#everybody around me became nicer and liked me more

[yellowocaballero]

no, keep writing long answers. whenever i send in asks and the reply is 'no' or some quippy gif or 'yes. [link to post that answered my question already]' it just devastates me. i feel like i wasted everyone's time and the answerer is just scorning me behind the screen for doing so lmao 😭

I find that it helps me a lot to approach life from the basic assumption that people don't care that much about me and that they don't have a lot of strong opinions about me. I mean, think of it this way - how often has a friend texted you and you went 'ugh, this asshole again, I hate them'? Or how often have you heard a classmate give the wrong answer in class or say something wrong and went 'what a moronic waste of space'? How often are you mentally unkind to others? Hopefully not that frequently. Even when you are, how often it is anything more than you taking our your own bad mood on another person? And the kind of person who thinks these things about friends or even strangers frequently, from pure bad spirit instead of just a tough day or a personal issue, isn't really the kind of person whose opinion I care a lot about.

Anyway, from my experience with bloggers who give short answers - they get a ton of asks every day and don't have time to respond in depth to each one. Or they just don't have a lot to say. Or they enjoy acknowledging asks but they feel awkward talking too much. If they respond with a link to the prev question, then they really just don't feel like taking the time to type everything out again! I give stupid long answers because they're about my fic and I love talking about my fic, I assume that most people following me are here to read my fic background and opinions, and because I don't get that many asks lmfao. On days when I do have a full inbox my answers are always a lot shorter. If I was some BNF or something I'd definitely talk a lot less. Also I just naturally am a big talker, and not everybody is. All of that's about me and nothing to do with the anons. Dw about it!!

[gaybitchfx]

"...The giant horse cock weighs about 11 pounds."

Bachira request(cuz he's my new baby next to sanji😘)

Ok so maybe on the lil team they got in blue lock reader is seen as a scary ass person usually gives people hella death glares and everybody just stays away from him

But bachira is like...nah he couldn't be so bad imma talk to him anyway(like the extroverted mf he is)

And starts talking to reader and at first reader doesn't even like him but doesn't really wanna be rude so he just says 'mhm' and 'ok' etc etc

But soon after reader starts to arm up to bachira and starts smiling talking an laughing with him more

And the whole team is just calling bachira a wizard cause reader ain't like nobody except him for example he likes to cling to bachira sometimes lean on his shoulder practice with him sleep in the same lil mattress

If you'd like add a lil extra where after a match reader is jusy sleep on bachiras back while he carries himmmmm🤭

-❄️ Character(s): Bachira 🥰

-❄️ Type of reader: M!Reader

-❄️ Category: SFW

-❄️ Warning(s): None

-❄️ Edited: ❌

Since the day you arrived at blue lock, nobody dared to speak to you, only stare at you from afar. You just weren’t approachable. You’re whole demeanor just screamed leave me alone which everyone did. Everyone but Bachira.

He was curious about why no one would talk to you. Yeah, you’d give people random glares here and there and never talked, but that didn’t stop him at all from walking up and sparking a conversation with you. The moment he opened his mouth made you physically show signs you didn’t want to talk to him by answering in short sentences.

“Mhm.” You mumbled, looking at Bachira with a bored expression. “And in the show, he was supposed to be the villain, but get this turns out he was a hero!” Bachira exclaimed with a smile. “Cool.” You sighed and rested your cheek on the palm of your hand.

Time went on and there wasn’t a dull moment without Bachira talking to you or interacting with you.

Soon you became more comfortable around him to where you’d speak for a longer period and even smiled and laughed at Bachira’s jokes. “How the hell were you able to get him to smile and laugh?” Isagi asked Bachira who shrugged. “He’s a pretty cool dude and is way nicer than you’d think,” Bachira said as he looked over at you who was minding your own business. “You’re a wizard Bachira,” Chigiri said, stunned by what he had said.

Later that night you were seen sleeping next to Bachira completely comfortable making everyone go crazy, usually, you’d sleep in the farthest corner of the room.

For the next few days, you clung to Bachira just like a koala, always staying at his side at all times even during the matches. Surprisingly you never messed him up, but only benefited him and the rest of the team. After said match, you were exhausted and could barely stand on your own two feet.

“You tired Y/n?” Bachira asked as he put an arm around you. You nodded your head slowly as you rubbed your eyes a bit, yawning. “Mm ok. Get on my back.” And without hesitation, you went onto his back and got comfortable before falling asleep completely. The whole time he walked around with you on his back, adjusting you if he needed just so you wouldn’t fall or if you were slipping.

Everyone was stunned but also thought it was cute seeing how Bachira would randomly ruffle your hair or pat your head any chance he got causing a mumble from your sleeping self.

-❄️tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @lostsomewhereinthegarden

[ivystoryweaver]

Based on this request from @steven-grants-world "I haven't even touched you and you're already wet" with Poe ❤

Content: NSFW, 18+, Poe Dameron x f!reader, more below the cut

Word count: 1.7k

Contains: fingering, sort of thigh riding, shenanigans in public, not beta'd

You had the absolute most massive crush on Commander Dameron. It was more than a crush, really - you wanted him. No, scratch that - you needed him.

Every single thing about this man drove you to absolute distraction. In a meeting? A stray curl would tumble across his forehead. Training exercises? Just bossy and sassy enough to drive you wild. Hand-to-hand combat and sparring practice? The strain of his thick thighs against his slightly too-tight pants made you want to trap him in a storage room somewhere and use that thigh to relieve a little pressure between your legs.

He was in your closest circle of friends, so you were tormented by him day and night.

His mouth - the curve of his perfect, full lips as they wrapped around koyo fruit - the way the tip of his tongue would swipe away its juices...

The smug curl in the corner of his mouth when he was amused. The crinkles lining the sides of his burnt umber eyes when he laughed - which was often.

Everyone found Poe easy to love but you needed him desperately.

It became a daily chore to keep from staring at him - although, by this point, you were sure he'd caught you more than once. The infamous curl of his lips and a quick wink definitely communicated something. You just weren't sure what.

And he did flirt with you. He flirted with everyone, in a way, but he sat beside you to eat, bumped your shoulder after telling a joke, and again - he winked. All the time.

Tonight was the culmination of months of torture and you weren't sure how you were going to make it. Because tonight, Poe made a rare appearance in his officer's uniform. The drab neutrals somehow highlighted the gorgeous browns in his eyes and curls.

Everyone was dressed a little nicer than usual, enjoying a rare celebration due to a recent victory. Poe was to receive some sort of honor - hence the uniform. You arrived a little late, having fussed with your appearance far longer than usual.

Hoping to slip in unnoticed, you failed miserably at this task when you ran right into the one person you hoped to avoid - at least for a little while, since being around him when he looked so distinguished and handsome would likely make you fall on your face doing something embarrassing.

"Hey," he laughed out, reaching to steady you by grasping your elbows. "There you are - I was waiting for you."

Your mouth went dry at the sight of him up close - the heat of his fingers burning through your own uniform. "F-for me?" You gasped, gripping his forearms to steady yourself.

"Yeah, everybody's here. I was on my way to get some drinks," he told you with a grin. "Wanna help?"

"Uh, s-sure," you nodded, grateful for a distracting task that would keep your hands occupied and your eyes facing forward and not on your commander.

"Come on, it's crowded in here." Brushing past you, he reached for your hand, leading you through a sea of Resistance fighters - each one wanting a moment of his time, or at least his attention.

Despite the thrill electrifying your body as his strong hand enveloped yours, it didn't take you long to lose him in the crowd.

Noticing this immediately, Poe excused himself from the latest person distracting him to call your name.

"There you are. I thought I lost you," he said, his eyes twinkling with something that looked like relief.

"No, I'm here," you assured him, thrilled to have his attention. What you wouldn't give to have ten minutes alone with this man.

"Come here." Once again, he set off, reaching for your hand, but this time, he didn't stop until you made your way outside.

"Commander Dameron, what are we - "

Glancing back at you, his fingers now tangled with yours, he granted you his trademark smirk. "Poe, please. We've known each other long enough. Haven't we?"

The question seemed rhetorical as he led you behind the building, to a secluded alleyway.

"Sorry it's dark out here," he apologized, finally stopping and turning to face you. His hands landed on his hips as he studied you carefully. "Is it okay if I talk to you for a minute?"

Your heart flamed with desire and nervous anticipation. If you didn't control yourself, you might jump him.

"Are you mad at me?" He pressed on. "Because you've been a little different. Yesterday, after our sparring session..."

He went on to recount his version of events after having pinned you to the ground with your head locked between this thick thighs.

"I know I'm hard on you..."

Maker.

He carried on, speaking to you in Commander fashion, but now your mind was filled with thoughts of his thighs and his hand on yours and watching his mouth move. The moonlight shone down, highlighting the contours of his handsome face and before you were able to stop yourself, you silenced his hypothesizing by pressing your lips against his open mouth...

...the force of which knocked Poe back a step in utter surprise.

The two of you stopped, transfixed. Poe was impressed because that was a move he would pull. But you? You were mortified.

"Oh...no, Maker. I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, Commander, please don't - "

"Did you just kiss me?" He gasped, one dark eyebrow shooting up in amused curiosity. But he knew the answer. He could see it all over your adorable, flustered, face - could feel the burn of your fervent gaze.

"I...Commander, I - "

"Poe," he corrected, wetting his lips as he closed the space between you. "You kissed me."

"Poe, I'm sorry," you stammered, your body aflame with embarrassment and desire - the two battling to make you combust.

"I'm not," he breathed, sliding one arm around your waist as his lips covered your own. He licked hotly into your mouth, gripping your hips to pull you flush against the breadth of his chest.

