"I thought you were an ass," Diana replies.

He hikes her up on the desk and kisses her soundly.

"I like this Matthew." Diana jokes. "Do you know how badly I wanted to sleep with you?"

"I thought I was clear. I just didn't want to hurt you." Matthew insists.

"I was very clear about wanting to jump you! Remember dinner?" Diana asks as she unbuttons his shirt, "Instead, I go back in time and marry you."

"Well then." He pushes her so she's lying flat out for him, "I should make up for lost time."

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The next morning, Sean comes into work as usual and thanks to his thinking that he has a spare set of keys.

"Hello?" He hears female giggling and a rush before Matthew and Diana pop their heads up from behind one of the desks.

"Good morning." Sean greets.

"Morning." They say simultaneously and get up. Her hair is a lot messier than it was before and those are the clothes they were wearing last night.

"We, um, found your keys."

"Thanks." Sean smiles and they smile at him. Diana is clearly limping, despite Matthew holding her up.

"Can we pretend this never happened?" Diana asks. She doesn't want to use magic on her dear friend, instead. He holds up his hand.

"Completly fine by me, Di. Congrats, again."

After they leave, Sean laughs to himself, "Newlyweds." Though, only two academics would spend time in the Bodleian as part of their honeymoon.

He walks through the aisle and notices a cufflink. One of Matthew's. He goes out, hoping that he could catch them, but they had disappeared. He sighs and shrugs to himself.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Well hey there, Bex! So, The Driller Killer aka Johnny. We love him. Char and I have a request in mind, so hear us out! Our darling rock-a-billy babe is totally the possessive type and would love to break you until you're on the edge. Ya know, some good old fashioned degradation, orgasm denial, and some delicious cream pie to treat you at the very end. But you know, add a little bit of...spice with some dream manipulation? We had a prompt in mind as well: "say my name over and over again, and once you think you've said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who's making you feel good." Please thank you, you stunning queen! 🙏🏻👑

 TINA! SHE’S ALIVE! 

Tina I fucking missed ya! My God it has been a minute since you have requested something! And teaming up with Lottie for this? Gorg. BLESS YOU BOTH FOR THIS PROMPT! This is quality Triple X Bexxx Speical fuel deadass. So I went off, this is my first time writing for the Driller Killer obvi and the fact I am doing it for the both of you is AMAZING! I love. Also I know we figured out his name is Russ but fuck it I like to think after he died and changed he picked a new name for himself and it’s Johnny. And is it because I have seen other writing of him with the same name and vibed? Yes. Am I sorry? No. The night we all watched this movie was so fun so I hope this hits and you both love it as much as I loved writing it! Let’s get into it, eh?

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.7K. Driller Killer/Johnny X AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Dream Manipulation. Masturbation. Voyurism. Smoking. Mocking. Teasing. Dirty Talk. Degradation. Frusterated Reader. Begging. Manhandling. Orgasm Denial. Edging. Hair Pulling. Public Sex. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnilingus. Vaginal Sex. Doggy Style. Creampie. Cumplay. Implied Violence. 

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Let Them Know. 

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He had picked you personally and was so happy with his choice. I mean how could he not be, fucking look at you, just so his type, then again he had a pretty broad definition of what consituated his type, not like it was just anyone, far from it, but he was just very let’s say, open. He was the type that once he picked someone out he liked to hold tight, some might call it possessive or jealous, hell YOU called it that but he was sure that he could turn those feelings around. You just needed a smidge of convincing from him to open up properly.

He knew that you liked him. I mean of course you did, you had seen him, you had eyes after all, were anything but blind to how attractive he was yet you were reluctant to give in, a bit afraid of what that could mean and what it might entail. He seemed so very intense and you might have just been scared of how you might get consumed, swallowed up with your baser desires, afraid of just how amazing it might feel. 

And even with all of that, it was obvious, I mean he had been in your dreams, could see into your pretty little head and was all too aware of what you wanted, the things you craved late at night, he just needed to show you that he could be the one to satisfy those deep needs of yours. 

He had a perfect way of going about this and the key word to make this happen was ‘need’. He had to make you absolutely filled to the brim with need and then you would finally get over your stupid hangups and do what both he and you wanted to. So he set to work, using those powers of his to start manipulating your dreams and begin the process of truly making you his. He had to hold back just a bit, had to make this go just right, besides he would overwhelm you soon enough. He began to change the overall mood, the tone of your dreams, putting subtle suggestions and you didn’t take much notice, it did affect you but you didn’t think it was him, mostly because he was doing it more behind the scenes, not being overt that it was his doing. 

