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jusvibbbin · 3 years

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One Locker Down

Kenickie Murdoch x Reader

//Grease popped up in my playlist yesterday and my childhood crush reignited itself

Senior year was going okay. Your grades were stellar, your standing in debate club was unchallenged and your personal best was improving every time you swam. But you were missing one pivotal thing to be considered the ‘complete senior.’ A relationship. You became embarrassed simply at the thought. You were cute and nice, just a bit awkward. Your social skills couldn’t hold a candle to those of Patty Simcox or the Pink Ladies. You usually preferred to keep to yourself but as senior year drew closer, you longed for more than what you had. On the first day of school you considered your options as you walked.

Are there even any options? Can you think of one person outside of your activities that even knows your name?

You were a bit discouraged walking into school as you found your way towards your locker. With your mind lost in thought, you had no time to react before bumping into none other than Kenickie Murdoch. He turned towards you directly, mouth open to begin sending a barrage of insults your way before he saw you. His mouth hung open a moment and then shut quickly. You stood there like a deer in the headlights, still waiting for the attack that was never to come. Kenickie bent down and picked up your books as you brought yourself out of your state of shock.

“I am so sorry!” You said bending down to help him, only to bonk heads with him instead. Kenickie rubbed his head and pulled off his sunglasses.

“Jesus, babe! Are you trying to send me to the hospital?”

You felt yourself blushing at what he called you and you quickly shook your head ‘no.’ Kenickie handed you your books and you went around to the locker right next to his.

“What’s your name?” Kenickie asked suddenly.

You stuttered out your name and he grinned at you.

“I like it,” he said smoothly. He looked like he had more to say until someone down the hall shouted for him. He gave you a wink and strolled down the hallway. You felt your heart beat wildly in your chest until you realized what had happened.

Ohhhh no. Not him. Not Kenickie. He’s a playboy, a greaser, not to mention he’s trouble incarnate.

But it was too late. You had it bad.

You didn’t see Kenickie until a week later. You were at your locker packing up for the day and when you closed the door, he was leaning against his locker. You stifled a scream and put a hand to your chest. Kenickie smirked at you.

“What’s the matter? Did I scare you?” he asked, pushing himself off the wall to face you.

“Just surprised me is all,” you tried to answer confidently, but it came out very unsure. Kenickie backed you into your locker and put his left hand next to your head, blocking you in on one side. You bit your bottom lip and stared up at him.

“How is it that I never noticed you before?” Kenickie eyed you up and down. “You’re hot stuff.” You thought you might die right then and there.

Kenickie thinks I’m hot? Is he feeling alright?

“Thank you,” you said shyly, keenly aware of how close he was to you and only wanting him to get closer.

Suddenly Kenickie moved away from the lockers and started walking away, calling back to you, “See you around gorgeous!”

You resisted the urge to dance your soul right out of your body and you headed the opposite way.

Kenickie’s POV:

“Kenickie who is that?” Sonny gestured to (Y/N) standing at their locker.

“Yeah, we’ve seen you talkin’ to em a whole bunch lately,” Putzie added.

Kenickie rolled his eyes and looked at the other T-Birds.

“What are you knuckleheads doing spying on me, huh?” He started to comb his hair, slick with grease, back.

“We just wanted to know what the plan was, boss,” Doody piped up. Kenickie looked at him confused.

“Plan?”

“With the nerd! We were thinking you could leave em a note inviting them on a date, tell em to wear something real flashy, and then they show up and you ain’t there!” Doody exclaimed. At this, the T-Birds erupted into laughter, hooting and howling like animals. Kenickie shut them up with a quick smack to the back of their heads.

“Enough clownin’,” he said, putting an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

“Come on Nickie, it’ll be funny!” Sonny begged.

Kenickie thought about it for a moment or two before saying, “Gimme some paper.”

Your POV:

You stood at your locker, feeling flustered. You had found a note from Kenickie. You read it over again just to be sure. It said:

“Dollface, you’re lookin’ extra good today. I was thinking maybe you and me could meet up tonight. Wear something to show off your assets. See you at Frosty Palace, seven o’clock. -KM”

You didn’t know what to think. Sure Kenickie had been nice to you lately, but the T-Birds were known for pulling stunts to hurt people’s feelings. You thought about what you wanted to do the rest of the school day, through swim practice and on your walk home from school.

Kenickie is probably just doing it to be mean. But he did say all those nice things to me… Then again it might’ve been a trick to ensure I’d come. But why go through all the effort just to stand me up? To make me look silly?

You walked into your house, waving to your mother as you went upstairs. You laid on your bed and yelled frustrated, into your pillow. You stayed there for a few moments before you heard your door creak open. You sat up as you mother walked in and sat on your bed.

“What’s going on?” Your mother asked, running her hand through your hair.

“I like this boy, and he asked me out tonight but I don’t know if he’s just going to ditch me,” you sighed. Your mother looked thoughtfully for a moment as you waited patiently for her sage wisdom.

“I think you should go. What does it matter if he stands you up? Go because you want to. If he’s there, great and if not, you can find someone else to spend time with. You are a beautiful, smart and kind person. You can get anyone you want so show that boy that you don’t need him, but you’re willing to give him a chance.”

You smiled and nodded at your mother and she helped you pick out a cute, but fairly modest, outfit for tonight. Then she helped you do your hair and by the time you were done, you looked great.

Kenickie, I hope you’re gonna be there. Cause I am gonna knock your socks off.

At six fifty your mother dropped you off just down the street from the Frosty Palace. You thanked her for everything and started walking. You hoped against hope that this wasn’t a trick. Your mother’s words had touched you, but you knew what you wanted, and you wanted him.

As you approached Frosty’s you scanned the parking lot, but saw no sign of him and your heart dropped into your stomach. You crossed the street and looked inside, but you still didn’t see him. You rounded the corner, intent on sitting on the bench so no one could see your tears, and there he was. Kenickie freaking Murdoch. He was leaning against the building, smoking a cigarette and as you walked up, he looked over at you.

“Whoa, look at you,” Kenickie smiled at you. “You look… amazing.”

You grinned at him and grabbed his hand, pulling him inside before he could even finish his cigarette. After a night of drinking milkshakes, eating burgers and playing songs on the jukebox, Kenickie drove you home. Once you got to your house, Kenickie parked and turned off the car.

“I had a lot of fun Nickie,” you said sweetly.

“Yeah, me too,” he said scooting closer towards you.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. As you started to lean away, Kenickie caught your chin with his hand and kissed you hard on the lips. You kissed him back with intensity and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands grabbed your waist, sliding them under your shirt and rubbing small circles into your skin. You squeaked in surprise and Kenickie took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You were enjoying the moment so much you could barely tear yourself away from him when he tried to lay you down.

“Kenickie,” you mumbled as he kissed your neck.

“Mhm?”

“I don’t think I’m ready for that yet,” you said gently as you pushed yourself back a bit. Kenickie begrudgingly pulled away, giving you one last kiss.

“Whenever you’re ready babe, I’ll be here,” he said, winking at you. You giggled and hugged him. He held you close, his hand running through a section of your hair.

“See you next Friday?” You asked.

“You know it,” Kenickie smirked as you got out of the car. You waved goodbye to him and watched him speed down the road.

Oh yeah. I got it bad.

Part Two

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 3 years

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hello! ♥️ could i request the demon bros reacting to an mc that likes to do topless at the beach? like it’s her usual go-to and she doesn’t even think about it when she removes her bikini bra (also if you happen to get an idea for any of the “undateables” that would be very cool, but since i’ve read you don’t write for them, i’m obviously not requesting it hehe (and obvi not luke!!!)) i love your hcs!! 🥰

Brothers Reactions To F!MC Who Likes To Go Topless At The Beach (SLIGHT NSFW)

Lucifer

When you started untying the back of your bikini top he was slightly suspicious, but then just thought that you didn’t want any tan lines. People don’t like tan lines, apparently they’re unappealing or whatever. He didn’t really mind it, but then the whole top came off and he almost choked on his own spit, quickly walking over to you (because he didn’t want to make a scene, it would just draw more attention to your uncovered breasts) and wrapping a towel around your body. No one gets to look at you but him.

“Darling, it would be wise of you not to do such things unless… you’d like to go somewhere more private?”

Mammon

He had already ran into the water, leaving you behind at the towel, so he was none the wiser when you had taken off your top. Of course, when he heard the hollering and the cat calling from the men on the beach he immediately turned his head. Not because he thought it was for you, but you know, it was a just in case thing. He’d have to show those men whose you were if they were calling for you. He wasn’t expecting to see you running towards the shore topless, and his eyes almost fell out of his head as he watched you. It took him a second to actually start moving, but once he did, he was screaming. He definitely caused a scene and everyone was looking now, but he wasn’t even worried about that. He was pressed up against your back, his hands placed firmly on your breasts to create a sort of shield. Flustered doesn’t even begin to describe how he’s feeling as he walks you back to the umbrella.

“Ya can’t just go flashin’ yerself all over the beach, babe! All those guys are lookin’ at ya!”

Leviathan

Already in the ocean 2.0. He knew you’d be coming in after him, and he promised to show you all the marine life when you got in. His assumption was just that you were applying sunscreen, which he was totally okay with, the sun was dangerous and you needed to be protected from its harmful rays. He was still under the water when he saw your feet step in, slowly moving closer to where he was. It would be fun to pop up and scare you, and that’s exactly what he decided to do, swimming closer and closer until he got to your feet, popping up and immediately screeching. Your breasts… they were in his face, straight on, he was making eye contact with your nipples and he wanted to die. Not because they were bad or anything but… boobs. He’ll quickly pull you under the water when he realizes everyone is looking at the two of you because of his screeching, his mind focusing on literally anything but the boner that’s slowly growing in his swim trunks.

“I-I how… what are we… how did you… Where is your top at, Y/N?!”

Asmodeus

Pfft, you think he’s bothered? You think he’s fazed? Absolutely not. He will help you take your top off. If anyone looks? Let them. He knows you’re beautiful, of course you are, everything about you is beautiful. He loves the way your bare chest looks in the sun, and obviously he’s staring, but it's out of love, he just adores you so much. Also, he’ll definitely try to drop his own shorts because he doesn’t want tan lines either, although Lucifer will stop him. It’s one thing for you to have your breasts showing, no one's gonna complain about that. It’s a whole different thing to have Asmo’s pasty cheeks reflecting the sun back at people. Still, he doesn’t mind it, he’ll even help rub the sunscreen on you, all over you, in the most sensual way possible.

“Oh Y/N, you look absolutely breathtaking. Your tan is going to be flawless!”

Satan

Oh hell no! See, he didn’t want you to wear a bikini in the first place. Not because you didn’t look good in one, quite the opposite actually. He knew you looked good in a bikini, and he was already worried that people were going to look at you. He would have much rather you wore a wetsuit, he didn’t want people to look at any part of your body, but you wanted to wear the two piece and as much as he wanted to say no, he just couldn’t say no to you. Now, here he was, his face in a book as he sat under the umbrella while you slowly undid the ties on your top. It took him a while to notice, but once he glanced over the top of his novel and saw your bare back, he let out a low growl, dropping his book to the side to move next to you in the sand, his hand slowly sliding up your back.

“Now, now, kitten. You’d better put that top back on, or I’ll have to show everyone on this beach who’s you are.”

Beelzebub

There was an ice cream stand on the beach, how awesome is that?! He, obviously, went to go get some ice cream for you and himself, not really expecting to see what he saw when he walked back over. You had just untied the back, your breasts being revealed to not only him, but the multitude of other men who were in eyeshot. Almost… ALMOST dropped his ice cream as he sprinted over to you, quickly shielding you with his entire body so no one could see you. If he wasn’t so worried about another man seeing what was his, he definitely would have gotten hard. He’ll definitely glare at anyone who even looks like they’re looking when they walk past, even after you get your top back on.

“Only I get to see those… okay? I don’t want anyone else to see you like that, Y/N.”

Belphegor

The beach was just another place to take a nap, let’s be fair. The sun on his back and the cool ocean breeze put him to sleep almost immediately. He didn’t need to be awake to sense your movements. The two of you were connected much deeper than that, plus, your movements would block the sun and turn the insides of his eyelids slightly darker depending on which way you moved. He heard the first catcall and shook his head, human men were disgusting sometimes. Then he heard more and he opened one eye, about to tell the men to shut up, until he noticed they were calling you. He was pissed at the men, but irritated with you for showing yourself off like that. He quickly pulled you to him, getting on top of you and laying against your chest.

“There are only two places where you being topless is acceptable and that’s in the shower and when you’re beneath me. Remember that, Y/N.”

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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KISMETS (Part 2)

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and bunch of affection.

Fluff! Smut! Smut!

Frenemies to lovers, dad!Harry, Bestfriend!Harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART ONE PART 3

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth.

Y/N's carrying Harry's babies and is trying not be angry at him for pulling her into all of this with him.

Red's everywhere. It makes her pout. Everyone have someone to celebrate the day but she's the only one giving careless ears to Niall who's sitting opposite from her in the crispy lilac heart booth, "Mean ye' fought again with him?" He stirs the mango bobas in his drink wiggling his brows at her to fill him with some tea. She gasps full of drama and surprises, "What d'ya mean 'again? D'ya think 'm this crackhead that rips people in two for no-reason?" She whispers the last part when a waitress passed by them.

"No. Pet what 'm sayin' is --- you're too, feisty with Harry." He chuckles leaning to meet her betrayed gaze, "Did he bribe you with new golf stick? You've switched sides." She juts her bottom lip wet from pink marmalade drink and startles in her spot when Niall cackled ever so loud at her silliness.

"I just tol' him to go through Chessie marathon somewhere else than my home." Harry was at her flat as always. She was making red velvet strawberry flavoured muffins for the moment ( promised not to give it to Harry — "even if he'll beg") and then she fulfilled her promise when she saw him going through his pictures together with Chessie. The jealous little Y/N jumped out from her polite skin and she just tinsy bit mocked him, "I'd never look back at the person who'd have left me and my children. . ." That broke a mighty bit argument between the two idiots. How they're gonna take care of two babies when they themselves need a person to put them away from eachother?

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth. Sighing he grabs Y/N's hand knocking some sense into mama bear gently and making her nod with the each advice, "'s valentine's day 'course he misses her. His wounds are fresh they need ointment babe -- You've always been so good with him, what's the matter now?"

She circles her fingers round eachother. Sucking her lip harshly and not meeting Niall's intense stare, "Turns me mad that 'cos of one person we're here now." She mumbles caressing the belly button protruding from the flimsy fabric of her oversized hoodie.

"It's the fate, pet. Always tol' me how much you liked kids." She shakes her head in denial. "Not in this situation where 'm lost and doesn't know how it'll work out — " He cuts her off with concern.

"Talked to Harry bout it?" When she again denies he asks, "What you're gonna do about it then?"

"Dunno. Share?" She's new to all of this. What did she actually mean was that they could do it like how divorce parents do it, maybe? Doesn't know how Harry wants to handle the situation just leading a blind eye with him. Hasn't even considered getting ready for the life that'll come along with them.

"They're babies not a packet of crisps, Y/N!." He burst into giggles and she huffs slumping against the foggy window, "Pain in arse you're." She scoffs that pout still intact the whole time while Niall keeps on giggling finding it too funny.

. . .

Walking from the elevator to her flat's door seems like hiking a mountain for her and cherry ontop that the stares she gets from her neighbours is full of judgments. It makes her want to hide underneath her blankets and never pop her head out. Her brows coming together in wonder at the sight of small wood basket at her doorsteps.

"Oh my god don't tell me someone left a baby at my doorsteps, Hello!!!??" She spins here and there but finds no-one but empty hallways when a feeble sound coming from inside it almost made her tumble on her bum. The last thing she wants is not another baby. With a grunty noise she ducks down to lift the basket supporting it at her belly and unlocking the door while trying to squint inside it.

When she throws the lid away a fuzzy little grey creature with big mossy eyes was pawing in air needy for attention, a red choker with heart in centre around her lil neck. It almost brought her to tears. Blame her being extremely emotional these days.

"Awww. Hi!" She fawns picking it up from armpits inspecting the miracle kitten that's here outta no where. A crumpled note laying in the basket with a bunch of colourful disoriented flowers.

"'M sorry fo' throwin' a tantrum and leavin' all fussy. This's oreo. I want her to grow along my kids! Also forgive mee plssssss?"

She giggles throwing her head back snuggling oreo against her throat as she meowed adorably sweet, "Daddy's such a daft ehh?" She says in between breaths petting the new addition to her loved ones.

The first thing she does is call him and he picks on the very ring as if anticipating for it, "Come back home you fool." His smile was infectious as he taps his feet in his car a lil over joyed at the thought.

"So generous." Running upstairs as he used to in oast with anticipation to spill the tea of his day to her in any hour of the day. The door was already open, them standing at the either boundary line of flat. His first priority's always to shower his babies in evermost affection. Falls to his knees smushing his face to her belly quenching outta a ribs aching laugh from her as he caress his cheeks against the soft side of her womb murmuring things that's a secret between him and his babies.

"Hey Angels!" He greets them patching a loving tight kiss atop her belly button that tickles her softly, stands up and meets her teary gaze from laughing with much serenity it knocks breath from her, "Hi mama angel." His whisper fuses against her skin while kissing her cheek.

"Hi. ." She inhales in his woodish vanilla scent. Preventing from melting into his arms she pulls him back from shoulders grinning at him, "Let's ruin valentines watchin' Anne Hathaway's romcom." He tuts instead leading her with him to the sofa.

"Can't be better than that –— let me pop in some popcorns real quick."

. . .

The yellow carpeted floor's littered with candy wrappers, packets of half folded crisps, peach sodas and an empty bowl of popcorns. Oreo snoozing in her basket. They're on their fourth romcom. Her legs in his lap. His's on coffee table. He chuckles everytime she takes almost three minutes to be in a comfortable position, ushering her to sit up so he could put cushions under her.

"Are you craving nama chocolates?" She eyes him nipping at her blanket trying to snuggle closer to him. He runs his thumb at her shoulder blade in soothing circles peering down at her, "'m not pregnant. ye're moppet. havin' a sweet tooth?" When she nods sheepishly he shakes his head quickly hoping on his feet.

"Don't be shy --- dunno where ye' got this giddiness from, 'm your bestie. Gotta tell me yeah? Lemme grab me jacket." He grabs her from wrists helping her up and goes to her wardrobe to get her fist gloves, beanie and warm slippers.

