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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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Hello there. New follower here... I just saw your Law fic for your 555 milestone event and it was amazing. The next work of yours I read was also amazing. Your writing is superb and I can't wait to read your other works.

I wanted to congratulate you on 555+ followers, so, congrats! The event you put together looks like a lot of fun; I would like to make a request for it, but when I click on the rules link it brings me to your home page, so apologies if I'm doing it wrong. Call me out if I've done something incorrectly.

Could I please order a parfait, lollipop, and glazed donut with caramel and Poppy seeds with either Trafalgar Law or Suguru Geto (idk if you write for the latter, but either one is great). Thank you kindly for considering and congrats again :)

hi & welcome! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა ꕤ i'm rly happy you enjoy my work, i'm always striving to write immersive pieces for everyone to engage with! i chose geto for this one, since i haven't written a fic for him yet, so i hope i did him justice 😊 thanks so much for requesting 💛 also i meant to say this like last week, but thank you for letting me know about my rules link. i'm such an old-school tumblr user, i forget most ppl use the app so those links work best on desktop but i fixed everything now (i think lmao) but no you're fine! i had so much fun writing this.

3.3k words (i know, i got carried away), fem reader, smut + hurt/comfort, nsfw, 18+, mdni; reader has an established friendship w. geto (through gojo, ofc); very angsty, idk what came over me but that's the life of a writer yk; there's fluff if you ignore all the angst and drama in the beginning; reader is feisty but geto is in2 it; feat. a bit of blood (not too much), brief mention of masturbation, a crummy ex-bf, alcohol, and balcony sex -- gojo sort of makes an appearance but not really.

“you are terrifying and strange and beautiful, someone not everyone knows how to love.” — warsan shire

a small vinyl record player sits in the back corner of your living room, a melancholic song on repeat, permeating the air, suffocating you to no end. the record keeps skipping, but you can’t be bothered to change it. crushed rose petals sit in the palm of your hand, your fist still clenched tightly, your nails tearing through the petals, a musky, sweet scent wafting in the air — but you don’t think about any of that. you’d torn at the roses as soon as you got inside of your apartment; your left hand is cut from the thorns, the blood dried, the wound barely noticeable, while your right ripped the rose off each stem. fury sits in the pit of your stomach, bubbling menacingly as you continue to stare at the deep wine stain on the fluffy white rug in your living room.

a bottle of wine lays next to your feet, cold and solitary — like me, you tell yourself bitterly; you’ve yet to pick it up, fearing you’ll cause more damage by throwing it at the wall and knocking off the picture frames that hang neatly. you clench your teeth so hard your jaw aches, but you don’t feel it — how can you, when just hours prior you were told, very publicly, that you’re an insensitive, unfeeling, bitch.

your throat is raw from how much you yelled after that, your eyes sting from unshed tears — if you cry, he wins; if you cry, you’ll come off as weak; if you cry, then it means you cared more than you said you did. you made sure to laugh in his face loudly, to strategically flip your blown out hair over your shoulder, to smirk at his date before stealing a chocolate covered strawberry off her plate — fiancée, you remind yourself for the tenth time — before strutting off.

each step you took hurt more than the last, but you walked with confidence, your head held high, and took a cab back home. the roses were a gift from an admirer — the anonymous kind, someone who clearly knows you but you don’t know them. you feel bad for destroying them, feel bad for knocking over the wine after having a few glasses, and feel bad that you’re sitting alone, filled with emptiness and regret.

you grab your phone and call gojo satoru — a good friend with bad timing and even worse tact — it rings for a long time before going to voicemail; his voice is saccharine, annoyingly coy, and overall obnoxious. for some reason, it pisses you off. your anger comes to a boiling point and you lash out.

“first of all, you’re the absolute worst,” you say loudly, the words like ash on your tongue, guilt plaguing you as you glance around the room, eying the picture frames and various trinkets you collected with him over the year. you know it’s not gojo’s fault, he was looking out for you — he kept telling you to open your eyes, you just didn’t want to listen. you didn’t want to acknowledge that your boyfriend — now, ex-boyfriend — was cheating; but that’s not the story, now, is it?

he swore to you that you were his one and only, pledged his love more times than you could count, only to find out that you were actually the other woman in this equation — mistress, really — and you had no fucking idea. the truth sits in your chest, expands and then clamps tightly around your rib cage making it hard to breathe.

“you were right, satoru. so damn right, i’m so stupid, god.” you hang up after that, toss your phone onto the coffee table and stand up to stretch your legs. the rose petals fall from your hand and you sigh loudly, eyes glancing around at the mess you’ve made.

your heels lay abandoned by the front door and as you walk over to pick them up, the doorbell rings — loudly. a sigh coasts out of your mouth, and you call out, “i’m coming, damn!” because whoever’s at the door keeps ringing the damn bell. you forgot to lock the door earlier, so you yank it open, a scowl on your face, ready to curse whoever is interrupting your saturday night pityfest. when you realize who the stranger is, surprise takes hold of your face.

“suguru?” you blink, and blink, and blink. “what are you doing here?” any residual anger you have slowly seeps out of you in his presence. you’re not sure why, but he’s always had such a calming effect on you — something gojo likes to jokingly say is just the universe bringing two halves of a soul back together — you grip the door handle tightly, the memory of that conversation knocking into your chest repeatedly, a warmth spreading that you desperately try to snuff out.

“the one and only,” he says lightly, lips tilting upward in a slow, knowing smile. “you seem…,” he glances down at your left hand, notices the dried blood and frowns at the sight. “you need to clean that properly.” you open your mouth to tell him that it’s fine, that you’ll deal with it later, but geto is already making his way inside your apartment so you simply close the door behind him and lock it afterward.

you’re not sure why he rang the doorbell when both he and gojo have keys — in case of emergencies, gojo had said with a mischievous grin, twirling the key ring around his finger after he made the copies; you reluctantly let it slide, and while gojo tends to misuse the key, geto doesn’t — but you don’t question it. you rarely do when it comes to him. “it’s fine, really.” you’re the opposite of fine, but you do your best to put a brave face on, following after geto with light steps. “i’m capable of cleaning a tiny cut,” you huff when he ignores your words, moving swiftly into the bathroom as he rustles around the cabinet for your first aid kit.

“i’m well aware of your capabilities,” he glances over his shoulder at you before grabbing the small kit, “but everyone needs help every so often, right?” he doesn’t wait for you to answer, instead he motions for you to have a seat on the bathroom counter. you narrow your eyes but your night already spiraled hours ago, so you don’t see the harm in obliging him. geto takes a step back to give you room but crowds your space as soon as you hop on the counter. again, you realize, you can’t breathe; your face heats up and you swallow back a retort, unable to string words together properly as you shift to make yourself more comfortable.

geto is as unbothered as always, leaning forward to study you for a minute, dark eyes locked onto yours — expansive, startlingly clear despite, yet still elusive; you find yourself falling into them, drowning in its depths, perpetually shrouded in mystery — before blinking and releasing his invisible hold on you. inhaling deeply, you close your eyes and try to will your heart to stop beating so damn fast.

it’s not healthy, the way you easily allow him into your space, how quickly you’ve forgotten all your misfortunes; when his lips ghost along the curve of your ear, a shiver falls onto your spine, rippling and causing you to swallow hard. geto’s voice comes out softly, but his words ring in your ears loud enough to sober you up completely, stoking a small fire that you keep hidden deep inside of you, an infuriating ache traveling through you. “good girl, now let me see that hand.” he grins as you stumble over your words, fingers gently holding your hand as he checks for anything out of the ordinary. “care to explain?” he opens the kit and grabs an antiseptic wipe to clean off the blood.

your silence speaks volumes, but geto is patient, allowing you the space to speak your truth freely. you barely feel the sting when he presses down a little harder than necessary, but your lips part and words spill out of your mouth without restriction. “i…” you try your best to remember why exactly you grabbed the roses by the stem like that, “i was pissed off and the roses were right there.” geto clicks his tongue at you but doesn’t offer any scathing or chastising remarks.

“they were from satoru, actually,” he says while cleaning your wound; he’s gotten the blood off and brings your hand to the sink and holds it under running water. “he might be a little sad to know you destroyed them.” although, geto’s smile says otherwise; it’s hilarious to him. he told gojo not to get you the roses, but his best friend is wont to do as he pleases whenever his whims pass over him; gojo insisted that roses would make you feel better, but he knew if he signed the card, you’d throw them out immediately.

he was right.

“oh,” you look down at your hand, the one that ripped the petals to shreds, “not a big deal then.” your callous remark has geto’s shoulders shaking as he attempts to hold back a laugh; you eye him warily, but your lips twitch and you find yourself laughing right with him. it feels nice — freeing, even — and as he dries off your hand, you watch him work with precise, yet graceful movements. he handles you delicately, as if you’re too fragile for someone like him to touch, but you want to tell him that you can handle whatever it is he throws your way. the words die on your tongue, you swallow back your courage and allow cowardice to take over.

it only takes a few minutes, but he’s carefully applied ointment to your wound before wrapping it. you look at his handiwork, smiling to yourself as he washes his hands. “thanks.” your voice is quieter than usual, which has geto glancing at you out of the corner of his eyes. “i mean it, thank you.” his sudden presence was a welcomed sight.

“you’re welcome,” he takes a step back to really look at you, “satoru told me about…well, you know, so i came to check on you.” which was mostly the truth; he also just needed to see for himself if you were actually trying to get over your ex, or if you were going to go back to him just like you’ve done in the past.

“are you leaving already?” your question startles him and he does his best not to look too surprised.

“do you want me to?”

balling your hands into fists, you decide to take the plunge — to say the one thing you’ve been meaning to say since he stepped foot into your apartment. with a shake of your head, you look up at him, voice steady as you answer him. “no. stay.”

after ordering takeout and opening yet another bottle of wine, you both eat and drink your fill, laughing at various things — bad jokes, the terrible stain on your rug, the voicemail you left on gojo’s phone — and given how cool the weather was, you tug on his hand and lead him out to your balcony. you tell him the gritty truth — about how your ex tricked you, about how you caught him at your favorite restaurant, about how you knew something was off but didn’t want to admit it. he listens to all of that without much commentary, until he sees you grab the railing tightly.

it’s purely instinctual, he tells himself, the compulsion that suddenly takes hold of him; he wraps his arms around you snugly while standing behind you, his face nestled on the crook of your neck. you sigh and lean into his touch, and slowly let go of the railing. geto brushes his lips against the length of your neck before kissing it tentatively. a soft whimper slips out of your mouth when he kisses your neck again — and then again, and again. something tells you that you should slow things down, but you’re tired of thinking rationally, tired of doing things the “proper” way, tired of letting fate have its way with you.

the night sky is clear, the stars gleaming brightly; you attempt to find a familiar constellation but fail when you feel geto’s tongue flick against your skin. another shiver traipses down your back and he chuckles before pulling away. “i’ll tell you a story about the stars,” he says out of the blue, reaching a hand to point to a spot off to the right. he’s quite the animated orator, captivating you with his words — making you laugh at certain parts, although the story ends a little sadly. you ask him how he knows so much, and he tells you, candidly, that stars were the one constant he had in his life as a child.

you’re not sure why, but that revelation makes you turn around in his arms and lean forward; when you press your lips against his and kiss him, you feel like your heart will lunge out of your chest. he moves his lips against yours, slowly, at first, taking his time to taste you before slipping his tongue into your mouth. the kiss transforms quickly, going from exploratory to fervent, his tongue stroking yours hotly. your mind grows hazy with desire as your body arches against his, fingers clinging onto his shirt with need. you moan against his lips when his hand slides lower and he grabs your ass; already you can feel his cock press against you through his pants, goosebumps traveling down your arms as your hips eagerly rub against his.

a small — very, very small — voice in the back of his mind tells him that he should stop before it’s too late, that he shouldn’t indulge in a rebound-fuck, but he knows if he doesn’t see this through now, he might not ever have the chance again. little does he know, you were fully planning on seeking him out anyway, infinitely liking his company to everyone else’s in your life.

without thinking too much about it, geto picks you up, your dress riding up your thighs as your legs wrap around his waist. he groans into your mouth, pushes you against the wall and presses his stiff cock against your aching pussy. your hips jerk forward, a dampness you pointedly ignored earlier coming back in full force, reminding you of how much you want this. you pepper kisses along his sharp jaw, teeth nipping at the skin on his neck, your name a sinful whisper that tumbles off of his lips with ease. in between heated tongue kisses, you tell him about how much you need to feel him inside of you; he’d be a terrible friend if he didn’t fulfill that request for you, especially because he’s spent one too many nights angrily fisting his cock to the thought of you.

he unzips his pants and pulls his cock free, breathing uneven when he feels you rub your clothed pussy against it. he’s pretty sure he can cum just from that stimulation alone but knows it wouldn’t do to finish that early. normally, he has much more patience than this, but he’s found himself at his limit tonight, doesn’t flinch when he rips through your lace panties, his fingers stroke the folds of your pussy and you yelp at the contact. “d-don’t tease me,” you pant, arousal dripping along your slit, “please, suguru, i need you.” the urgency in your voice has him rubbing the thick head of his cock against your pussy, your hips bucking against him roughly.

geto chuckles at your impatience, although he’s not much better, angling his cock and inching his way inside of you without giving it a second thought. you moan loudly, fully aware that if your neighbors were to step out onto their balconies, they’d hear you; but you don’t care. all you want — all you need, rather — is him. this. the feeling of fullness finds you quickly, his hips snapping forward as he buries his cock into your tight cunt. you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on the dark strands as he kisses you again — sloppy and with tongue, his teeth trapping your bottom lip between them. the wall is hard, but you don’t care; you squeeze your legs, plush thighs pressing against him, driving him to pull back and snap his hips again, slamming his cock into deeply.

you’ve never been the religious sort, but you’d gladly pray to whatever altar built in geto suguru’s honor; the way his hips pound against yours mercilessly has you rolling your eyes back, as if you weren’t on the brink of tears over your loser of an ex a few hours earlier, making you forget all of your anger and sadness. he’s annoyed at how lackluster his imagination is — because there’s no way he could ever conjure up something as warm or tight as your pussy, the way it wraps around his length snugly, your arousal coating his cock with each thrust. he knows there’s no way you both can go back to just being friends after this, but he’s not worried about that. yet.