You whimpered into his mouth, your body wilting into his touch as he pushed you up against the nearest wall. Your head hit the solid stone with a bit of a thud, but that didn't slow him down.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," he groaned against your ear, his hands drifting to new territory. A line was being crossed and if you were uncomfortable, he wanted to be sure...

"Don't stop," you panted as his delicious thigh found its way between the spread of your legs. This was quite literally the stuff of your fantasies.

Reaching blindly for his shoulders, to try to somehow steady yourself, you actually moaned just from the feel of his solid muscle pressing right up against your core.

"Baby, why didn't you just say something?" He roughly whispered, toying with the fastening point of your trousers. "I would have done this so long ago."

The whine that worked its way out of your throat as he caught your eye should have been embarrassing. "Can I?"

With a breathless nod, you tried not to make any more humiliating noises as he worked your pants open, sliding his hand inside to cup your soft mound.

"Fuck," he groaned, dragging one long finger over the soft cotton of your panties. "I haven't even touched you and you're already wet. This is for me?"

"All the damn time," you gasped, squirming against his palm to try and force the friction for which you were so desperate.

"Shit, baby," he hissed, his hot breath falling on your ear as his body caged you in. As his fingertips dragged your panties aside, you gripped his biceps for support, hardly able to believe this was really happening.

"I thought this was all in my head. I thought it was only me," he groaned, teasing your folds with frustrating efficiency. "But you're soaked."

You cried out as those tempting fingers eased their way inside. Pushing in deep with a slight curl, Poe beckoned your whole body forward, silencing your whine with the heat of his tongue. His fingers swirled, fingertips massaging the deep core of you - the languid thrust of his tongue inside your mouth synching with the plunging inside you. The slight stretch of it set you on fire.

His muscled thigh came up under his arm, pushing it in deeper and giving you support to fuck yourself down over his hand.

"That's right, baby, take what you need," he groaned, mouthing a trail to the sensitive spot just under your ear.

You felt wild and desired and a little scandalous for doing this in a public area - anyone could walk up and see you, but you didn't care. This scenario had played itself out in your own bed, with your own fingers, a dozen times at least.

"Poe," you whined, grasping the sleeves of his uniform - the very suit you were likely ruining. "Poe, please..."

He growled your name right back, doing the best he could in this position to rut against you too. "You know how long I've waited to hear you say my name like that?"

He didn't give you time to answer - instead pushing his thumb over your swollen bundle of nerves, sending your back arching wildly off the wall as the most desperate cry pushed past your lips.

"Love the sounds you make for me, baby, doing so good." His fingers worked you furiously, catching your little gasps and whimpers in his open mouth, breathing hotly right along with you as you fell apart for him.

The rocking motion of your hips stilled as your hot core coated his hand with your juices. He kissed you again, easing his fingers out of you, leaving you to sigh in overwhelming relief.

"Is this what you're thinking about when we're sparring?" He teased, easing back to grant you that cocky smirk.

"Mm...yes," you lazily nodded, your chest heaving as you came down from the greatest pleasure you'd ever felt. "And you, Commander?" You challenged right back. "Is this what you're thinking about when we're sparring?"

Pulling his bottom lip temptingly between his teeth, he gripped your hips, dragging you against his obvious arousal. "All the damn time."

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[glass--beach]

I've been a fan of your music long enough to remember when you used to identify as trans fem. what's it been like circling back around to that and figuring out your identity now that you're doing it sort of in the public eye?

honestly it’s been nicer this time around. i sense a kindred spirit in every trans woman i talk to and it’s really lovely hearing from those who related to my music and figured out their own identity through that. it’s giving me a space where i know i will be accepted. i still boymode pretty often on the road and before tour was nearly always boymoding… there’s almost a safety on stage but despite being literally a performance it feels more real than when i’m not presenting fem. i’ve also now been girlmode out in public a lot after shows and not attracted any negative attention which is nice. even when there was an alt right harassment campaign against the band account they were gendering me correctly.

years ago it was much tougher for me, wearing feminine clothes at random diy shows or whatever. it was often in spaces that were anti transphobia on paper but did nothing to enforce against transmisogyny in practice. even in explicitly queer spaces i felt outcast. online was even harsher - which is really what made me increasingly scared to present fem as there were more and more eyes on me. there were many many trans women i looked up to a lot then but i felt they were so much braver than me. being nonbinary and vaguely “masculine” became a shield at the cost of being called a dude or a guy or just assumed to be male absolutely constantly, and after enough of it i kinda just didn’t want to show my face anywhere… the irony of having made what many considered to be iconic transfem music while feeling so closeted myself was honestly insulting.

with the recent album release and tour it kinda hit a breaking point because i knew a big wave of misgendering was coming if i wasn’t just honest with myself and everyone else. even saying she/they was softening the blow a bit. lots of people just stuck with they. and plenty of writers & critics still seem blissfully unaware that there is anything queer about me or my band or are simply too scared to write about it, idk. but i feel like i’ve come out of my shell a good bit. i’m not just playing shows, i’ve been able to socialize and party on off days and speak my mind more freely and dress in a way that makes me feel pretty. it’s really like flipping a switch - not just for me, but everybody else. EVERYONE treats me differently when i girlmode and i love it so so much, i feel like others are more willing to open up and to treat me with kindness and (respectfully) compliment my appearance and i feel like women (cis and trans) relate to me more, which is a whole lot better than feeling like i relate to nobody most of the time. it’s an entirely different set of social scripts that just feel so much more “right” to me, so much easier for me to embody, than the male social scripts. i know a lot of people feel like gender is bullshit and bad inherently and good for them but for me that mentality was a way to hide it think. i feel absolutely liberated in embracing femininity! :) thank you for the lovely question, i have so much to say on this

[diddybok]

can i request a chan, reader and felix cuddling drabble??

of course you can my love!🫶🏾

just a reminder to anybody who wants to request a drabble/text story/imagine, feel free to send me an ask🤗

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩ pairing: chris x gn!reader, felix x gn!reader

➩ genre(s): poly relationship, fluff, teeniest tiniest bit of angst if you squint from a miles distance away

➩ warning(s): swearing, reader has a mini breakdown. sigh, you and me both pal

➩ wc: 1k (1,003)

Your feet have been killing you all day. You recently became a team leader in your job and your boss has you doing so much more work. More work than a singular individual can handle, that’s for sure.

It doesn’t help that the time you spent not sitting down, you were dealing with hotheaded customers and irritable colleagues. You honestly could feel like crying, it was just becoming too overwhelming.

You don’t see Chris’ car in the driveway and for some reason that made you even more upset. You knew he and Felix were at work, they always are until late. Yet here you are, selfishly wanting them to drop whatever it is that they are doing and come and dote on you.

After several attempts of failing to get the house key in the hole, the dam broke and you burst into tears. To anybody driving by, you look ridiculous as you throw your keys carelessly and put up a fuss.

You are much too old to be acting out like this, but you feel as if you deserve to at least. Who cares what anybody thinks about a crazy person sobbing and hyperventilating by their front door? Not you! Maybe the world should have been nicer to you and not drive you to having a breakdown before you even reached the confinements of your own home.

You simply do not care.

What you should care about however is the look on Chris’ face as he opens the door to see you…well…having a tantrum. Lucky for him, you miss the way he covers his mouth to stop himself from laughing at your antics before grabbing a hold of you as he gently caresses your head.

“Shh, breathe Y/n, breathe. What’s all these tears for hmm?” Chris asks as he pulls away to look at your tear stained cheeks. He moves you inside before he grabs what he assumes are your keys that dangle in the bush.

You take a deep breath and you inhale his scent, it immediately calms you down as you release a shaky breath. He crouches down and unlaces your shoes, tapping your calf lightly to let you know that you can take them off.

"I thought you were at work. Your car isn't here." You say, sniffling.

"Mhm, we had to be escorted out of work early today. They said they would tell us why tomorrow. So Felix and I got dropped back." Chris says after putting your shoes away neatly.

You let out a noise of surprise as Chris lifts you up and carries you to your shared bedroom. Sitting down and pulling you into his lap as he sits up against the headboard, lightly swaying you.

“You gonna tell me what all that crying was for now?” Chris coos, wiping your tears. You let out a big sigh before responding.

“I feel like my feet are going to fall off. I’m dealing with complete assholes at work. I barely get a break, I feel like the ant that everybody keeps stepping on!” You complain, using your hands to exaggerate as you get worked up again.

The door suddenly opens and you see a head of blue hair poking in.

“Oh, I knew I heard your voice in here.” Felix says coming into the room. You can see his headset wrapped around his neck so you assume he has just finished a gaming session.

“Hi angel” Felix says before jumping on the bed to rest his head on your thighs. It takes Chris to lightly kick him on his leg for him to look up and see your wet cheeks.

He immediately frowns upon registering your mood and crawls up the bed to sit beside you and Chris, putting his headset on the bedside table.

"What's wrong sweetheart? What happened?" His face turns from concerned to a scowl. "Do I need to hurt somebody?"

That makes you laugh slightly, breaking his sudden harsh exterior back to a bright smile.

"Y/n has been feeling quite unappreciated at work."

Felix's eyebrows raise slightly and sits up, facing both you and Chris.

"Oh we can't be having that can we Chris," To which Chris shakes his head no, rubbing your stomach in slow circles. "Do you know what will make you feel better doll?" Felix asks with a tilt of his head.

"Cuddles?" You suggest.

"Pfft, not just any cuddles. Cuddles with me."

Felix then grabs you from Chris' lap and wraps his leg around both of yours, trapping you as he smothers your face in loads of kisses. You let out a fit of giggles as you feel him pulling you away from Chris.