When hears her huffing and puffing grunty-ly his head perks up with brows furrowed, "What's it babe?" He pads towards her and when she turns for him to have a look the zip of her jacket bursts open all the way to end revealing her bump.

She pouts sadly, "Nothin' fits me anymore." He just smiles adorning the same puppy look in his eyes as her's to light up the tension.

"I'll buy ye' new. Those cute maternity clothes, ehh?" Shimmies down the clothing from her shoulders, "oi you don't have to!" She retorts and he bobs his head taking his own puffer jacket off to wrap it round her small body.

"Yes I do." He mumbles zipping her all the way up warm and squishy in his jacket three sizes larger than her. Pulls her hair out and cups the nape of her neck with his calloused soft palm bringing her closer to feather a delicate kiss to her temple, ". . .deserves more than just clothes — deserves the world always gonna be thankful to ye, pet." She gulps the cobweb of silence down her throat fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"What you'll wear? 'S cold." He gives her an elfin grin flaring a baby pink knitted cardigan he sneaked from her wardrobe, "Harry!" She squeals with a giggle, "You're gonna look like grann Matlinda."

"Ehm. 'etter not forget to send her a picture when 'm matchin' with her." He quips snapping his fingers.

. . .

They walk over the glittery layer of slushie snow and Harry walks infront of her two steps at a time capturing pictures of her as she prowls carefully trying to move the hood away from blocking her vision, "Ye'r walkin' like a penguin -- cutie!" He giggles with each echo of flash.

"Look who's saying an otter himself!" She mimics him and he blushes under the mellowness of street lamp. They're champs at pulling eachother's legs.

"It's soooooo slippery." She complains wiggling her fingers from under the sleeve, "Grab me hand 'n don't leave it kay?" He smiles like advising a three year old who's afraid of crowds in a market. His grip warm and safe for her.

. . .

"Aish. gimme gimme!" She gets all jumpy on her toes when Harry comes out of the shop with a box of chocolates and two sticks. "'Ey greedy pup." He chuckles booping her button nose opening the silky lid of box revealing the velvety delcious chocolates. He picks the stick up taking a piece of chocolate with it and hovering it over her little mouth. Scrunching his nose at how adorable she gets the moment she chews it.

"Hmm. 'S so soft!" She gulps wetting her cold lip getting all butterfly feeling when she catches him gazing down at her as if she hung the moon and saturns. Raises her brow for an inquiry if he's okay tugging him closer with a gentle clutch to his cardigan.

Their surroundings turning into ice crystals of blur carelessness, the noises of glimmering lights into lulls of whisper and their bodies cocooning into snuggly blanket when Harry's fingertips fluttered tenderly against her cheeks glueing her at the spot. Leans in to press his lips softly to her plush sweet ones in a heartwarming caring kiss that flooded her veins with warmth and made her brain mushy unable to think.

"Yours are softer lil penguin." He murmurs stroking the corner of her mouth and smirks when she squeaks a thank you in return.

"Such a cutie." He cooes squishing her blushed cheeks and kissing each of them with loud wet noise till she pushed him away wiping his wetness with a pout. "'M highly offended pet ya never used to wipe me kisses away."

She shuts him up by stuffing a chocolate in his mouth. Walking back home with his arms wrapped around her protectively as he comes up with silly jokes whole way.

. . .

Everything reminds her of him. That fuzz of kitten. The empty box of chocolate. Couldn't even focus on the work she's doing on her laptop. It's just that gooey feeling never left ---- now it has gotten stronger with it's mushk when Harry kissed her under that beautiful sky of wintery lilacs. If he's playing with her feelings he better not cause she'll break him in two in that case.

He was out shopping clothes for her when she texted him if he'll like to eat roasted chicken she made for lunch. The mere thought of him caring for her brings her to tears because before him nobody was there except only him that knew her from the depths of her heart.

"You look pretty. . ." She finds typing hard while laughing this loud as Harry sent her mirror pictures of him trying the maternity clothes himself that he's supposed to buy for her, "Thought a visual representation will be good idea ;)" He shrugs typing back with a grin standing bottom naked in the changing room getting a rolling eye emoji in return.

She yawns putting her phone aside when Harry got busy into his hunt for nice warm clothes for her. Something wasn't fine today. She's been changing sides for an hour now and she couldn't sleep. Her shoulders twitching with each blink of eye and when she finally slips into a light conscious sleep a bone rattling pain shoots through her whole damn body. She jolts from the state of haze and tries to sit up when another zap of pain makes her feel limbless. A feeble grunt of helping cry fizzes out of her when she feels a cramp at the bottom of her spine.

In her panicked state she fumbles for her phone dialing the first emergency number doesn't give him a chance to speak before she's yelling into receiver out of anxiousness, "Harry somethin' not right! — 'm m havin' these contractions —--" He's been out dining with Niall and shoots from his seat the minute her worried voice reached his ear.

"It's okay, lovie. yeah? 'M comin' take deep breaths how we practiced —-- I'll be there in a mo'." He assures her in his softest most pacific rasp but she shakes her head vigorously tears brimming in her sleepy eyes. Oreo tries to comfort her by sitting in her lap and rubbing her crown against her tummy.

"They aren't supposed to come this early . . . fo' fucks sake haven't even started my third trimester!" Harry doesn't know what to do except of consoling her and fidgeting around as Niall drives the car with same expressions of anxiousness and panic as Harry.

"Oh . . It's gone." She frowns in confusion able to sit now and it takes a little of burden away from Harry. He listens to the rustling going on her side jumping on his bum almost screaming into phone, "Stay where you're don' move!"

"Oh my god. They're back I'm not ready for this . . I'm not ready for this Harry." She cries and Harry even leaves Niall behind squeezing into the elevator fingers crossed at his back.

"'M here. Call our midwife can ye' do that fo' me, puppy?" She sniffs nodding to herself. Calling their assisted midwife with shaky fingers and tries to breath looking up at the ceiling.

In the meantime Harry's barging through the door pacing towards her in hurries steps. His face pale that if he has seen a ghost. She tries to saturate the distance between them knowing at this moment how much she wants him in her life.

He sits her back carefully crouches down and wipes her tears away, "'m so scared . ." She whispers squeezing his biceps and her phone's still ringing atop the sheets, "Don't be baby. Ye' have me — 'm not leavin' yer side."

He massages the dimples of her spine and runs warm hands at her sides to calm her down when their midwife picks up their call, "Hi. Is everything okay?"

"No Y/N's havin' these light contractions 'n 's not even the time of her labour." There's a pause from her side and Y/N bolts a worried glance at Harry in return he cradles her cheek to assure her.

"Oh . . that's nothin' to worry bout Mr. Styles. Those're some mild braxton hicks she might have mistaken with labour contractions." They both takes a sigh of relief but the little tick of pain keeps on coming and subsiding.

"They start at the beginning of third trimester, Y/N are you still getting 'em?" She asks her and Y/N clears her throat tugging the sheet beside her.

"Yes but less painful. Is that okay though?"

"Completely okay. Harry rest her against the headboard and push her knees upto her chest they'll be gone in a snap." He nods at her instructions helping Y/N lean against the headboard of bed gently and scooting between her thighs to do as she told.

"Better?" He whispers glancing up at her while wrapping his hands around her bended calves and pushing it slowly against her front, the move relaxing her pelvic muscles. Her head lulls at her shoulders from the effect and she hums from throat making Harry choke on his own spit.

He dares not to drift his gaze from her rigid features which are loosing it's tightness seconds after. Their breaths erratic from the humidity of sexual tension in the room when Y/N gets back to normal diverting her all attention to Harry who has his head tucked between her fleshy thighs. A blush creeping at her flushed cheeks and Harry gives her a flustered chuckle kissing the top of her knee to answer back Miss. Dori who's been asking how's Y/N.

"Stay hydrated and don't forget to take your vitamins." Saying this she ends the call. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief spreading her legs back and Harry squeezes her ankles, "When was the last time you had a glass water?"

"Two hours ago." He rolls his eyes. "Supposed to be drinkin' every hour . . dehydration's s' unhealthy fo' you pet." He leaves the bed meandering through her wardrobe taking out a bag with Oreo in his armpit.

"What're you doing?" She gasps with wide eyes looking back at Niall who's still standing at the doorframe. God. It's so embarrassing he had to watch all of that. Now, he'll never not stop teasing her about it.

"Packin' 'cos ye're stayin' with me. No protests." Like she was going to. She loves to stay at his house. His guest room's mattress is such a royalty to sleep at.

. . .

When he tucks her under the layers of blanket she decides it's still not warm enough and grabs at his wrist when he was about to leave, "Can we cuddle please?" His lips quirks up with happiness and he crawls to the empty side of bed still letting her hold onto him. Slipping beside her to canoodle her cosily against his front nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck with "mhmpm." sounds of exhaustion.

"Anytime." Her eyelids slip shutting from the comfort he brings along with him, "ye' okay now?" His lips leaves it's sparkle at her skin as he mumbles spooning her from behind and spreads his palm wide atop her belly protectively. She nods cuddling into his bicep kissing the inside of his elbow and slips into darkness just with the song of his breath.

"Good night Angel."

. . .

She wakes up to the ruckus going outside and gurgling stomach from hunger. Pinches the blanket around her head and waddles outside yawning her way. Harry making brekkie in the kitchen, a grinder running, and waffles sizzling as he himself is moving around like Remy the Rat in ratatouille. His muscles stretching out with each haste motion and it made her tummy stir. She's been trying not be horny but it proves to be the hardest task when he's always around being that charming and alluring.

"Pet!" He grins spinning with a VR camera in his hand that makes her giggle, "What you're doing?" She giggles trying to hike up the stool.

"Recording the days with our babies until it's labour." Immediately he's at her side helping her sit up putting the camera at the counter and Y/N waves at it adorably voice low and sleepy, "Hi babies it's me your mommy." It catches Harry off guard. His heart shaped mouth baubles into awed expression as he blinks the shock away from his vision looking down at her.

"What happened?" She asks him in concern but he shakes his head pecking her hair and handing her the camera to go back to prepare brekkie — moreso to recover from the happy surprise of her acceptance or he might scream into these four walls.

He's got a heart of gold. Pure from the selfish intentions and full of love. He thinks he's an utter dimwit for neglecting his feelings for his own fucking bestfriend and finding love into places that were never meant for him. Now, he can't think of someone else as the mother of his children except her.

He smiles wet-ly to himself. Waterline stinging from the sweet epiphany that they're really gonna be parents. Together. That she's his person. Who never left his side. Fulfilled his dream of becoming of a dad when his own girlfriend backed out cowardly. What did he do to get her written in his fate?

"Would we get to eat in this hour of day Chef?" She quips elbow perched on the counter and chin resting in her palm. We. It makes his insides melt into squish of adoration and love for her, "Sorry! I know ye're hungry." He pouts apologetically putting the plates and a glass of smoothie infront of her tucking a napkin into her crew neck.

"I don't need that, pet!!" She laughs squeezing his thigh to refrain from falling -- for the fact she's the most clumsy person Harry knows, "look cute 's just all." He giggles back pulling his bottom lip that she has done a great job of flustering him this early in the morning — gonna be like that the whole darn day with the her words swimming in his mind hi babies it's me your mommy ——

"Hmm. It's so yummy!" She gives him a thumbs up leaning down to sponge a kiss to his cheek and his dimple milks against her lips from the shyness. He scrunches his nose as a cover up from blushieness else he might burst into lil confetti, "yeah?" His irirses twinkles impishly as he gave her an eskimo kiss.

They're so domestically in love. It's cute. Does thingies without knowing they've rocketed past the intense levels of intimacy.

When she whines at the end refusing to drink the green smoothie it's where he went all stern and daddy-ish with her. Pulling her into his lap, holding her wrists with his nimble finger and placing the rim of the glass at her lips encouraging her to drink, "I might puke." She tells him in a warning.

"Okay after drinking this." He declares not caring if she wrenches at him quiping with a pinch of brows petting her back.

"You're sucha meanie bro!" Bestfriend shit. More like lovers shit.

. . .

Blank staring is useless as fuck and mind tiring even if it's done sitting in the comfiest corner of sofa to get a watch of some piece of furniture, toys and clothes that litreally just belongs to little humans that are resting in her womb. There's this nice lady that Harry gave away all of this things to because she's having her third child and couldn't be able to afford this stuff for her baby, at the moment she's here to shift it.

"You don't have to --- I don't care. It's just some stuff you guys bought together." She had told him before he sat on the decision and once he makes up his mind nobody can make him act otherwise.

"Nope. Bought things fo' me babies by the choice of a person who wasn't even their mother in the first place, never deserved to be —-- would never be. We'll do everything from scratch . . ." His words held venom and hatred for her unlike the usual sadness and betrayal they carried weeks ago as he wrapped his forearm around her collarbones flushing her closer to his chest swaying in the living lounge, ". . . remember the plushies nan Matlinda gave ye' on ya eighteenth? Thinking it was yer thirteenth birthday? Found them from under me bed last night. Will throw 'em in the laundry and the descion will be on yours if ye' want them fo' yourself or your babies." She nods giggling and he joins her.

"'Course that'd be s' cute. My kids playin' with plushies that were once mine!" She clapped her hands atop her chest in sheer excitement.

At the moment, he flops onto sofa beside her with a dramatic huff after bidding the lady a warm good bye. Squeezing Y/N ankles as she's laying on her side. A pillow under her thigh for the ease purpose head on the other cushion, "Watching's the hardest work innit toots?" He grins impishly and she bobs her head with hooded eyes.

Rolling her shoulder to pop some joints to show her tiredness she's good at acting made him scoot closer to her immediately, "Actually yes — " Gets cut off with Harry getting really caring about her in instant.

"Lemme give ya good rub." His calloused palms starts it gentle pressure from the heels of her feet tricking up her calves and she hums sweetly with her face smushed into cushion. He does it for a minute, thumbing at her soles and popping her toes making her giggle lazily.

Her breaths turns warmer against the fabric when he glides his touch up her soft thighs running a trembling shiver into her blood and the coaxation from the daily tiredness plus the effect of him on her almost made her whine. Their breaths hitches at the same time his pinky brushes at the curve of her bossom peeking from underneath her pyjama shorts.

It makes her clench her thighs from the burn coiling in her tummy and it's embarrassing because he's doing nothing but giving her a rub. When the second time the pads of his supple fingers paints imaginaries at her skin she wiggles her cute ass and moans with an alluring stretch of throat when Harry slapped her arse playfully.

"'S good?" He rasps palming balmily her bossom ass hands gliding dangerously low to where she's pulsating with desire, "don't tease . ." She gives out a kitten-ish whine griping the corner of cushion to exhert the tension in her muscles. With a single glance to her deshilved state he slides his hand between her fleshy thighs pressing his lanky fingers against the wet splotch of her arousal from the only approximty of him.

"Jeez pet. ye'r absolute soakin'." He whispers circling her clit in tight circles from over her pyjamas and she ruts her hips in his hand for more. He hovers his fingers round the hem of her shorts testing the waters and if she really wants it ---- although she proves it with a groan indicating him to get rid of the material.

"Such a pretty bum 's a shame I got to touch it now." He traces the imprint of his redness on her skin making her hiss into her elbow and he pulls her over his lap; slowly feathering his touch between her pink slick folds down to her hole making her clinch around his digits trying to swallow them.

"S' tight babe. How long someone's been between these beautiful legs?" His words don't carry any taunt. It's just a genuine question. She gulps trying to escape the haze — couldn't when he's gliding his fingers non-stop in her wetness with dirty noises, "dunno . . don't remember!" She squeaks when he slides them inside her with ease from slickness caging a grunty moan that's threatening to slip from his lungs.

"It's been that long then . . ." He drawls out and Y/N's shook that she hasn't heard him in that tone ever before or maybe she's too floaty. This Harry intimidates her in a sweet way, makes her want to be blanketed under his warm weight always, to depend on him and be with him always. Makes her want to kiss him till the colours fade out and blossom back again with the witnesses of their love.

"Harry . ." She moans fogy-ly when he adds two more letting her stickiness drip down his thighs, "Yes baby." He giggles bashfully sneaking his arm under her shoulders to kiss her cheek.

"Gonna cum." She cries out softly nipping at his skin and he pushes his fingers deep till knuckles in her cunt pounding inside her with a pleasuring pressure, "Didn't stop ya." His little bubble kisses trails to the crook of her neck biting down to glitter hues of his affection for her.

"Oh my!" Her eyes popshut and thighs smack crampies his hand cumming on his fingers. Making a mess down his wrists, his trousers and the hem of his shirt. She purrs cheeks smashed near his thick thigh into velvet when he rubs her back to soothe her heated body down as that of a kitten, "Ye purrs are puttin' oreo to shame, moppet." He pushes her up. Straddling her each leg around his torso letting her melt onto him.

"S' warm." He mumbles against her throat pecking where the paths of her veins leads him to. Grabs her chin and nuzzles his nose to the underbelly of her jaw saturating her closer to his chest. She hiccups a breath when his swelling bulge nudges her already sensitive pussy making her wet again; she blames her hormones.

"Can you fuck me, please?" She gives him pleading eyes swiveling her hips back and forth against his thick length, "Don't 've to ask pretty girl." He kisses her mouth. It's not like their first kiss. Their first held innocence and sccachirness. This one's rather filthy, full of sucking, bites and spit. He splits his thumb in her hair cupping her cheeks kissing her passionately and winding his arm around her waist to caress her belly.

When she throws her shirt away he puffs out unbelievably taking in her to memorize each velvteen of her skin, "Fuck you're so beautiful moppet." It splashes blush at her features and his eyes litreally twinkles at the sight of her being like this. When his eyes halt at the swell of her titts he exhales through his nostrils a grin worming up at the little rainbow patterned bra she's wearing.

"Cutie." He kisses her again. It's like he can never stop kissing her ever. Her plump candy lips make it impossible. She skids his trousers down wrapping her hand around his girth squeezing him to quench out a throaty grunt from him. Stroking his cock with his pre-come and arches her back when his weepy head brushes against her cunt.

He helps her to take his cock being ever so carefull with her since she's pregnant but Y/N wants otherwise. She's insatiable. Could bite him whole at the time.

"Use me baby ---- make yourself cum with my cock. Wanted it yeah? C'mon now fuck me pretty girl. Take it all in. Yeah . . . Jus' like that." He grits stretching her to max and brings her neck to snuggle in to his chest when she was about to fall back because of her limbs giving out due to the ecastasy. She spurts out a giggle putting her hands between them to recoup herself and moves with his assistance on her ass.