“fuck,” he rasps, voice low and husky, your hips rolling to meet his, stirring up an intense feeling — half fueled by mania and what he perceived to be unrequited feelings — that washes over him completely. he’s never felt this out of sorts, but everything with you is unpredictable. he’s not sure what it is, but he can never get enough of you, made only worse by the tantalizing way your pussy clenches around him. you tug on his hair roughly, almost as if to say yes. harder. faster. more, more, more.

his pace picks up, his strokes turning rough and feverish, his balls heavy as they slap against your ass. you cry out his name, yank on his hair again when he bites down on your neck, legs trembling as you try to hold out for as long as you can. he fucks you like you’ve always been his, like he wants to erase all the others from your memory; you gladly take each of his thrusts, enjoying the brief bouts of pain mixed with pleasure. if you’re honest, your ex never fucked you like this — like you mattered. a tear rolls down your cheek, one that geto licks away, making you shudder and kiss him tenderly in response. you can hardly breathe, but you somehow find a way, clinging onto the man before you as he powers into you — possessive, brutish, and addicting.

“ah, suguru, i’m—” your cunt clenches around him enough to push him over the edge.

“go on,” he coos, kissing you over and over again, both of your lips swollen, “cum for me.” it’s all the instruction you need, your walls — soft and plush, gummy-like and a little treacherous — tighten and you buck your hips wildly, panting as you call out his name, loud enough you’re sure everyone in your apartment building can hear you. and you don’t really care; you realized this half-way through, that you’re so much more at ease, more like yourself whenever he’s around, so you let down your walls and give in a little. geto follows you shortly, his thrusts getting sloppy as he grinds his hips against yours, making you moan again, his lips latching onto your neck as he licks and kisses the skin there. his cum is hot and thick inside of your pussy, some of it spilling out once his hips finally slow down. you lean your head back against the wall, holding onto geto weakly, and laugh at how absurd your life has become.

“what’s so funny?” he asks once he catches his breath, amusement flitting across his face as he watches you.

“nothing,” you say, a small smile tugging on your lips, “just… i know my neighbors are probably so pissed at me right now.” you know you’ll hear about it tomorrow morning, but you don’t really care about that. you lean press your forehead against his and kiss him again, slowly and with purpose, hoping that geto will decide to stay around a little longer and tell you another story about the stars.

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rcksmith · 3 years

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The sin you make me commit. — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “omg i’ve been reading everything in ur acct, i love ur writing sm! could you do fluff 27 and smut 6 and 95 for five?”

“hello, love. can i request five hargreeves with fluff prompt 50 and smut prompt 54 if it's alright with you? thank you 💓”

Fluff prompts:

27. “It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

50. “She don’t compare to you. No one does.”

Smut prompts:

6. “do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

54. “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

95. “What are you doing in my bed?!”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Thank you for requests💖 I hope you guys like💖 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Resume: You're Diego's best friend, but Five desires you to much.

Couple: Five Hargreeves/Fem!Reader.

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, dirty talk, fluff too. Smut smut.

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Liking Five Hargreeves was ... stressful. If you could define all the whirlwind of feelings and emotions, you would use that word. Okay, maybe you would use two words: stressful and exciting.

Exciting because Hargreeves looked like an angry young god. Always with a malicious smile, a penetrating look and an energy that made any environment submit to him. Everyone felt the intense vibration that emanated from every inch of that tall, slim and thin 28-year-old body.

The dark hair like sin and the white skin like alabaster brought a sublime contrast, making your mind sail through dangerous and turbulent waters. Everything about him turned you on like hell. The voice was hoarse and arrogant, the laughter boastful, the posture of all that tall body. It was too much for you.

But everything about him also stressed you out like hell. Five Hargreeves was unbearable. And just as he was aware that he possessed an overwhelming beauty, he also knew that he was exasperating. And Five don’t give a shit for it.

But it wasn't just the personality that took you seriously. It was the girls. Five had half the women of that city wrapped around him finger, at the mercy of whatever desire he had, giving himself up on a gold tray if he asked.

Jealousy. It was clear and perfect what you felt. Jealousy so visseral that you rolled your eyes every time you were in the Hargreeves' kitchen, drinking coffee with Allison and Diego, and you saw Five appear with a purple hickey on his neck.

You had to control every fiber of your being so as not to break the mug that you were holding, so strong that you squeezed the porcelain. It was unbearable. Unbearable because you wanted him madly. With every cell of your being.

It is unbearable because you couldn't have him.

Truth be told, an involvement with Five would cause a hubbub. You are a friend of Diego's for a long time. The two of you met at the police unit, when You were recruited after graduating from college at the age of 22. Diego had been assigned to be you partner and, although he was pissed off at first because he practically had to babysit, the two of you ended up becoming inseparable.

The years passed, the friendship became stronger and, when Diego was expelled from the police, you were there to help him in any way he needed. And that only boosted friendship even more. Diego Hargreeves was a strong, stubborn and very determined man. Somewhat possessive of the people he loved, since in childhood he never had many things to hold on to and love. So when any light went through the dark room that was his life, Diego clung to that light.

Because that, you know that any romantic involvement with any of Diego’s brothers would awaken the volcano in the knife man. He would be possessed if he found out that one of the brothers was fucking his best friend. Besides, unfortunately, Diego was smart and astute enough not to notice any changes from you with Five if you chose to do something hidden.

So it was better to avoid the drama.

But, avoiding the eruption Diego, was triggering an eruption within you. A very specific and atrocious fire.

And that was exactly what you were feeling right now. Seeing Five walking down the steps of the mansion, his hair disheveled, his clothes slightly rumpled and hickey marks around his neck. If that were not enough to denounce the wild night he had had, the woman who came down behind him would have been enough. Her black dress was wrinkled, her makeup smudged and she carried heels in her hands.

It inflated a colossal jealousy inside you, setting fire to all your nerve endings.

The girl was still beautiful. Stupidly beautiful. Even with the shambles of last night, her blond hair still retained its incandescent shine and her long catwalk legs were stunning.

You snorted, rolling your eyes and making your way back to the kitchen once again.

“I arrived.” You held out the bag of donuts to Diego, who hurriedly opened it.

“How much delay.” He grunted as he stuffed a donut in mouth and turned to the counter, returning with two mugs “Your coffee.”

It was a kind of ritual between the two of you. It started at the police station, when you were still working together, you offered donuts for him and Diego coffee for you. And as the years went by it ended up becoming a symbol of friendship. You brought the food and Diego the drink. Always.

When he was fired, the two of you moved the tradition to his home. That was when the Hargreeves brothers met you, and your presence at the mansion became so normal that you didn't even have to knock on the door anymore, just like Diego at your apartment. After four years of friendship, you and Diego were still there. Unshakable. And maybe that was one of the things that kept you from giving Five any openness too.

“Is it just me or are these donuts getting worse and worse?” Diego complained, and you rolled your eyes.

“You tell me that since our patrols.”

“Because it is true.” He stuffed another candy in his mouth.

“And you still eat all of them.”

“One day I'm going to make a machine donuts my bitch and make better donuts than these.”

You laughed and, when you answered, a blue flash flashed in the kitchen and Five Hargreeves was opening the refrigerator.

You held your breath.

“Don't you have anything decent to eat in this house?” Five grunted and turned to you and Diego, stopping eyes on the donuts

“Do not even think…”

Diego warned, but it was too late, Five had teleported to his brother and snatched the candy from his hand, taking a big bite.

“Bitch.” Diego grunted.

“Good morning, my dear brothers!” Klaus entered the room, smiling and covered in a black feather overcoat. “My brother's dear girlfriend.” He winked at you.

You choked on your coffee, or Diego, or both.

“She's not my girlfriend.” Diego defended himself.

“But I was not referring to you.” Klaus countered and this time it was Five who choked on a piece of donut.

You caught something in the air, something that went down your spine and injected an icy sensation into your heart. A feeling that there was something deeper in those words. Something you didn't know what it was about.

But from the way Five gave Klaus a look that contained the promise of apocalypse, you felt that the two brothers knew very well what it was about.

Diego frowned and looked at you, but you made a gesture with the shoulders and the eyebrows of someone who also didn't understand anything. Then he took it as just another one of the senseless things Klaus said and shrugged, turning to you again.

“Are you going to work on that case today?”

You agreed, drinking your coffee.

“Yes, I managed to find more clues about the dealer.”

“The ones in the alley, isn't it?”

You smiled, are nice and light the way Diego and you had the same line of reasoning, almost like an internal language. He could tell exactly what was going through your head. And all him siblings could see that, too.

Five could see that. And that was the main reason he fucked that blonde until he lost his mind. Discounting all the anger he had felt for months.

Five felt so wrong. So dirty. A bastard of the worst kind for lusting after his brother's best friend so... intensely. Only the devil knew how many times Five touched himself thinking of you, remembering your legs in that tight skirt and high heels, or the moments, like today, when you appeared with a white dress shirt, so tight that your breasts were so marked that it barely left work for the imagination.

Fucking hell! You are a fucking mirage!

“Exactly. I'll tell you later how it was today.”

You smiled at Diego and took your bag from the table, hanging it from the arm fold and drink the rest of your coffee.

Diego stuck another candy in his mouth and stretched his left hand towards you, saying with his mouth full:

“Your collar is crooked again.” He pointed and took his fingers to your collar, tidying up the white fabric

Five squeezed donut himself so tightly that he felt it break in his fingers. God! That was the worst part! When someone touched you. He knew that for Diego and you it was completely normal. Your friendship was very strong, but that didn't stop Five from burning inside.

“Thanks” You smiled and pulled a donut out for you while saying goodbye to everyone and left the mansion.

Diego left the kitchen seconds later, leaving only Klaus and Five there.

“If you made any move, she would be more with you.” Klaus scoffed as he pulled an orange juice.

Five rolled his eyes. Klaus was the only one who knew about his secret crush on you. It wasn't like he said it, but Klaus realized that he was looking at you much more closely, that he held breath when you were too close. And that he always drowned in a night of drinking and casual sex when he saw Diego much near you.

“Shut up.” He stuffed what was left of the candy in mouth.

“Why don't you talk to her? It's not like she's a seven-headed monster. ”

“She is Diego's best friend.” Five pointed out the obvious and Klaus shrugged.

“So? You two are adults, it’s not like you’re in high school.” He drank the juice “I bet Diego would fuck some of your a hottie’s friends if you had any. You two don't need him permission to have sex. ”

Five rolled his eyes.

“Even if I did that. And it doesn't mean that I will!” He pointed to his brother “But even if I did, Y/N never gave any indication that she wants anything.”

“Oh for god's sake” Klaus laughed “Didn't you notice how she looks at you? It is so intense. As if she was undressing you with eyes. It's very hot, actually. ”

Those words rang in Five's mind all day. All afternoon. Blundering any common sense he once had.

Was he so oblivious to your eyes? Five tried so hard not to catch fire when he was close to you that he might have missed the signs of how you felt.

What if he did make a move with you? What if you wanted that too?