"Oi, my cuddles work just as well, if not better than yours." Chris frowns.

"If that was the case, then my precious angel wouldn't have still been crying when I came into the room." Felix retorts, throwing a cocky smirk Chris' way and unwrapping his body from yours so that you can breathe.

Whilst you know that they know you adore them both, sometimes they have impromptu 'who's dick is bigger' arguments when it comes to loving you.

You scold them both for doing it, mainly Felix since he's a little shit and starts them. Though you know he doesn't mean to hurt Chris' feelings, he just gets a bit too excitable sometimes which triggers his competitive side.

"Both of your cuddles make me feel better." You grab Felix's chin in one hand and Chris' in the other. "But when we all cuddle, then that's when I'm happiest." You say smiling and placing a soft peck on Chris' lips then Felix's.

You pull both of them down and wrap your arms around their backs, your hands settling in their hair as you gently caress their heads. Chris snuggles his head into the crook of your arm and Felix wraps his leg around yours.

It quickly became a peaceful couple of minutes before Felix spoke quietly.

"Okay, but my cuddles definitely work better than Chris' right?"

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Chapter One

2010

The rain is thunderous on midsummer’s day. It comes down in sheets, whipping against the side of the car as we crawl down a narrow, coastal road that opens out onto the Irish sea. Still, despite the weather there are parked cars snaking along on both sides of us, two wheels up on the footpath as drenched holiday makers weave around them, clinging to sunglasses and straw hats as they retreat from the beach.

It is one of those summer days that feels utterly wintry. The sky became dark suddenly, big black clouds engulfing blue, and a fierce wind whipped through the dunes, tossing sand in the faces of those who had yet to escape back to their cars and caravans. It feels apocalyptic in a comical sort of way; Mothers seizing small children out of sand and seawater motes they’ve spent the morning digging, surrendering teal striped windbreakers, beach towels and sarongs to the gail. Plastic spades and buckets abandoned and overflowing with rainwater. 

I feel scammed by this. Kelly had gone on and on about how the weather in the south east was nicer than anywhere else in the country. She actually used the word “microclimate” at least twice while trying to convince Claire and I to spend our summer in her familys’ mobile home, but I’m irked as I look out the back seat window at the dire sights in this resort town. The freak storm had only started when we were mere minutes from the strand and it instantly felt like our holiday had been jinxed.

Kelly’s older brother Shane laughs uproariously as he drives his Fiat Punto through a huge puddle right by a queue of holiday makers somehow desperate enough to hold their place outside the local cafe. They cry out in indignation as a wave of rainwater sloshes over them. 

Kelly, in the passenger seat, thumps him. “That’s embarrassing when you do that” 

“That’s embarrassing when you do that” he mimics, in the way that an eight year old child would.

She scoffs. “A bit of self control wouldn’t go astray, the only person who thinks that’s funny is you.” 

“It’s funny.” He confirms. “More embarrassing to me that people would be that desperate for a cappuccino.”

I don’t have siblings, but watching Kelly and Shane, I imagine it must be liberating to have an outlet for your frustration like that. I sometimes feel like I have an unusual amount of anger swirling inside my body. Recently, after seeing an open window on the third floor locker room at school, I asked Claire if it’s normal to fantasise shoving one of the girls who bullied me in second year out of it, and she said that it wasn’t, which honestly surprised me. I really did think that everybody had violent fantasies from time to time. The window one isn’t even really my worst one. 

When I visited the Healys’ house when I was smaller I used to find the way that Kelly and Shane interacted with each other overwhelming. He’d yank on her ponytail hard if she held on to the remote control for ten seconds longer than they’d agreed, and then she’d kick him in the shins with her stiff patent school shoes on and they’d both shriek and claw at each other while I sat watching, frozen in shock on the couch behind them. Things like this never happened in my home. It was just me reading or playing quietly while my parents watched TV.

When we were eight and Shane was nine, I witnessed him accidentally elbow Kelly directly in the eye socket when she tried to grab his Playstation controller out of his hands. I don’t remember why she wanted it, but I still remember her wails. She had a black eye for three weeks, and I don’t think that Shane ever said that he was sorry. I was nervous around him for a while after that.

I feel now that a black eye or two might have done me some good in my life. Knowing Kelly today, she’s aspirational for how she never holds anger inside or bottles up her emotions like I do. When something bothers her she just says it. I wish I could be like that, but I’m cursed with shyness and a terror of taking up too much space. Kelly and I have fought so many times during our long friendship, and yet the confrontation never seems to get easier for me. I feel it like a rock in my stomach, a dizzy nausea and a thumping heart when I know she’s getting ready to confront me. I always end up taking the blame and apologising to her, then spend weeks furious at her and at myself for not speaking up. Kelly doesn’t think like that. When I say I’m fine she believes me, and when I tell her she’s right she agrees. I imagine that to live inside her head is a blissful, anxiety free paradise. 

“Do you have the keys to the front door?” Kelly asks her brother as we clamber out of the Punto. The grass under the wheels is so sodden with rain that I can feel the tires sinking into it already, and as soon as my feet touch the ground, they’re swallowed by it too. 

“Ah,” I hear Claire exclaim from the other side of the car. “That’s my flip flop gone now. Shane, will you bring my suitcase inside for me? I need to fish my sandal out of the muck” To my great surprise, he actually does it, and makes a big show of carrying as many bags as he can manage, making sure to check if she’s looking at him doing it. Casual. Claire is oblivious to him anyway, she’s used to boys just doing what she asks but I’m amazed that Shane is going along with it too. For as long as I’ve known him he’s been as nasty to Kelly’s friends as he is to her. All of us an extension of his little sister, and each one as annoying and stupid as the last. It feels like only last week that he sabotaged our back garden camping trip by firing stones down at us from the treehouse.  

There is less history with Claire though, we’ve only been hanging out with her for about a year and a half. She’s a good person, casual, easy going, and her mother pays for her to get highlights in her hair and use makeup from the expensive department stores, so she always looks exactly the way that she wants to look – perfectly effortlessly beautiful. Everyone loves her too. She’s the genuinely kind and generous type. Finding her among a sea of hormonal teenagers in our all girls catholic school was like a miracle, there was never any drama, she never wanted to gossip or speak badly about anybody else. She’s blessed with pure content and happiness.

I lag behind as Kelly and Claire scurry into the mobile home as I try to wipe the mud from my runners. They’re laughing together and trying to shield their hair from the rain, and when I see them together like that I feel a pang of jealousy. I had been both of their friends first, and lately it feels like they’re closer to each other than they are to me. I have to take my shoes off at the door and leave them out on the deck. Maybe the rain will clean them. This summer is going to be great. I tell myself. I am going to be confident and have fun. It’s become like a mantra to me now. Perhaps if I can convince myself that nothing will go wrong on this holiday then I’ll manifest positivity.

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[alessiathepirate]

The Quarry

SLEEPING IN: Chris Hackett x fem!reader

Summary: Realizing she slept in when she shouldn't have was scary - until it wasn't.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

The Quarry men need some more appreciation.

Warnings: swearing, reader is an adult (even if I only reffered to it in like half a sentence)

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Waking up when the sun is already high up and shining, immediately blinding her as soon as she openes her eyes wasn't anything new to her. Sleeping in always felt nice - but then again it must feel good for everybody. It reminded her of those way too short weekends in high school, when she was finally able to rest and forget the stress the school system and her parents put on her shoulders.

She yawned and pulled on the heavy duvet to hide under it from the light. And that's when she realized - this wasn't her duvet; or at least it wasn't the duvet the counselors had down in the shacks. Down there they had some simple white, pretty light quilts what felt cheap and uncomfortable, but this one was some lighter shade of brown and felt heavier and much nicer.

She sat up quickly and looked around, exploring her surroundings and the fact that this wasn't an unknown place for her calmed her down a bit. But just a bit, because after the realization that she was in fact in Chris Hackett's bedroom and she was currently sitting in his bed made her nervous.

"Shit!" she muttered to herself as she pushed the quilt off. "Fuck..."

She looked around in a rush, trying to find the clothes she was wearing when she sneaked out of the shack she shared with Abigail and Emma - the clothes she was supposed to wear to sneak back at like 4:30 when the sun isn't up and the darkness has her back. The clothes she didn't remember where she put.

Standing in the room wearing some comfortable shorts and one of Chris' shirts she tried to make herself remember... The bathroom, it has to be in the bathroom.

She opened the bedroom door already seeing herself getting dressed in a rush to run back to the shacks - but God it has to be past nine, the kids must be at the pool with Ryan... she has to be at the pool with Ryan -, but she stopped when she saw that the door to Chris Hackett's office was open and the owner was sitting in his chair going through some paperwork.

Looking at him made her stop what she was doing and calm down, just like his presence only always did. No matter how stressful looking after the kids became, just taking a look at the man who shared his bed with her for the past few weeks made her racing heart and stressed state finally settle down. The certain looks they gave each other, the hidden touches they shared and the secret inside jokes made their daily struggles easier. No matter how much work she had to do around camp with the others or how much Emma could piss her off, the moments she could later share with Chris in the safety of his office or room could always send her to a state of mind where the pain was gone and where positivity was everywhere - and it was the same for Chris as well; no matter how much crap he had to deal with or how many hours he had to sit over papers after papers, a single touch from her made everything better.

He sensed the movement from the corner of his eyes and looked up with a small smile what, given the situation, made her blush.

"Look who's finally up." was the first thing he said, but it was more playful than scolding. Then he turned the playfulness into honest, happy affection. "Good morning, darling."

She folded her arms around herself as she smiled back, the rushing she was about to do long forgotten. No matter how many hours, days or weeks they spent together, the first meetings in the mornings - no matter where they occured - still made her shy. "Good morning to you too."