It got to a point where you began to do something about that, touching yourself in your sleep, hand finding its way between your thighs and trying to relieve the ache he instilled in you, and wasn’t that just the best sight? You sprawled on your back, knees bent and back arching, soft moans passing your lips and fuck he wanted to be the one making you feel like that, he knew if he was the one touching you that you would be much, much louder. You sounded good like this but could sound so much fucking better, and speaking of sounds there was one sound he loved in particular, this one right here. That sweet little sound you made when you got close, the way your breath stuttered and the thighs tensed, the fact that you had such tells made this next part all the easier. He knew just when to force you to stop, just when to make you jerk awake when you were on the edge and leave you terribly unsatisfied. 

He kept this up, on and on, night after night, getting considerably more bold as it went along, and you weren’t able to ignore it, you picked up on the fact it was him days ago but you didn’t want to give in, not yet. Something inside that made you not want to give him that satisfaction the same way he had been denying you yours. 

Tonight was where he was going to escalate it. 

Another night, another dream, and him doing everything possible to work you up into a frenzy. Hey knew that tonight would be the perfect night to do this because of how you were acting now. Unaware you were asleep and dreaming but willing to do this, late and night and poolside, on one of those beach chairs and working yourself over the same way you had been so many other nights. The fact you didn’t know this was a dream and yet you were still willing to be doing this out in the open was so very telling to just how desperate you were. 

He picked the perfect time. 

He waited until he heard that sweet and perfect little sound again, strained and just right, one hand fisted in that towel below you on the chair and the other between your legs, fingers on your clit, he could see how close you were. Then he did something to get your attention, the sound of it pulling you out of your thoughts and making your pace falter, unprepared it made you jump, looking to see him, a few feet away, lighting a cigarette, the click of the lighter was what surprised you; however seeing him was not that surprising. This wasn’t the first time he had invaded your dreams and if this all worked out how he wanted it surely wouldn’t be the last. Lighter was flicked closed and pocketed, a deep inhale before he pulled his hand away, a very self satisfied smirk on his face, looking almost like the cat who ate the canary, he finally decided to greet you with a simple, “Hey baby.”

Well fucking shit.

Acting uninterested would be a challenge now wouldn’t it?

He looked extremely attractive and by this point your hand had pulled away from between your legs, rather reluctantly and your legs closed and he tsk’d at that, “Don’t stop cuz of me.” You weren’t sure how long he was watching, maybe he didn’t see much, maybe you could get away with playing dumb. “Stop what? I wasn’t doing anything.” 

A laugh from him head tilting back, hand came up, another drag of that cig before he started to come closer shaking his head, “Telling lies? So not your style babe.” God the way he approached you, self assured and cocky and so damn confident too. “I’m not lying.” 

You tried to say it convincingly but you didn’t do that good a job if we are being perfectly honest. “Really don’t wanna admit it, hmm?” He was taking his sweet time as he walked around the chair you were in, observing you and it made you want to squirm, you weren’t naked but you weren’t dressed in much, just a swimsuit, you still felt way more exposed than you should with how he was looking at you. He was to your left now, one hand on the back of the chair you were reclined against, leaning over you, he decided to humor you and see where this would go, “So you weren’t doing-” His eyes dragged down and you followed his gaze and he smirked again with a small laugh and his eyes came back up to meet yours as he finished with “-that. So tell me what were you doin’?”

He was so close to you now and that was making this act all the harder to maintain. You started to speak, not even sure where this lie was going but you had to start, had to answer him and speak, “I was-”  He cut you off with the express purpose of mocking you as he parroted back what you said, “I was-” 

Fuck.

Another attempt, “I was just-” “Just?” God was he just going to keep interrupting you? Mocking you as you stumbled over your words and at your trying to explain yourself? Another two starts and stops and you were somehow even more frustrated now then when he first interrupted you with your hand between your legs. 

He was just a tad impatient now, the act was cute and fun but he wanted to move on to other things. 

“You know that I could do it so much better, right?” Then his hand dragged down from holding the top of that chair, backs of his knuckles over your cheek and neck and down further, you did squirm this time but didn’t stop him, “Wouldn’t be able to be quiet, doll.” God you wanted to give in, desperate for it, why were you fighting so hard again? You couldn’t recall, I mean if he was here it meant you were dreaming right? You knew that much at least, so why not do this? His hand was down your side and then paused at your hip to give it a squeeze before continuing, fingers brushed the strings holding the bottom of your bathing suit bottoms together, fingering them for a moment before his hand was on your thigh. “If you really weren’t doin’ anything then why don’t you prove it? Show me that you aren’t fuckin’ soaked.” 

So you did. Legs spreading and his hand was between them, fingers on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, up and up, hand cupping you through your swimsuit and there was no denying it, your ample wetness had totally seeped through and you were officially found out. No way you could deny this. His eyes were looking into yours as he said, “Hmmm feels like you are lying to me.” 