It's not like Five wants to hurt Diego. Or if Five had chosen his brother's best friend just because he was a bastard. No, Five didn't wake up on a beautiful day and thought: “Hm, I'm going to fuck my brothe’s best friend.” Do not.

Five was human. And any human with good eyes and a little common sense would be overwhelmingly attracted to you. And besides, they were not children. Diego would be fine.

As Five placed a stone in the dilemma called “Diego”, a colossal wave of indecent images of you sank Five into the deepest ocean. Invading him entire system and injecting all those months of insane desire into his veins again. Now in full force.

Every night Five fucked senseless any woman, just to close his eyes and imagine that it was you. That it was your moans, that was your hot body, your broken kisses. So many months of high denial and physical torture would now explode like an atomic bomb in his system. It physically hurt not to touch you. It was like missing something he never had. Being addicted to a drug he had never tried.

But today Five was going to overdose.

It was one in the morning when Five Hargreeves made a decision. When his whole body burned with his own lustful desire, screaming for him to seek some relief. And it was one in the morning when Five teleported to your apartment, specifically in your bed.

Five didn't know what to expect by going there. He was so overwhelmed with his own emotions that he didn't stop to think about call you phone like a normal human being.

No. He needed to see you. Right now. A long time of self-denial mess a man's head.

Five Hargreeves considered himself to be a very articulate human being, a genius, unshakable. But as soon as he saw you come out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, he would never be able to say anything even if him life depended on it.

As soon as your eyes landed on you, you screamed, jumping two steps back and widening eyes.

“Five? My God, what a scare!” You tightened the towel around your body “What are you doing in my bed ?!”

He swallowed, mind too focused on you to think of any decent response. In fact, there was not one. Five was being as intrusive as possible, and he realized how much you messed with the reasoning in him. How much you messed up and played with him brain.

Five should have said something. Anything. But what he said was: “It's late. Shouldn’t you be asleep? ”

You laughed, a little shocked, a little puzzled.

“Answering my question with a question?" You laughed “Did you forget that I'm a cop?”

Oh no. He never forgot that. In fact, that title just made him want to turn you on your desk and fuck you until you shout him name. Five gave a smile at that thought.

"I needed to talk to you." Then he got up from the bed and went towards you.

Five noticed the exact moment when your breath evaporated. When your skin prickled, your chest rose and fell more intensely, pupils dilated. He was one inches away from your hot body when he saw the delicious blush spread over your angel cheeks. You had such a sweet face!

God, he wanted to break you!

"Wh-what did you want to talk to?" Your voice faltered, and Five realized that Klaus was right.

Oh yes, you wanted him too.

Five drew suspense, raising hand and brushing him fingers along your arm damp from the hot bath water, your skin crawling. You looked like a goddess like that. So disconcertingly beautiful.

"You are so Beautiful." He couldn't keep that thought to himself, and you blushed “I thought you were beautiful from the second I saw you.”

You lost your breath, clasping your hands on the towel, pressing it on your body, your fingers trembling just like your heart. Five's hand went up to your neck, touching your warm skin and running her palm up to your cheek.

“I have been wanting you for so long.”

“You do?” You sighed back, leaning over him touch.

“Every fucking day.”

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. Five found it funny, as if it were possible that there was some reality in which he didn't want you so badly. His touch on your skin became firmer, and he moved closer.

“Did you think I didn't want you?”

“Yes” You said “You never did anything, and you've always been with so many women.” Five noticed that you contained an eye roll “Like today's blonde.”

“She don’t compare to you. No one does.” Now he placed both hands on your cheek, gluing your two body, him height being much greater than you.

That seemed to be the right answer, because you responded by canceling the space between the two of you, sticking your mouth to his. Five sighed, as if he had taken water after years in the desert, pressing the touch. You tasted much better than he ever imagined, and when your tongue brushed him, he sighed again.

Five Hargreeves had all the women wrapped around his finger. But only you had he wrapped around your finger.

You put your hands up to his black hair, dropping the towel that collapsed on the floor. You thought that you would be the most anxious person there, that it was you who wished all this time with the greatest ardor. But Five proved you were wrong. The aching groan he gave when he touched your naked body was the greatest proof you needed to know that it was he who had been burning for months in a fierce fire.

Five memorized every bit of you as if it were going to be him favorite memory, rising his hands to your breasts and biting your lower lip as he squeezed your hot flesh. You groaned, or it was him. Or both.

“You are so fucking delicious.” He snarled in your mouth, dropping left hand down your belly, making you clasp your hands in him arms, needing more.

“F-five." You sighed, the core throbbing.

“Do you think of me when you touch yourself?” Five lowered his mouth to your ear, finding yours smooth folds and swallowing a snarl when he felt how wet you were.

"Y-yes." You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck and rummaging around in his hand, desperate.

"Oh, what a dirty little thing.” Then he stuck a finger in your slippery entrance, and you screamed out loud, sobbing and clenching your nails in his flesh. But as fast as he entered he left, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness and a loud grunt “Patience, doll.”

Five pulled you onto the bed, climbing on top of her and guiding you. You went, and followed the commands when he lay down and pulled your waist to him face.

“I need to taste you, doll.” His hands traveled to yours breasts and squeezed them, eliciting a loud groan from you as you shook your head. “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

"A-anything you want."

Those seemed like the right words, because Five snarled and stuck his hands on your hips, pulling you into him mouth. The warm lips grabbed your pulsing core, making you scream softly as he ate you like a hungry man. Five squeezed the ten fingers on your hips with absurd strength, leaving you not a single inch apart. He feast on your wet pussy, moaning against your necklace as you sobbed loudly and saw stars.

You dropped your hands into him black hair, curling your fingers as you arched your back, closing your eyes tightly as your mouth opened in a silent scream.

“Cum to me, baby.” Five snarled at her clit, and you couldn't control a desperate moan.

“Five!" You screamed when Five dipped his tongue inside you, activating your orgasms that came in long strokes, making you shiver in him mouth.

You don't have time to breathe, to reason, to get out of the cloudy wave of climax. Five pulled your hips to the side, throwing you on the bed and climbing onto his body like a hungry animal. He stuck his lips to yours, making you taste your own as you slid him hands down your thighs, pulling them to line up on him hips.

“F… five…” You gasped, sinking your nails into him back, following him mouth with yours when he pulled away, not letting the desperate kiss go away.

“Delicious little thing.” He snarled, dropping his hands to his belt as he quickly unbuttoned his pants.

Your hands went to him shirt, not having much patience to take care of each button, eventually pulling the cloth with both hands and breaking the remaining buttons.

“Someone here is desperate” Five scoffed, a malicious smile, but him hands worked so fast that you thought that if Five could now change his powers to make the clothes disappear, he would change without hesitation.

“Please." You pleaded, your eyes pleading to have it all.

Five snarled in an animalistic intonation, pulling his dick out of his underwear and lining up at your extremely wet entrance, going in at once, sinking to the bottom of the well, hitting his groin on your swollen clitoris.

You screamed, digging your nails into him skin and arching your back.

"Oh my God!” You moaned loudly, losing your breath for the strength that Five set up the thrusts.

He would hit your body on the bed, leaving you trapped between him body and the mattress, claiming everything that was yours as his. Five pulled a hand to your throat, squeezing there and sticking his mouth to the foot of your ear.

“It is not God, darling. It's me.” He snarled, hitting your walls more brutally.

The sounds in the room were purely pornographic, you and Five were moaning loudly, hitting the headboard against the wall aggressively and assiduously. You would definitely get a fine from the condo for the noise. But, fuck!

You brought your mouth up to Five's, swallowing him moans and muffling your own, wrapping your legs around him hips and pulling him deeper, hitting all yours hot, leaky walls.

Tears pooled in the corner of yours eyes, and Five felt himself ignite with that. He couldn't take much, fucking hell! You were fucking hot. Delicious.

"Such a good pussy!” He groaned on your lips, moving his fingers down to your clit and setting an intense rhythm, making your walls contract against his dick and you scream louder.

“I-I will… I will…!”

“You can cum, baby. I got you!” Five kept his movements and fingers on your clit, making you explode for the second time that night.

He pulled the air between his teeth as he felt your cum spread on his dick, sending all the rest of his sanity into space. Five stuck both hands on your hips, kneeling on the bed and fucking you with absurd force and brutality, shoving as deep as possible inside you and stopping there, pouring all the hot liquid into your deepest centimeter.

You sobbed, rummaging your hips slyly, making sure you took every last drop of it. Five let out a loud breath, coming back at you in breathless searches for air, allowing your hearts to calm down.

"Wow." You laughed softly, tiredly, and Five lifted his head and laughed softly.

“I have wanted this for so long.” He confessed, kissing you again just because he could, not leaving you yet.

“Diego is going to kill us.” You groaned, squinting.

"It will be our secret.” Five kissed down your neck, his hands roaming your body.

You sighed, your body relaxing in him hands. Five looked at you again before saying:

"So... do you want to have dinner with me tomorrow?"

You laughed out loud, putting your arms around him neck and nodding.

“Of course."

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falcqns · 3 years

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he's gone for good.

pairing: sub!Bucky x Reader

summary: Bucky informs you about Steve leaving.

warnings: angst, sub!Bucky, crying Bucky, mentions of violence.

a/n: hope you enjoy!

when you opened the door, and was greeted with a crying Bucky, you had no idea what to do.

you may had known Bucky for many years, but he was never open emotionally with you. in front of you, at least.

you two had met when you were studying abroad in Bucharest, and ended up moving in right beside him. you knew who he was right away, and you also knew that he was most likely on the run from HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D., so you never revealed that you knew who he was.

a week into living there, you found out he had nightmares, but it wasn't until a month later that you found the perfect cure for them, home cooked food.

you were up late doing some research for a paper, when you heard the beginnings of a nightmare. you usually heard the terror and scream filled ends, not the beginnings, but you listened anyways.

he was calling out for someone. it took you a few seconds to decode what and who he was calling out for, but when you realized, your heart broke for him. he was calling out for his mom. his calls became louder and more desperate, before coming to a head with a shout, then sobs of heartbreak. it made you think of your mom, hundreds of miles away. it wasn't until you remembered that he was born in 1917, so his mom was definitely dead, that you moved from your bed.

you ran into the kitchen and pulled out all the ingredients for some chocolate chip cookies. eating homemade cookies always soothed all your pain when you were little, and you didn't want to think about the kind of food HYDRA fed him on a daily basis, if they fed him at all. you also knew he most likely wasn't eating properly here, as you��d see him come back everyday with plums, along with some type of street food that he found.

didn't matter what the street food was, he always had plums accompanying it. a quick google search told you that plums helped improve memory, so that was that question answered. an hour later, and the cookies were done, and loaded into a spare Tupperware that you had lying around, with a note on top letting hi know that if he ever needed to talk, you were there.

you placed it outside his door, knocked, and retreated to your unit just in time. thanks to an abandoned body mirror that sat opposite the wall that separated the two units, you got to see the smile that spread on his face when he saw the cookies and read the letter.

after that day, it became tradition.

every time he would have a nightmare, you would give him some type of food. whether it was chicken parm, French onion soup, cookies, cake, donuts, or even chicken nuggets and fries that you Uber Eat’d from McDonalds, you always made sure he was comforted.

it wasn't until a month before you were due to move back to your home country that you saw him face to face for the first time. you were bringing him some white chocolate macadamia nut cookies when he opened the door. he had a coat, hat, and leather gloves on, indicating he was going out.

he smiled and blushed, before speaking. “so you're the lovely lady that cooks for me,” he said, and you laughed before handing him the container with cookies.

“yes I am. I just made some more, actually.” you said with a smile as he took the box from you, and looked inside.

“well, thank you doll. these look absolutely delicious, I can't wait to try them.” he said with a smile and you felt your cheeks heat up.

he placed the box down on the table next to the door, and turned back to you.

“well, I'll let you get on with your day,” you said, as you turned to head back to your unit.

“actually,” he said, and you turned to face him. “I was just going to go on a walk since it was my day off today. do you maybe want to come with me?” he asked, and you felt butterflies form in your stomach as you nodded.