"Do you want to join me for coffee? I made you one as well, it was time for you to wake up."

God, this man was cute - cute but masculine. Sometimes she wondered how they got to the point where they were now or how she deserved someone like him. She couldn't remember the last time her date, her friends or anyone close to her offered her to make her something to drink of eat.

"I'd like to." she answered with a wide smile. "But what time is it? I think I'm late and today I'm supposed to help Ryan around the pool-"

"Don't worry, Dylan is helping him out today since I sent you to town this morning." the smile he had on while he said that made her heartbeat faster. "So you can calmly join me for coffee, if you want to and aren't trying to escape from the invitation."

She just smiled back and walked towards him without a word, only stopping when she was standing directly in front of his desk. She leaned over it, keeping herself up with one hand while she put the other on his face, gently pulling him into a kiss.

They both smiled into the gesture making their teeth collide causing her to let out a small laugh.

She did her best to put every ounce of love she felt for him into that one simple kiss - what was also a way of saying thank you. Thank you for loving me, trusting me, covering for me, making me coffee, for accepting our feelings for one another...

When she pulled back he leaned forward giving her one last peck on the lips.

"You did it the way I drink it?" she asked before she completely let him go.

"Of course."

"God, I love you."

She took a seat in front of his desk, using the furniture as a coffee table while she tasted the liquid, giving him an appreciating hum.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You were too tired when you came here, I just thought you deserved a break." Chris answered with a smile making her heart ache.

"Thank you, I appreciate the thought."

They sat in silence for a while enjoying the other's presence. It was rare that they had time to be in the same room as the other during the day and even when it was possible, it was only for a short period of time. Not nearly enough.

She felt his gaze on herself as she silently drank her coffee and after a while she couldn't help but ask: "I can see you tonight as well, right?"

"Of course you can, darling."

"Good, 'cause I don't think I could sleep alone after staying in your bed for the past few days."

"It's good to know you feel the same as I do."

She tried not to blush, but her attempt was unsuccessful.

Cuddling in bed with Chris Hackett at night was the best part of the day and it was the best motivation ever - to finish whatever she had to do to sneak out and get to him. Whatever he did to her, however he touched her, it always made her forget how to breath. Most of the times it was simple: hugs from behind, kisses on the forehead or sitting together and having the simplest conversations ever. Other times it was more passionate or romantic, but no matter how it was or where it was it was still perfect. She wouldn't have it any other way.

"Would you like to have breakfast?"

The question surprised her and made her loose her train of thought. "I'm sorry?"

"Breakfast. Are you hungry?"

"You make me coffee and now you want to make me something to eat? You're spoiling me."

"With the amount of time we have together I must spoil you."

"Oh, are you getting jealous of someone?" she teased playfully and when he smirked she knew he understood what she was doing.

"Do you think that someone would make you coffee like I do?"

She just shook her head, giggling.

"Yes, Mr. Hackett, I would like to have some breakfast."

They just smiled at each other. She was about to stand up and get going, but he stopped her before she could do that. "As much as I love to see you wearing my shirt, I don't think the others would appreaciate it."

She looked down at herself and seeing Chris' grey shirt what reached the middle of her thighs made her cheeks red. "I'll get dressed first."

"Good idea."

She kissed him before leaving - almost not leaving at all when he kissed her neck.

"I'll wait here if you want to cook with me." he offered.

"Of course I do."

"Hurry up then. The kids will be back soon and I want to have you for myself for a while before you have to go."

"I'll be quick, I promise."

Later, when she met up with her friends around noon, she was happier than ever and that made her forget about the covering story. And that wasn't at all benefical, especially when Ryan asked her where the letters were.

"What letters?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"The ones you were sent to town for?"

In the next second her face was red as she tried to look anywhere but directly at him. The change in her mood and her reaction alone caused Kaitlyn to look at her with an amused expression.

"My God, we are idiots."

"What? Why?" Jacob asked, not understanding the sudden statement.

"What's his name?" Kaitlyn asked, but as she observed her expressions further, she almost shouted: "No you're not... You aren't serious, are you?"

She just folded her arms around herself protectively as she let out a long sigh. She better get ready for the next few days - or rather weeks -, because knowing Kaitlyn, that girl won't leave her alone until she admits that she is in fact dating Chris Hackett.

[suiana]

So to give to a little context first. I have a friend whom I met from my old online school. We have a enemies dynamic. We've each other for 2 years now. When we first met I was the one who talked the most, which he used to see as "annoying". Ever since I left the online school and became busy with my new irl school, I started messaging him less and when I do, he acts more and more nicer and chill than before. To the point he stared flirting with me but I always brushed it off as I also flirt with everybody. Did I forget to mention we are the complete opposite of each other. He's extremely introverted online while I'm literally just putting out my phone number for everyone to see. Irl tho I'm introverted and scared of people unlike him who suddenly has the ultimate rizz and getting into fights with other boys.

One time he messaged me while putting on his just as he got out if the shower. Lemme tell you I was dense af back then. He literally asked for shampoo recommendations. I didn't know anything about men's hygiene so I told him to use a flower scented shampoo. He left for 15mins which I thought was because he was drying his hair. No he was running to the store. He asked for which shampoo brand I use. I didn't want him to know that much about me so I said any sakura scented one.

Another time was when we were talking about a game we like and he thought about cosplaying the character I liked and I thought of it as just some teasing between friends and went along with it by saying I prefer the female characters.

I'm always questioning my sexuality so I'm always joking around that I'm gay and I think that's the reason why he hasn't been straight forward.

He started his own irl school last week and a girl kept looking back and forth at him and when he was about to go home she stopped him saying he could always ask her for help about studies and the school.

And again with a different girl but this time is his deskmate. Apparently every single girl he has met had asked him if he has a gf to which he responded with "not ur business" and I already knew something wasn't right at this point because I have seen his face before and he is mid. Sure ig some girls r into tall boys but he's a freaking emo.

And did I tell you about my suspicion about his deskmate not even being a real girl because the Coincidences if them being neighbors and having way too much in common is too suspicious. Did I also mention "her" personality is completely unreal. She says she's "not like the other girls" and HE him out of all people fricking agreed

And his description of her sounds exactly like me. Short wolfcut, gets mistaken as a boy, kinda tall. Even her behavior is like mine, Just randomly zoning out. And the last thing that completely threw me off guard was her grades. She's the Top of the class. I'm literally part of the student council.

But then I wanted to meet her too if she was comfortable with it but y know what he said.

Idk I can

He thinks I might accidentally hurt her feelings. He has known me for nearly 3 years.

And his response to me was

"Didnt mean it but since she has many mental issues and tried to suicide her self because of got bullied and mocked,i just don't want to makes her feel bad and depressed"

I relate to her so now im always telling him to protect her even if her stories might be worse than mine.

But now that I'm rethinking about it

I think he's lying to me

I heard getting advice from random strangers on the internet is better than getting actual help /j

I actually really like him and I don't have the courage to confront him directly about it

There's a very high chance I'm just being delusional and should continue being some wingman

But I don't have any other friends to tell this and I really need to get it off my chest and get other ppls opinions so I hoped I didn't make too many Grammer mistakes

don't worry about making grammar mistakes it's totally ok

u should subtly try to egg him on for answers

like asking what's Ur ideal type, what would u do if u date me, do u think we'll be more than just friends etc

if he hints that he does like u maybe u can shoot your shot lol haha, and don't be disheartened if he rejects u, there's plenty of fish in the sea :3

imo u probably have a good chance of getting that because he probably likes you ++ no guy I've seen would do such things for someone they just call a friend :)

I hope everything goes well for you bae and all the best

[ultracrazy-trashpanda]

- It's a Secret

"Regulus Black x Reader, he/him

The reader is James Potter's brother. He had been dating Regulus for a while and didn't tell any of the Marauders.

A/N: I hope my writing improved since the last Regulus x reader fic I wrote :D. Reader's house is not specified. Wolfstar on the side.

Warnings: fluff and happiness, minor angst (the Black brothers are in it, what did you expect?)

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The Potters, accompanied by Sirius, Remus and Peter, were having a nice and loud dinner. Mostly James and Sirius were the ones laughing their asses out because of...nothing.

Y/N was looking down into his plate, quietly moving his food around. That was until the phone started ringing. He so quickly dashed to the phone he almost knocked off his food. Excluding his parents, everybody shut up, looking in the direction he was running in.

"Hello? Hey..." his voice became more excited as he spoke. Meanwhile, the others looked at each other like they saw a ghost. "I miss you too." he was definitely smiling.

"Does he have a girlfriend?" asked James, leaning closer to his mother.

"Or boyfriend?" leaned closer Sirius.

"Or partner?" did the same Remus.

"Guys, maybe," said Euphemia smiling. "Let the boy be."

The boys scoffed, though they were still listening in Y/N's conversation.

"Of course, see you here then." he was still pretty much smiling. "Should I bring anything? ... Okay, see you." he let out a chuckle and his voice became quieter. "Love you, bye." he put the phone down and backed up to the wall, sighing. He stood there for a moment before walking back to the table with a smile.

The quartet looked at each other and then back at Y/N, who just sensed the eyes on himself. The spoon that was close to his mouth stopped and he looked over to the Marauders.

"What?" he asked.

"Took the words right outta my mouth," said James, his hands on his hips. "Did my little brother get a girlfriend before I did? Or is it a bloke you had been talking to?"

"Does it...matter?" asked the younger.

"If it's a bloke? No. If you got someone before I did? Pretty much." nodded James.

"If you got someone before US." corrected Sirius.