"It's hard." She whines walls fluttering around his dick making him moan, "what me prick?" He smirks batting his eyelashes to get through the haze.

"Such a rotten joke." She rolls her eyes riding him with faster pace now and it's turning them all sweaty and hot, "mhmp. good girl takin' me cock s' well." His hands wanders above her tummy fondling with her nipples and takes it in his mouth while giving the same attention to other one with his thumb pulling it and tweaking it gently not to harm her, "don't like my jokes but you love my prick --- want to make ye' feel amazin' with it."

His balls thwacking against her bum and she leverages herself with his shoulders crying out in his ear when he hit a spot inside her she could never with her own fingers — she narrows her knees for more closeness and he tucks loose errands of her hair away kissing her temple with closed eyes.

"Tired?" His wet lips teases her earlobe and when she nods he gropes her ass thrusting up inside her, "It feels more good when daddy does it . . doesn't it?" He pounds roughly with a sharp angle of his pelvis and keeps on fucking her till she's crying his name.

She's a puddling. His words only made her float into her own head space where it's golden streaks in the amidst of violet clouds.

His own groans getting hoarse when she pulses around his cock milking and pushing his head fat out it makes him choke onto his spit, "cum for me --- inside me want it s' bad." She whispers woving fingers with his's and pressing it into sofa still grinding down at him whole body jolting from the sensitivity.

He does cum inside her. Filling her to brim with his seed it oozes out making soppy sounds when he pumps it back with lazy strokes to extinguish the last sparkle of fire that was crackling in their insides.

Remains like that. Tangled and dishelved. Listening to eachother's silence. He didn't even got a chance to pull out of her when his phone startled them beside her making her cramp hard around him and his head falls on the headboard with a grunt.

"Fuck." He squints back and pretends to eat the apple of her cheeks with roar like noises tickling her side making her stomach squeeze with laughs when his phone rings for another time and she ushers him to pick it.

His expressions remains stoic. Lips thinned into a hardline as he listens to the person on the other side. She's familiar with it. The feminine seductive voice she can never unhear --- it pangs her heart with an unbearable amount of pain and clogs her windpipes.

Dunno from where she found the need to ask this she did with a second thought from the anxiousness whirling in her mind the second he ends the call, "Are you gonna leave me now?" Tears of hurt without her knowing are already spilling down the valley of her chest.

Harry stares her. But, she could see nothing in them due to blurness from the pulversive of a single call.

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mss4msu · 3 years

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Wildest Dreams

Summary: Moving from friends to more than friends is a sometimes risky choice; will it work out with Steven Rogers or is the idea of romance with him best left in your “Wildest Dreams”.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Words: 2378

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Have had a long ~dry spell~ due to writer’s block. Spent an hour reading this silly Taylor Swift: Girl Detective story that I got at a local store and then got all up in my feels listening to 1989. Lyrics are italicized, but ignore them if that makes things weird.

“He said, ‘Let’s get out of this town, drive out of the city, away from the crowds.’”

“And how do you feel about that?” Nat asked, blowing and subsequently popping a large bubble gum bubble as you packed.

“I said yes, but I’m anxious about it. I thought we were casual, but this feels like he’s trying to elevate this...whatever it is...to the next level. Heaven can’t help me now, I’m either in or I’m not.”

“I mean, nothing lasts forever, might as well live while one of you is young,” Natasha winked at you.

“But this is gonna take me down a road that I don’t know that we’re ready for….”

Nat cleared her throat, “He’s so tall and handsome as hell,” she mocked your voice, “It’s not like he’s this oh so bad boy or something to be worried about.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah...but everything he does he does it so well. I’m worried I can see the end as it begins….”

“Ready to go?” Steve Rogers asked, lightly knocking on the door as he peered in at you.

You felt the burn of embarrassment heating your cheeks and quickly zipped up your suitcase.

“Yep!” you called, gauging his face to see if he’d overheard.

“Have fun you two,” Nat blew and popped another bubble as she skipped out of your room with a wink back at you.

You anxiously readjusted your dress as you stood up from your suitcase, “I think I’m ready.”

He held the door open for you and took your suitcase as you walked through. He took you by the hand and you felt a shiver run through your spine. Looking up at him you saw the goofiest grin; you’d never seen him look so happy. Your stomach twinged into a knot and you weren’t sure if it was the stress of hoping to never ruin his happiness or the excitement that you were and could maybe always be that happiness.

He loaded your bag into the car and opened your door for you.

“Always the gentleman,” you slightly curtseyed to him.

“Of course, mademoiselle,” he bowed back before going to the driver’s side and getting in the car.

“I didn’t know you spoke French.”

“Of course, live long enough and you learn a little bit of everything.”

“So what else have you learned? How to pickle veggies and herd sheep?”

“Pickling no, but I learned a bit about herding from a friend who spent some time in Wakanda,” he winked at you.

The drive continued on this way, with you each poking fun at and learning little quirky things about each other. The car began to slow and you looked out the window to see you were arriving at your destination.

“A vineyard?” you watched as rows of vines moved past you, “It’s really beautiful, Steve.”

“I thought it’d be nice,” you could hear a slight sheepishness in his voice now.

“It is!” you reached out and patted his hand to reassure him, but found that your heart began racing at the contact.

Steve parked the car and you followed him inside. He checked you both in and the attendant presented you with wine glasses, a map, and a room key.

“You can fill your glasses here,” the attendant circled an area on the map, “and then feel free to tour the vineyard as you like. It closes at dark, so please make sure not to be out past then.”

You both nodded and took your glasses. Steve took the map and slid the key into his pocket. You nervously got your glasses filled where the map had directed and went out into the vineyards to wander. The casual conversation began to flow more easily between you as you felt the wine loosening you up. You wandered between the vines and found yourselves at an area with a little metal bench perched on a hill, overlooking the vineyard. Steve gestured for you to sit, and you obliged. The sun was beginning to set and the sky had a beautiful glow.

You took a deep breath, “Steve, I’m worried that this,” you gestured broadly, “is going to change this,” you pointed back and forth between the two of you.

“And is that a bad thing?” he asked, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze.

You gazed up into his piercing blue eyes, “I...I just...look...my one condition to this is...say you’ll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset.”

“Babe, that’ll be pretty easy to do after this,” he raised his glass to yours.

You rolled your eyes at him as you clinked your glass against his. You took a long gulp as he took a light sip.

“You’re beautiful,” he looked you up and down, “With your red lips and rosy cheeks,” he gently traced your lips with his thumb.

You sighed deeply, “Steve, I’m serious. I’m worried that...if this doesn’t work out...for whatever reason, just say you’ll see me again...even if it’s just in your wildest dreams?”

“You’re dramatic, you know that?”

“I am not! I just wanted to make sure that all of this was said first.”

“Look, if it makes you feel better, no one has to know what we do. We can just keep this between us for now?”

“Easier said than done,” you murmured, thinking about how you’d already told Nat which meant she had told Clint and Wanda and probably Banner...which meant that at least 30 other people knew and the odds of at least one of them being someone random like the barista at the coffee shop around the corner were pretty high knowing how big of gossips they all were.

“Hmm?” he hummed in your ear.

“Nothing, just kiss me?” you pleaded to him.

He growled in agreement and moved his hand around the back of your neck, leading your lips to his.

“What was that key for?” you asked in a way that you thought was sultry.

“Oh, I figured we could do the tastings tomorrow and so I got us a room. It has two beds in case….” “Take me to the room?” It came out a question, but by the darkening of his eyes you knew he had gathered that it was more of a command.

He took your hand and helped you up. Interlocking his fingers between yours, he led you back to where you had gotten the key. He squeezed your hand as you wandered the halls and found your room. He opened the door and held it for you to duck under his arm and turn on the lights.

“Cute,” you remarked at the room with its two beds and a small bucket with a chilled bottle of wine on the table between them.

“Nah, you’re the cute one,” he replied, pulling you tightly against him.

You giggled and pushed away, grabbing him by the shirt and walking backwards until you were by a bed. You then gently pushed him down onto it. You grabbed the condoms you’d packed in your bag and threw them on the bed next to him.

“Presumptuous of you,” he said, picking them up.

“Was it?”

He motioned for you to come back to him with just one finger. It sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

You walked back to him and slowly undressed him, removing every single piece of clothing from his body before climbing onto his thighs. He tenderly pulled your dress over your head, and you could see the hunger growing in his eyes, darkening them. That look fueled you and you smashed your lips into his. His hands started on your cheeks, then tangled in your hair as they moved their way down your shoulders, stopping briefly to backtrack and stroke your chin before he let them explore down your back.

“You were just wearing a dress?” he pulled back to eye you up, licking his lips in anticipation.

Your face began to fill with that familiar tinge of embarrassed heat as you looked down at your naked form straddling his. You smiled innocently, despite knowing exactly what you had been doing when you had made the choice to go without any undergarments while getting dressed that morning.

“God, you’re so sexy,” his hands traced their way along your spine and back up to your neck.

He let out a deep growl as he guided your head down to his and kissed you. He took his time at first, each kiss like its own moment that would be forever frozen in time. You started moving your hips slightly on him, riling him up. He let out that low growl again and began kissing you harder, more passionately, as though every fraction of a second that your lips were parted brought a pain that could only be healed by bringing them back together.

He broke away from you to rip open the condom and slip it on. His hands moved to your hips and he lifted you slightly, sliding his dick into you. You both let out a moan; you stopped grinding on him for a moment, allowing yourself to just feel him filling you completely. You put your hands on his pecs, then slowly started bucking your hips against him. His hands gravitated to your ass and squeezed it in unison with your grinding.

“My turn,” he whispered into your ear, lifting you up off of him.

You breathlessly nodded as he propped himself up on his knees, giving you space to lay down. He ran his hands up your legs, spreading your thighs slowly and kissing his way up them. He alternated legs and you felt a quiver run through you as he got closer and closer to your core. You felt the warmth of his breath on you as he paused and looked you in the eyes with a smirk before diving into your heat. He teased your bud with his tongue and you let out a moan as he slipped a finger inside of you. You heard him quietly moan as both his tongue and his finger moved more vigorously, but in a rhythm that had you bucking your hips into him. You began to feel the tingle of an orgasm building in your toes, then moving through your legs, until it finally overwhelmed you to your core, sending you along a crashing wave of pleasure.

You grabbed his hair and lightly jerked it. He lifted his face and looked at you with a grin. He slowly removed his finger from your soaking pussy and stuck it in his mouth, sucking your wetness off of himself. You inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to reach the calm after the storm.

He smirked as he spread your legs wider and then eased himself back into you. After giving you time to readjust around him he pushed himself completely inside of you, then with an almost painful slowness pulled himself back out. You bit your lip in anticipation and moaned as he filled you up again. He continued at this pace for a while, teasing you. When you almost couldn’t bear it any longer he pulled your legs around him and put one arm underneath of you and used the other to prop himself up. You reached up to his face and pulled his lips to yours.

He kissed you deeply and thrust into you even deeper. The pace started slow, but he gradually sped up and began a rhythm that hit all of the right spots at all of the right moments. You felt every inch of his dick as it went in and out of you.

He moved his arm from around you and leaned down for a kiss before he really began to thrust into you harder and faster. You felt his dick begin to throb.

“Cum for me, Steve,” you pleaded

He growled as you locked eyes and he pushed his cock as deep into your pussy as he could over and over again until he let out a growling moan. From the intense throbbing you felt inside of you you knew he had just cum. You sighed as he pulled out of you and visibly shuddered from the pleasure.

He smiled and bent down to kiss you gently on the forehead before getting up. You lay there, eyes closed, replaying what had just happened, not wanting to forget a moment.

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.

You tried to slow your breathing and calm down as you heard the sound of a cork popping.

“Here, love.”

Hearing those words in his deep voice sent another tingle through you. You opened your eyes to him offering you a glass of the chilled wine.

“Cheers to a fantastic getaway,” he offered his glass up to yours.

You sat up and arranged pillows for the two of you to lean back against.

“This is a lovely trip,” you smiled as the romantically familiar sound of glasses clinking filled the room and then leaned in and kissed him.

You sat together and talked and laughed and drank. He called room service for dinner, but you were so absorbed in each other that neither of you touched the food when it arrived. As the hours flew by, you couldn’t stifle the large yawn that escaped your lips.

“Tired?” he asked.

“No!” you replied too enthusiastically, “Do you want to watch something?” you knew you were exhausted, but also that you didn’t want to sleep just yet.

“Sure,” he smiled knowingly, “Hm, there’s a new Bond movie on: Nothing lasts forever.”

You laid against him, your bodies entwined. You felt yourself nod off every once in awhile as the movie played, only to be awoken by Steve asking you a question to which you’d “mhm” a response.

“Alright, I’m turning the movie off,” he said after he himself had dozed for longer than he had expected.

“But this is getting good now,” you gestured at the TV, which was showing a commercial for some product you’d never buy.

He laughed, “I’ll see you in my wildest dreams.”

He kissed you on the forehead and clicked off the lights.

#steve rogers x reader #smut #fanfic #marvel fan fic

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writethelifeyouwant · 3 years

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Femme Fatale - Ch 1 / 2

Pairing: Alex x Reader (background J2) Rating: 18+ Tags: Dom/Sub relationships, Sub!Alex, Domme!Reader, Dom!Jensen, Sub!Jared, sex/bdsm club, voyeurism, exhibitionism, pegging, humiliation kink Word Count: 3.3k Created for: @spnkinkbingo - Dom/Sub

A/N: Thank you so much for being my first ever commission Sin! I've had a lot of fun tackling this challenge because I've never written a Domme!reader before but I really appreciate you trusting me with your idea, and I hope I do it justice ❤️

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This is a weird idea, even for Alex. A night out with his cast mates isn’t unusual, and Y/N has gone along on plenty of group dinners with Alex, Jared and Jensen (that were essentially double dates) before, but they usually ended by closing out the hotel bar or crashing in someone’s guest room. They had never ended up at a proper club before, let alone planned a whole evening around going to a specific one. But that’s the plan tonight.

When Alex informs her that the location was Misha’s suggestion, it makes even less sense to Y/N. Misha seems like he would be the least likely of all of them to actually enjoy clubbing but hey, what does she know?

“Alex, I don’t have anything to wear!” Y/N complains from inside their closet, hoping her boyfriend can hear her through the bathroom door.

“That cannot be true,” she can hear the amusement coupled with a light mix of exasperation in his tone.

“What did they tell you the dress code was?” Y/N calls as she continues to flip through the clothes hanging in front of her.

“Misha said, and I quote, ‘dress slutty’.” Alex appears in the doorway to the closet and leans against the frame, tucking his arms across his chest. Y/N actually does a double take when she sees him.

“I see you took that advice literally,” she eyes him, gaze dragging across his body and catching against each new feature she notices like sandpaper running against the grain. Alex is dressed casually, but most definitely sluttily too. A loose and frayed wife beater hangs off his shoulders, showing off his waist where one side is tucked into his shorts. The elastic of his boxers is sticking out over the shirt too, which is completely on purpose in a move to tease. The denim shorts are tight, torn-up, and just to the knee. Y/N has seen him wear them before, and she knows when he turns around she’ll have an amazing view of his ass.

“I’m good at following instructions,” Alex smiles, clearly pleased with himself that he’d successfully fulfilled his remit.

“So eager to please,” Y/N teases over her shoulder as she goes back to thumbing through outfit potentials. “Honestly, the fact that Misha is telling us to dress slutty and not Jared must mean dress really slutty.”

“You could just not wear anything,” Alex offers as a suggestion. “Nothing sluttier than free access.”

“In your dreams, babe.”

“How did you know?” Alex is mock horrified and you laugh along with him when he breaks character. “Still can’t decide?” and Y/N shakes her head in response. “Can I pick for you? I do have a pretty good memory of all your sluttiest outfits.”

“Hey! Who you callin’ a slut Mr. Slutty McTightShorts?” Y/N rounds on Alex, comically enraged.

“You, duh,” Alex laughs and pecks her on the cheek as he moves over to a drawer where Y/N keeps her underwear.

Alex goes straight for the lingerie, Y/N should have guessed, and he pulls out a matching set of lacy thong and longline bra, both enmeshed in patterns of criss-crossed elastic and ribbons. Then he ducks down to the bottom drawer where Y/N keeps a load of her old college clothes that she’s too sentimental to get rid of, and rummages through it, clearly looking for something specific. He finally liberates a skirt that barely has the right to be called a piece of clothing. Y/N can’t even remember why she owns that. Finally he reaches for a swingy tank made of a light gauzy material. It’s really meant to be a cover-up for the beach because of how loose and flowy it is but Y/N imagines that is Alex’s intention behind picking it – he knows it won’t stay on properly or do a single thing to hide the bra she’ll be wearing beneath it. Alex hands her the pile of clothes, again looking very pleased with himself.

“You’re really not pulling punches tonight, are ya?”

“I just want to show off how awesome my girlfriend is,” Alex shrugs.

“Yeah, you want to show off all of her, apparently,” Y/N holds up the small skirt skeptically.

“You’ll look incredible, scouts’ honour,” Alex swears, grinning.

“If we show up and the others aren’t dressed super slutty, I’m gonna maim things.”

“I won’t stop you,” Alex laughs and pushes Y/N out of the closet. “C’mon get dressed so we can go down some alcohol before the car gets here.”

They’ve both knocked back a beer and a shot when the car pulls up and a message pops into the group chat saying they’re here. The night is close and warm outside of the air conditioning, and for that reason at least Y/N is glad to be wearing such a small amount of clothing. When the young couple slides into the car they’re greeted by Jared, Jensen, Misha, and his wife Vicki – another surprise to Y/N, as she doesn’t come out with them too often. Something about tonight must be special.

“Hey hot stuff!” Jared greets them, grinning as he eyes them both up and down. Jensen pinches him on the leg. “Behave.” Jared doesn’t let it derail his examination.

“Thanks, I know, right?” Alex jokes and ruffles his hair, throwing Jared a wink. Y/N gives him a side eye, silently imitating Jensen’s instruction of behave. Alex grabs for her hand and kisses it in a gesture of reassurance, dropping their joined hands to his lap and keeping them there. Alex is a flirt, just like Jared, but Y/N knows that he would never stray from her. At least, not unless she tells him to.