“sure! just let me grab my coat.” you said.

then, just like the cooking, the afternoon walk became tradition. you two would walk and talk about anything. whether it be work, school, or building drama, you always had something to talk about.

on a certain walk through a quiet little park, he confessed who he was, and was surprised when all you said was “I know.” he’d asked if you were afraid, and you said no. he’d asked if you were planning on turning him in, and you also said no.

you’d explained that it was obvious that HYDRA had control of him, and that everyone deserved a second chance. after your little speech, he’d kissed you, and asked you out on a date. you'd accepted, and started dating after your first date.

then, he was captured by S.H.I.E.L.D.. the two of you had been at the market together when he saw a newspaper saying that he had killed King T’Chaka with a bomb at the UN. he swore, and dragged you home. the two of you blew past your unit, and headed into his where you were faced with Steve Rogers. this didn't surprise you, he'd told you what he could remember about Steve, and you were expecting him to show up eventually, you just weren't expecting it to be so soon.

you could hear someone else, Sam, over Steve’s comm, and realized that there were police here, to capture Bucky. upon hearing this, Bucky shoved you out of the apartment, and down the hallway, with Steve following. he’d led you to a back entrance that you didn't even know was there, and told you tp leave the building until everything was over.

he gave you one last hug and kiss, and your first ‘I love you’, and he was gone.

you hadn't heard from him for 2 years, when you got a letter from him. according to the letter he had been seeking refuge in Wakanda, and had been freed of the Winter Soldier. he invited you to come and visit, and you did. you got to watch him tend to his goats (which he named after every avenger, even Tony) and interact with the Wakandan people, and the children. who knew a former brainwashed HYDRA assassin could be so sweet with young children? definitely not you.

then, just as you were preparing to leave and look for a farm where Bucky could continue to raise his goats and be with you, King T’Challa came to Bucky and gifted him a new arm, and informed him of a new fight. Bucky had begged you to leave, but you wouldn't have it. you had been working out and training since the day that you watched him and Steve fight against the police in Bucharest, wanting nothing more than to run in there and protect him.

so, you fought. it felt surreal to you to be fighting with the Avengers beside you, although there was no place you’d rather be. in that moment, as you were racing towards those “space dogs”, as Rocket had called them at one point, you didn't care if you lived or died, won or lost. you only cared about fighting beside the love of your life.

watching that same love of your life fade away to dust in a beautiful Wakandan forest broke you in two. you had just gotten him back, and you’d lost him again. you were trapped in your own head for days, wishing to dust away like him, just to be with him.

before you knew it, 5 years had passed, and you had joined the remaining Avengers. how you went from studying abroad in Bucharest, to being an Avenger, you had no idea, but you were grateful nonetheless. when Steve, Natasha, and Scott approached you with the possibility that you would be able to get Bucky back, you instantly accepted.

you joined Tony, Steve and Scott, and helped Steve in the fight against himself. when Tony failed to get the Tesseract the first time, you joined them on their journey into 1970, and was blown away. it wasn't exactly the time that Bucky and Steve were from, but it kind of felt like it in a way, and you instantly felt closer to Bucky, although Steve had to stop you from going to find Bucky, who was coincidentally only a few kilometres away at that point in time.

you fought with Steve and the rest of the Avengers against Thanos, and almost fainted from happiness when you saw your Bucky walk through the portal and run into your arms. you, once again, fought with the Avengers and Bucky to defeat Thanos once and for all.

then, Tony snapped his fingers, and your whole world changed. you didn't know it at that particular moment, but it did.

you attended Tony's funeral, and you and Bucky went home. a few days later, Bucky and Sam went to see Steve off to return the stones. you had no idea why, according to Bruce it would take about 5 seconds, but Bucky insisted that he needed to go, and said that he was sorry he couldn't join you on an afternoon walk, your first one with him in over seven years.

but, then he showed up at the door, tears streaming from his steel blue eyes, his cheeks puffy, and the smallest of sobs escaping from his rosy lips, and you knew something went wrong.

you pulled him into your apartment, and wrapped your arms around him. he nuzzled his face into your neck, and sobbed freely.

“what happened?” you asked. “did something happen to Steve?” at the mention of his best friend, Bucky sobbed harder, and your question was answered, albeit silently.

you pulled him into the bedroom, and stripped him from his clothes. you’d never dealt with a sobbing and heartbroken Bucky in person before, so you just went with what felt right.

you instructed him softly to go lay on the bed, and he nodded. you laid down on your side, and pulled him to lay on your chest. as your hands ran through his hair that was starting to curl slightly, you tried again.

“can you tell me what happened, honey?”

Bucky sniffled a few times and sat up. you did the same, and he fiddled with his metal fingers while he talked.

“y’know yesterday when Steve and I went out for lunch?” he asked, and you nodded. “well, he told me about your journey back to the 1970′s with him.”

you furrowed your brow in confusion, but nodded. “I-i guess he was dodging some workers or something because he hid in an office, an office that happened to belong to Peggy Carter. he said that he saw her through the glass, and that he realized that he could have the life with her that he’d always wanted, the Pym Particles safe in his pocket. he knew that he had to come back and bring everyone back, but then he was going to go back.” you didn't know what to think. that wasn't the Steve that you knew, the Steve that you had become family with over those horrible and painful five years.

“when he told me, I didn't really think he was going to do it.” Bucky said, his voice shaking. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he rested his head against your chest.

“even when I watched him disappear on the tunnel platform I didn't believe it. then, he showed up again.” he said, almost whispering.

“he was old. like grey hair, wrinkles, all of it.” he managed to get out in between sobs that were growing louder. “t-thats when it hit me. that he left me, for he-” he tried to say, before his sobs started full force again, and you pulled him to lay on you. he had his head on your chest, and his body in between your legs.

his cries continued, and you knew there was no stopping them. he was heartbroken, and he had to work through his feelings, not ignore them.

he swallowed, and continued to explain. “he left me for the girl he kissed once. which is great, he deserves to be happy, but I need him. I'm finally completely free, and I don't have my childhood best friend anymore.” he sobbed out, and you started to rock your body slowly to soothe him.

you wanted to cry too. cry about the friend that you’d never get to see again, but you couldn't, not yet. Bucky was hurting way more than you were, and you could push your pain down until Bucky was okay. you cuddled him closer to you, and spoke into his hair.

“its okay, baby boy.” you said, and he nuzzled deeper into you, the stress and sadness melting away from his body. it would return later, but it was gone for the time being. he sighed in contentedness, and his tears slowly stopped. you kissed his forehead, and felt him smile.

you ran your hands through his locks for the millionth time, and hummed a slow tune to him to soothe him further. you felt his breathing even out, ad light snores escape his mouth, and you smiled.

at least for a while, he was at peace, a peace he hadn't had in a while.

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vendettaparker · 3 years

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I think the blurb request was:

Bucky x reader where they are best friends and she plays with his hair or braids it (depending on whether or not it’s his long or short hair) when he gets anxious or upset. Then someone walks in and looks at the two weirdly but the reader just glares at the person?

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a/n: hi love! so a few things, first off, I do vaguely remember this request and I have no idea how it got deleted from my inbox :( secondly, I’m an idiot and I forgot to read this all the way through and so I wrote it and it’s slightly different than the request. same concept, but the ending is a little different, I hope that’s okay! thank you for being so sweet and patient <3, love you dearly!

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It was insane how many times Bucky would bust into your room upset about something. Not many realized how much of a drama queen he could be. Some days it was something mundane, like Steve taking the last donut, or Sam not making enough coffee. Bucky was never mean or harsh, but he was shit at regulating his anxiousness. He’d let tiny things pile up all day until it only took something as simple as beating him in a video game to tick him off.

It started out one day after a serious mission, where Bucky broke his good arm and was constantly frustrated with being out two arms. In a fit of frustration, you sat with him on the couch and let him vent to you, and while you did so you ran your fingers through his hair as he talked, humming along to let him know you were listening.

Bucky quickly realized how much he liked your fingers running over his scalp.

One day when you were out on a mission and he stayed behind, Steve tried to substitute in for you when Bucky was getting anxious about why you weren’t back yet. But the feeling of Steve’s fingers on his head just make him more upset, and quite honestly, a little weirded out.

“I thought you liked that?!” Steve called after him as he stormed away.

“Not when it’s you!” Bucky yelled back, running off to his room to wait for you to come home.

Bucky moped in his bed for hours until you returned. When you finally got back, Steve told you how annoyed Bucky had been all day, so after you got into the shower and changed you went to his room to see if he was okay.

“Hey, Buck?” You knocked on his door, “Can I come in?”

Bucky sighed out of relief when he heard your voice, “Yeah.” He called, just as you opened the door.

You came and sat on the bed with him, “Are you feeling okay?” You asked, “Steve said you had a rough day.”

“I’m alright,” Bucky nodded, “just got so worried when you didn’t come back after a few hours.”

“Bucky,” You chuckled, “I was in Morocco, it takes a few hours to just get there.”

“I know,” Bucky whined, “I just got nervous.”

“Hm,” you hummed, “why don’t you tell me about your day?”

“Okay,” Bucky began, “so this morning Steve and I went for a run, and as usual he was like, twelve laps ahead of me. I hate when he does that, I wish he’d just run normally for once. Like I know he’s not a show-off, but it really fucking feels like he’s—” Bucky stopped when he noticed you didn’t make any moves towards his hair.

“What?”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Bucky asked.

“No?”

Bucky frowned, “Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure,” you nodded.

Bucky groaned loudly, “This is the worst day ever!” He yelled, “First, Steve beats me in running, then in arm wrestling, then you take forever to come back from your mission, and then Steve gets all weird and starts rubbing my head and now you’ve forgotten our special thing!”

“What special thing?” You played coy, though you were now realizing what it was Bucky was referring to.

“The hair!” Bucky cried, “The hair, goddammit!”

“Aw, You giggled, “I’m sorry, Buck. Go on, keep telling me about your day,” You said as you began to cart your fingers through his hair.

Bucky let out a deep sigh but continued telling you about his day.

“Aha!” Steve bust opened the door, “I knew you liked it!”

“Damn it!” Bucky groaned, running to chase Steve out of the room, “I said I didn’t like it when it was you!”

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charlotteswriting · 4 years

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how would thh cast comfort you // gn!reader -mod kaede

makoto naegi

—even though he's clueless, he'll do his best to cheer you up. his encouraging words already make you feel better, plus he'll hug you. i feel like he gives the best hugs, the hugs that makes you feel loved (i hc nagito and gonta too) he'll try to get anything you want, snacks, chocolate, candies, drinks. keyword, try. he's got like, $1, he can't buy you mcdonald's but still he passes the vibe check because he is so caring.

byakuya togami

—speaking of mcdonald's... he can and will buy you the whole company. that's it, i am out. well... he isn't the best at comforting people because he is blunt, but i feel like he'd show his love by actions, so he'll lend you his shoulder if you feel like crying. he won't complain about it but he might have a disgusted face the whole time. he is trying to get better

mondo owada

—because he doesn't want you to feel trapped inside, he'll take you out and you 2 will ride around the entire town. getting fresh air is always the best, isn't it? after the ride, he'd take you to a calming place to picnic and he would ask you what's wrong while resting his head on your lap. if it's a person bothering you, he'll get pissed at them but if it isn't, he'll be much calmer and try to come up with advice, though he isn't really good at it, he tries his best for u to feel better.

kiyotaka ishimaru

—taka might be dense at first but as soon as he notices your mood, he'll drop everything he has to do and will pay his whole attention to you. i headcanon taka likes to cook, so he'll cook with you or for you! he enjoys baking you cookies. he is actually good at giving advice, he's disappointed that you didn't come to him when you were bothered, he'll be there for you from now on and give you his love.

hifumi yamada

—i feel like hifumi would notice your bad mood but wouldn't know what to do, he'll try to crack jokes but he isn't the best joker around :'( if you have any shows you'd like to watch, he'll watch it with you and that'll be enough to cheer you up! but he talks a lot when watching, so you gotta bear with him. also man himself is comfortable like a pillow, so you can lay on him while watching it

leon kuwata

—he's bothered that you are upset, so he will do his best for you. taking you outside is one of things that comes to his mind first, walking in the streets while holding hands? yes. but if you feel like staying home, that's ok too! he is always down to cuddle. cuddle bug? cuddle bug. and yeah, he'll spoon you, so you don't feel alone.

yasuhiro hagakure

—oh no, it's so awkward. he isn't used to you being like this but he'll still try his best! another one that will take you to mcdonald's, he's a bit broke now, but who else is he going to spend his money on if it's not you? i feel like he'd joke around to lighten up your bad mood and tell you his whole life story. his memories are so terrifying that you eventually forget what's been bothering you. mission accomplished, but at what cost..? he is crying due to the nostalgia.

chihiro fujisaki

—at first he's like, is it me made you sad? :( you give him hugs all the time so it's time to payback! another one that gives the best hugs, they're so sweet. he will listen to every word you have to say patiently and at some point, he'll probably join you crying—if you aren't crying, well, he is crying alone. he'd play games with you until you are tired, it's him usually gets tired first. hearing his little snores in bed is already enough to make you smile. succeed!

kyoko kirigiri

—she can read people well, so she can say something's bothering you, so she'll be more affectionate than usual in return. kyoko will stay with you the whole time and listen to you without judging you, also i feel like she'd do some of your hobbies with you, so you'd feel better. in the end of the day, you know she believes you and it makes you feel better. kyoko will do your hair while you are ranting about your day. it comforts you.