And just like that he was off you. He walked around to the bottom of that chair, looking you over, another inhale of his cigarette and his other hand came up and unzipped his leather jacket, he exhaled “You that needy? That desperate? That big of a whore that you are doing this out here-” A gesture with the hand still holding his smoke “-where anyone can see you?”

He did not wait for a response, not like you were going to be able to give one and he finally dropped to his knees in front of you. God you wanted so much and how he spoke to you was making heat flare within you so badly. His cigarette was put out on concrete and his hands were on your ankles and he pulled you down roughly, surprised yelp leaving you and he pulled until your feet were on the ground and you were close enough for him to do what he wanted. One hand on your hip and the other hand pulling the crotch of your bottoms aside, “Let’s see how big of a liar you actually are.”, as if the feeling wasn’t enough he wanted visual confirmation. A small hum with a furrow of his brows and he finally glanced up to see you staring at him, bottom lip caught in your teeth and that smile of his compelled you to say finally break, “Okay! Okay! So I lied, I’m sorr-” and that was more than good enough for him, both hands on your hips another pull and he was leaning down, eyes still fixed on yours and his mouth was on your inner thigh and your words stopped with a gasp instead.

He, however, didn’t stop. 

Strong hands on your outer thighs and you couldn’t look away, even if it was hard to maintain eye contact and it was flustering and then his mouth was where you really needed it, kisses pressed over your dripping slit and it made your breath catch. He didn’t meander, no reason to when you were this fucking excited, tongue running through your folds, pausing over your clit in the most delicious fashion, focusing on it for a moment before dragging back down. He kept that up, focusing on your clit for longer and longer, his hands were kneading your thighs and you were shifting below him, breathing harder, God his mouth felt so good, so fucking warm. He was right of course, he was much better than your own hands.

It didn’t take long. 

You were moaning for him by this point, shame and inhibitions abandoned and he loved it. That he was able to do this to you, draw this from you, make you act like this all for him. An especially good pass of his tongue made you gasp his name and nothing sounded better, the sweetest music possible to him, one of his hands had wandered, a finger inside of you and this was the perfect way to tell, he knew just when you got too close, you were breathing so erratically, the pleasure rising, feeling fucking amazing and about to tip over and he pulled back, both hands holding your hips down hard and you cursed. “No! Ahhn Johnny! Why?”

He couldn’t hold back his laugh, he leaned forward on one forearm, placing it just so across your hips to hold you down and not let you move, his hand came up and he cleaned the finger that had just been inside of you. The view he provided was truthfully obscene. The way his tongue came out of his mouth and he placed his soaked finger on it before drawing it into his mouth, a delicious sounding muffled groan around it, eyes rolling back just a little bit before pulling it out with a wet pop. His eyes were trained back on you as he was grinning and finally dignified you with a response as he simply said, “Why not?” 

He leaned back, hand back down and this time two fingers entered you and you inhaled sharp before he continued, “You couldn’t be honest with me baby. So why would I let you cum right away?”

And then he lowered his mouth back down and did it all over again. 

And again.

And one more time for good measure.

You were near the point of tears, one of your arms thrown over your eyes, your other hand fisted in the towel below you so hard that your knuckles were white, you’d been shaking for the past ten minutes and hadn’t stopped. 

It was nearly torture having to feel his fingers and mouth work so well together, in perfect tandem to drive you fucking insane with sheer sensation. I mean fuck of course he was good with his hands, hand eye coordination was rediculous due to his musical prowess with that insane guitar of his. I mean the way his fingers scissored inside of you when he sucked on your clit like that made you sob his name and prevented you from doing anything but arch your hips higher into his mouth in the hopes of getting even more stimulation. The level of pleasure he was able to bring was unfair. 

Speaking of, you were getting so fucking close again, you were babbling, just begging, on and on, a litany of “Please-” and moans and his name, over and over, his name. He was having such a good time with this, you were unable to do anything but endure and call out for him, beg him to give you what you were so desperate for. Currently at the center of your universe is his mouth on you and his fingers inside of you and just him, the most important thing at this moment is him. The power trip was amazing, he was getting off on this hard, he was hard as fuck, didn’t think he would be able to hold back himself much longer. He needed you. 

He pulled back one more time, fingers stilled inside of you and you cried out in pure frustration and he admired you for a moment, drinking in your frustration before he spoke up, his tone still playfully mocking, condescending, terribly arousing, “You really want to cum, kitten?”