The car proceeds to drive them across town to an area of L.A. Y/N isn’t familiar with. She and Alex haven’t lived in the city very long, so it’s not like she’s expecting to know every inch of its nightlife scene but this place seems much more out of the way than she was expecting them to be going. The streets they’re trundling down are dark, not bright and shining with neon and glittering lights like so much of downtown tends to be. The occasional person or couple is walking along the sidewalk, but overall it’s deserted by city standards.

“Where are we going again?” Y/N pipes up from her seat, looking out the window and spotting another couple in dark coats holding hands as they amble down the side street.

“We’re almost there,” Vicki smiles reassuringly at Y/N, then turns to Jensen. “Tom texted to let me know he’s set aside a table upstairs for us, so everyone can just watch or they can join in, whatever you want.”

“Who’s Tom?” Y/N asks curiously, she hasn’t heard the name before.

“He’s our boyfriend,” Misha answers matter of factly, like he’s trying not to betray any emotion around the statement until he can judge Y/N and Alex’s reactions to that news. Y/N can’t pretend she isn’t surprised, but the more she thinks about it the more she realises that Misha is always quite private about his and Vicki’s relationship – this must be why.

“Oh, cool dude,” Alex laughs, giving an approving nod, almost like he’s impressed with Misha’s nonconformity. Y/N smiles. Alex always loves finding out about what people have going on ‘outside the box’, it helps him come out of his own shell just a little bit more every time.

“Can’t wait to meet him,” Y/N chimes in, just to quiet the small hint of wariness she can see playing behind Misha’s eyes. He relaxes visibly and smiles, much more his carefree and goofy self in that instant.

“Oh, s’that it?” Jared points out the window to a dim neon sign and a small group of people sitting on benches and little round tables, smoking. The block letters shine against the rough brickwork of the building they’re mounted on, grey and sophisticated, unlike all the garish colours Y/N would usually expect from a nightclub.

Femme Fatale.

Y/N hadn’t known what to expect when they got inside but she never would have expected what she’s witnessing now. Femme Fatale is a swingers club. Not just that, it’s a BDSM swingers club.

How had they known? Y/N wonders. She and Alex don’t usually make a habit of discussing that aspect of their relationship with other people. Especially since Alex is still pretty new to being a Sub. He had toyed with the idea of being a Dom in a previous relationship, and technically he labels himself as a Switch when people ask, but he once he had told Y/N that since he met her she brings out a part of himself he hadn’t really connected with properly before, and he loves it.

His eyes are wide now, blown out with obvious lust as Y/N watches him watch his surroundings. Jared is the same, and Jensen is watching him just as intently as Y/N is watching Alex. With how they act, Y/N always suspected that Jensen and Jared were in a Dom/Sub relationship, and she was quietly smug that she had been right. Misha and Vicki had left the party at their table on the exposed balcony as soon as their boyfriend Tom, who Y/N now understands is the manager of this club, had shown them in and sat them down. Now, Y/N knows what Vicki had meant in the car about them just being able to watch if that’s what they wanted to do, instead of joining in. Misha and Vicki have clearly opted to join in, and Y/N can’t see where they went off to, lost in the heaving crowd of people below them.

So far, she’s enjoying watching, and Alex clearly is too. His slutty shorts are doing nothing to hide the semi he’d popped almost the second they walked in. It isn’t so much her thing, but Y/N knows Alex has an exhibitionist streak, and she can easily imagine what must be running through his mind right now. Being out in the middle of everything, shown off, performing. And Y/N thinks she might like showing him off, showing everyone what a good little boy he can be for his Mistress, showing everyone how much control she has over him. How much he wants to do everything she asks of him, to please her.

“Jared,” Y/N looks away from Alex when Jensen speaks, and Alex looks up from the ground floor where he had been watching some of the people on display. “Do you want to go play?” Jensen asks neutrally, very carefully leaving the choice up to Jared, without betraying his own feelings on the notion.

“Can we?” Jared’s eyes light up instantly and Y/N smirks to herself. Jared and Alex are more alike than she realised.

“Yeah, c’mon baby boy,” Jensen smiles indulgently and holds out his hand to Jared, who takes it and follows him down the stairs to the play areas. Y/N looks back to Alex, whose eyes are glued to his cast mates’ backs.

“What about you, baby boy?” Y/N purrs, using Jared’s nickname teasingly and Alex blushes as she runs her nails up his bare arm. She’d never called him that before but it’s clear he likes it. “Do you want to go play?”

“I–” Alex breaks off, considering. “Can we just watch for a bit? See what everyone’s doing?” he asks nervously.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Y/N smiles and offers Alex her hand. They make their way down the iron grate staircase into the madness that has been churning below them this whole time. It’s easy to spot Jared and Jensen, despite the crowd. They stick out above the heads of a lot of the people nearby because most of them are bent over or crouched down to some extent.

They’re at the edge of the dance floor, in a space that’s still public but is cordoned off for more… intimate play. There’s two St. Andrew’s crosses bolted on the wall, both currently occupied with girls – one wearing an assortment of leather straps with metal studs poking out of them, and one wearing absolutely nothing but the cuffs binding her to the beams. Leather couches and benches are dotted around the floorspace, all covered with partially to wholly naked occupants engaging in every variety of sexual activity Y/N can imagine. Alex looks like a kid in a candy store watching it all unfold before him.

“You can watch whoever you want, but no touching without my permission, okay?” Y/N speaks into Alex’s ear so he can hear her over the bass of the music that’s vibrating through the crowd around them.

“Yes, ma’am,” Alex salutes her cheekily and starts to move away but she grabs the neck of his shirt and hauls him back, looking him sternly in the eye.

“Do you want to try that again with a little respect, baby?” Alex drops his eyes and looks penitent.

“Yes, Mistress.” He gives her a weak smile, asking for forgiveness, and Y/N decides to let him off this time.

“Good boy,” she leans up and kisses his forehead before giving him a swift pat on the backside. “Have fun, I’m going to grab a drink,” Y/N points to one of the bars lining the far side of the play area. “Find me that way if you want me, okay baby?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Alex nods meekly, giving Y/N a small kiss before he ducks into the crowd towards a group of spectators all watching a girl tied to a bench getting teased by her Domme and a flogger. Typical, Y/N smiles to herself and makes her way to the bar to order a glass of wine.

Wine in hand, Y/N spins on her heel and looks around the room. Alex is still where she left him and a few groups over she spots Jensen, his back to her, watching something else she can’t quite make out between everyone’s bodies. Jared doesn’t appear to be anywhere though. Y/N decides to have a look at whatever Jensen’s observing, curious what’s got him so stoically still. There’s a lot going on around him but it becomes instantly clear which performer Jensen’s watching when Y/N approaches and peeks over his shoulder.

Jared is on his hands and knees, in amongst a crowd of people. There’s a sort of black leather platform that he’s perched on, so they’re elevated from the floor. It puts Jared’s mouth at the perfect height to reach people’s waists, which he’s currently putting to good use by swapping between two men with their cocks standing out stiff from their jeans. Jensen is watching closely, smirking at the crowd all raptly watching his boyfriend. When Jared takes the man with the bigger cock so deep that his nose is pressed to the man’s stomach, Y/N can’t help but laugh.

“I see why you like him so much,” Y/N bumps her shoulder against Jensen and he jumps, looking down at her and grinning when his brain catches up to her comment.

“Yeah he’s good with his mouth,” Jensen agrees, smiling proudly.

“Nice of you to loan him out.”

“I like to think I’m generous,” Jensen shrugs. “But not too generous,” Jensen catches the arm of a man trying to round the platform to get to Jared’s ass instead of his mouth. “Sorry man, no guys back there.”

“Oops, sorry dude,” the guy backs off quickly, and Y/N is impressed by how respectful the whole exchange is.

“Is that Jensen only territory?” Y/N questions, wiggling her brow.

“Yeah I don’t like other guys fuckin’ him,” Jensen explains. “But I like girls pegging him, it’s fun to humiliate him like that.” Just then Y/N spots a small woman climbing into a strap on with the help of her partner, who drops to her knees to suck on the dildo a little before covering it in lube from the bottle on the ground by the platform.

“No kidding,” Y/N whistles lowly, in awe as she watches the girl push the black silicone inside Jared, inch by inch. The way his hole is pulsing around the intrusion is almost hypnotic. She tries to picture what Alex would look like, on his hands and knees amongst all these people, everyone watching him get split open by some little girl with a big dick… everyone seeing him loving it, like Jared clearly is.

Y/N hears Jensen laugh beside her and she jumps a little, clearing her throat in embarrassment at being caught out staring at Jared’s asshole so blatantly.

“Sorry,” she clears her throat again and takes a sip of wine to hide behind her glass.

“It’s okay,” Jensen laughs again. “I wouldn’t let him do this if I didn’t want people to watch him.”

“Good point,” Y/N acknowledges, feeling a little better. “And um, out of curiosity,” Y/N pauses, trying to frame her question politely. “How did you get Jared to agree to the pegging?” Jensen raises an eyebrow at Y/N curiously. “You know, one Domme to another,” Y/N elaborates, so Jensen doesn’t think she’s trying to ask if she can peg Jared. That’s the furthest thing from her mind right now.

“No kidding?” Jensen chuckles, clearly impressed. “Well, I don’t know what you and Alex get up to normally, but it wasn’t too much of a stretch for Jared. He gets off on humiliation and I get off on humiliating him, and this fits that bill for both of us.” At that comment, Jensen looks back to Jared and smirks before reaching down to adjust himself subtly, and Y/N laughs. “What about it is calling to you?” Jensen asks, and Y/N has to pause to consider that before she can hit on the answer.

“It’s the one part of Alex I don’t think anyone’s touched. I mean he’s never mentioned it if he has done it before but I don’t think he has. The idea of marking him like that, of having something no one else can have from him…” Y/N trails off, letting her thoughts spiral as she feels the space between her legs heat up. When she adjusts her stance, she feels the slick brush of wet panties against her skin. Yes, she loves that idea. The thought of taking that last first, touching a part of Alex that no one else has touched. Being literally inside of him. Fucking him into submission would take on a whole new meaning.

“Yeah, that’s hot,” Jensen agrees and Y/N smiles dreamily. Now she just needs to figure out how to bring it up to Alex. “Hey,” Jensen taps her on the shoulder and points over Jared to the other side of the crowd, “you might not have to do as much convincing as you think.”

Standing across from them, Jared still on his hands and knees between them being fucked at both ends, is Alex. His eyes are fixed steadily on Jared, the rest of the world a mere blur around him and the object of his focus. His pupils are huge, in part due to the dark of the club but Y/N knows it’s also to do with desire. She watches his eyes dart back and forth and realises that he’s not just watching Jared, he’s watching the dildo that’s steadily fucking in and out of Jared’s ass, following its movements closely. He licks his lips and Y/N smiles. Jensen is right, she’s not going to have to convince him at all. He already wants this.

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sunflowergirl522 · 3 years

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That’s Peter Part 3

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You’ve been able to hop realities your whole life, running away to your favorite one with your favorite people when the blip happens. You come back to visit Jimmy to find out everyone came back and then get some bad news. When you go to find your boyfriend Peter you find out that he’s been snatched into a different reality.

Warnings: Language, grief

Word Count: 1331

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When you opened your eyes again and Wanda let everyone go back to what they were doing, Peter was gone. You had walked around the neighborhood as children and their families shuffled home trying to see if you could spot him in the crowd. You don’t even see him when you spot Wanda escorting her boys home or when you follow them hoping to be led to where Peter’s been staying. When you come up empty handed you decide to find somewhere to spend the night. Luckily there was an empty house up the block from Wanda’s.

In the morning you take another lap around the block before spying into the windows of Wanda’s house to see if Peter went home. All you see though are things seemingly glitching out which was weird but you brush it off as a problem for after you find Peter. That’s when an idea hits you that maybe he’ll be on the tv again at the SWORD headquarters. You teleport there just to find yourself still in the hex and in a circus? Wanda must have extended the barrier when she used her magic last night. You’ve gotta find Darcy.

You run through the circus trying to avoid any of the clowns to prevent anyone talking to you. You hear someone yelling at people you assume are running away and run immediately to the source. You make it in time to see Darcy and Vision run into a funnel cake truck.

“Darcy!” Vision seems to shut the door before either of them would be able to hear you. “Damn it, gotta be fast.” You crack your fingers and roll your neck before teleporting into the van just as they drive away. You cheer a bit once you’re inside causing the two of them to jump. But you can’t help it, teleporting into a moving vehicle is tough, you have to time it all perfectly and it’s just too much work. So getting inside before they moved was something worth cheering over in your book.

“Jesus Christ Y/n! What are you doing here? I thought you were trying to get Peter.”

“Who is this?”

“Oh, hi I’m Y/n.” You hold out your hand for him to shake.

“I’m-”

“Vision, I know, I’m a big fan of you and your wife.” You beam at him before turning to Darcy. “I was looking for Peter but he disappeared last night. I haven’t been able to find him since, thought I’d have luck locating him with some help from the show. But now I see what Wanda’s magic act was for last night.”

“Well, you’re just in time to help me answer all of Visions questions. Take it away man.”

“Are my children safe?”

“That I don’t know.”

“Oh, I just came from your house, they seemed fine.”

“Good, what about that imposter Pietro?”

“Y/n you wanna take this one?”

“Pietro is my boyfriend Peter. Long story short he technically is Pietro just from a different reality. He has the same powers and he had a twin but well, it was reversed there. She was the twin that died.”

“Okay. Who was I before Westview and what are the Avengers?” You let Darcy explain that to him and sit in silence picking at your nails, a nervous habit you’ve picked up. If Peter were here he’d grab you hands to stop you and place kisses to each finger tip while telling you to be nicer to yourself. But what if you couldn’t find Peter now? Where could he have gone? “So, Wanda killed me?” Vision's voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

“It’s not that simple, you asked her to do it.”

“Why would I have done that?”

“To save the universe, well half of it.”

“Did it work?”

“It did until the bad guy rewound time and killed you himself. There’s a few extra steps but to sum it up-”

“I came back and died again.”

“And she had to watch.” It’s quiet for a bit while Vision takes in the new information and you start to feel overwhelmed with the topic of death that seems to wrap around you. Your mind gets brought back to your dad and how he’s gone and suddenly it feels like the atmosphere in the truck is trying to suffocate you.

“I gotta go.” You force out before teleporting back to Wanda’s street. Immediately you’re greeted with Wanda holding Monica up in the sky with her magic. Monica’s trying to tell Wanda that Pietro wasn’t them and you sigh. Of course everywhere you go there’s talk of him but you can’t find him. What else were you expecting this is just like when the two of you first met. You gasp as Monica has a superhero landing. Why didn’t she tell you that she had powers too?

“I lost the person closest to me too. The worst thing I can think of has already happened to me and I can’t change it. I can’t undo it. I can’t control this pain anymore. And I don’t think I want to, because it’s my truth.” Monica's words hit you like a truck and you start to tear up. You need to find Peter soon otherwise you might just lose your mind. All you want is to confide in him and have him tell you that it’s all gonna be okay. When one of Wanda’s neighbors takes her away you run up to Monica.

“Monica! What’re you doing here? Is Jimmy okay?”

“I had to tell Wanda about what Hayward has planned for Vision. Jimmy’s fine, he's with my guys. Did you get brought in with Darcy?”

“No I came in on my own, I was just with Darcy though. She’s fine, she’s with Vision right now coming here.”

“We’ve gotta get Wanda to listen to reason.”

“Yeah, okay let’s go.” The two of you follow behind the two women to the neighbors house.

“Let’s split up and find a way in.” You nod at Monica and go one way around the house while she goes the other way. You don’t have any luck though and as you’re rounding a corner you spot Peter next to Monica.

“Snoopers gonna snoop.” Monica jumps and turns to look at him and before he can do anything with the hand he raised you show up in front of him and grab his wrist. His eyes go wide at you popping out of a portal in front of him and he seems to freeze in shock.

“Peter, what the hell are you wearing? It’s awful. And what is that, a puka shell necklace?” You reach out to touch it but he grabs your wrist to stop you.

“Don’t touch that sweetheart.”

“Alright.” You shrug and rip your hand from his strong grip and bring it to your side. This is definitely not your Peter. “Just wondering though,” behind your back you create a small portal and stick your hand through it appearing beside Peter’s head, “what happens if I do this?” You rip the necklace off of his neck and bring your hand back to your body ready to defend yourself if need be.

“God what’s been going on?” Peter looks around him confused until he notices you in front of him for what seems to be the first time even though the two of you were just interacting. “Y/n? What are you doing here baby? It’s dangerous.”

“Yeah well, I’m saving your ass apparently. Must’ve been under some sort of mind control.”You dangle the necklace in front of him before tossing it to the side.

“How’d you know?” Monica steps up to be next to you rather than behind you.

“Peter would never wear a fucking puka shell necklace or hold my wrist that tight anywhere other than in bed.” You shrug at her and turn back to Peter. “Seriously though, what are you wearing? You look like a stoner frat guy babe.”

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voidaus · 3 years

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Stargazing

Part 3 of the Grocery Shop series

I am so sorry It took me so long to upload! I've been having a really bad writers block.

Genre: Fluff?

Warnings: Swearing

Requested? Kind of

Word count: 1150

"Well then, Y/N. Let's go stargazing!"

You have all of your food wrapped up in a thick blanket and hold your phone in your other hand. You turn it on to look at the time. 20:24 (8:24 PM). As you're climbing up the stairs in your house, you almost slip, causing Corpse to laugh. A smile grows on your face as you hear this. "you know, your laugh is so cute, Corpsie!"

He sighs, not believing you. You know that he doesn't, but keep complimenting him in the hope that one day he will see for himself how amazing he is.

Every time you have the chance to compliment him, you do so. The same goes for Corpse. You have only known each other for a month now, but it feels like forever. You've grown very close, and Corpse thinks he's actually comfortable with speaking to you in real life now. Of course, he'll be nervous, but it's worth it.

"You okay there?" He asks laughing, his voice laced with concern.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Almost fell, though." When you said you were clumsy, you really meant it! Corpse thought. You finally arrived at the top of the stairs and opened the door. A warm breeze greeted you as the fresh, California air filled the hallway. Corpse hears the wind blowing on your microphone and informs you he's almost at his roof. After a few seconds, he arrives too, the wind coming from both of your microphones now.

You set everything up. The blanket is probably gonna need a wash after this, but who cares. At the other end, Corpse finished setting up just now. His blanket is lying on the roof with a water bottle and his snacks beside it. "Hey, Corpsie?" He hears the voice he adores so much ask. "Yeah?"