sayaka maizono

—sayaka is geniunely sad, she cares so much. she'll take your hand and ask you if there's anything you'd want to do to feel better, she's down to anything, really. she's worried about your well being so much. like taka, she's a good cook, she'll spoil you a lot! she'll be affectionate the whole day and will not leave your side unless you are feeling better, afterwards, you tell her the reason of your sadness and she's like :0 then :( she is more clingy.

toko fukawa

—toko is aware you aren't feeling at your best, she wants to cheer you up but her low self-esteem doesn't let her. i think she's good at giving hugs, but they won't last long, because she thinks she's not respecting your boundaries. with short hugs and words that won't leave her lips, she isn't the type to comfort, but still just her presence itself helps you to feel better. she'll sit by you and will read with you, sometimes she'll even give you headpats. and i think that's really sweet.

sakura ogami

—i feel like sakura would immediately want to know the problem, so she can solve it. that would make you feel better, right? if you don't feel like talking about it yet, that's ok! she respects your privacy, but she won't leave you alone. she'd never when you are this upset! i think she'd carry you around with those big arms of hers, she knew you enjoyed a lot when she lifted you up or carried you in general. she gives good piggyback rides, too.

asahina aoi

—if you are upset, she's upset too. :( but still she's willing to make you feel better! she will want to talk about it, though that's only if you wanna. she'll take you the nearest donut shop and will buy you snacks as well when returning home. if there is no donut shop around, then she's more than excited to bake some with u! she's so passionate about it. you can't help but laugh at the way she fails baking, she is embarrassed about it but hey! at least you are smiling again

celestia ludenberg

—she knows you good enough to tell you are lying or not, pretending doesn't work on her, peace was never an option. celeste probably going to offer watching movies, i feel like she would like k-drama. also don't @ me but she will play uno with you, and no, don't try to change my mind. i also hc celeste likes birdwatching, there are many things in her mind to do with you. but if you don't like any of these things, she'll just shrug, giving in and joining you, staying with you the whole time.

mukuro ikusaba

—mukuro isn't great at comforting, but she'll not let you stay in a bad mood, either! she'd say you nicest things ever, probably about how much he admires you and stuff like that, well, she does. she is really embarrassed about showing affection, but still will embrace you, just like how you embraced her. will let you rest your head on her shoulder and you'll tell her about what's bothering you. the whole time she has a serious face but in mind she's forcing herself not to have a heart attack because of the closeness

junko enoshima

—now now, the only person she doesn't get bored around is upset? no, we can't have that. thanks to her analyst talent, she could already tell the problem and told mukuro to take care of it. while it's getting solved, she'll spend all of her time with you now! she'll tell you you're the best one around and you have no words for that because you know it's true. she's not the great comforter because her personality changes literally each second, but that's fine, too.

hey hey! this wasn't requested by anyone but still i felt like writing because i was kinda upset lately, and this idea popped out! anyway, hope you enjoy this! tomorrow, i'll be having my exams so i better get back to study :) i won't write for a week and few days but when i am done with them, i'll get back to writing requests immediately!! ily!!! 💖💕

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najatheangel · 3 years

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genre: fluff, drama, and comedy. high school au!

pairing: Choi San x Reader

author's note: apart of the Ateez Summer Collab hosted by @bangchan-fairy My first official posted collab please let me know what you guys think. Enjoy your summer! ✨

word count: 5.3k

summary: After slacking off junior year and struggling to juggle responsibilities, you're stuck retaking your math course in the summer. With your future on the line, you were stuck with San to work together with you so you both can pass this summer course as seniors. You two seem to have a hard time focusing on your studies. Is it because you don't understand the work or a certain someone that's distracting you

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Your stepmom Maria seemed to be very disappointed in you once again for letting her down this year. She had planned so many family trips, vacations, and hangouts for the whole family to enjoy this summer, but thanks to my failing this dumb math class, I have to be stuck in this school until July.

“You better be lucky I can afford for you to retake this class. Your reckless behavior has gone on long enough.” Your mom walks beside you upstairs inside Walnut Hills Highschool making sure you don’t skip out on the first day of summer school.

“Mom, you know you don’t have to walk me to class. I know what I’m doing!” You groan at her as she links her arms with you in the hallway.

“Clearly you don’t! If you did you wouldn’t be stuck here retaking this class. Now we’re almost there so keep your head high and lose the tude.”

There it was class 2A once again. This class was an absolute nightmare. I took a deep breath and slid the door open slowly with my eyes halfway open anxious to see who was sitting in the classroom.

“Welcome back miss Y/LN! Good seeing you again.” Mr. Harris said with a smile. This sucker, you had a love-hate relationship with Mr. Harris. You loved the fact that he was super nice and helpful when he was your English tutor freshman year, but you hated how he had a crush on your mom and how weird teacher-parent conference meetings would get when they would sneak off with each other in his office.

“Good morning Mr. Harris. Good seeing you again.” Your mom blushed to try to contain her excitement, but it was too obvious. “Anyways I’ll be heading my way out. She’s all yours for the summer.” Your mom gave you one last hug and kiss on the cheek before she left.

You sighed, rolling your eyes, fanning yourself already sweating from the classroom’s lack of cold air blowing. You complained again by saying.“Mr. Harris, are we staying in this room all summer? I’m sweating like a fat pig.”

“Unfortunately, yes. The PCs in the computer lab have been shut down and the school plans on replacing them with apple PCs by august. So these are the cards we’ve been dealt with. Let’s get started shall we.”

All the students in the classroom sighed, taking sips of their water bottles as Mr. Harris took attendance.

“Let’s see...We have Angela, Oliver, Chris, Yui, Y/N...Who’s missing? Choi San?”

“Here.” San slams the door open, arriving 20 minutes late with his chocolate milk in one hand and a glazed donut in the other. “Sorry Mr. Harris, I’ve overslept.”

Mr. Harris sighs, shaking his head, chuckling to calm himself down. “As expected. Just glad that you’re here, please have a seat.”

There was only one seat left which was in the front next to you and that would of course be his assigned seat for the rest of the summer.

You never heard much of San except everyone saying that he dropped out sophomore year.

You remember having a crush on him during freshman orientation when you both were shadowed by this kid named Lee Know. The whole time you were quiet, but you remembered staring at the handsome devil strutting in his uniform the whole time.

So to see him once again took you and everyone by surprise.

“Class, make sure you remember your partner’s name sitting next to you for this summer because you will work together in order to pass this class.”

“Say what?” You look over at San, who was making origami at his desk. “Good seeing again kid.” He smirks at you leaving you speechless. “Want a donut?” He reached out, handing a piece to you.

You were slamming your head on the desk thinking to yourself. “Mom, I know I promised I would finish this class, but I don’t know if I can...”

Mr. Harris had you paired up in groups of two to complete a series of word problems and online on this website called Pearson. On the bright side, walnut hills provided MacBooks for students that didn’t have their laptop, but of course, if they tried to watch Netflix, facetime with their friends, or search for something inappropriate, their laptop will be shut down for 24 hours until further notice.

The first two weeks were pretty quiet between you and San because both of you aren’t necessarily the best conversation starters and whenever San would ask you something it would only just help him cheat on an assignment or help him make up an excuse to skip class. Up until the third week hit you had enough of his excuses trying to avoid doing the work.

The third week you were assigned to work on three hours of pre-cal on the computer and you had the option to locate to a different classroom of course if you couldn’t focus in a cramped room full of sweaty students. So you and san decided to work in the math lab across from class 2A and try to work out a plan.

“Listen San I know this class is our worst enemy, but I promised my mom I would graduate next year and If I have to restart my junior year again I would die of embarrassment. So please try a little harder.” San sighs nodding to your proposal looking deeply into your eyes.

“Fine. I guess I’m in the same boat. I figured retaking junior year would make my mom mad too.” He reaches his hand shaking it with yours smiling.

Your heart starts pounding pretty fast as you're exchanging the agreement with San and you gaze your eyes back at the computer again clearing your throat.

“So, all we have to do is remember the methods Mr. Harris taught us and we'll be alright. What section are we on?” San scrolls through his laptop trying to login into his Pearson account. “I believe it's section 3.A. 20 questions which are due this Friday?! Man, Mr. Harris won’t give us a break.”

You giggled at his surprised reaction. Sometimes he can be soft which makes you melt inside even more. It made you wonder why he was always hanging around with the rebels with no future at school. Maybe life at home was rough and he didn’t have a lot of friends. All these questions were running through your head, which made you not realize that San suddenly moved closer to you.

“You need help with that problem? You were staring blankly at the screen for the past 10 minutes. Here let me show you how to do this.” San wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to writing the answer problem step by step to help you understand it better, but that wasn’t exactly helping.

All you were doing was admiring his beautiful face to face. It made you remember the first time you saw him with his glowing melon skin, sharp jawline, the way he can pull off a white collar and a striped tie it just seemed impossible.

On top of that his knowledge in math made him 10x more attractive, but you couldn’t understand why someone as brilliant and essential as him set himself up in the wrong crowd and stuck in this situation that cost him his high school diploma.

“So that’s how you get y= 18 + 15x. Any questions?” “Yeah, why the hell are you so fine. Forget Mr. Harris, you can be my tutor.” Would’ve sounded better in your head, but you accidentally said it out loud.

San looked at you with his eyes flashing open and then he burst out laughing. “Well Ms. Y/LN if I knew you were having this much fun, I would’ve signed up for this a long time ago.”

“Same here. You know I didn’t think math was your thing. How come you're so good at it?” He sighs, leaning looking up at the ceiling as his mood changes very quickly. “My dad is an entrepreneur and a CEO of his own company.

He’s very good at math so he taught me at an early age so someday I can take over his company someday. He’s never home at times either so I’m pretty much always helping my friends with their math homework as a side hustle.”

“That must be tiring. I know that must be a lot of pressure for a 17-year-old.” San nods his head in agreement and says “It is, but hey that’s what I’ve been dealing with all my life. We got to finish these questions so we can go home early.” With the both of you panicking you turn back to your computers finishing the last set of problems.

You were having so much fun at school with San that you forgot you had to make it to dinner on time with your wicked stepmother. Ever since you’ve started your sophomore year at Walnut Hills your father was keeping his dating life a secret until he unexpectedly announced that he wanted to marry Maria. Your dad was always the playboy so it always would irritate you whenever he brings another woman into the picture.

Your father planned on marrying Maria by the time you’ve graduated high school, but that all ended in tragedy when your father one day died in a car accident on the way to your volleyball game. This is why you quitted sports, fell out with your best friends, and flunked almost all your classes. Maria has always shown tough love even when your dad was around, but that’s because she never knew what it was like to raise children and she wanted to learn to become closer to your family, but your relationship with her was always rocky.

Arriving late at night you’ve run to your house sweating and panting to your angry stepmom in the kitchen tapping her foot.

“Y/N, do you know what time it is? School ended at 5. Why are you late for dinner? This better is good missy.” You caught your last breath and then rolled your eyes at Maria’s snarky comment. “Me and my partner in my class took longer than expected to finish our assignment. Sorry, okay?”

You’ve slammed your backpack on the back of your chair and grabbed a plate of yong chow rice to eat with your family. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me? I just asked a simple question. Don’t tell me your working with that Choi San guy?”

You shook your head as you started to feel yourself explode at the dinner table, but you let her finish. “I know that because Mr. Harris told me. Look all I’m saying is you better stay concentrated on getting out of summer school and don’t fool around with these boys. Got it?”

You’ve finally snapped and stood up slamming the table with your fists. “You know what, I don’t understand why you're nagging me about every little thing going on in my life. You can’t just be proud that I finished my assignments for this week. But, no you keep finding ways to complain to me about me not working hard enough or messing around. I’m getting really tired of it. That’s why I hate it here!”

“Y/N! Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you.” She followed you all the way upstairs until you closed the door and locked it in her face. You were too tired and frustrated to be dealing with her constant ranting so you’ve just sat in your room, put your AirPods on, and blocked her yelling from the background. “We’ll talk about this another day. Psh teenagers.”

For the rest of the night, you smush your face in your pillow crying yourself to sleep. You look back on the polaroids of your dad around your room and through your phone missing his presence in your home. “Dad, why did you leave me alone with her? If it was just the three of us, things would be so different. I miss you.”

Your partnership with San seemed to improve drastically which was surprising, to say the least. All the other kids in the class however didn’t seem to improve. Some were either cheating or missing the deadlines. Mr. Harris was not pleased by the results so he found other alternatives.