"Aren't you two dating?" Y/N pointed between Sirius and Remus. The two looked at each other and then down at their plates.

"Were we that obvious?" asked Remus quietly.

"I'm sorry?" yelled James. He earned a grin from Sirius and a smile from Remus. "What is this if not betrayal? You, too, Peter?"

"I'm single. But I have been pinning after a girl in Hufflepuff and I totally have better chances with her than you do with Lily," said Peter, laughing when James gasped. Y/N was mildly glad that the attention wasn't on him now, smiling down at his food.

"When are you going out, dear?" asked Euphemia her younger son, the quartet snickering after the word "dear" left her mouth.

"We planned to be out from like...ten pm to four am. Around that. I hope it's okay." he said with a side glance while eating.

"Of course it's okay, honey. At least you finally go out of the house." said the mother. At his mother's reaction, James was shocked. Because how could she? How could she let his little brother stay out after midnight when she doesn't even let him go out sometimes. "Just stay safe." Well, maybe he did need to go out and stop sulking in his room.

"Thank you." Y/N smiled at his parents.

He went to shower right after dinner and dressed up in nicer clothes. He only had his wand and wallet in a bag. He ran his hand through his hair and turned to the boys.

"Do I look decent?" he asked, his face suggesting that he doubted it.

"I will only answer this question once you tell us who you dating," said James, his arms crossed, his chin up high.

Y/N shot him a bored glare and turned to the mirror in their hallway. "Meh, it will do," he said as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Why won't you tell me?" pouted James, Sirius nodding next to him.

"Because it's none of your business," answered Y/N, fixing the collar of his shirt and unbuttoning the first two buttons.

"I always talk about Lily to you! Why can't you talk about your partner or crush or whatever to me?" Y/N rolled his eyes and turned to his brother.

"The difference between us is that I never asked you to talk about Lily," he said, throwing the backpack over his shoulder.

As much as James looked - once again - shocked, Remus interrupted. "He does have a point," he commented. Y/N walked closer to James so he could speak lowly.

"And also, my sweet brother." he had an innocent smile on his face. "Out of the two of us..." he pointed between the two of them. "...I'm the one who can get laid," he said with a smirk, earning gasps from the other three. He left the living room gracefully and leaned against a wall in the hallway.

He looked at the clock. It was almost ten pm. Which meant that Regulus could be there at any second. At least that boy didn't keep him waiting.

The bell rang and Y/N ran out of the house and closed the door behind him. He turned to Regulus with a big smile.

"Hey," said Regulus, going in for a deep kiss. Y/N ran his hand through his dark hair and smiled into the kiss.

"I...missed...you...so much," he said between kisses. He hugged him close, hiding his face in the crook of his neck.

"I missed you, too, darling." Regulus kissed Y/N's temple, resting his chin on top of his head after. "Are they...trying to look through the curtain?"

Y/N turned his head, looking at the windows where behind the curtains were three shadowy figures.

"Will they realize that they can't see through it or..." he asked and Regulus scoffed with a half-smile.

"Nah, they won't." Y/N chuckled and turned back to Regulus. "But I believe we have a date and I don't want to miss it."

Remus leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping his third glass of water. The clock said half-past four, so did the sun that just came up. He groaned, trying to find a way to improve his sleep schedule when he heard the front door open.

"He's gonna kill me." he heard a familiar voice. It wasn't Y/N's, that's for sure.

"He's not going to kill you," argued Y/N with someone. "Besides, he has to get through me first if he wants to."

"Then it's going to be Sirius." sighed the other and Remus recognized his voice. His best friend's brother was dating his other best friend and boyfriend's brother.

"As I told you before." Y/N turned to Regulus. "Over my dead body." he pecked the boy's lips and smiled.

"So...we're going to tell them everything, right?" asked Regulus, his arms around Y/N's neck. The other nodded.

"At least we dealt with my parents last year." Y/N giggled and Regulus smiled at him.

They walked into the living room, laying down on the couch. Regulus laid his head on Y/N's chest, letting the boy stroke his dark hair. He hugged him close and they let out quiet giggles.

"Nothing bad is going to happen, I promise," said Y/N, kissing Regulus' forehead.

Regulus didn't say a thing, he just nuzzled closer to him, almost instantly falling asleep in his arms.

Remus at first couldn't decide if he should wake his friends and tell them what just happened. He walked up the stairs and into the guest room where he and Sirius slept.

When he pulled the blanket over himself, Sirius turned to him and hugged him. "Finally, you're back..." he said.

Remus came to the conclusion of telling his friends in the morning to not freak out and accept the fact that Y/N and Regulus were together.

He was the first one to wake up in the morning and the one to wake them up.

"What the heck is it Moony? I coulda slept for another twenty minutes." James yawned.

"I will tell you, but you..." he pointed to James and Sirius. "...are not allowed to freak out."

"Okay?" Sirius shrugged his shoulders and cocked an eyebrow.

Remus ran down the stairs, the others following him right behind. He saw the pair were still sleeping on the couch.

"Surprise." he pointed at them.

"Oh my Merlin!" said James with a grin.

None of them could see Regulus' face yet. They walked closer, trying to roll him just a bit over, unsuccessfully.

"What the...what are you doing?" Y/N woke up and pulled Regulus closer.

"Nothing! Nothing..." said James while backing up.

"Then why are you creeping around me and my...my boyfriend!" he asked, proudly saying the word "boyfriend".

As much as they all tried to not wake up Regulus, he grunted and lifted his head. James gasped and Sirius' eyes went wide. He stood there, behind his friends as he watched his brother sit up on the couch.

Remus patted his shoulder. "Do. Not. Freak. Out." he said slowly.

Sirius stood there in silence.

"Hi," said Regulus.

"You...are dating my brother," said James slowly.

"Yes, he is," Y/N said, his tone implying that it is in fact serious.

"You are dating Regulus Black," he asked, his voice high-pitched.

"Yes?" his brother asked back, tipping his head to the side. "Whatever you have to say, I'm just telling you, I am in love with him and I won't leave him however hard you will try to convince me."

Regulus smiled at that, feeling as Y/N held his hand. When he looked up at the others, his smile went away, leaving his serious expression to deal with them.

He looked at his brother. "Let's talk for a moment, Reggie," he said, looking at the ground. Regulus got up from the couch, following Sirius out of the living room. He looked back at Y/N from the doorframe before leaving to go to the kitchen.

James still stood in front of his brother, his expression not changing.

"I think he's in a...shock or something," said Y/N to Remus, who chuckled and pushed James a bit forward.

James made a face as if he was thinking - which he often did, but it wasn't too obvious. "At least it's not Snivellus," he said, his lips going up into a smile. Y/N exhaled loudly. "Proud of you. Is his dick big?"

"Fuck off, James!" he threw a pillow at his head.

"I am kinda mad at you for not telling, but I understand why you didn't. Hope he makes you happy and if he doesn't, I will Avada Kedavra his arse."

"Okay, okay, don't go that far please..." Y/N got up.

Their dad walked into the living room.

"Uhm...just letting you know that Sirius and Regulus are hugging in the kitchen and they are pretty close to crying, you may want to deal with that," said Fleamont.

"Sure thing dad." Y/N ran into the kitchen. "Group hug!" he hugged them and so did the other two. "Are you staying for the day?" he asked Regulus.

"He is," answered Sirius. Regulus laughed, still close to tears. Y/N kissed Regulus' cheek and then his nose. "That's so gay."

Y/N smacked him on the back of the head as everyone laughed.

[allystyles1]

thunderstorm-Tony Stark x reader

warnings: reader is scared of darkness (and a little scared of thunder) feedback is veeeery appreciated! gif not mine.

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"Do you need anything else for tonight?" Tony asked while trying to perfect the bed.

"No, i'm all good. I packed my clothes, i have my make up bag for tomorrow. I got my toothbrush. I think that's all." you answered, you were going to stay at the tower for the first time today and it would be the first night you spent together with Tony even though you had been dating for about a year and he wanted it to be special. He had your favorite scented candles ready, he put new covers on the bed and added another, softer, pillow for you.

"Okay, i'll come pick you up in like 15, i should be there in around 30 minutes."

"No no, don't even bother. I can just call an Uber."

"Sweetheart-"

"Tony, i'm calling an Uber, that's it." He huffed in annoyence, he wanted to pick you up.

"Okay fine, be careful."

"I will, see you. I love you." Your smile was obvious in your voice making Tony smile as well.

"I love you too, bye." he hung up the phone and lit the candles before going down to the lobby to wait for you. He went and sat next to Natasha who also seemed like she was waiting for someone.

"Hey."

"Hi, why aren't you at dinner?"

"I'm waiting for y/n, we'll go together when she arrives." Tony smiled.

"Is she just coming for dinner?"

"No, uh, she'll stay with me tonight."

"Good." Natasha smiled as well. She kind of became a close friend when you and Tony started dating and she loved how you could make the infamous playboy such a lovesick idiot.

"Why are you here?"

"I have a date." Natasha smiled shyly.

"I thought you and Banner were like a thing."

"Well we decided maybe we should try to go out with different people to see what happens you know." Tony nodded his head.

"Do we know this "date" ?"

"You don't, and i'd like to keep it that way." She got up and fixed her dress. "She's here so, i'll see you later."

"She? Wow Romanoff, i didn't think you liked women." Natasha just sent him a smirk and left. Tony waited for a while more until an Uber parked in front of the tower and you got out of it with a small bag. He opened the door and took the bag from you.

"Hey sweetheart." he wrapped his arms around you.

"Hi, please tell me you guys didn't have dinner yet." He smiled and kissed your cheek.

"They just started like 10 minutes ago, come on." He put your bag in his room and you went to dinner together. You knew everybody by now and everyone liked you so you loved hanging out with the team.