"Do you know that song about the stars?"

"Y/N. Are you kidding me? Do you know how many fucking songs there are, about the stars?!" Corpse laughs.

"Yeah, but like, the Uhm... Ugh fuck, The stargazing one!" You huff out, frustrated.

A Smirk grows on his face. "Well then, how about you sing it for me, babe?" Hell fucking no. If this dude thinks you would do that, he doesn't know you at all! "Corpse... No."

"But how else would I know what song it is, darling?" He speaks up. "Corpse, you know I can't sing! I won't fucking do this." You're whining at this point.

"Oh, but I don't know. You just said that you can't. C'mon, just sing. You know I wouldn't judge you!"

It's quiet for a minute before you finally give in. You softly start singing.

"And I will still be here stargazing I'll still lookup, lookup, lookup for love Stars don't disappear; they keep blazing Even when the night is over, That's how I find the light"

Silence fills the air again, and you immediately regret singing that for him. Corpse is quick to react as if he knows how you feel. "I loved it." Just a little bit of doubt leaves your heart and is replaced by happiness. That warm feeling that was always there if Corpse was there too. "Really, Y/N, it was amazing! I was expecting something, but wow... That was just-" He cuts himself off with a chuckle.

"Thanks, Bubs. I really appreciate it."

**Time skip to 01:17 brought to you by Heehoo (You wouldn't get it)**

"Why did we even grab blankets?" Corpse asks with a puzzled look on his face.

"Well, otherwise, it would be weird. You don't go stargazing without a blanket!" He laughs at your dorkiness. "You know what?" He says, hands up in surrender. "That actually kinda makes sense."

A satisfied smile grows on your face as you pop a cookie into your mouth. You lay on the roof in silence for at least 10 minutes, just enjoying each other's presence. That tends to happen a lot during your calls lately. You have both grown very comfortable with each other, and it's a nice feeling.

"You know what this night reminds me of?" You ask whilst looking at the stars. You kind of get lost in their beauty for a moment when Corpses' voice snaps you out of your trance. "Tell me, babe."The smirk on his face is clear in his voice. You let out a gasp, "I thought I told you to stop fucking calling me that! If I were with you right now, I would've hit you!" you huff. The man stays silent for a while, and you quickly get concerned. "Corpse?" It's still silent, although now you can hear his breaths, calming your concerns a little.

"You there, bubs?" You softly spoke up. Corpse awed at your voice. He'd always found it adorable. His nerves grew again as he spoke up with a hesitant tone in his voice.

"Would you... Uhm, fuck. Uhh, would you maybe wanna err.. come over?" He stuttered, scratching his neck.You were taken aback, not quite expecting him to ask that. Your surprised expression quickly turned into a smile. "Yeah. Yeah, bubs, I would love that."

He smiles, quickly grabbing his phone in his hand to text you the address. You immediately got it and packed your stuff up, eager to meet the man again. His apartment is about a 20-minute drive from your house if there's no traffic along the way. You had hung up when you started to get your stuff. Both of you, wanting to prepare yourselves for what's about to happen.

Corpse is busy trying to clean the whole apartment before you come over. He doesn't own a lot of stuff, but there are glasses and takeout boxes everywhere. After hastily checking over the whole place three times, he reapplies his eyeliner in the bathroom and checks his hair in the mirror. "Okay, dude, you got this. It's just Y/N. You've been talking to her for weeks. WHAT ARE YOU NERVOUS ABOUT!?" He yells at himself as he spays himself with a nice smelling deodorant.

At that same moment, you are in your car, stressing out about what you're going to say to him. Do you hug him? Do you just wave? "Oh, for fucks sake, I'm way too awkward for this! I'm gonna mess it up within the first 5 minutes, bet!"

You park your car in the driveway. It doesn't seem too busy, seeing as there are only a few cars. So either, a lot of teens live here, and they're still out. The people that live here don't own cars. Or there's just not a lot of people living here. You sit in the car for a few seconds in attempt to pull yourself together. You pull your phone out again. It reads 2:04. Finally your heart rate slows down a little, and you step out of the car, locking it.

Here goes nothing.

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petri808 · 3 years

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We’ll Take Back Heaven a Nalu Yakuza Au

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A loud slam of the organization’s front door caused Levy McGarden to pop her head out of her own office. Curious, she walked down the hallway and saw a light on in her boss’s, Lucy Heartfilia. Had the noise been Lucy returning? That was strange because it was too early for the woman to be back so soon. The party should have kept Lucy out of the office until morning. Levy knocked at the cracked door before entering.

“Lu, why are you here? Are you okay?” Levy quickly added when she saw her boss’s forehead leaning on the table. “Did you drink too much?”

“No… I ran into Natsu, and we had a fight,” Lucy answered without lifting her head. “He just makes me so angry sometimes, so I stormed out of there.”

“Aww, Lu.” Levy walked over and put a hand on her friend’s head. “I’m sorry.” Both Lucy and Natsu were childhood friends of hers, so she knew the history between them. It was just like a made for television movie plot and hard to stay neutral in at times because she loved them both. “Do you wanna talk about it? Need a drink?”

Having heard the loud noise, another associate Cana Alberona also came looking for the source and stumbled upon the beginnings of the conversation. “Did I hear the word drink?” She popped her head into the office. “Oh, baby what’s wrong??” She questioned at seeing Lucy upset. Cana quickly joined Levy next to their friend. “Who do I gotta kill?”

“It’s just Natsu,” Lucy mumbled. “So, no killing.”

“Oh… him.” Cana plopped her butt onto Lucy’s desk. “Ya sure? I bet I could get one of my girls to take him out of your misery.”

“He wouldn’t be interested,” Levy piped in.

“Right… he’s still—”

Lucy sat up groaning, cutting them off. “That’s enough. I really don’t wanna think about that shit right now.”

“Fine, fine, then drinks it is. Relax, babe,” Cana playfully pushed on Lucy’s shoulder before plopping off the desk. “Then you’re gonna dish about tonight.” Cana always kept a stock of liquors at her desk. So, she grabbed a bottle of high quality flavored junmai daiginjo sake, glasses and set the girls up for a gossiping session.

It was reasons like this that really spoke to the heart of their organization. Everyone in the top level of this girl’s gang had known each other from childhood or high school. They were close, a found family of sisters who all had one thing in common— a real dislike for Japan’s outdated notions of gendered norms, well that and a desire to make money. But not in a conventional way. None of them wanted to work a boring office job only to what, be subservient to the male status quo? No, thank you. So, it had been Lucy who’d first approached everyone with the idea of creating their own high-end crime organization. It was amusing at first to think about an all-girl gang similar to the Yakuza… Oh, they all knew why Lucy came up with the idea to spite Natsu and the Yakuza’s rules, but it was an appealing idea. Everyone except for Levy’s family had some kind of ties to the Yakuza, so they were in essence raised in the lifestyle without ever being able to be a part of it because of their sex.

Together they brought their strengths into play and under Lucy’s business savvy thanks to her father, within just a short couple of years they were on the road to making a real name for themselves. Levy McGarden was at the heart of the organization as a tech person, and her skills in computer language is the reason they’re able to control a massively successful money laundering operation. Cana Alberona had great people skills, so she handled the escort services. Another, Erza Scarlet was the security expert who oversaw anything to do with the protection of their assets and employees. She also kept contacts with law enforcement. Mira Strauss handled the bookkeeping and financial side, and finally Juvia Lockser managed their soapland operation. Lucy herself held everything together but was the face of the group when dealing with knew contacts and clientele. Six primary women running the organization with underlings or regular staff to manage, they were nicknamed the Yosei girls because of the various fairy-type tattoos they all had somewhere on their bodies. Lucy preferred not to show hers to outsiders, but it was a pair of fanciful fairy-like wings that took up a large portion of her upper back. Natsu used to call her his angel back in the day…

The three girls sat huddled around Lucy’s desk after Levy dragged over a couple extra chairs.

“Seriously?” Cana knocked back a shot of sake and planted it on the table. “So, you didn’t have a chance to hit any marks?”

“Nope.” Lucy sipped from her glass. “Sure, I talked to some people, but I never made it past my first cocktail. He even blocked me from getting some action tonight from the hot bartender.”

Cana cringed. “That’s even worse!”

Levy giggled at her friend, “of course, you’d take offense to that Cana instead of the job.”

“Well,” Cana shrugged nonchalantly, “girls gotta take care of needs too, right? And if he was hot, that’s a real shame.”

The comment sent both Levy and Lucy into a giggle fit. Lucy may have started this out irritated but leave it to her friends to bring her out of her despair.

“Oh,” Lucy sighed and finished her glass, “the guy Loke was a total playboy too. Perfect for a no strings attached night.”

“Loke?” Cana questioned. “Orange hair and glasses?”

“You know him?— of course, you know him,” Lucy chuckled. “Why am I surprised.”

“I’ve seen him at other parties bartending. Flirts with all— the pretty girls. Very easy to get into bed, and not bad while in it. I got his number if you want it.”

“Natsu scared him pretty bad. I think Loke recognized him.”

“Hmm, that’s possible too. But hey, what Natsu doesn’t know…”

“Oh, my Kami, Cana! You are just too much sometimes!”

“Hey, just tryin’ to help out my bestie here,” she winked.

“Nah, I’m not in the mood tonight, Natsu really killed my joy.”

“He really thought that the guys there were gossiping about you?” Levy questioned. “Just because you didn’t have an escort?”

“Yeah, and you know even if he was right, he didn’t need to be a dick about it.”

Levy sighed, “he was probably right. It sucks, but that level of men, they look down on women like us. You provide a service, so to them they’re still using you which makes you beneath them.”

“And how dare a woman show up without a man by her side,” Cana rolled her eyes. “Oh well, less guilt for me when I’m taking their money,” she laughed.

Levy and Lucy laughed too, then Lucy raised a glass. “To taking their money! Cheers!”

“Cheers!” The girls clinked their glasses together and shot down their drinks.

“Speaking of escorts, how are things going Cana?” Lucy asked. They called their employees escorts because that’s the only service they provided. Think of them like high-end modern geisha without the traditional look. Their employed women provided companionship for events or business executives trying to look good and we’re trained well in hospitality, etiquette, and such to keep their dates happy. The women were highly compensated for what they did, so it was very lucrative for everyone. Sex was forbidden on the job and if a client ever tried to pressure an escort or roughed them up, they would be immediately barred from the service. However, if the infraction were bad enough, that’s when Erza would step in and handle things. The group was lucky this rarely took place because the male clientele they had wouldn’t want the shame of embarrassment either.

“Going great. We’re already getting booked up for the holidays and that still 4 months away. I guess they wanna make sure they can get certain girls before it’s too late.”

“Suckers.” Lucy snickered. “We’re using their own social norms against them, and they don’t even realize it.”

Between the three friends, they drank about half the bottle before slowing down. The conversation switched between work related topics, private lives, and back to Natsu until Lucy would switch the topic again. She knew of her buddy’s willful infatuation in her decades old battle with the man, but she just wasn’t in the mood to talk about it. Lucy still had a lot to process privately about the issues and though she loved Cana as a sister, Levy was the only one she’d really tell her deepest feelings to and now wasn’t the time to rehash anything. A few hours passed by when a knock at the door came. Another of their group was dropping by before heading out to work.

“Hey Juvia!” The three tipsy girls giggle at the same time.

“Wanna join us?” Cana questioned.

“Juvia would but she needs to check on Faerieland.”

“How is our soapland operation doing? Any problems I need to know about?” Lucy asked Juvia. The Faerieland bathhouse was the lowest level of their operations since flesh services were considered distasteful. But nevertheless, it was a highly profitable and legal one. What set them apart from all the others was the high-end quality of services offered to guests, providing both male and/or female “bathers” that clients could pay extra for to have a sexual experience. However, for that service, the client was required to be vetted by an inhouse doctor prior to a booking to make sure they were free of STD’s. Again, that was just one reason Faerieland was considered so high end and very exclusive. Some might have found it inconvenient, but most of the regulars appreciated the health factor. It’s what kept them coming back. All the employed bathers were screened regularly by an in-house doctor, and contrary to societal belief, were there by their own choice. So, the combination of anonymity, safety, and level of service kept the soapland business running with very little down times in between.

Juvia shook her head. “No problems, just busy due to the heat this time of year. Private bookings are scheduled out into next month.”

“That’s good to hear,” Levy smiled. “It’s nice that things have been running so smoothly.”

“Agreed,” Cana and Lucy chimed in.

“There is one thing Juvia should tell Lucy.” Her voice lowered, hesitant. “Mr. Natsu has an appointment booked for the end of the month. And he… just made it tonight.”

Lucy rolled her eyes and her voice dripped with irritation. “So, who’d he sign up to bang?”

“Nobody. Mr. Natsu only booked the deluxe bath and massage package. No sex.”

“Oh—” Lucy caught her surprise before she could show it, waving her hand nonchalantly as if she didn’t care. “W-well good for him. Not that I care if we’re making money of it.”

“Juvia is so relieved! She was worried you wouldn’t like him using our bath house.”

“It’s rare that he does,” Cana tapped her chin. “Hmmm, I wonder why he made the appointment tonight of all days…”

Levy slapped Cana on the arm, glaring at the woman to behave and Juvia just stood there wide-eyed and confused.

“What?!” Cana laughed. “I thought it was funny.”

“Ha-Ha,” Lucy mocked Cana. “What Natsu does is his own business and it’s not like he was trying to relieve himself tonight, the appointment is what, two and half weeks or so away? I’m not gonna lose sleep over it.”

“Okay… Juvia is confused but needs to go. Someone can fill Juvia in tomorrow.”

“Sorry, Juvia,” Levy apologized for the others. “I’ll fill you in later. But don’t worry! Everything is okay.”

“That’s good. Well then. Goodnight, everyone!” Juvia waved as she left the office.

“Goodnight!” The three waved.

“Cana,” Lucy reignited the debated now that Juvia was gone. “I don’t care if Natsu sleeps with other women, how can I when I have no problem sleeping with other men. We’re not a couple. But what does irritate me is that of all the bathhouses to choose, why mine??”

“It’s probably because of our services…” Levy threw in to diffuse the tension. “We do provide the best.”

“Yeah, I know,” Lucy sighed, “it just— it feels like he’s doing it on purpose.”

“You know I’m just teasing you, Lucy.” Cana retorted. “But I think you’re also reading too much into it. He’s a guy and history has shown a clueless one when it comes to women, so I doubt he’s masterminded going to the bathhouse as a way to irritate you.”

Lucy exhaled. “You guys are probably right. I guess I’m just still too wound up because of the party.”

“Maybe what you need to do is to unwind Lu,” Levy suggested.

Lucy sat back for a moment mulling over the idea. Yeah, maybe she should. It sure as hell wouldn’t hurt. Maybe let off some steam and stop thinking about Natsu, and a one-night fling could do just that. “You know what…” she turned to Cana with a new resolve. “What’s Loke’s number?”

Cana whipped out her phone. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!”

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orangeoctopi7 · 3 years

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It’s Fine (It’s not fine)

@forduary week 1 is Hurt/Comfort. The one’s definitely more on the hurt side of things, but I promise there’s some comfort at the end!

Stanford Pines is six years old. He’s in his bedroom, reading quietly. He’s just getting to the climax of the adventure story he’s reading when his brother Stanley crashes into the room. It wouldn't normally be a problem, Ford is really good at tuning out the world around him while he reads, but Stan is complaining loudly.

“I’m booooooard!” The boy moans, grabbing onto the post of their bunk-bed and dangling off it dramatically.

“Whaddaya want me to do about it?” Ford asks in irritation, not looking up from his book.

“Let’s go play on the beach! Or go to the comic store! Or… or something!” Stan suggests. “Anything but just sit around here doin’ nothin’!”

It was a hot summer afternoon. Ford didn’t want to go down to the beach or the comic store when he knew for certain anywhere they went today was bound to be crowded with people. He just wanted to sit and read in his room and enjoy some time to himself.

“Can’t you go by yourself?”

“Are you kiddin’? Ma would throw a fit!”

Ford heaves a long-suffering sigh, places a bookmark to hold his place, and snaps his book shut before thumping it down on his bed.

“Well we don’t hafta go if ya don’t wanna.” Stan says lamely.

“It’s fine.” Ford assures him.

“Are you sure?”

“It’s fine.”

* * *

Stanford Pines is ten years old. He’s at recess, trying to lie low. Stan got held back for the whole half-hour because he’d been caught trying to sneak the class pet, a newt, into his backpack. This of course leaves Ford at the mercy of Crampelter and his thugs, who have little to no mercy on any given day.

“C’mon freak, fight back!” The towheaded bully taunts him, holding Ford back by the forehead as he tries to struggle past the blocking arm for his backpack, held just out of reach. “I know I seen you taking boxing lessons back at Mel’s Gym!”

“It’s ‘I saw’ or ‘I have seen’, and just b‘cuz I’m taking lessons doesn’t mean I’m stupid enough to pick a fight I know I can’t win!” Ford protests.

“Pfft, you’re no fun.” Crampelter scoffs, before grabbing onto one of Ford’s hands while he continues to reach vainly for his backpack. “But y’know what does sound fun?”

“Let go of me!”

“Seeing how flexible your extra fingers are!” Crampelter starts to push Ford’s pinky finger back with his thumb, stretching it to its limit.

“Stop it! That hurts!”

But Crampelter just keeps pushing and pushing until Ford is sure some tendons are going to pop, when a shrill whistle echoes across the playground.

“Hey! Crampelter! Drop the freak!” The teacher on recess watch commands.

The bully finally lets go, and Ford stumbles to the ground, holding his injured hand close to his body.

“Here, lemme look at that.” the teacher pulls Ford’s hand away to check it. “Eh, ‘snot bleeding or broken, you’re fine.”

As they walk back from school that afternoon, Stan rants over and over that Crampelter Will Not Get Away With This, plotting various methods of revenge, most of them too fanciful to ever come to fruition.

Ford is silent the whole time, his gaze turned towards his shoes.

“Hey.” Stan suddenly stops his ranting and places a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help.”

“It’s fine.” Ford mumbles.

“I promise I’ll try not to get held in for recess again.”

“I said it’s fine.” Ford assures him, knowing that hoping Stan won’t get held back from recess again is like hoping it won’t snow in January. Technically possible, but highly unlikely.

* * *

Stanford Pines is fourteen years old. He’s a freshman in highschool, and he and his brother are in detention after he was caught letting Stan look off his algebra test.