“You know what class, here’s what we’re about to do. To make this a lot more fun, how about we do class activities for extra credit. Since some of you are glued to your devices nowadays we can play games like Kahoot, Jenga, and Tetris to answer questions. I can even narrow down the questions on the assignments. How does that sound?” Everyone in class chants and cheers loving the idea which keeps them even more motivated to continue working.

“Alright everyone the games won’t start today, but next week. This is the last week of June and summer school so that means we’re halfway there from finishing. You cannot screw this up. Try acing this week’s quiz with 90% everyone or no games for those with below 70%. Got it?” “Yes, Mr. Harris!” You’ve become closer to the class since it was only nine of you, but your best friends are Angela, San, and Chris. The four of you stopped for ice cream after school to study for this week’s big math test that covered five sections.

“Gosh, Mr. Harris put 40 questions on the test! What the hell is he on crack?”

Everyone laughed at Chris complaining. He would always try to find shortcuts just so he can finish playing PubG, but he always ends up getting in trouble because he procrastinates too much. The only reason he’s somewhat doing well is because of his girlfriend Angela.

She was always a straight-A student and a bit of a geek at school, but outside of school, she was a baddie. She ended up having to retake pre-cal because she wanted to offer to help Chris with homework but ended up failing with him. “Oh hush it’s not even that bad. If you would’ve done those practice problems like you were told, you wouldn’t be complaining so much.” She slaps the back of Chris' head making him spat out his dip cone.

San looks at them admiring their silly dysfunctional relationship and then looks at you mesmerized. He leans in whispering in your ear saying “Why can’t we be more like them. They’re cute together.” You turned to him, slapping his shoulder softly giggling. “We shouldn’t. We agreed to only focus on school, remember?” He looks at you pouting “Does it have to be strictly about work? Like Mr. Harris said, we can have fun with it. We are partners after all.”

You look to the side trying to avoid his gaze as you take another spoonful of mint cocoa. With your sloppy spoonful of ice cream leftover on your face, San quickly grabbed a napkin from the table and whipped your face. “Be careful, you had a little mint chocolate on your face.” He kissed the side of your lips and smirked at you right afterward leaving everyone shocked.

“You guys are hot together.”

Chris with no filter shouted out leaving you a blushing mess. You quickly grabbed your ice cream and backpack as you heard your stepmom pulling up at the dairy parking lot. “You know what duty calls. I’ll meet you guys at the same time tomorrow at San’s place just like we planned. I gotta shave my legs. Later!” San wanted to grab your arm real quick to give you a proper goodbye, but you already beat him to it by sprinting to the car.

“Honey, why did you run in the car so fast? You would have finished your ice cream-”

“No time for that, just drive Mom.” Maria laughs looking at you covering your face with your cardigan and looking at San’s pouting face playing with his spoon he just ate from his ice cream. “Reminds me of the good old days when I was in high school.” Your stepmom cranked the engine and drove all the way home.

When you arrived home you flopped your body on your bed trying to focus on finishing studying for your test by yourself, but all your thinking about San’s kiss replaying in your head over and over again. “Ugh that San man, why did his lips have to be so soft? I'm supposed to be finding the formula for x, not the formula to get into San’s heart.” You’ve pulled out your laptop attempting to send an email to Mr. Harris said that you wanted to switch partners, but you prevent yourself from pressing send through your mouse.

“There’s no point. We only have four more weeks plus he would be upset if I do that. I just need to calm down.” You’ve closed out of your email tab and finished your homework sinking in your thoughts.

“Dad, hey it’s me again, I just wanted to leave a voicemail letting you know that later on today I’ll be bringing my friends over to work on studying for our big test. It would be nice for you to meet them, but of course, I know work is more important. Anyways please come visit again sometime soon. Love you, peace.” San sighs, hanging up the phone as he sets the table up getting ready for you, Angela, and Chris to come over. San has always learned to live basically on his own growing up.

His father is always running off on business trips, his mother left him at a young age to marry a wealthy man and his older brother was already out of the country to join the Navy. His brother was the only person he can count on for family events when it came to birthdays, Christmas, and even father’s day. At least his brother could attend and catch up with his crazy high school life.

Snapping out of his train of thoughts he opens the door as soon as he hears the doorbell ring. “Coming!” He fixed his Pikachu long sleeve and parted his hair before he opened the door. He was smiling so wide after seeing it was you, Angela and Chris.

“C'mon in you guys. Welcome to mi palacio. Let’s study in the living room.”

Everyone ran to the living room pleased with the smell of pina colada candles filling the house. You were shocked that San got to live in this huge nicely decorated home yet you seem to notice that his family is not present.

You see picture frames of him when he was younger in a monster inc sitting on the fountain at Disneyland.

There was also another cute family photo of San’s best friend named Wooyoung that he met since kindergarten, but sadly they ended up cutting ties since they went to different schools.

A picture that stood out from all of them was one of him sitting on his mom’s lap when he was five smiling super hard with his pretty white smile. You’ve never seen him smile that hard and you were always curious more about his past so the family photos have shown a nice glimpse into his past “Hey y/n cmon I made some ramen. We have to pull out the flashcards so we can study.” “W-wait, but your baby pictures I want!” “No time we can look at them later.”

He winks and gently holds your hand and walks downstairs with you.

“Here goes the love birds. We have to try San’s famous spicy ramen dish before it gets too cold.” Everyone sits down at the dinner table clasping their hands together ready to dig in until the door opens.

“Surprise brother! Sorry I’m late. Did I miss dinner?” San’s brother Jinhyuk walks in with veggie wraps and steak bulgogi in his hand. San runs up to his brother hugging him super tight happier to see that he finally made it home. “Guys this is my brother Jinhyuk. Jinhyuk this is Chris, Angela, and Y/N.”

Jinhyuk smiles at everyone greeting everyone. “So what’s been going on with you guys? I know you have been stuck in school together, but what have you guys been doing outside of school?” Angela started by saying “Well so far me and Chris have been seeing each other every day. We always go to the park or the carnival when we get the chance for dates. We have also been hanging out with these two right here.”

Chris joined in saying “Exactly right. You can say we’re like the Scooby-Doo gang of course without scooby.” San laughs adding on “No way you’re definitely Scooby. Angela is Velma, I’m Freddy, and Y/N is Daphne.” Everyone at the table laughed as they enjoyed San’s ramen catching up with each other.

Jinhyuk elbows you as he chats with you in the kitchen. “Hey, I noticed that you were sitting there staring at my brother. What’s going on with you two.” Your eyes flashed wide open as you were surprised by Jinhyk’s sudden question. You faced him scratching the back of your head not knowing how to answer his question. “Well, I honestly don’t know. I think he just likes teasing me. One minute he flirts with me, the next minute he treats me like one of the guys. My mom also doesn’t want me getting distracted so I’m trying to keep my distance.”

Jinhyuk laughs and then pets your head. “Well, you both already failed at keeping your distance. I think he likes you, but since you keep running away or avoiding him too much, he feels like he’s making you uncomfortable and that you strictly want to stay as friends. I wouldn’t give him the wrong idea to be upfront about how you feel about him. You got this kid.” He grabs your empty bowl for you and washes the dishes giving you that boost of confidence. “You know what you're right. Mama didn’t raise no punk. I’ll tell him after we finish studying. Thanks, Jinhyuk I owe you the next time you visit.” You give him a thumbs up and skip happily out the kitchen looking forward to seeing your friends.

After hours of studying flashcards, everyone finally studied feeling confident in themselves about the final test of the semester. Everyone packed their things and was ready to head home since their parents were outside. You were the only one that still felt confident about your process throughout the class so you’ve decided to stay an extra hour to study with San.

“Are you sure this is right?” You put the pencil down crossing your fingers as San checks your work. “Wow yes, that is correct. See you’re doing just fine. You only got 7 wrong out of the 40 questions. Just keep using that method I taught you and you’ll be just fine.” San smiles at you pinching your cheeks. “It’s 10:30 pm. Your mom is going to be worried about you. You should start heading home. I'll drop you off.” San started putting his notebook and laptop back on his desk getting ready to leave his room, but you pull on his sleeve bringing him back down on the couch with you.

“Wait, um why don’t we watch a movie or something. My mom is out with Mr. Harris anyways they won’t be back until the morning. I kind of told her I was spending the night at my cousin’s house.”

San smiles, shaking his head gulping, sitting back down next to you. “That sounds nice and all, but I don’t want to get you in trouble. Plus you do realize you’re staying over at a boy’s house at night.” You lean your head on his shoulder holding his hand yawning. “I know I trust you. You wouldn’t do anything unless I told you I wanted to. Just for tonight please San?” San sighs, lifting your chin patting the back of your head. “Fine, but next time let me meet your mom. I want to know everything there is about you okay?” You nod linking pinkies with him. “Deal. Now let’s watch Money Heist Shall we?”

The next morning you wake up in San’s arms as you share a blanket on the living room couch. You woke up fixing his messy black hair struck by his sleeping face. “Gosh you're even more dreamy when you're sleeping.” You checked the time on your phone and realized what time it was.

Pre-cal normally starts around 10, it was 11:20. “San gets up, we're late for class! We can’t miss this one Mr. Harris is giving us get extra credit today.” San woke right up alert as he wiped the drool from the side of his mouth.

“Dang, we gotta go. Here brush your teeth real fast, brush your hair and let’s roll.”

The two of you got ready as fast you could and hopped right on his motorcycle speeding through the traffic throughout the city.

You wrapped your arms around San the whole time scared you’ll fall on the motorcycle. San felt so happy whenever you depended on him for anything. “God I love this girl. I know they say I’m too young or going too fast, but I can’t help it.” He mumbled under his breath as he arrived at the school.

“Well well if it isn’t San and Y/N. You better be lucky you didn’t miss the test. We just got done playing Kahoot.” The two of you poured with your heads looking down feeling ashamed as you walked to your seats. The two of you took one last glimpse of each before Mr. Harris handed out the test.

This was it after everything you’ve been through this past month with San and your friends. The hard work was going to determine if you actually made it through or not. Mr. Harris gave you a whisper of encouragement you never heard in a long time except for your dad. “Y/N no matter what happens I’ll always be proud of you. Finish this strong.”

Mr. Harris' words almost moved you to tears as you smiled and nodded your head right back at him. Now you understand why Maria loved him so much he was always passionate about teaching and cared about your well-being.

You grabbed your pencil and your laptop as you started getting to work. The whole time you were nervous and a few questions caused you to slip up, but in the end, you remembered how to do most of the work. San seemed to be holding up just fine so you weren’t too worried about him, Angela would always double-check her work before turning it in and Chris was surprisingly focused the whole time.

As everyone finished their tests Mr. Harris checked everyone’s grades one by one slowly seeing their process.

He stands up taking off his glasses and says. “Class...congratulations on becoming seniors! Everyone has passed summer school. See you in the fall.”

Everyone screamed cheering as the paper was flying and everyone in the classroom cheered. “Yeah, you guys hang out at the carnival!” Chris screamed and everyone followed him out.

Before catching up with everyone you called your stepmom to tell her the good news with Mr. Harris next to you.

“Mom, I finally passed. Dad’s face right now you know he’s probably crying. It was all thanks to Mr. Harris too, he's the best teacher ever.”

You can hear your mom’s voice on the other end as she gets teary-eyed. “Your dad would definitely be so happy that you passed, but also pissed because he never wants you in summer school ever again.” The three of you laugh together as you share the happy news.

“I’m so sorry I doubted you and was super harsh y/n. I love you and just want you to succeed. Your my only banana muffin I got in this world so don’t pull off any dumb crap like this ever again.”

“Yes mom, you know I will. I made a promise to dad after all. I will graduate and stay close to you if it’s the last thing I do. Love you, I'm going to the carnival with my friends.”

Maria makes kissy noises back and says “I love you too. Don’t stay out too late. Matter of fact I’ll meet you there since me and Harris have a date anyways. See you there.” You hang up feeling emotional as you hug Mr. Harris.

Mr. Harris pats you on the back saying “Didn’t I tell you she’s very proud. Now I think you need to catch up with your friends before he leaves without you. I’ll meet you at the carnival.” Mr. Harris leaves the classroom giving you one last smile and heading out.

You walked in the hallway looking all around the school for San, luckily you found him in the science lab where he’s sitting by the window with a sad look on his face.

“San. We’ve gotta meet up with everyone at the carnival. Why are you here by yourself?”

San sighs, crossing his arms.

“There’s no point in celebrating. I tried reaching out to both of my parents to tell them about one of the biggest accomplishments in my life and as usual, they didn’t answer.” You sat right next to him at the window petting his head. “You know what, how dare they? Forget them.

You have a supportive big brother, an amazing group of friends, and the best teacher a school could ever ask for. You have a family right here and we’re proud of you.”