"Hey guys!" you sat on the table next to Tony and Steve.

"Hey! We didn't know you were coming for dinner." Steve smiled.

"Yeah well we kind of decided like at the last minute so.." Steve nodded his head and kept eating his meal. You talked about some stuff with everyone while you ate and when you got up to go up to Tony's room Clint stopped you.

"Oh by the way i heard there could be a thunderstorm tonight so i thought you should know."

"Thanks." "Thanks." you both spoke at the same time with Tony and he smiled. You said goodbye to the team and held his hand to go to his room. He opened the door and took your bag from the ground to put it somewhere nicer.

"Are you tired?" Tony asked as he closed the door.

"No, not really." you sat on his bed.

"Do you wanna watch something or do you have anything in mind we can do?"

"Yeah we can watch something." He nodded and you brushed your teeth before laying down to watch it, knowing you'd be too sleepy to do it later. He sat down next to you on the bed when you were done, turning some random show on from Netflix. He adjusted the pillows and pulled you closer to his body from your shoulders making you smile.

"Do you need anything? Are you comfortable?" You nodded your head.

"This is amazing. Also it smells really good in here, thank you."

"Don't thank me, i wanted you to feel nice." he kissed the top of your head.

"I feel nice." you both smiled and went back to watching the show. You had already seen that episode before but didn't want to say it in case he hadn't. After a while you started hearing the storm so you just closed your eyes while wrapping your arms around his body, hugging him. He always brought you comfort when you felt scared.

A few minutes passed but suddenly the power in the building went out. You tightened your grip around him at the sudden darkness. The only light in the room was the one coming out of his arc reactor.

"It just had to happen the night we were together." Tony huffed.

"It's fine, we can just cuddle."

"I thought we already were?" he smiled and lifted your chin up to peck your lips. You laid with your head on his chest for a while but you could tell he was uncomfortable because of something.

"Are you okay?" you looked up at him with concern.

"I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, i know it's a little too bright." Tony spoke, looking at his reactor.

"No, it's fine." you smiled but he still seemed uncomfortable.

"You can leave if you want to, i'm sorry, i know most people sleep in the dark. I just have to wear the stupid thing on."

"Tony it's okay. Do you want me to leave?"

"What? Baby, of course not."

"Okay then stop. I like it. Uh, i'm not the biggest fan of darkness so it's nice." you admitted.

"Oh, then i'm so sorry. I can take my shirt off if that's okay? It's brighter without something covering it, you know."

"Okay, yeah sure." you nodded and pulled your arms back from him. He pushed his body up just a little to be able to take the shirt off and threw it somewhere in the room.

"Is it better?"

"Mhmm." you hummed and hugged him again making him smile. He was happy you weren't disturbed by the reactor, many people didn't like it.

"I'm sorry the power went off, i would have picked another day if you told me you didn't like it before."

"Tony it's not like you created the storm. It's not your fault. I like this, don't worry." you smiled and he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

"I love you so much." You lifted your head and kissed him, his lips soft against your own.

"I love you more." He chuckled.

"Not possible sweetheart." you pouted making him chuckle again. "I love you soooo much. Now sleep, okay? Good night." he kissed your hair and kept caressing your cheek.

"Good night." you kissed his bare chest in return making him smile. He loved you more than anything and you loved him even more.

[uvobreakmylegs]

Floor 200

I’m still working on part two of vampire!Hisoka but here’s a different, shorter piece with him

Warnings: threats of noncon, implied death, implications of smut

You yelped a bit as you moved out of the way of the two young boys who burst out from the elevator, barely managing to avoid them plowing you down as they sprinted past you.

The boy wearing green at least had the decency to call back a “sorry!” to you as they ran, and the rather messy-looking man with glasses that followed behind them also offered you a quick apology before going on his way. Just as quickly as those three had come, they were gone, leaving through a side entrance of Heaven's Arena while your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest at how sudden and unexpected all of that had been.

The encounter was more confusing than anything. With the amount of dangerous characters that lived in the tower, it certainly wasn't a place for children to be running around like that. Some of the people here really didn't give a shit, and if those two ran into someone who was actually dangerous and bloodthirsty, you feared what the end result of that would be.

The elevator doors sliding shut brought you back to reality, and you pushed your arm against one door to hold it open as you slipped inside, pushing the button for the 200th floor.

Thinking about those boys again brought back memories of your own childhood, of running around and playing with your friends and getting into trouble. You sighed a little bit, thinking of the things you used to do and wondering where all that energy had gone now that you'd grown up.

….. Dear God, had you really gotten to the point in your life where you'd be reminiscing about your childhood and the fact that you'd grown up to be as miserable as everybody else? It wasn't like you were that old.

You didn't want to focus on that slightly depressing thought, so you turned your attention to the bags of groceries you held and the meal you planned to make. Tonight was special. After finishing up a few jobs and going through his Hunter exam, Hisoka was actually back and planned to stick around for a while. So to celebrate both his success and return you were planning on cooking dinner for the two of you. You couldn't help feeling a little bit of excitement at the thought of it. It was such a small thing to eat dinner together, but it had been a while since you had seen him last, and you wanted to make the most of it.

The downside of living on the 200th floor of the arena meant that the elevator rides were terribly long, so you usually let your mind wander as the car made its way up the numerous floors. At least the long ride helped you to calm down from that little bit of shock earlier.

The ding of the elevator and the sound of the doors sliding open alerted you when you reached your destination. You left the elevator car and veered to the right towards the hallway that lead to Hisoka's room.

“Hey you- Oh.”

A voice sounded from behind, and you turned around to see who had spoken, finding three men that you knew better than you wanted to. Though for the life of you, you could never remember their names. You only knew them as the one in the wheelchair, the freaky-looking one missing an arm, and the other freaky-looking one in red. Gido.... That one was named Gido. You were about 90% sure that was correct.

“Can I help you?” you asked them.

They all avoided your gaze.

“We were waiting for someone else,” the one without an arm said, “thought you were these two kids that made it to the floor.”

“Do I look like two kids?”

None of them responded to your question. It was clear that they wanted you to leave, but after the last time you had been confronted in these hallways, they knew better than to even say anything out of line.

Hisoka had been pushing you to move in with him, and while you weren't really sure you wanted to live at the tower full-time, you couldn't deny that the room he had on the 200th floor was nice. A lot nicer than anything you could afford in that city. And since there weren't any rent or utilities that needed to be paid, it would be a good opportunity to save up some cash. So you agreed, much to Hisoka's delight.

The incident occurred when you had been moving in; Hisoka had gone on ahead of you, carrying a few boxes while you were bringing up a few bags full of clothes. On the way to Hisoka's room, those three had stopped you, along with a fourth man, one who was covered in burn scars and missing an eye. It was obvious you weren't a nen user, so they'd demanded to know what you were doing up there.

“My boyfriend lives here; I'm moving in with him,” you told them.

“Boyfriend, huh?” the one with the scars asked, “what, you cozied up to one of the fighters here so you could live in luxury without working for it?”

“I don't have to explain myself to you,” you answered.

“No, but you'll do it anyway.”

“Fuck off.”

At that he grabbed you by the throat and slammed you into the wall, the other three laughing behind him as he held you in place.

“It just isn't good for the arena's image if any random slut off the street can be living up on this level alongside the quality fighters,” he said, “so beat it, you stupid bitch. You don't belong here.”

“And a bunch of losers who barely survived their initiations do?”

Your words seemed to hit a nerve for all four of them, and the air around you grew deadly as the grip on your throat became that much tighter. But as he did so, the one with the scars smirked as a thought came to his mind.

“I've got an idea,” he said, “why doesn't your boyfriend make a wager with me? If he fights me and wins, you can stay. But if I win, my buddies and I get to have you for the night, and then you get the fuck outta here.”

“You want to fuck me? I thought I was a slut,” you spat, “is this about humiliating me or are you four just that desperate because no one is stupid enough to willingly get in bed with you?”

He reached with his other hand to grab your jaw and force your mouth closed. Egging him on really was so stupid, but the familiar figure you had noticed from the corner of your eye made you feel a bit more bold.

“You've got a mouth on you. But I've got a few ideas on how to shut you up and put that little smartass mouth to better use.”

The other three had grown quiet, but the one holding you didn't notice.

“So how 'bout it? Will you ask your boyfriend about that wager, or should I?”

It was hard to speak with how he was holding you, but you responded as you pointed to your right.

“I think.... He already heard.”

The scarred man's eyes followed where you were pointing, and when he saw Hisoka standing within earshot, you swore that man's soul just about left his body.

The other three had already noticed him, and were actively trying to distance themselves from their fourth.

Hisoka was smiling, but the second the man laid eyes on him bloodlust he had been holding back oozed from him, filling up the hallway and consuming all four.

The man who had been on your case backed away from you, holding up his hands in surrender.

“I-I-I d-didn't know,” he sputtered.

Hisoka didn't answer at first. He casually walked up to you two and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against him. With how Hisoka's nails dug into your hip, you could tell that Hisoka was well and truly pissed off. The man had stayed where he was, the murderous aura keeping him in place.

Hisoka looked to him.

“I accept your wager.”

The fight between them was one of the most gruesome things you had ever witnessed, and it went down as one of the bloodiest matches in the tower's history. The remaining trio didn't go anywhere near Hisoka after that, and they did everything they could to avoid you as well.

Whatever they were waiting for must have been important to them, seeing as they weren't turning around and leaving at the sight of you. They had mentioned kids, and you wondered if they were referring to the two boys who had come from the elevator.

But ultimately, it wasn't any of your business, and you motioned to the hallway you had been headed for as you asked “do you need me for something? I've got stuff I need to do.”