It’s not that Ford has anything against sharing his answers with his brother. It’s not like he has any sort of moral high-ground here. It’s just that Stan is always so carelessly obvious about it!

“I said I was sorry, alright!” Stan hisses at him, trying not to draw the teacher’s attention.

“We’re not in middle school anymore, these things actually go on our record now!” Ford hisses back. “You have to be more careful!”

“Well maybe if you would actually slip me your paper instead of making me crane my neck over your desk! Nobody’s gonna notice if you hand your test in two minutes before everyone else instead of five!”

“That’d be even more obvious! Maybe if you wore your glasses for once!”

“Maybe I would, if you could hold your own in a fight!”

“What does that even have to do with anything!?”

“You don’t wear glasses in a fight, genius! That’s just asking for them to get broken! And I know I’m always having to step in and save your skin, so why would I even bother wearing them in the first place?”

“Hey!” The teacher overseeing detention snaps at them. “No talking!”

The boys shut their yapps and go back to studying, or at least pretending to study.

“I’m sorry.” Stan murmurs, once he’s sure the teacher is no longer paying attention to them.

“It’s fine.” Ford grunts back.

* * *

Stanford Pines is 17 years old. He is begrudgingly walking down to the beach with his brother.

“C’mon Ford, it’s October, there’s only a few more days of weather nice enough to work on her left! And the dumb science fair isn’t until April!”

“I still have so much research to do before I can even start!” Ford complains. “Not to mention procuring parts, testing different models--”

“That all sounds like stuff you can do once it gets cold.”

“I should be in the building phase by then!”

“Alright, look,” Stan jabs a finger in his brother’s direction. “If you wanna spend the last few warm days of the year cooped up in the library, that’s your problem. But I’m gonna enjoy the sunshine and the beach, and finish fixin’ up the Stan’o’war. We’re so close, I can practically taste the treasure and babes!”

“...Fine.” Ford grumbles.

“No, no. You go do your nerd thing. I’ll put the finishing touches on this thing we’ve been working on together since we were pipsqueaks.”

“I said it’s fine.”

* * *

Stanford Pines is 17 years old. He’s just come back from the most humiliating moment of his life (thus far). He confronts his brother, the offending evidence crinkling in his clenched fist. Stan tries to play it off like it’s not a big deal. Like he expects his brother to say It’s Fine.

It is most definitely not fine.

* * *

Stanford Pines is 20 years old. He’s showing his new roommate around their humble apartment.

“I really ‘preciate this, Stanford.” Fiddleford McGucket tells him for the sixth time that day. “Most folks wouldn’t offer to put their TA up in their apartment, ‘specially not when you’re lucky ‘nough to get yer own place!”

“Well, I’ll be starting the Doctorate program myself, next year! That makes us equals, in my mind.” Ford says proudly. “And I’m happy for the company! The only reason I have the apartment to myself is because my last roommate and I parted over… differences.”

“Heh, you too, eh?” McGucket chuckles. “Least you weren’t kicked out, like I was!”

“Why were you kicked out?”

“Oh, several reasons. I think the robot in the kitchen was the straw that broke the camel’s back.”

Ford laughs. “Well, I for one would love to have a robot that does our dishes and cleans the counters.”

McGucket grins and leans against the table.. “See, I knew we’d make great roommates!”

Unfortunately, McGucket’s leaning is more than the wobbly table can take, and it tips over on its side, scattering textbooks and papers everywhere. The two friends begin cleaning up the mess, McGucket apologizing profusely.

They’ve almost finished putting everything back onto the table when Fiddleford picks up an old photo of two little boys standing before a derelict little boat.

“Well bless my soul! Is this you, Ford?”

Ford’s heart skips a beat. He hadn’t realized he left that photo lying on the table!

“Ah, yes, that’s me. That was the day I decided I wanted to be a researcher--”

“And lookit this little fellah next to ya!” Fiddleford interrupts Ford’s soliloquy. “He looks just like you! I can’t believe I’ve known you for three years, and you never told me you had a twin!”

“Er… it just-- it never came up.”

“How in tarnation does yer own twin brother never come up?” Fiddleford asks incredulously. “So, what’s his name?”

“Stanley and I are not on speaking terms.” Ford says stiffly. “I haven’t spoken to him since I was a teenager.”

A multitude of expressions dance across Fiddleford’s face before Ford can hope to interpret any of them. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He finally says.

“It’s fine.” Ford says tersely, snatching the photo back.

* * *

Stanford Pines is 21 years old. He’s trying to get a good night sleep before his first dissertation tomorrow.

Trying being the operative word.

The past year rooming with Fiddleford McGucket has been great, for the most part. Ford loves spending time with an intellectual equal. McGucket accepts all of Ford’s idiosyncrasies, and Ford accepts all those of his friend.

Well, almost all of them.

It didn’t take long after they started rooming together for Ford to realize one of the several reasons McGucket had been evicted from his last apartment had nothing to do with his penchant for robotics, and everything to do with his penchant for late-night banjo playing. As much as it cut into Ford’s sleep schedule, he didn’t have the heart to complain to his roommate about it. He knew he had plenty of his own bad habits that were difficult to deal with, like his coffee addiction, his antisocial behavior, his tendency to start a project and just leave it laying wherever he was around the apartment, and his few dozen subscriptions to cryptozoological newsletters.

The digital clock on Ford’s bedside table reads 2:20 AM when the music finally, thankfully stops. He sighs and turns over in his bed, hoping to finally fall asleep.

When he wakes in the morning, groggy as a hung-over sailor, Fiddleford at least has the decency to look apologetic.

“Sorry, did I keep ya up last night? I kinda got lost in the music an’ lost track of time.”

“It’s fine.” Ford mutters as he pours himself a large mug of the strongest coffee he can brew. This is the first roommate he’s gotten along with since… since he started college. He can put up with this.

“Well, if’n ya need me to, I can start headin’ up to the practice rooms in the assembly hall fer my jam sessions--”

“It’s fine.”

* * *

Stanford Pines is 31 years old. He’s spreading thick globs of slimy aloe vera on his hands. He’s been letting his muse take control of his body while he sleeps for about a week now. Bill says he’s not used to the limits of a physical human body. He’s injured Ford’s body just about every night so far, but last night, when he picked up the hot coffee pot by the pot instead of by the handle, was the worst by far.

“This keeps on happening, Bill. You need to be more careful.” He gently chides his muse.

“WELL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT’D HAPPEN? WHY DIDN’T THE IDIOT WHO DESIGNED THAT THING INSULATE THE WHOLE CONTAINER INSTEAD OF JUST THE HANDLE? YOU COULD DESIGN A COFFEE POT WAY MORE EFFICIENT THAN THAT!”

Ford smiles, blushing. “Perhaps I’ll get around to modifying it someday. But for now, as I was saying, could you please be more careful with my body at night?”

“HEY, YOU’RE ACTUALLY LUCKY THIS HAPPENED. IF I HADN’T DROPPED THAT POT, I WOULD’VE TRIED DRINKING IT THE SAME WAY I DO IN MY NORMAL FORM, AND THEN YOU’D PROBABLY BE BLIND. SO WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT IT, YOU SHOULD BE THANKING ME!”

Ford pales. “Er, perhaps I should help you practice using my body first, just to decrease the risk of that sort of thing.”

“OH, I’M SORRY! DO YOU NOT WANT MY HELP? DO YOU NOT WANT TO ACHIEVE GREATNESS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE?”

“No! No of course not! That’s not what I meant!”

“DON’T FORGET, I’M DOING THIS FOR YOU, SIXER! I’M AN AGELESS BEING OF PURE ENERGY! THE ONLY REASON I’M HELPING YOU SPEED UP THE PROCESS ON BUILDING THE PORTAL IS BECAUSE I KNOW HOW PATHETICALLY SHORT YOUR MORTAL LIFE IS. YOU’RE JUST GONNA HAVE TO TRUST ME. OR ARE A FEW BUMPS AND BRUISES TOO MUCH FOR YOU TO HANDLE?”

“Of course not! It’s fine! I’m fine!” Ford insists, finishing bandaging his burns.

* * *

Stanford Pines is… probably 45? He’s not quite sure. He’s lost track of time after traveling the multiverse for so long, especially after the Do-Over Dimension.

He’s making his way through a crowded alien market, hoping to find something he’ll be able to use in his Quantum Destabilizer, and also hoping not to be recognized by any bounty hunters. It’s annoying, having to wear a hood and goggles and mask everywhere he goes, but that’s just the way it has to be now.

It’s fine.

It’s only until he can complete the Quantum Destabilizer. After that… it didn’t matter what happened after that.

It’s fine.

* * *

Stanford Pines is 62 years old. He’s sitting in a hospital bed. Despite what that may suggest, his life has finally taken a turn for the better. Bill is gone, Weirdmaggeddon is over, and, miraculously, no one died. Stanley was going to be ok. The kids didn’t hate him. He’s achieved his goal of destroying Bill Cipher, and survived! He’s fine. They’re all incredibly, wonderfully, fine.

The doctor is giving his vitals one last check before officially discharging him from the hospital. It’s obvious that under normal circumstances, Ford would not be leaving the hospital any time soon, but thanks to the incredibly persistent insistence of his family, and the fact that the hospital is already absolutely filled to the brim with people who were injured during Weirdmageddon, and the fact that Stanford was instrumental in stopping Bill, they’re making an exception.

“Alright, you’re free to go!” The doctor finally says, handing his clipboard over to Ford to sign.

“Hooray!” Mabel cheers as her uncle signs his exit papers. “Now you’ll be able to help us set up for our birthday party!” She slings an arm around his neck to hug him, completely forgetting about the thin layer of bandages around his neck. Ford can’t suppress a yelp of pain.

Mabel reels back, hands flying to her mouth. “Ohmigosh, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine.” Ford forces a smile.

“I wasn’t thinking!”

“Mabel, really, it’s fine.”

“Ford.” Stan says firmly. Ford recognizes the expression on his face from the last few days. It’s the look he gets on his face when he’s remembering something painful. “You gotta stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” He asks, confused.

“Saying ‘It’s fine’ when it’s not.”

Ford raises an eyebrow. “Stanley, it was just an accident. It really is fine.”

“Oh, yeah, of course this was…” Stan stammers, apparently coming back to the moment. “Mabel’s not-- this was just an honest mistake. But you say… uh, or at least, you used to say that a lot. Even when I could tell it wasn’t really fine. You gotta stop that.”

Ford shifted in his bed uncomfortably. “I’m just being polite.”

“There are ways to say things aren’t fine while still being polite.” Dipper points out.

Ford can feel himself flush. “I’m not good at that. I always come off as rude… or angry.” Saying it’s fine is just easier. He can just move on and forget about it. Control his emotions. Remove them from the equation for the time being, process them later when he’s alone, so nobody gets hurt.

Stan takes a deep breath before he speaks again. “You just gotta trust us, that we’re not gonna leave you just ‘cuz you get angry sometimes.”

Is that really what he’s been afraid of this whole time? That certainly seems to be a part of it, but not the whole. All the same, he does at least feel that he can trust his family. And he can try to be more honest with them when something is bothering him.

“I think I can do that.” he says as he gets up from the hospital bed, ready to go home.

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whumpingcrow · 3 years

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Ink Poisoning - Chapter 1

Introduction

Surprise! A new story, new characters, inspired by all the lovely authors of tumblr who do BBU or WRU writing :) enjoy!!

CW: BBU and everything in relation to that, drugs/alcohol, party themes/setting, plane mention, college setting, breakup mention, tattooing/tattoo shop mentions (let me know if I missed anything!)

Nicko and Salem had never really been too close. They lived a few houses away from each other in high school, had some of the same classes, and were tied in with the same friend groups. They were friends, as much as you could be friends with someone you only hang out with cause they’re close by, but not close by any means. Salem felt a certain way about Nicko, he always had, a way that told him to keep himself a safe distance from him. Maybe it was his recklessness, the way he did awful, often mean, things seemingly on impulse, just because it popped into his head and he wanted to follow through. He was unreasonably harsh and manipulative and just attractive and charismatic enough to not suffer the repercussions.

Because of this, Salem wasn’t really entirely sure how he had ended up living with the kid in his last two years of college. Both him and Nicko had gotten into the state college and were both art majors (Nicko was in visual arts and Salem in music), so they had been around each other since they both moved into the dorms as smooth faced freshmen. Nicko was on the football team for the first year and a half, then he got kicked from the team. At that point he hadn’t spoken to Salem for a while, so he never figured out the real reason why. He heard gossip, that Nicko was caught doing drugs, that he had slept with the coach’s daughter, that he’d been fighting, but it was impossible to know if it was the truth. On one hand, Salem wouldn’t exactly be surprised if it was something like that, but on the other hand he didn’t want to believe that he was that bad. After that, he focused on his studies. Salem saw him around campus working in sketch books or on a canvas, sometimes he would show up to a class covered in paint and tired, like he’d been working on something all night. He was also doing an internship at a tattoo shop, he got paid a lot to stab people with needles, and he genuinely enjoyed it. Plus, Salem had seen some of the stuff he’d made, and he certainly had talent, even though he was sort of a dick.

During that time, freshman and sophomore year, Salem was pretty preoccupied in his own respects, so these were the only things he really knew about Nicko. Those two years had been difficult, looking back on it he was surprised he was able to pass all of his classes with what he had going on. There was a messy relationship, horrible breakup, and he used it mostly to put into his music. He wrote some of his best pieces about it, so in a way he was thankful. He was better off now, anyway.

Now, he and Nicko lived together off-campus, along with three other art majors who neither of them knew too well, but rent was cheaper with more people and they were easy enough to get along with. School was almost over, it was their last stretch of their senior year, and things were good. Salem’s future was looking promising, he’d already been speaking to different producers and composers who he’d been set up with by his teachers, as soon as he graduated he would have enough saved up to buy his own place, closer to where he would work, on his own. Life was so simple, Salem was happy and hopeful and for once, things made sense. He just had to get through winter break, then the last few grueling months would crawl by, and then he would be free.

But then winter break came and went, Salem went back north to visit his parents, and when he got back things suddenly got...complicated.

Nicko would insist over and over again to Salem that they had “talked about this!” and he tried to persuade him by saying “you said it could be cool!” every time they talked about it afterwards. Salem told him that bringing it up as a concept while they were getting drunk after midterms was not talking about it.

What happened was someone had read an article somewhere, maybe it was from a click bait thing on Instagram or a frightening news article on facebook, and had brought it up while they were all throwing back beers before they went out to their own respective parties. It was about something Salem had only heard hushed whispers about online, he wasn’t even sure how legit it was because of how rarely he heard about it: boxies. The word made him cringe every time one of them threw it out drunkenly, like it was something cute. If what Salem had heard about it was true, they were essentially criminals who were brainwashed (or trained, as they liked to call it to sound more appealing) instead of taking another sentence. Box Boys, Box Babes, they had more gross marketing names, all involving a box. Supposedly it was because they were notoriously shipped to you conveniently in a box right to your front porch, as if they were an Amazon package. Yes, living human beings stuffed inside of a box and left on your porch, just waiting to be let out so they can start doing whatever it is they’ve been retrained to do. And somehow it was all completely legal, if you did it through certain companies.

So, that’s what they’d been talking about, when Salem looked back on it, all he remembered from the conversation was something like:

“Dude, how the fuck is owning a boxie legal at all? I was just reading this article and-”

"Those are like, those servant things you order online or whatever? I've heard about those, I think."

“That’s not the point, Nicko. I’m talking about how it’s fucking crazy this is allowed.”

“I think it’s cool. I mean if it were me I’d rather get to live in a house as like...a maid or whatever than go to jail. Jail sucks. I dunno, I think it’s cool. What about you, Cobain?”

Salem hated when Nicko called him that, he’d been doing it since freshman year, when one of Salem’s songs was suddenly being passed around the school in a youtube video he’d forgotten he’d posted. Nicko told him that it was edgy, that he sounded like Kurt Cobain. That would have been fine, Salem really wouldn’t have cared, if Nicko hadn’t personally told him before how much he hated Nirvana, how the music sucked. So every time he used the nickname it was patronizing, a little stab at him.

Still, Salem merely looked up from his laptop, he was probably checking back on his flight information for going back home, maybe checking to see if his test scores were posted yet, and scowled at him. “Yeah, Picasso, I think that owning a person is super cool.” He’d been sarcastic, obviously so, and Nicko knew that.

And still, here he was, telling Salem that he’d “agreed” to getting this boxie. Salem would disagree every time, and Nicko would just roll his eyes and shrug his shoulders and he would get away with it. He was always getting away with shit, it was really starting to piss Salem off.

The day Salem got back from break it had been snowing. The drive back from the airport was stressful, it was late, Salem just wanted to go home and sleep. Going back to the town he grew up in was draining, sometimes. It reminded him of complicated times and hopelessness. He wanted to forget all about those feelings, things were going good, he could be hopeful now, and going back home made those feelings a little...muted, for a while. So he figured he’d go home, get into bed, sleep it off, and get back to being hopeful in the morning.

Only he couldn’t do that, because of course Nicko was having a party. He usually called it “having people over”, because he was trying to be an adult now and that’s what adults usually said, but when it consisted of beer pong and body shots that didn’t seem like the right term. The lawn was covered in cars, so was the driveway, so were both sides of the street directly outside. Salem had to park halfway down the block, get his suitcase and guitar, and walk down the street. To his own house. He wanted to break Nicko’s face.

When he walked into the house, the air was thick with smoke and reeked of pot and sweat and booze. The living room was mostly empty, Salem could see from the front door that almost everyone was in the kitchen playing some sort of drinking game or outside. The house was a mess, almost all the lights were off so Salem couldn’t see the full damage yet, but he could tell that he wasn’t going to like it when he did. He shuffled into the house, kicking away cups and bottles as he walked past them. Part of him wanted to just turn around and get back in his car and drive far away, never come back and never see Nicko or this shitty house again. But he had to stick to his plan, he had to play it safe here.

“Salem!” He snapped his head up, in the direction of the voice, sighing when he saw it was Nicko’s girlfriend, Aurora. Or Rory, as most people called her. She had dyed her hair a bright, shocking blue since Salem had last seen her, if he remembered correctly she had it a pale pink before. Her makeup was dark and heavy, like it usually was, making her eyes look all that more intense and striking. Except for right then, because she was very obviously high, her eyes hooded and lazy. She was sitting on the couch, a boy who looked a lot younger than her on his knees right in between her legs. He looked even more fucked up than she did, glaring hard at the floor and swaying slightly as she raked her fingers through his messy, dark hair. As Salem approached them, the kid flinched away from him and snapped his eyes up to look at him. He didn’t pay too much attention to him, too distracted by his anger. Rory had to shout over the music just a little when she started talking again. “I was wondering when you were gonna be back! How was your tri-”

“Where the fuck is Nicko?” He interrupted. His hand was tight around the handle to his guitar case, he could feel his heartbeat in his closed fist.