San lifts his head up as he sees your bright smile that always makes him helpless.

“You always know exactly what to say. What would I do without you?”

He links pinkies with you. “I really can’t wait for you to meet my stepmom. She gets on my nerves sometimes and we always tend to bump heads, but we always come right back together. Dad would’ve also loved you. He was always straight to the point and never held back. I loved that confidence he always had.”

“Oh yeah he did get into that accident last year, I’m so sorry about that.”

You shake your head “It’s alright, I’m still holding up just fine. I’m just happy to have you here with me plus I get to be seniors with you and everyone else.” San looks up at you one last time slowly leaning his face close to yours until your noses touch.

“Gosh, I wonder what would happen if I made out with Y/N in the science lab? The janitor would for sure catch us in the act.” You giggle flirting with him back.

“The only thing he would have to worry about cleaning up is the kiss marks that are going to be on your neck.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you were this playful. I love seeing this side of you.”

The two of you finally exchange a short yet sweet kiss in the orange sunset peeking against the window. It was going to last longer until Angela and Chris crashed the party with a loud knock on the door.

“Hurry up Freddy and Daphne the Scooby gang has to pull up at the carnival together. You guys can finish eating each other's faces off in the car. We can’t miss the flight of fear!”

The two of you looked at each other shrugging and walked together hand in hand out the classroom. “Well, I guess we will have to finish this on the carousel.” “Indeed, that sounds more romantic than making out while being surrounded by jars of disinfected frogs in the science lab.”

The two of you catch up with the rest of the seniors of class 2021 as you look forward to your last summer as juniors together. Today was going to be the day where you go all out and live like you're gonna die young.

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hyatoro · 3 years

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Hi! May i request eyeshield 21 hc for kakei, Clifford and maybe bud walker the reader is their best friend (or maybe childhood friend?), thanks!

Haha this was fun. Everything is chill and platonic...unless?

Unless you want to perceive it as something more which you guys are more than welcome to.

Part 2

Kakei Shun

Being best friends with this buffoon is a mixed bag of fun and drama. A lot of it is dependent on the kind of person you are but he’ll still get into the same trouble he did in canon. Yes I’m talking about being a really tall middle schooler in the US playing American football and drinking underage cause he’s lost in life. He was having a mid life crisis at 13 i stg.

When you’re young the two of you ran around a lot and you encouraged him when you saw him get praised for being good at football, even though at that age it was just because he was tall. You’d come and help him practice when he asked and he’d help you out with whatever you asked of him just the same.

When he went to the US there were sad goodbyes but you sent him off telling him to behave and do well so that you’d see each other again.

He did not behave. But he DID get his shit back together. And when you find out—because he can’t keep a secret from you—boy did you tear him a new one. Luckily there was nothing left to do but to watch and cheer him on because he’d already found his way back home.

Clifford D. Lewis

One time he did something so utterly stupid that you said the D in his name stood for Dumbass and he wouldn’t talk to you for a week. Either from embarrassment or just giving you the cold shoulder who knows. Me. I know. It was from embarrassment. To be fair you guys were just 8 years old.

He actually learned how to gamble from you. Or well. Someone you knew, like your parent or another relative. They taught the both of you the pros, cons, risks, and of course, rewards. He took to it like a fish to water and ever since then he changed a lot.

Still, it’s not like he brushed you off to the side. You were one of his close friends, and a man like him doesn’t have many. With you giving him a run for his money (occasionally) it made it easy to talk, especially when it was just the two of you. As soon as another person enters the room though you can hear his doors close and walls go up to maintain that invincible façade of his.

When they leave the room though you can see his shoulders sag as he leans back into his seat so you two can continue playing whatever game you decided on that day.

Bud Walker

There was a time when you guys were kids and your guys’ parents joked about getting married so he whipped out a ring pop, got on both knees (because he didn’t realize that it was just one knee), and said he called dibs on best man. The adults lost their god damn mind at how stupidly charming it was. Yes he didn’t know what a best man’s job was, just that he liked the title of being the best fucking dude ever.

Your parents made you take theater because you wanted to stay after school to hang out with Bud but weren’t interested in any clubs at the time. They decided. Ok fine. But you gotta do something. And made you a theater kid. I’m sorry. This IS however Bud’s acting origin story. Y’all would practice lines on each other a lot. But y’all are competitive that it eventually honed your guys’ skills into something else and eventually he went pro.

He’s the driver. He drives the two of you to school cause he likes his cars. During exam week he’ll sneak you out so he can do donuts in a random parking lot so y’all can destress. Absolutely the kind of guy that does crazy stuff to cheer you up. Like point a fire rocket at the water and freak out when it bounces off and back towards your general direction. Everything turned out alright but the face he made definitely should’ve made it to the big screens. He disagrees.

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leossmoonn · 3 years

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mind games [part thirteen]

masterlist | part twelve | part fourteen

zuko x fem!reader fluff, angst smau (it has the social media elements, but not as much as the last series)

avatar: the last airbender

summary - being zuko’s best friend is the easiest thing in the world. until he gets a girlfriend and you realize you’re in love with him

warnings / includes - (this counts for any/all chapters) - fighting, suggestive, language, crying, alcohol, cheating, talk about injuries, making out, alluding to sex, talks about sex. you are sokka and katara’s older sister. you, mai, and zuko are seniors in college, sokka and suki are juniors, katara, aang, and toph are sophomores

note - this is a long one!!

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“here’s to the next graduating class! good luck in the new chapter of your life, guys!” katara exclaimed.

you smiled and went over to katara, wrapping your arm around her shoulder. “and here’s to my little sister katara. you are amazing and never cease to amaze me. you've been through so much and have survived. mom would be really proud. happy birthday!”

katara grinned, “awe, thank you, y/n. i love you.”

“i love you, too,” you giggled, kissing her on the cheek.

“alright, let’s get this party started!” toph exclaimed. sokka turned on the boombox, music filling the silence of our background.

“you sure the neighbours won’t care?” katara asked nervously.

“for the last time, no! they’re the same age as us, not 80,” toph groaned.

“be nice to the birthday girl,” i scolded. “sorry, katara. you’re acting like you’re 80, though,” toph grinned.

katara rolled her eyes, “yeah, yeah, i know. anyways, where’s jet?” she turned to you.

you took a sip of your sprite and looked around, wondering the same thing. “i don’t know, i texted him that the party started at 7.”

“maybe he’s picking up a birthday gift for kat,” suki joined in the conversation.

“maybe,” you shrugged. “oh, he doesn’t have to do that,” katara said.

“please, you love gifts,” suki scoffed playfully. katara grinned, “a little.”

you chuckled, walking over to aang, sokka, and haru.

“hey, haru!” you exclaimed. haru looked to you, a smile lighting up his face.

“’sup, y/n! nice to see you again,” he greeted.

you smiled, “likewise. excited to be graduating?” “as much as the next person,” he shrugged.

“fair enough,” you nodded. “so, y/n, where’s your boyfriend?” sokka asked.

“i have no idea, sokka. has he texted you?” you asked.

“nope,” sokka shook his head. “you’re no help,” you rolled your eyes.

“i think i saw him at mai’s,” haru interjected.

you furrowed your brows. “why would he be at mai’s?”

“they’ve been hanging out a lot recently,” aang stated.

“and you know that, why?” you asked. “well, mai’s house is on my way out of the neighbourhood, so i see jet’s car there a lot,” he explained.

“huh,” you pursed your lips.

was he at mai’s house last week?

“oh, here they come!” sokka exclaimed, pointing to zuko, mai, and jet.

a small smile rested on your face as zuko looked at you. he held up a six pack of beer, gesturing to mai and making a crazy face. you giggled, walking up to them. you opened up the fence gate and let them in.

“oh, great! more beer,” you chuckled.

“yeah, well, it’s a party, right?” mai said flatly.

“right,” you chuckled awkwardly, stepping aside to let them in.

“i’m just gonna set these down,” zuko said. you nodded and let him pass.

jet turned to you with a big smile, but a frown spread across your lips at you met his eyes. jet’s hand reached out for yours, but you pulled back roughly.

“you’re late,” you sneered. you turned on your heel and walked away to where zuko was.

jet’s eyes widened and his heart raced. he took a few strides, catching up to you with ease. he put his hand on your wrist, pulling you back.

“hey, what’s the matter?” jet asked. he prayed that you didn’t find out he cheated on you.

“you’re late,” you repeated, giving him a hard glare. “i-i’m sorry. i went to go to mai’s,” he explained.

“why? aang says you’ve been hanging out with her a lot recently,” you frowned.

“oh um….” jet averted your gaze, looking everywhere but you. “well, we used to be friends, but we kind of fell off. we both have just connected recently.”

“why didn't you tell me you have been spending time with her?” you asked.

“because i know you don’t like her,” jet answered.

“you’re right, i don’t, but you don’t need to lie to me.”

“i know, i’m sorry,” jet sighed, now looking you in the eyes.

“i thought we said no lies,” your frown got deeper. “i’m not going to be with someone who-”

jet took your free hand in his. “i know, i’m sorry, i am. no more lies, i promise. i don’t want to lose you.”

you stared into his dark eyes, deciding on whether to believe him or not. you just wanted to ask him one more question before giving in.

“last week when you came home in the morning with donuts, were you at longhsot’s or mai’s?” you asked.

jet’s eyes widened slightly. you stared at him, raising your brow as you noticed his reaction.

“c’mon, jet, answer the question. it’s not that hard,” you taunted.

“i was at longshot’s,” jet said confidently. you eyed him, “hm… so if i called longshot, he would say the same thing? if i asked mai, she would agree?”

“yep,” jet smiled. he made sure to slow his breathing and keep his eyes on you the whole time.

“alright, well, if i find out there’s a different story, you’re dead,” you warned.

“don’t worry, i would never lie to you,” jet nodded, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead.

“i know,” you sighed, closing your eyes and leaning into him.

well, you at least hoped.

“i’m gonna go and say hi to everyone, alright?” jet said.

“yeah, sure,” you nodded. jet gave you a smile, letting go of your hand and walking towards the boys.

zuko came over to you, frowning as he noticed you looking sad and irritated.

“what’s got you down?” he asked.

you sighed and took a sip of your sprite, “oh, just some relationship drama.”

“ah, i see. i understand.”

“i know you do,” you chuckled. “hm, i need something stronger than just sprite.”

“suki is playing bartender,” zuko tilted his head to suki who was shaking a mixer.

“oh, this is gonna be a long night,” you chuckled. “i am so glad i don’t live with them anymore,” zuko stated.

“oh, me, too. god, sokka and suki can be really loud,” you shuddered from past memories.

zuko grinned, “so can you.” you choked on your drink. “w-what?”

“i’m just kidding. i um, i don’t know anything,” zuko looked down, realising he had embarrassed himself.

“you better know nothing,” you nudged him. zuko smiled, “trust me.”

“i’m starting to not like trusting people,” you remarked.

“why not?” zuko furrowed his brows. “just a part of that relationship drama i was talking about,” you shrugged.

“has jet done something? do i need to talk to him?” zuko suggested.

“no, no. well, i don’t think he’s done something. have you um… did you know that mai and jet have been hanging out together?” you asked. you hoped to he would say no so you weren’t alone.

“um… kind of?” zuko answered. “oh, great,” you muttered.

“mai never told me, though. we’ve been pretty distant lately,” zuko added.

“oh. how is that going? ready to break up with her yet?” you asked.

“actually, yeah,” he nodded. “hey, that’s good!” you nudged him excitedly.

“yep. i’m thinking about doing it next week. it’ll be summer and i can just move out quickly, and never see her again,” zuko explained.

“nice plan,” you smiled. “thank you. i could’ve have done it without you,” zuko said.

“oh, well,” you shrugged sheepishly. “you came up with it yourself.”

“yeah, but you’re the one that helped me really decide if i wanted to do it. you let me rant about my relationship and gave me advice when i needed it. it means a lot to me,” zuko smiled sincerely.

“oh,” you chuckled and looked down shyly. “it’s not problem. that’s what friends are for.”

“and you’re my best friend.”

“you’re mine, too,” you grinned. “well… you’re second best to sokka,” zuko smirked.

you gasped, feigning hurt. “so rude! i take back what i said, you’re not my best friend anymore.”

“no, i was kidding! i’m sorry!” zuko apologised.

“nope, i’m not accepting your apology, mister,” you shunned him.

zuko set his drink down, putting his hands on your sides. “will you if i do this?” he moved his fingers along your sides, tickling you.

“zuko!” you shrieked, giggling loudly.

jet and mai looked at you two from across the backyard, groaning and scoffing.

“they are so oblivious,” mai sneered.