They shook their heads, their eyes still averted, and you continued on your way. The petty side of you wanted to throw back a quip of some kind, but you decided against it. They already didn't like you; there was no point in making things worse and have them resent you further.

Though it was probably hard for them to start shit when they remembered the way their old buddy was cut to pieces.

When you entered that hallway, to your surprise, you found Hisoka sitting on the floor at the other end. His eyes widened and he grinned when he saw you, flicking the card he was holding and throwing it into the wall. Reaching the end of the hallway, you found several playing cards that had been sliced into the wall at various angles. What the hell was he doing?

“.... What'd the wall do to you?” you finally asked.

Hisoka paused, a new card he was about to throw still between his fingers as he looked over to you.

“After we've been apart for so long, that's the first thing you say to me?” he responded, his eyebrow raised. Though he still had that teasing grin.

“You're making a nuisance of yourself,” you answered, “who exactly is going to clean this up once you're done here?”

“Who knows. It's not my problem.”

“I used to work in jobs like these, Hisoka. Trust me, cleaning up something like this won’t be fun.”

“The people who will clean this up aren't you, so I don't care,” he responded.

You sighed. You wouldn't be getting anywhere with this argument; better to just let it go.

“Is there a reason you're sitting on the floor out here?” you tried instead.

“I'm waiting for someone.”

“Hm. I'm guessing it's not me.”

“Afraid not.”

“Who then?”

“Two promising little fighters who've caught my eye,” Hisoka mused, “but they aren't quite ready to be up on this level just yet. And unless they can get past me, they won't be advancing any further.”

“So this is some kind of initiation thing?” you asked.

“In a way.”

“And how long is this going to take?”

“They need to be back before midnight, so possibly until then.”

Your eyes narrowed at that bit of information.

“Oh? Is something wrong?” Hisoka asked, tilting his head as he looked at you.

“Haven't you forgotten something, Hisoka?”

Seconds passed by as he looked up at you, and you couldn't tell if he was just bullshitting you or if he had genuinely forgotten your plans for the evening.

“Oh!” he exclaimed after a moment, “we were planning on dinner, weren't we?”

“It seriously took you that long to remember?” you asked dryly.

“You'll have to forgive me, pet. I simply got caught up in the moment. You know how I get sometimes.”

“Unfortunately, yeah, I do,” you sighed, “so you're just going to blow me off tonight?”

“It isn't anything personal. This is just something I need to see through,” he explained.

“Oh, of course. At least I know how high I am on your list of priorities,” you responded sarcastically.

Hisoka frowned at that, and as he threw the card he had been holding into the wall, he said “you know I don't like it when you say things like that, even as a joke.”

'Just like you know I don't like it when you cancel last-minute,' was what you wanted to say to him. But as disappointed as you were, you didn't want to get into an argument immediately after seeing him again. And it was easy enough to reschedule a dinner.

“Whatever. We can move dinner to tomorrow,” you shrugging as you conceded.

“I appreciate it,” he said, smiling.

“I guess if I'm not awake by the time you get back, I'll see you in the morning.”

Hisoka nodded, and you began to walk forward, passing him and heading to your room.

A thought occurred to you then, and you turned back.

“When was the last time you ate, Hisoka?”

He seemed caught slightly off-guard by the question, and he looked to the side as his brain tried to recall the last time he had done something as basic as making sure he ate.

“You can't even remember, can you?” you asked him.

“I'll have something when I get back,” he said, shrugging.

You sighed again. Adjusting the bags so you held both on one arm, you rummaged through as you walked back to him. Hisoka looked at you curiously as you held out an apple for him.

“Eat something, idiot.”

Hisoka chuckled.

“If you insist,” he replied, taking the apple.

“I always appreciate the way you take care of me, pet.”

“Yeah, but maybe one of these days you could start to take care of yourself. Kinda sad you need me to remind you to eat, of all things.”

“I can't help it. I like it when you dote on me.”

“Idiot.”

A slight blur of movement from the end of the hallway caught your attention. Someone was listening in, it seemed. Based off the slight bit of red you had seen, it was safe to assume it was Gido. Why he was listening to you and Hisoka you weren't sure. And it didn't seem that Hisoka had seemed to care; if you had noticed him, than Hisoka definitely knew he was there.

“Something wrong? I wouldn't want to keep you out here as well,” Hisoka said.

“... No, everything's fine. I just need to do one last thing.”

“Oh?”

“Since you're blowing me off for dinner, I want something from you.”

You knelt down on your knees and set the bags to the side before you moved in to place a kiss on Hisoka's lips, resting your hands on his chest. He had seemed rather surprised at first and didn't move. But when you began to pull away he reacted, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and pressing you harder against his lips. When you felt his tongue trying to force its way in you relented, opening your mouth and allowing him access. You weren't able to stop the groan that came out of you at the sensation of his tongue moving against your own, and to you it sounded like the noise echoed slightly in the empty hallway. Hisoka always made his kisses intense, and you were always left with flushed cheeks by the end of it.

When you pulled away again, he allowed it. His finger twirled a strand of your hair as he breathed “if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were using me to keep certain pests off your back.”

“Well, you have to be good for something, right?”

“Cheeky thing.”

You hummed as you stood back up, Hisoka trailing his hand down your arm as you did so, the sensation of his nails running along your skin giving you goosebumps. One glance back down that hallway and you could sense that there wasn't anyone there. Probably too awkward for even Gido to keep watching you two. Hisoka had already pulled out another playing card as you picked up the rest of the groceries.

“See you later, Hisoka.”

You began to walk away again, but when Hisoka called out your name, you paused and turned your head. There was a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Don't think you can rile me up and then get away with no consequences,” he told you.

“I don't know what you mean,” you said, feigning ignorance.

“Then I'll have to show you what I mean when I come back tonight.”

“It might have to wait until tomorrow; if you're coming back after midnight I'm going to be asleep. I'm not waiting up for you.”

“Trust me, pet,” he purred as he flung another card at the wall, “you won't be getting much sleep tonight.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the way he said it. It was hardly even that dirty, and he had certainly said much dirtier things to you before. But in a way that only he was able, Hisoka managed to leave you flustered and incapable of keeping eye contact with him. Turning your head away from him just made it worse, as he chuckled at your embarrassment.

“We'll see,” was all you could say.

It was a pretty weak response, and you were quick to head back to the room, trying not to walk away too quickly and show him how much of a hurry you were in to get out of that situation.

Despite all that, you couldn't help the slight feeling of anticipation from what he promised.

You'd probably end up waiting up for him after all.

[bakugohoex]

“i hate your old friends”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: language, kissing, misogyny 

word count: 2500+

a/n: just something i was thinking of this morning, it’s probably very tapped but we move

summary: in which bakugo gets a visit from some old friends, making remarks about you and the other girls, a much more angrier bakugo realises that his past friends never grew up in the past months and he as sure as hell wasn’t letting some idiots talk about his girl in that way

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The late afternoon had brought an unknown chill to the class, you all had decided to go into town after a long training day against each other. Bakugo’s arm was around your shoulder, holding onto your much smaller frame. Your head leaned against his side which fit perfectly into him, talking to Kirishima who was complaining about how injured he felt after being knocked into a wall by you.

“That’s why my girl is so much better than you, shitty hair.” Bakugo mocked laughing with his head tilted backwards. The walk was short enough, the class converging into little groups themselves.

“Your girlfriend is an exact copy of you fighting wise.” Sero remarked remembering how you truly were a sweetheart but when fighting you became a Bakugo clone with anger and shitty talk to back you up with your ferocious quirk.

You turned to the boy pouting, “you don’t need to be so mean.”

Sero laughed along with the other boys a scowl on Bakugo’s face at the implications, “hey, you should be glad you’re a copy of me.”

Giving a disgusted face he rolls his eyes grabbing you closer towards him. His body always felt so warm, soft even but the look of disgust at being dragged along was evident in his scarlet eyes. “We’ll meet back in an hour.” Momo said as everybody began going their own way.

Bakugo and you were the only ones left, he had let go of your shoulder, putting his hand out for you to take. “Where do you want to go shitty woman?” He muttered knowing for the next hour he would just be dragged around.

“I want to buy some new shirts and I need to get some manga’s that have come out…” You began to think what else you needed to get, “oh yeah, I need to get some jewellery as well, we can get you some rings, they’ll look good on you.” You had said the last part touching his fingers with your other hand.

“Whatever.” He grunted dragging you into some stores, helping you pick out new tops and other jewellery, it was all a lot calmer with the boy. He tried to make you buy an ugly red and yellow shirt, but you refused at how gross it looked.

“Suki it literally looks like someone puked up on it.” He had put it across his chest as you were carrying some bags.

“And I’m the one who gets shouted out for being mean.” He grabs the bags in your hands having chucked the ugly shirt to the side and re-grabbed your hand.

“Hey.” You punch his arm as he shakes his head. “There’s rings over there.”

Dragging him along, he follows a lot more unwillingly, you look through the silver rings, and necklaces. “This would look nice on you.” He holds up a ring with a red diamond inside, it was all cheap jewellery, but it did look nice.

“Yeah, I might buy it.” You said attempting to grab it.

He stops you as you tilt your head in confusion, “I’ll get it for you.”

“You…”

He interrupts you, “I want too, it might not be that much but one day I’ll buy you a real diamond.”

You smile at the boy, a grin even at the boy who  hadn’t looked back at you, continuing to skim through the rings. But all you could look at was him, how his eyes were fixated on the rings, they were all pretty but on his veiny calloused fingers they’d be immaculate.