Rory gawked at him, then her crimson painted lips turned up into a lazy smile and she laughed. “Wow, someone’s in a mood,” she teased, “why don’t you have a drink? Calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down, Rory. Tell me where he fucking is!”

Rory turned her attention downwards, toward the rough looking boy on the floor in front of her. Salem followed her gaze, realizing that he was now shaking, pressing his thin frame against Rory’s leg like he couldn’t get close enough. He was looking at Salem’s shoes, his face twisted up in a nervous frown. Rory instantly leaned close to him, hands on his cheeks and lips against his jaw, saying something in a real low, soft voice. She was calming him down, soothing him, Salem noticed, because he had frightened him.

Salem realized, then, how angry he sounded, shouting and cursing, and he sighed to himself. He decided he’d be better off just going to bed, putting in earplugs and waiting until the morning to deal with the problem. It’s not like he’d really be able to fight Nicko anyway, he was so much taller and he’d been on the football team and honestly Salem just wasn’t equipped for fighting. So he turned away from both of them and made his way down the hallway, to his room. He locked his door and set his things down, then he promptly stripped down to his boxers and got into bed.

The next morning, Salem was surprised to wake up to a clean, quiet house. He walked down the hallway, expecting at any second to see all of the trash pushed into a corner somewhere, he didn’t think Nicko would have cleaned up himself, unprompted. But it was clean all the way through, and he was impressed when he walked into the living room and saw Nicko, decked out in all black clothes and black boots, relaxing on the couch with his keys clutched readily in his hands, like he was leaving. He was speechless, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he approached him.

“Morning, sleepy head,” Nicko teased, tilting his head back and looking him up and down, “how was your trip?”

“Uh...good.” Salem answered, voice still gruff from sleep.

“Morning, Salem!”

He turned to see Rory standing there in fishnets and an oversized hoodie, dramatically tall heels wrapped around her ankles, making Salem wonder how she was standing straight. One time, when Nicko was busy doing an art piece or working on school work, he couldn’t remember now, she and Salem had been in the kitchen alone and Rory told him that she liked to wear tall heels because Nicko likes when she’s short and it entertains her to bother him. She said the best part of her day sometimes is irritating Nicko.

Behind Rory, standing with his head dipped downwards and his shoulders slightly hunched, was the same scared looking kid from the night before. He was allowing Rory to pull him along by his wrist, focusing on his shiny black boots, ones that he looked rather unsteady in, like he wasn’t used to tall shoes. His thin, oversized black tee shirt hung off of one boney shoulder, showcasing a few tattoos up on his collar bone and neck. They looked fresh, like they were healing. After Salem scanned the rest of his body (why was he wearing shorts and a tee shirt!? It was snowing outside!), he had healing tattoos all over, scattered every few inches. Were they all new? Salem didn’t know much about tattooing, but he didn’t think that was safe.

Salem didn’t realize he’d been staring at him, silent, until Rory cleared her throat, redirecting his attention to her. “He’s cute, huh?” She smiled, smacking her gum at him. “Nicko picked out a good one.”

“I...What?” Salem muttered.

“Our boxie,” she explained, holding his limp arm up in the air and waving it a little, making the kid flinch hard, “You were looking at him. Isn’t he precious?”

Now, he was shrinking in on himself more, looking rather embarrassed and ashamed, his face hidden mostly by his floppy hair. Salem frowned at him, then at Rory, then at Nicko, who was smiling smugly.

“You didn’t.”

Nicko laughed at him, and thus began the famous “You said it would be cool” argument. Salem was so shocked in the moment he wasn’t able to form a proper argument, so Nicko took both Rory and the boxie out the door and into the snow with him.

So that’s when things got complicated. Well, not necessarily right away, but that was the thing that kickstarted it all. It was a total snowball effect, where one bad thing happens and it just gets worse and collects more velocity and severity the longer it goes on, until it’s huge and it can’t be stopped and it flattens a poor snowboarder or a small city. Salem had to finish school, he had to start living his life and building his career, he didn’t have time to worry about huge snowball problems. That could ruin everything, all of his hard work and pain would have been pointless. All because Nicko decided to get a fucking boxie.

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ryvgvji · 4 years

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its me again☺️! can you possibly write a reaction for nishinoya and tanaka where their s/o is more dominant and straightforward? bc other people be thinking im shy and gonna blush when anime characters look at me🙄 and your writing is like amazing, got me coming back for more!

i don't write for Tanaka but i do for Noya so i’ll use someone else instead of Noya. I'm sorry :(

(i apologize for any grammar errors.)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS ❤️ there will be a special coming up real soon

✰ characters: Yū Nishinoya, Kõtarõ Bokuto, Tendou Satori, Tobio Kageyama

✰ their reaction to their s/o bring naturally dominant and very straightforward/blunt

Nishinoya Yū

a bit surprised

he's never met anyone so straight to the point

when you had told them that you liked him and wanted to go on a date, he didn't expect it

but none the less, he was relieved that you did

“you wanna go on a date?” you asked him

there's no way that he could say no to you especially when he mutual feelings about you

you two decide to go after he finishes volleyball practice

you two decided to go to a cafe that was close by for some smoothies. “so how come you didn't say no?” you questioned Noya taking a sip of your drink. he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows. “because why not.” he shrugged. you could feel your lips tug into a smile.

“i like you too y/n,” he confessed. you almost choked on your drink. “for real? deadass?” Yū nodded his head, “for a while now too.” he stated. he told your free hand in his, looking into your eyes smiling brightly. “and i’m so happy that you asked me out because to be completely honest, i probably would've chickened out on asking you first.” he said sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“aw come here Noya!” you practically dragged him into a tight embrace. he hugged you back wrapping his arms around your body. when you guys finally decided that it was getting late, he offered to walk you home. happily, you accept. when you reached your house he popped the question you've been waiting for. “will you be my-” “YES!” you cut him off not waiting for him to finish. you hugged him and smiled. “i didn't even finish.” he chuckled. “doesn't matter. it's still a yes!”

Bokuto Kõtarõ

gets flustered easily

you'd tease him a lot whether

always telling him what you think about him and what you wanna do with him

you never seem to let him down

he loves the fact that you say what you think and don't hold back on the way that you feel

if you don't like something you speak up about it, he really admires that

“what about you Bokuto?” his messy-haired friend queried him. Bokuto hummed directing his attention to Kuroo who was looking back at him. “don’t you think that pda is something that should be done in public.” Bokuto had no idea what was going on but all he knows is that he could sit and watch you all day. “uh, yeah sure. i’m not sure man.” he dazed.

Kuroo was perplexed. why was Bokuto acting this way? was Bokuto’s mind was somewhere else. what had the guy so absent-minded? that was until he saw Bo looking his way. not at him exactly but behind him. when he twisted around he saw you, seated on the bleachers with your head in your phone. kinda reminded him of Kenma who always had his nose deep into his phone and switch. Kuroo decided that it would be only best if he invited you over to chat and giggle. “yo, y/n how bout you come chill with us.”

you walked over and took a seat across from the bed hair boy and owl boy. “how may help you annoying?” you slid your phone in your back pocket and focused your attention on him. “your boyfriend here said that pda is something that should be done in private. do you agree with us?” he cocked his eyebrow at you, wrapping his arm around Bokuto. you looked at your boyfriend who was already looking at you. “Bokuto don't act like you don't enjoy it. me and you both know that your lying. you love pda in public, especially when it leads to more pleasant things.” you clicking your tongue on the roof of your mouth. you saw the faint blush on his face. you crawled over to him and place a light kiss on his cheek before leaning towards his ear whispering, “it’s not good to lie Kõtarõ.”

Satori Tendou

he likes it

he really like how blunt you are

you let people know what's up and how you feel about them

that's what actually pulled him towards you

oh and don't even get me started in the dominant vibes that you radiate

he’s a sucker for it, whether it's in or out of bed, you really know how to rile him up

it was one of those days. Tendou has been acting like a tease the entire day. touching on your thigh, kissing your neck, grabbing your ass, kissing you deeply all of that goodie-goodie. you've told already before to stop being that you guys were out in public together and people could clearly see you two. but did he listen to you? he would kiss you ever harder or smack your ass anytime you said not to.

“Tendou, we're in the public, c’mon stop,” you said as you tried to pry his arms from around your waist. you guys were at the mall shopping and never once did Tendou detach himself from you. when you finally had enough, you drove back home with Tendou still touching on you. as soon as you both were inside you kissed him. you've been waiting too long for this. you take his clothes off leaving him bare in front of you. you pushed him down on the couch using your belt as handcuffs to put his behind his back.

you wasted no time in stripping down. you set yourself up on him before sinking down. you immediately felt him bottom out. “let's see how long you can last.” you smiled as you placed a light kiss on his lips. you started to ride him fast, not slowing down at all. Tendou could feel himself about to bust so quickly. “babe... i’m outta.” he panted. you kept riding him till you felt him twitch inside of you. you pulled yourself off of him. he shivered at the cool air that hit the tip. he was twitching against you. you waited until his breathing calmed. “why’d you stop?” he groaned. “this is your punishment babe. I'm not gonna let you cum that easily.”

Kageyama Tobio

he would get a bit flustered sometimes

you'd just say what you think and sometimes though things we're something that got him heated

his would stumble over his works after hearing what you just said

but none the less, he likes your straightforward personally

he's not one to beat around the bush in things

if something isn't right he would let you know, just like you do with him

there's no reason to feel like you can't speak your mind

your thoughts and feeling matter

“Kageyama, how come you don't have a girlfriend yet?” his head snaps in your direction with wide eyes. “u-uhh. i don't know.” he shrugged rubbing the back of his neck. he took a sip of his milk. “would you want one?” “um, I mean yeah, who wouldn't?” you smiled at him as you looked into his dark blue eyes. you reached over and pushed his hair from his face. “how about me?”

from then you and Tobio have bee dating. there were plenty of times where you would be super blunt about things and it would leave him in shock. “y/n don't you think Kageyama is hot.” Sugawara would nudge you with an elbow, nodding in the direction of your boyfriend. you could see the sweat dripping from his face each time that set and block the ball. oh was that a lovely sight to see. you felt butterflies in your stomach flutter.

“he’s more than hot he's sexy,” you say almost outta breath. Sugawara chuckles from your response. “wait no, he's daddy.” just then, the gym fell silent. everyone’s eyes are on you. well almost everyone, Kageyama didn't turn around. “oops...” you mentally smacked yourself. “Kageyama daddy? pfft!” Tsuki laughed, Yamaguchi, giggling behind him as well. “well, that's something.” Daichi said. “Alright, enough of that, water break and back to practice.” Coach Ukai announced. you took the opportunity to walk over to Tobio. “Kages. i’m sorry.” you explained to him. “are you always that blunt y/n?” you shrugged. “i wasn't lying tho.”

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theyscreamjade · 3 years

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Also, sorry if my request came off as "demanding" if you don’t feel like writing it that’s totally fine. 💜

Don’t Change Who You Are.

Let’s continue ~, YALL REALLY THOUGHT ID LEAVE YOU ON A CLIFFHANGER?!

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You arrived at the café where you’d usually meet a group of your friends before work. After seeking help from Neoma and a few recommendations from Mina as well, your whole demeanor changed. You no longer trained as hard, wore black or even baggy clothes, your attitude changed as well. You were no longer angry at the little things, or as cocky as you’d normally be during battles.

You walked into the café, holding a purse in your hand that held your boyfriend’s lunch and a few other things. You wore a tight pink dress with beige heels along with a fluffy jacket from the cold weather.

Upon the first reaction, Jade was quick to drop her jaw along with her phone. Kirishima soon followed before the whole table looked at you with astonishment. “.....What’s wrong?” You asked, worried.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” Jade asked, looking at you up and down. “It’s a dress...” you replied. Jade quickly snapped her head to Neoma and glared at her. “I’m gonna kick your ass..” “What?! Why?!” She cried out. “Yeah, Why Jade?!” You asked, looking at her confused.

“Because you were fine the way you are!” She said, looking back towards you. “I kind of like the new you,” Denki said before getting a charger plug popped into his mouth. “I don’t mind the change honey, I’m always all about it. This is just to...get someone’s attention but you already have.” She explained as you sat down.

“Then why is he so busy with that skank then? She’s been overstaying her welcome and it’s pushing me past my limit.” You confessed, anger boiling inside you.

“Have you thought to even confide in him?” Symphony signed, curiously before she sipped her smoothie. “I don’t do confining... it makes me feel weak.” You told them as Symphony sighed softly.

She pulled out her phone and typed quickly before playing an automated voice. “TELL HIM, HOW YOU FEEL!! HES A BLIND HOTHEAD YOU KNOW?!” Siri said before she looked back.

“I second that with Symph, Why didn’t you just talk to him? Tell him how you feel because he’s just going to keep doing it.” Jade soon added, looking at you.

You sighed and looked at the small group of people and a bird before you decided to give in. You needed to release some of this pent-up anger. After ordering a drink for the road, everyone soon started walking towards the main headquarters. It was time for the weekly meeting to talk about any new villains, what to watch out for, and others. Some would watch through their phones or laptop and others were able to just arrive at the large building.

When you walked in, everyone paused to look at you. It wasn’t even like you, while others stared, others began to mumble a bit. You recognized the spiky hair from a mile away as your legs began to move to him.

You were almost there when you spotted a white heeled boot, clock in beside before he turned around. You swayed your hips like Mina instructed and stood close to him. “Hey Baby~,” you said in a teasing tone. His eyebrow was raised immediately before he asked. “What the hell are you wearing?” He asked, confused.

“You like it? It’s a dress..” you said, smiling before you handed him his lunch you made for him. “I brought you lunch, I hope y-“

“Oh, I already brought him lunch. Don’t worry about it, I’m sure you’d like to keep it.” The girl commented as your grip tightened. “Considering, he’s my boyfriend and all. I was hoping. He’d like to take mine, I know how much he loves his spicy curry.” You responded, trying to keep your anger together.

“I could’ve sworn that he was sin-“ gravity suddenly dropped as Jade quickly made a shield around everyone. “He’s not single, you fucking skank.” You finally said as she glared towards you.

“How sad, I guess you're acting like me just to get his attention. If he’s yours? Why would you try to be like me?!” She asked, stepping back as she activated her quirk. Those were fighting stances, you didn’t care what she said. She activated her quirk and got into a stance. You shoved the lunch into Neoma’s hand and made a jump for it as Bakugo caught you mid-air.

“Okay. Guys, let’s take a deep breath and calm down.” Neoma began to suggest as the sidekick rolled her eyes. “We can start by you shutting up.” She responded before everyone paused. “Oh shit.” Symphony signed, her eyes growing big.

“Why don’t we have a chat?” Jade suggested, grabbing the girl by her costume. “I’m going to teach you a few lessons about relationships and how you talk to Pro-Hero’s, you fucking sidekick.” She said, trying to hide her obvious annoyance while dragging her away. The group soon followed, trying to relax the angel-like hero from committing a huge sin...like murder.

Bakugo snatched you away from the large crowd and shut you both in a closet nearby. It was a large storage closet full of old things and cleaning supplies. “What the hell is up with you?” He asked, looking down at you.

That question alone, made your blood boil. “WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH ME?! WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH YOU?!” You screamed. “YOUVE BEEN PRANCING AROUND THIS BITCH WITH THAT SLUT ON YOUR FUCKING BACK 24/7! YOU HAVENT BEEN WITH ME IN TWO FUCKING WEEKS! AND EVERYTIME I TRY TO TALK TO YOU, ITS IVE GOTTA TRAIN HER THIS! AND I GOTTA WORK THAT! ALL THE FUCKING TIME! NOT ONLY THAT, COULD YOU SUGGEST TO THE BITCH TO GET SOME FUCKING BOUNDARIES?! SHES ALL OVER YOU AND ITS PISSING ME THE FUCK O-“ you gasped softly, feeling your body pinned against the locked door.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re jealous..” he grunted, a smirk forming on his face and a hardened bulge in his costume. You took a glance down to his pants before looking into his eyes, grabbing his shirt as you kissed him deeply.

His hands slammed against the door while you snatched the stupid dress from your body, breaking the zipper in the process. You had your costume here in the lockers so you could always just simply change here. Anger, jealousy, and lust swirled together made the room feel tense yet that tension was being released at the same time.

Your leg was lifted to his hip as his hand snaked to your ass, your arms wrapped around his neck while he bit and sucked your spot on your neck. Your head touched the door as his slams made the door shake.

Your moans gracefully slipped out without hesitation, you wanted her to hear just what he could do to you that she couldn’t have. You had to make sure she heard you.

Your noses touched each other as you and he stared into each other’s eyes, a smirk forming from your lips. “You’re such a show-off, babe, ~” he growled softly, pounding you harder, his grip getting tighter. “And you’re all fucking mine..” you responded to him, scratching his back.

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“Hey? Where’s Kacchan and Y/N?” Deku asked, looking around the room curiously. “They’re here, just not in here,” Jade explained, smiling innocently.

“That’s strange. I’ll go l-“ “I WOULDNT DO THAT..” she said quickly, standing up. “Why not, what are they doing?” Deku asked, curiously as Denki snickered softly.

“They’re having lunch. Bakugo wanted to have sandwiches so they went somewhere to make some.” Kirishima explained as Symphony slapped her head in annoyance.

“Why on e-“ “FUCK IT, I HAVE A SIDEKICK LOCKED IN MINETA’S APARTMENT!” Jade screamed as Deku paused. “What?!” He screamed as Ochacko stood up.

“Why did you put her there?!” Mina asked as Sero couldn’t help but laugh at the hilarious scene in his head. “He’s single, she’s single and desperate. I made a match in heaven.” Jade explained. “What the hell am I going to do with you...Let’s just begin.” Deku said, walking towards the projector.

A loud moan echoed from the hallway while Jade acted as if she was yawning. Neoma walked from the bathroom as Jade suddenly yelled at her. “Ah! There’s my bag!” Jade said as Neoma yelled. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” over your voice.

The one thing no one could block out that even Deku heard, was the infamous name of the hero that was getting you to your blissful climax.