“yeah,” jet frowned, staring at you with jealousy and hurt.

“why don’t we sneak up to zuko’s old room?” mai suggested.

jet turned to her, “no.” mai rolled her eyes, “c’mon! no one will notice.”

“y/n will. i’ve already lied to her so much. i can’t do it again,” jet protested, looking down at the ground in shame.

“ugh, you’re so soft,” mai spat. she then left him alone, strutting over to the bar.

jet sighed loudly, leaning against the fence, looking at you and zuko. he didn’t know if it was mai’s words toying with his brain, or if it was real, but you looked so much happier with zuko. your eyes lit up and you had the biggest smile on your face. he looked to the ground, trying to think of anything but you and zuko.

“hey, you okay, jet?” aang came over to zuko.

jet looked back up, “yeah, just tired is all.”

“same here. i’m so glad i won’t have to take another final again,” haru smiled.

jet smiled back, nodding in agreement. “hey, uh, you still dating that one girl?”

“mira? no, we broke up a few months ago,” haru answered. “why?”

“just wondering,” jet shrugged.

sokka and aang narrowed their eyes at jet suspiciously.

“you know you’re dating my sister, right?” sokka asked.

jet’s eyes widened and he nodded, “y-yeah, of course. why wouldn’t i?”

“just checking,” sokka shrugged.

“hey, can i ask you guys something?” jet prompted. “sure, what’s up?” aang asked.

“have y/n and zuko ever dated?” jet asked.

sokka and aang looked to each other and burst out laughing.

“what?” jet furrowed his brows, now feeling embarrassed about even considering the question.

“nothing, nothing. it’s just… man, you are setting yourself up for a broken heart,” sokka chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye.

jet frowned, “really? it’s that bad?”

“oh, c’mon, i bet it’s not,” haru smiled comfortingly at jet. “haru, don’t even try. you know,” aang said. “know what?” jet asked, getting more anxious by the second.

“well, y/n and zuko have never dated, but they’ve always had a thing for each other,” haru explained.

“more than a thing. man, i swear they are in love with each other,” sokka chuckled.

jet’s eyes widened. “t-they are?”

sokka stopped laughing, realising he said the wrong words. “uh… uh…”

“not anymore!” aang exclaimed. “trust me, y/n loves you. even if she did like zuko, she would never act on those feelings. she’s better than that.”

jet nodded, looking at you and zuko who were still talking. “right, yeah.”

then suki came over and grabbed sokka by the arm, pulling him away form the conversation.

“you guys come and dance with us, too!” suki exclaimed to haru, aang, and jet.

“see you guys on the dance floor,” aang smiled, going over to katara who was waiting for aang.

haru went over to toph, taking her by the hand and swaying with her. you noticed everyone dancing and walked over to jet.

“accompany me?” you asked.

“of course,” jet smiled.

you took jet’s hand and led him to the middle of the yard, getting in-between everyone. you put your hands around his neck, entangling your fingers in the hair that was at the nape of his neck. jet’s hands snaked around your waist, his fingers sliding themselves under your top. he caressed your skin as you swayed your hips together.

you pulled him closer to you, your chests touching. you looked at him through your lashes, biting your lip with a smile. butterflies swarmed in jet’s stomach as he noticed the look on your face. he mirrored your seductive smile, his hands roaming down to your ass.

his eyes met zuko’s for a split second. zuko noticed jet’s hand placement and stared at you two with jealousy and longing. jet smirked at zuko and grabbed your ass roughly, eliciting a gasp from you.

“touchy tonight, are we?” you teased.

jet turned his attention back to you.

“you know you love it,” jet winked. you giggled and nodded, “you’re right.”

a new song started to play, one more up-beat. you grabbed jet’s hand that was on the small of your back, taking it and spinning yourself around. jet’s lips sported a boyish grin as you returned to facing him.

“i’ve always wanted to do that,” you admitted sheepishly.

“you looked pretty,” jet complimented. you grinned, “thank you.”

you, jet, and everyone else jumped around to the music. katara and suki found you, taking your hands and spinning you around. you laughed as suki grabbed your neck, pulling you close. you two swayed your hips together, you throwing your head around to the beat. katara came up behind suki, putting her arm over her shoulder, dancing with you, too. soon, toph found her way to you three. katara took ahold of toph’s hand, spinning her around.

jet, sokka, and aang watched you four dance together. it was like a scene out of a teen drama movie.

“we are so lucky,” sokka breathed out, eyeing suki as she rolled her body to the music.

“that we are,” jet grinned at you.

you caught jet’s eye, giving him a flirty smile. you lifted your hand and made a come hither motion with your fingers. jet walked over to you and you sneaked out of the group. you grabbed jet’s arm, pulling him close to you. your bodies met together and you leaned up to his ear.

“wanna go into my old room?” you whispered.

excitement filled jet as he thought of the things you two would do. he nodded furiously, licking his dry lips in anticipation. you smirked and took his hand, leading him back into the house.

zuko noticed you and jet going back into the house. he watched with painful stare, wishing that that was him and you going up to your room.

mai noticed zuko’s gaze and scoffed to herself, she took zuko’s neck, pulling him close to her.

“why don’t we go and have some fun ourselves?” mai suggested.

zuko averted his gaze from you and looked into mai’s eyes. his own eyes filled with guilt as he know he had just been caught staring at you. he knew he didn’t have any other choice but to say yes to mai, otherwise they would end up in a fight.

“sure,” he nodded.

mai smiled and took his hand, leading him into the house. they walked up to zuko’s old room. as they passed your room, zuko heard you giggle loudly. he wished he was the one making you happy now instead of jet.

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hela-avenger · 4 years

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To the Stars Who Listen- Part 5

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1507

Summary: When Loki desires to never fall in love, he casts a spell to prevent such a thing from happening. Except, well, in the matters of love and magic, you never know the result it may have in the end. Loki x Reader

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The moment Steve lands at the facility, Loki practically runs inside. It was as if he expected to be dragged back to the tower if he hesitated for even a moment. You watch him and he seemed pleased enough in what he encountered. You turn away when Steve finds you still lingering in the back. He takes your bag from your hand and motions you to walk with him.

“You ok?”

“Yeah,” you sigh out. “It just feels weird to be back to square one, you know? I worked so hard to get where I am and now I have to go back to training wheels. It’s not really fair.”

Steve offers you a sympathetic smile.

“You’ll be back with us before you know it,” he assures you. “And if Loki is to be trusted, which I’ll admit is a hard thing for me to do, you’ll come out of this stronger than ever.”

“I was already strong before,” you sigh. “I was doing fine. Sure, I didn’t have some super soldier serum or a powerful suit, but I was fighting alongside you so that speaks for itself.”

“Y/N…”

“Steve just…” you whisper in resignation. “I was happy being normal and now… now, I’m not. I haven’t really gotten a chance to wrap my head around that everything has completely changed.”

“I understand,” Steve breathes out. “Things just happen in life, Y/N. They may be good, most times it’s bad, and it’s up to us to figure out how to deal with it. I know you have it in you to make the best out of this situation.”

Steve stops at the door of your room and hands you your bag back. Your hand lingers on his as the request comes swiftly into your mind.

“Can I ask you for a favor?”

Steve nods, “Anything.”

“I’m going to try my best to gain control of this power but if I can’t, then I want it out of me.”

“That could kill you.”

“Sacrifices have to be made for the greater good,” you tell him. “You out of everyone should know. You did the same thing years ago.”

“And you know what that cost me.”

Indeed you did. He had told you about it some time ago. Trusted you with this information he kept close.

Steve had lost his comrades, the love of his life, and skipped 70 years into the future and though you wouldn’t have the same repercussions he had, you found the conclusion albeit still alarming.

“If I hurt someone, Steve… If I end up on the wrong side of things where I become the enemy… I don’t know if I could live with myself if I could have prevented it to begin with.”

Steve hesitates but he must see the deep desperation in your eyes.

“I’ll look into it,” Steve sighs. “And if that day comes… Just know, I’ll find another way to save you. I don’t care what it takes.”

You knew Steve to be stubborn so you allowed him this small victory. You release your hand from his and take your bag. Steve is quick to pull you into a hug and you allow yourself the small comfort.

“The next time I see you better be on a good note,” Steve chuckles into your ear. “I know you can beat this, Y/N. Don’t give up before it even starts.”

You nod and force yourself to let him go. He offers you one last encouraging smile before finally turning and walking away.

Your quiet solemn moment is disrupted by a dark chuckle that appears suddenly in front of you.

“That was agonizing to watch,” Loki mutters. “I think our innocent Captain was expecting a kiss out of it.”

“We’re just friends,” you respond glaring at the God that leaned against the door frame of his room which conveniently resided right in front of yours.

“Are you sure?” Loki grins. “I don’t think you’re being completely honest at this moment.”

“And I think you’re spinning lies out of nowhere so you can incite drama because you find yourself bored.”

Loki doesn’t respond and you knew you had him. You turn away and open the door of your room. You don’t bother to turn the light on as you throw your bag inside. You make up your mind you’ll unpack and settle in later.

“Come on,” you call out to Loki. “Let me introduce you to everyone.”

A highlight at being moved to the large and expansive Avengers Facility that laid out of the city is the people who resided there. You can’t help but laugh when you step into the dining room to find a Welcome Home banner hung up with Wanda and Vision at the head of a filled table. Bucky and Sam were there too but the serious scowl on their faces made it seem like they were unhappy with your arrival.

“You didn’t have to do all of that,” you tell Wanda as you hug her. “It hasn’t been that long since I’ve stayed here.”

“It’s been long enough,” Wanda states.

“Welcome home Agent Y/N,” Vision nods at you.

“Hello again, Viz.”

“We all heard about what happened,” Wanda speaks up. “Are you ok?”

“Not really,” you shrug. “But I will be once I get myself under control.”

Wanda squeezes your arm and you turn towards Bucky and Sam who haven’t moved to greet you. They remain rooted in place as they glared at your travel partner who remains in the outskirts of the room.

“Hey, stop that,” you nudge them. “He’s not a threat.”

“That’s not what Steve said,” Bucky mutters. “He said we needed to pay extra attention to him.”

“Yeah, emphasis on extra,” Sam adds.

“I’m sure he didn’t mean it literally,” you argue.

“Better safe than sorry,” Sam responds.

You roll your eyes at them and turn to Loki instead.

“Loki, this is the rest of the team,” you introduce him vaguely. “Team, this is Loki.”

Wanda’s the only one to offer a small wave while everyone else remained silent. You understood why Vision was hesitant to step forward. Loki had once wielded the mind stone that was currently resting on his forehead. As for Bucky and Sam, they were just being overprotective by Steve’s warning.

“Alright, great start,” you mumble as you nod Loki forward. “Let’s just sit. They’ll get over the whole security threat thing once they realize you’re not going to do anything.”

“And what if I do step out of line?” Loki asks with a slight grin.

The question doesn’t go unheard as Bucky and Sam are quick to straighten up while Wanda lets out a heavy sigh. You set your plate down and turn towards the mischievous God.

“Bucky there,” you point out. “Has a metal arm and a variation of the super soldier serum running through his body. He’s also a very notorious assassin but we don’t talk about it.”

You then point towards Sam.

“Now Sam here, you might think he’s nothing special and in a way he isn’t…”

“Hey!”

You shoot Sam a pointed glare and he shuts up enough to allow you to continue.

“As I was saying, Sam may not be a super soldier, but he can sure fight like one and you won’t want to face him with his Falcon suit on. You won’t stand a chance if he catches you in the air.”

Loki takes in the information you offered and makes note of it. He knows better than to create enemies without knowing who they are and the threat they may impose on him.

“Now Wanda is a sweetheart,” you continue earning a smile from her. “But she can kick ass if she needs to and between you and me, I wouldn’t want to get on her bad side. She got her powers through the mind stone which allows her to do a lot of cool stuff. Telekinesis, telepathy, force fields, mental manipulation… The list goes on and on.”

You take a deep breath and then turn to Vision who’s still joining them on the table though he doesn’t need to eat dinner.

“Now Vision is the youngest of us all if you can believe it,” you tell Loki. “I still don’t understand the science of how he was made but basically he’s an android with a conscience. A robot with a heart of gold. Plus, he’s the self-appointed guardian of the mind stone and we all saw him wield Mjolnir though Thor refuses to admit it.”

Loki now realizes why his brother had been so easily convinced to allow him out of his sight. With this band of trainee heroes, Loki would be well supervised and beaten if he stepped out of line.

“Now that the introductions are out of the way, let’s eat.”

You eagerly begin to pile food on your plate passing the courses around. Everyone follows your lead easing into an amicable conversation. Loki simply sat back and drank the wine offered as he suddenly found himself with appetite lost.

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