You never answered a question in your life faster, breathy and with a quick nod, “Yes-yes! Please, I-I’ll do anything-” And that was the best thing he had heard so far. His hands left you only for a moment before grabbing your waist, pulling you down and soon you were re-posed to his liking. On your hands and knees next to the pool, swimsuit pulled off and thrown somewhere away from you, what was going to happen next was obvious and you were still begging softly, even as you heard his belt and zipper, still begging “Please Johnny, need it, fuck me-” 

He was so happy he took his time with you. His hands were on your hips and he pulled you back as he pushed forward and just like that he was inside of you for the very first time and you gasped and he groaned your name. He didn’t stay still for long, it was impossible, you felt like the closest thing he would ever get to heaven and he had every intention of enjoying it. 

Your hands were gripping the edge of the pool, bracing yourself, happy to have something to hold onto as he did had you. God the feeling of it, of being filled after weeks of being worked up and especially after all of the edging tonight, every small move felt incredible, the way his hands gripped you, fingers digging into your hips and the way he slammed into you, the sound of skin on skin and your own heavy breathing and the shared moans between you and him, it was all just so much to handle. 

He was about to make it worse. 

His chest met your back, he was so deep inside of you and you felt so fucking full. He was covering your body, a hard grind of him inside you and you whimpered, you wanted him to keep fucking you, needed it, he spoke right into your ear, “Hey baby.” You bit your bottom lip and nodded with a small questioning hum and he continued, “Want me to keep going?” “Ye-yes, please.” 

He pulled out barely an inch before fucking back into you, hard and you moaned softly and he shhh’d you before saying, “I’m gonna need something from you then-” 

And just like before you breathed your response, “Anything.”

He couldn’t stop the smile that broke out, he kissed your shoulders and back hands running up and down your sides before he was standing back on his knees, hands on your hips and he pulled out halfway before driving forward again, he waited for your moan to break off before he told you, "Say my name over and over again. And once you think you've said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who's making you feel good."

Was that all he wanted?

Fucking hell you could do that, it was your dream, who gave a shit, you could do just about anything and get away with it. The pace was set, steady, hard, he was hitting that sweet spot inside just fucking right and you did what was asked, panting and moaning out his name over and over as he fucked you. It felt amazing. The build up didn’t take long, when you were getting close your arms were so weak, starting to give out, you allowed yourself to lower, face down and ass up and he loved the view, how vulnerable you looked, and that gave him an idea. 

He reached out, hand threaded in your hair and he tugged hard, “Look at yourself babe. Want you to see what I’m doin’ to you.”

So you listened, shame forgotten as you looked at yourself in the reflection of the pool water. Fingers still gripping the edge as you take in the sight of yourself, eyes half lidded and mouth open and panting and still unable to stop saying his name, was this how he saw you? You liked it. You looked fucking good, very hot.  Another hard pull of your hair stopped any thoughts as well as his hips crashing into your ass, hitting it just so fucking right, you were close, you wanted to beg for it but didn’t want to disobey him, he just wanted to hear his own name falling from your lips and you didn’t want to do anything that might break the spell. 

Your volume has been steadily increasing as was the pleasure inside of you. And then he heard it, that same sound, that way your breathing hitched and how you tensed and he knew you were about to cum and he wanted to feel it so badly, wanted to see how good you cumming on his cock would be, he wouldn’t stop for anything, not now that he had you like this. You felt blessed that he didn’t stop this time. You finally tipped over the edge and came, clenching around him, thighs so tense and fingers digging into the tiled edge of the pool so hard that it ached. You did just as he wanted, you fucking screamed his name when you came and he couldn’t wait a second longer, you felt better than he ever could have hoped. Your orgasm barely ending when he came in you, holding inside to the hilt, the feeling of his cum filling you increased your pleasure, the aftershocks of your orgasm were fantastic and made you tremble, still gasping for breath and still his name on your tongue, strangled and soft and nearly incoherent. 

You felt like a mess, boneless and so damn good, relaxed and satiated. After sitting inside of you for a moment he finally pulled out with a groan of your name. Sitting back on his heels, hands on your ass and admiring the view, watching as his cum slowly started to spill out, one of his hands slipped down and he used his thumb to push the spilled mess back into you and you moaned, pushing back into his touch, you felt insanely sensitive at the moment but still didn’t want to shy away from this, from him, you wanted to keep his cum inside. 

“Mmmf Johnny-” A quiet laugh from him, “Still saying my name. I love it. No way they don’t know now.”

And then something else happened that pulled you from your relaxed post fuck stupor. The sliding glass door opened and you looked across the pool to see some of your friends. “Looks like we got company.”  You were confused for a moment, you didn't hear him zip his pants back up or fix his belt but you did feel him get up and you did hear the same sound as before, the snap of that lighter. A much louder sound followed, that drill starting up and he was sauntering past you, around the edge of the pool with that oh so confident swagger, brandishing the crazy half-musical-instrument-half-weapon as he approached your friend group. 

"Lemme take care of them, sugar, I'll be right back."

And that is when the realization hit you.

You weren't dreaming.