“DYNAMIGHT!”

#why do i always do this #i need heeeeelp #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugo x black reader #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #mha x reader #mha femreader #im gonna go pray now.#ive done something #bakugo #dynamite #boom goes the dynamite

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ragingbookdragon · 4 years

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I Can’t Believe You’re Dating My Best Friend PT. 1

Batsis x Roy Harper (Arsenal) Story

Word Count: 3.5K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mature Themes

Author’s Note: I edited this so it reads better! Enjoy!- Thorne

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The shrill sound of her ringtone startled her from sleep, and she fumbled along the nightstand beside her for her phone; her thumb slid across the screen and she brought it to her ear, words still laced heavy with sleep. “Mmm…hello?”

A chuckle sounded from the line followed by someone asking, Are you still in bed, babe?

She groaned and rolled over, squinting at the alarm clock. “Boy-Toy, it’s nine A.M. on a Saturday. Yes. I’m still in bed.”

A slight pause came from the line then he muttered, …Well, I can’t say anything because I’m still in bed too.

“Okay, well I actually have a reason for sleeping in. I save Gotham all night. Staying up playing video games isn’t reason for sleeping in.” she retorted.

“I wasn’t playing video games all night! And I do too have a reason, (Y/N)!”

She hummed, feeling the amusement. “Hmm? And what’s that?”

…Uh…okay…I don’t have an actual reason for it.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and placed the phone down, laying back and stretching; she let out a groan as her bones popped, then picked up the phone.

That was a load groan babe. You alright?

“Yeah…just my body’s way of reminding me of how I spend my nights.”

With your legs wrapped around me? He flirted and she could practically see him waggling his brows.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “I’m hanging up now.”

Wait! I was just kidding! Sort of.

(Y/N) snorted. “You know, it's almost hilarious how easy it is to make you panic.”

You’re an evil woman.

She giggled and rolled out of her bed, moving to her bathroom. “I know.” She set the phone down and moved into her morning routine.

Am I coming over tonight?

(Y/N) paused as she was putting toothpaste on her toothbrush and looked at her phone. “I thought I was coming over there?”

Doesn’t matter where…so long as you do. He purred.

She grunted and shoved the toothbrush in her mouth. “The more sex jokes you make, the less I want to talk to you.”

You love me, babe.

She scoffed. “Jury’s still out on that one, Boy-Toy.”

I’m hurt, (Y/N). She grunted and began brushing her teeth, listening as he continued. Anyway…You came over here last week. We decided on me coming over this week.

(Y/N) spit into the sink, rinsing out her mouth. “You still have the key to the apartment in the east side?”

The one labeled…(Y/N)’s apartment?

She inhaled deeply and stared at the phone. “Yes Roy. The one labeled, ‘(Y/N)’s apartment’, would be the key I’m talking about.”

Why do I get the feeling that you’re exasperated right now?

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and picked up the phone, moving back to her bed. “I haven’t the faintest clue as to why you’d feel that way.”

Uh huh. Sure.

She smiled. “But to answer your question, yes, that is the key.”

So, what time do I need to be over there?

“I’m free all day, so get here early, and we can spend the day together.”

You aren’t worried about your family finding out about the two of us?

“I’m not the one who’s going to get beaten to a bloody pulp when my brothers find out who I’m dating. That’s a you problem.”

She heard Roy let out a sarcastic laugh. So much for we’re all in this together.

(Y/N) let out a laugh. “Get a move on, Wildcat.” She heard him shuffle around.

I’ll be over there in about an hour.

“Alright. Meet me at the boardwalk.”

Will do. Love you, (Y/N).

“Love you too, Roy. Be careful.”

(Y/N) hung up the phone and put it back on the charger, moving back into her bathroom to shower. Once she was finished, she pulled on a pair of jeans and her Gotham Blades hoodie, and left her room, descending the stairs into the breakfast room.

She stepped in, taking in the view of her family gathered around the breakfast table. She moved beside Alfred, kissing his cheek before moving to her father and doing the same; she took her seat between Jason and Tim. “Good morning family.”

She received various replies, and Jason looked at her. “Where are you going today, Princess?”

(Y/N) glanced at him and sipped on the coffee Alfred put in front of her. “Nowhere special. Just out and about.” He nodded and her phone buzzed; she looked at it and laughed quietly, shaking her head before shoving it in her pocket.

Someone hummed and she immediately scowled knowing it was Dick. “Jason. Was that a giggle she directed at her phone?”

Jason nodded at their eldest brother’s question. “I think it was, Dickie.” He leaned in. “Who’d you get a text from, Princess?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “None of your business. That’s who.”

Dick leaned across the table with a smirk. “Is it a boy?”

“Is it any of your business?” she retorted, glaring daggers at him.

Damian crossed his arms over his chest. “You seem very reluctant to answer the question, sister.”

(Y/N) sighed at her younger brother. “It’s just a friend, Damian.”

Tim snorted into his coffee cup. “No, it’s not. Not with that laugh you just gave.”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s just a friend and who he is, is none of your business.” She stood up. “So, leave it alone.” She walked around the table to her father, and leaned down, pressing a kiss to his cheek again. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

(Y/N) started making her way to the garage when she heard scraping chairs followed by scrambling feet. She turned as she was getting into her Camaro. “What the hell is wrong with you all?”

Jason stared at her. “What do you mean, ‘I’ll be back tomorrow’?”

She gestured vaguely with her hand, repeating, It means…I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“And where are you going to be?” Dick questioned, squeezing into the doorway beside Jason.

“Take a wild guess where I’m going to be all night, Dickie.” She smirked and gave them a wink as their eyes went wide; she climbed in the driver’s seat and turned the key in the ignition.

They ran over, standing on either side of the car; Jason tapped on the window. “Roll the window down, (Y/N). Now.”

She pulled a confused expression. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” She motioned to the glass, then her ears. “Sound-proof glass—can’t hear you!” His face pinched and she heard Dick tap on the other window.

“(Y/N), where are you going?!” he shouted.

Reaching up to the visor, she hit the button to open the garage, watching it fold up in front of her, and she looked over. “What was that?”

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING!” Dick shouted louder this time.

She pulled a mock look of concern and asked, “You don’t want me to call you all night?” She put a hand to her chest in hurt. “Dickie, that hurts my feelings that you don’t want your baby sister to call you! Especially since we talk every night!”

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I SAID!” he slapped the window to accentuate his point. “YOU KNOW THAT’S NOT WHAT I SA—"

“Don’t worry, I won’t!” (Y/N) waved and though they tried to stop her, she hit the accelerator and took off, hauling down and out of the gate, cackling the entire time.

***

The drive to the boardwalk went smoothly, save for the time she had to put on ‘do not disturb’ on her phone because her family wouldn’t leave her alone about where she was going. When she got to the boardwalk, she called Roy.

He picked up after a few rings. Hello?

“Where are you, Roy?”

Pulling into a parking spot. Where are you?

(Y/N) looked around, staring outside her windows. “In a Camaro.”

Roy sighed. Babe…do you know how many people drive Camaros in this state?

“Well…statistics show that eleven percent of people ages eighteen to twenty-nine drive Chevy’s. What percentage of those drivers are Camaro drivers, isn’t known.” She listened to Roy sigh again and she giggled. “Have you ever seen Transformers?”

Yeah...why?

“My Camaro looks like Bumblebee.”

She heard Roy slam his car door. Put your flashers on really quick. She did. Alright I see you. Be right there.

(Y/N) turned off the car and opened the door, sticking a foot out to prop it open while she pulled a piece of paper out and began jotting a few words down before sticking it on the console, her phone laying just next to it.

Someone opened the door from where it lay against her shin and asked, “What are you doing, babe?”

She snorted before opening her glove compartment and pulling out another cellphone. “Leaving my family a friendly note.”

“And what does this friendly note say?” Roy chuckled.

She climbed out of the car and shut the door with her hip then wound her arms around his middle, smiling, “Says, ‘Get a life and stop budding into mine, losers.’.”

Roy chuckled and wrapped an arm around her waist, the other resting on the top of the car as he leant her backwards against the door. “They’re not gonna have fun when they find out you ditched your phone and car.” He moved his lips against her jaw, pressing a kiss to her skin. “They’ll lose their only way to track you.”

“That sounds like their personal problem and not mine.” (Y/N) breathed, tipping her head ever so slightly for him.

The corner of Roy’s mouth rose, and he pressed one final kiss to the underside of her jaw before he pulled away, holding out a hand. “Well…since you’re not worried about the rest of the night…shall we go have some fun?”

She nodded and laced her fingers through his. “Where do you want to go?”

He hummed, eyes scanning the expanse of the boardwalk. “I could honestly eat right now…you?”

“Food sounds great.” She paused and looked at her phone. “There’s a Hard Rock Cafe a couple blocks from here. Want to go there?”

“Do they have burgers?”

“What do you mean, ‘do they have burgers’? It’s the Hard Rock Cafe. Of course, they have burgers.” Slowly, her face dropped, and she gaped at him. “…Don’t tell me you’ve never been to one.”

Roy gave her a weak smile. “Guilty.”

(Y/N)’s eyes went wide, and she started dragging Roy behind her. “I can’t believe you’ve never been to an HRC. It’s practically sacrilegious to live in the US and not eat there.” She tossed a look over her shoulder. “You’re an abomination, Roy Harper. A goddamn abomination.”

“And you’re dating this goddamn abomination.” He retorted with a smile. “So, what’s that say about you?”

“That I’m probably on the Highway to Hell. But if I’m going, I’ll go laughing.”

She watched Roy’s head tip back as he chuckled, then he glanced at her, wiping his eyes. “I swear you and him are just like each other.”

(Y/N)’s eyebrow rose. “Who? Jason?” He nodded and she grunted. “We are not alike.”

Roy pressed a kiss to her hand and grinned at her. “Oh, yes you are.”

She glared. “Agree to disagree.” Roy shook his head and let her lead them to the restaurant.

They’d gotten there rather early and being ahead of the lunch crowd meant they were seated in a decent spot. The waiter had given them their menus and walked off, leaving them to decide their orders and after about ten minutes, the restaurant had been hit with the first wave of lunch-goers.

Roy looked around at the families enjoying a nice Saturday lunch and murmured, “Pretty busy today, huh?”

(Y/N) didn’t draw her eyes from the menu as she replied, “It’s Saturday, Roy. Everyone’s out for the weekend.”

He merely hummed in response and glanced at the menu. “So…what’s good here?”

“Are you reading the menu, Roy?”

“Let me rephrase that,” he laughed. “What do you recommend?”

(Y/N) grinned and flipped her menu around. “Any of the burgers, but I usually get the Original Legendary with a Mango-Berry Cooler to drink.”

The drink sounded alcoholic and with a frown he started, “(Y/N), babe…you know I don’t—”

“The Mango-Berry Cooler is nonalcoholic.” She interrupted with a knowing stare and he shut his mouth; she smiled at him. “I wouldn’t drink in front of you like that. Or recommend an alcoholic drink, Roy. You know me better than that.”

He rubbed the back of his neck feeling rather foolish for thinking she would do something like that. “I know, (Y/N)…sorry.”

She waved him off. “Don’t worry about it.” Taking his hand, she rubbed her calloused thumb over his knuckles. “I’m proud of your sobriety, Roy. I know it’s been a long road and it’ll always be one. But I’m here to support you. Always will be.” (Y/N) watched his face light up and she felt her heart flutter.

“Thank you, (Y/N). Really.”

Winking, she whispered, “Always.”

***

The server brought their food and they started eating but halfway through the meal, Roy happened to look out the window, and choked on his drink. (Y/N) put down her burger and leaned forward. “Oh my God. Are you okay, Roy?”

He coughed harshly and motioned to the window, spitting out, “B-Bro—thers!”

(Y/N)’s eyebrows drew together, and she glanced over her shoulder, and sure enough all four of her brothers were there in line; her eyes widened, and she put her head down. “Motherfucker!”

Roy tipped his hat down. “What are we gonna do?!”

She panicked for a second before waving a server over. “Yes miss? Is something wrong?”

Motioning to her brothers, she asked, “See those four boys over there?” His eyes flitted to them and he nodded. “Those are my brothers, and this boy here is my boyfriend…who also happens to be one of my brother’s best friends…and we also haven’t told them about us.” She smiled. “Do you get what I’m saying?”

He chuckled and nodded. “Yes, miss. If you’ll follow me, I can lead you to the back door.”

(Y/N) sighed, and somehow, they managed to make their way to the back exit without being seen. She turned to the server, pulling some money from her wallet, handing it to him. “Here’s two hundred…for the meal, tip, and the escape route.” He stared at the two hundred-dollar bills and she spoke again. “Do you have a piece of paper and a pen?” He nodded and handed it to her, watching as she jotted down some words.

She handed it to him. “Give that to them before they leave, would you?” He nodded again and she winked. “Thanks!” She took Roy’s hand and they sprinted out the backdoor, taking off back to the boardwalk to his car.

When they got there, they leaned against the hood of his car, catching their breaths. He motioned to her. “What did…you write…on that paper?”

(Y/N) let out a breathless giggle. “I wrote, ‘You’re getting colder, losers.’.”

The two of them started laughing and when they finally caught their breaths, he looked at her. “Wanna head to the apartment?” She nodded, and they got in his car.

***

The drive over wasn’t too far and when they got there, she collapsed onto the couch and groaned; (Y/N) felt him sit down beside her and she twisted her head up to look at him. He smiled down at her. “You good?”

She nodded and inched forward, resting her head in his lap. “Just tired.”

“Tired…or bored?” Roy snorted and (Y/N) laughed.

“Both?” He chuckled and they sat in silence for a while, Roy flipping through the channels on the TV. After about an hour, his phone rang; he picked it up and grimaced. “Who is it?” she asked.

“Your brother.”

“Which one?”

“Jaybird.”

(Y/N) motioned to the phone. “Put it on speaker and let me listen.”

He sighed and answered it, putting it on speaker. “Hello?”

Roy.

“Yes, Jaybird? What can I do for you?”

I thought I told you to stop calling me that.

Roy shrugged. “You did…but you aren’t here, so…” (Y/N) grinned at him.

Whatever jerk-off, it’s beside the point. Have you seen or heard from (Y/N)?

“Why? Is something wrong?”

She heard Jason sigh. We think she’s spending the night with a boy, but we can’t find her. She’s been giving us the slip all day.

Roy looked down at a grinning (Y/N), who was struggling to hold in her giggles. “Oh yeah? Master-Escape-Artist-Miss-Batgirl is giving y’all the slip? Who would’ve thought she was capable.”

Look smart-ass, have you seen her?

“Not today I haven’t.”

Damnit.

Roy smirked and looked at the phone. “Can I ask you a question, Jaybird?”

I’m seriously going to throat punch you if you call me that again.

“Uh huh, sure, but in all seriousness, why’re you so concerned about (Y/N)? She’s a grown woman—she can handle herself.”

Well for starters, she’s my baby sister. She’s not old enough to spend the night with a boy.

Roy laughed. “Dude, she’s twenty-two. She’s not the innocent little angel that the city of Gotham sees. Far from it in fact.”

There was a long pause and when Jason spoke again, he sounded suspicious. And how do you know that, Roy?

His eyes widened, and he glanced down at (Y/N). “Uh…I just…do?” Her eyes went wide at his response and she gaped at him, motioning to the phone; he muted it.

“Are you out of your goddamned mind, Roy?!”

He threw his hands up. “I panicked!”

“No fucking shit!” (Y/N) cradled her head in her hands. “Oh God, he’s gonna figure out its you.”

Roy whined. “No, he won’t.”

She opened her mouth to speak when Jason came back over the line, his voice quiet. I’m tracking your phone, Harper. Their eyes went wide, and they stared at the phone. If I get over there and I find (Y/N) with you…I’m gonna rip your spine out through your ass.

The line went dead, and they sat in silence for a few minutes, then she offered, “You wouldn’t happen to have your suit with you…would you?”

“Should I go put it on?”

(Y/N) nodded. “I think we should get out into the city…we’re in so much trouble now.” The two of them hurried into the master bedroom, shucking off their clothes to suit-up.

Roy stared shamelessly at her as she slipped her suit on. “Hey, Batgirl?”

She didn’t look at him as she pulled the zipper. “What?”

“Think we’re gonna get out of this alive?”

(Y/N) barked a laugh as she twist-locked her gloves in place. “Absolutely not. I assume that tonight, you’re going to get your ass kicked…repeatedly and I’m going to find myself the subject of unwanted lectures about dating brother’s best friends.”

Roy didn’t even seem fazed by it, nodding, “I figured that was what was going to happen.”

She nodded and walked over, wrapping her arms around his middle. “We’re in this together, Arsenal.” (Y/N) hummed and moved her hands to his butt, squeezing it. “Or should I say Ass-senal? You know what? I could just say ‘Arse-nal’ since ‘arse’ means ‘ass’.”

Roy reached behind him and grabbed her hands, walking her backwards until her she hit the wall; he brought her hands above her head and stood between her legs. “What is it with you and touching asses?”

She stared up at him with an eyebrow arched. “Was that rhetorical? Or do you actually want my answer?” Roy chuckled at her and she continued. “I mean I like touching your ass.” She leaned as much as she could and glanced at it before moving back to him. “It’s a nice ass. Nicer than Wally’s even.”

The hands around her wrists tightened ever so slightly. “Have you been touching Wally’s ass?”

(Y/N) giggled. “I touch everyone’s ass. Especially nice ones. Like Wally’s.”

“Wha—Why?”

She shrugged. “If he’s a cutie, gotta tap that booty.” (Y/N) watched Roy’s contort and she burst into giggles. “Oh, your face was so worth that line.” His grip loosened, and she looked at him, then his hands moved to her haunches, hoisting her up against the wall; her legs went around his waist and she moved her arms to his neck. (Y/N) narrowed her eyes and smirked at him. “What’s wrong, Roy?”

He glared at her. “You really like walking the line don’t you, babe?”

She shrugged innocently, murmuring, “See Boy-Toy, it’s not so much walking the line as it is seeing just how far I can get before someone calls me out.”

Roy smirked at her. “Good thing I’m around to do it for you.” (Y/N) simply grinned at him and he leaned in, his lips brushing hers. “Think we have time to shake sheets?”

Before she could even response, the front door slammed shut, echoing through the apartment. “Roy! Where the fuck are you! I know you’re here!”

The two of them glanced towards the door and she muttered, “No, Roy…I don’t think we do.”

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