“I want these.” He takes out the rings, the silver that would fit nicely across his fingers, he just wanted your approval and your nod indicated that you liked them as well. “Come on, baby.” He takes your hand, grabbing you closer to his body as you stand in line.

You leant your head against his broad chest, his arms around your waist as you held the items. Maybe you had gone overboard with buying clothes, but the look of love Bakugo had when you had worn each item made you want them all. He grabbed the bags from the floor as you went to the counter putting them across. Taking some cash he passed it and took the bags for that as well, he definitely looked like a man being dragged by his girlfriend. Your empty hands as he held the bags and your hand looked like a scene, but he didn’t care if he looked like some sort of simp because it was all for you.

“We only have about 10 minutes lef…” You were interrupted by the sound of two boys, you didn’t recognise and by the look on Bakugo’s face neither did he.

“Bakugo.” They both shouted, both turning around to be met with two boys, one with grey black hair that went up to his shoulders and another with much shorter hair.

Bakugo looked confused as ever and he hated how his time with his girlfriend was being interrupted. “Bakugo it’s us.” The one with much shorter hair said.

Bakugo remained ever more confused, “who are you again?”

The look of confusion between the three boys was evident at how Bakugo had clearly forgotten who they were , “we went to middle school together.” The other boy said.

“Oh yeah, extra #1 and extra #2.” You tried to hide the small laugh at how Bakugo really remembered them as that and even then, probably only remembered having two friends and not who they actually were.

Before you could ask their actual names, you heard the shout of Mina running up to you with a lot of bags. “Mina don’t you think you went a bit overboard.”

“Really me, isn’t your boyfriend the one carrying your 10 bags, some of us aren’t lucky enough to have a man.” She fake wiped a tear before showing you the shirts she had, one catching your eyes, the ugly red and yellow shirt. Maybe it would work on her, maybe.

Momo and Jirio were the next to reach the two of you, “who are they?” Momo questioned pointing at the two boys who were trying to converse with an unamused Bakugo.

“Some extras I used to know in middle school.” Bakugo muttered back.

Momo turned to you and you shrugged looking at what she had gotten, in what seemed like less than a second, the whole class seemed to have come back, and you could see Midoriya eyeing up the two boys. You stood along with the girls unable to show your items at how Bakugo’s grip remained tight on the bags. Midoriya began walking over and you watched the scene take place.

“Kacchan, oh hey guys.” Midoriya, always the sweeties walked with a smile on his face, he’d grown a lot since his crying days and even then, through the tears there was always something strong to him.

“Woah Bakugo, you actually hang out with this loser.” At the sound of the one word you all looked wide eyed. Iida was about to say something but Bakugo spoke up instead.

He looked at you and you nodded, “I was with my girlfriend before you shitty extra’s interrupted us.”

“Woah, which one’s your girlfriend.” They both scoured the group of girls, eyeing each of you up and down like a piece of meat. They reminded you too much of the little grape head who had been trying to sneak into the bags to see if you had bought any lingerie.

“It’s got to be the one with the biggest boobs.” All your eyes flickered red; anger filled through the girls as you wanted to kill them in a flash.

Bakugo seemed pissed, not only had they looked at you with their disgusting eyes, but they were making remarks about his girlfriend's chest size. “We should all get going.”

Midoriya tried to calm down the situation, seeing the fury between the girls, specifically in your eyes but also the anger that looked to boil along Bakugo’s face. “No, why don’t we invite our old friends to UA, show them how an actual pro hero is made.”

You knew what Bakugo was doing, he was pissed. He knew he was better than them, he knew he had it all, the flashy quirk, the looks and even the girl but here he was in front of two random guys and he felt like they didn’t understand how much better he actually was.

“Katsuki, why not leave it fo…” You began to speak but he interrupted you once again.

“We’ve got time and the rest of the day off Y/n, we can show them the dorms, have a little chat.” You knew what the little chat indicated, him beating them to a pulp if it was necessary.

They looked between you and Bakugo and you were worried, it was easy enough to get them through if they came in with other students but the idea that Bakugo might hurt them worried you. You didn’t say anything and Bakugo started walking ahead, the two boys following behind him. It felt like a glimpse into the past, they were never his friends, you could tell, more an entourage who encouraged the behaviour.

Walking over to Midoriya you began asking him questions, “what were they like back in middle school?”

Midoriya hesitated scratching the back of his head, “umm…well I guess…mean really, don’t get me wrong Kacchan is a lot better now mainly because of you but back then he was a bully and those two would follow him around just as they’re doing now.”

Bakugo had noticed you talking to Midoriya, but so fuelled with anger he began to think you’d see his old side, even if little had changed, he’d become better around you, nicer to you. But the two extras following behind him, it pissed him off. “Wow Bakugo, the girls are really hot, you can’t just be sticking to one when you have such a wide range.”

Momo felt disgusted being talked about in this manner and Ururaka tried to bring comfort but being talked about as if you were a flavouring of ice cream was pretty unsettling. “You’ve got to admit it, the one whose around Midoriya is the hottest, why would she be around a loser like him though?”

Bakugo’s knuckles became whiter at the sound of them talking about you, his brows furrowed together and the bags in his hand would snap if he held them anymore. “Katsuki.” You whispered walking quicker to reach him up ahead, the two boys had noticed this action watching at how you stood beside him, even saying his first name. “Are you okay? We don’t have to do this; we can just leave them.”

The entrance of the dorms were near but even then, you could always tell them to fuck off, but Bakugo stayed adamant. Overhearing more of their conversation as your face fell white, “even if Bakugo could get her, she looks like a slut, she’s probably slept with the whole class.”

It was the final straw for the boy, just outside the walls, Bakugo dropped your bags. Giving a small look of apology before grabbing the two boys collars with both his hands and pushing them into the concrete. “If you ever speak about my fucking girlfriend like that ever again, I will kill you.” He lifted the two up before hitting them back onto the concrete.

“Katsuki, leave them.” You tried to calm him down, but he looked even more pissed. Those words they had spoken, you a slut, his girl, his gorgeous girlfriend was worth so much more than they are ever. “They don’t mean anything.”

You grabbed his hands, rubbing circles around his fingers as Kirishima helped the two boys and with Denki sent them off to leave. They seemed scared, pissed even but the look of horror at the class who seemed to acknowledge Bakugo’s strength spoke out more. They had realised Bakugo had grown a lot in these months, that to you he would never act the way he had acted prior.

Kirishima was the one to speak up first as everybody had started walking towards the dorms, you grabbed some bags and Bakugo took the others. He didn’t meet your eye but listened to the red head, “those friends of yours are real dickheads.”

You nodded in agreement, walking through the doors to feel the warmth surround you. “I hate your old friends.”

It was an acknowledgement that Bakugo was glad he felt as well, “they were never my friends, just stupid extras, you’re my friend.” Bakugo admitted to Kirishima who gave a toothy smile.

“Of course I am, we all are.” He smiled before excusing himself seeing how Bakugo needed some sort of comfort.

“Let’s go up to my room.” You put your hand out, it was a hand that had brought so much love and warmth in the months you had been dating. He grabbed it bringing it to his lips, kissing each and every knuckle individually.

Walking to the room in silence, you finally dropped the bags, the boy collapsing onto your bed in a heavy sign. “Kirishima’s right, they are dickheads and you’re worth so much more than them.” You spoke comforting him; he opened his arms out allowing you to rest on his chest, his arms around you.

“I shouldn’t have let them say all that shitty stuff, I didn’t care what they said about the girls or even the brat Deku, but they spoke about you as if you were replaceable as if you were some sort of whore and I just couldn’t stand for that. 

It was a confession, something that made the blond vulnerable in your arms, but the soothing pleasure he felt having you in his arms would relieve all the pent-up anger. “They don’t deserve to even have known you baby, you have all of us and I’m never leaving you for anybody. You’re stuck with me.”

He smiled, not a smirk or coy look, a genuine smile at the girl he loved, “i guess, if I have to have you forever.” Giving a small chuckle at the boy, you looked up to his face, lifting yourself up to encase his body between your arms and moving your face to face his own.

“Was this all a ploy to get me into bed?” He gleamed as he lifted his head up to make your lips touch.

The kiss was faster with pace and lust, he still needed to discharge all the anger and what better way than through you. His perfect little girl who’d do anything for him, who loved him and made him, the man who had been incapable of caring for another person, love. He held your arms before flipping you onto your back, his own mouth still attached to you. But now his body trapped yours underneath, as much as he hated having you on top, seeing how perfect you looked on top had become an ingrained image now in his head.

Tongue against tongue, mouth against mouth, hands in hair and others on your bodies. It was love in the purest form, no words only actions and it was the only way for Bakugo to prove that you were his and nobody would ever treat you like that ever again. Oh so help anybody who ever dared to see you as anything other than his strong independent girl.

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[dimitrescus-bitch]

Hunger (Clarisse La Rue x Reader)

Song: Hunger by Florence and the Machine

smut

It was sort of cruel, the things that you watched Clarisse do to herself. She had to be the best because that was the only way she knew how to get approval. The approval was just the attention that she’d missed whenever she was growing up. You knew that, you could see it in her eyes, because it’d been the same thing you had done to yourself. In the end, both of you had starved yourself of the same thing, just for different reasons. Attention, more specifically affection. 

There was a way that people expected you to act as a daughter of Aphrodite. You worked for that and in doing so, you had accidentally isolated yourself. You’d set yourself apart from everybody else and that was where you found Clarisse, wandering the opposite side of the same island. Someone had let the ridiculous notion that she was only worthy if she was leading the charge. So, she turned herself into a leader and when it became clear that a leader wasn’t needed, she lost herself a little bit. 

There were quiet moments where you caught her trying to find her footing. It broke your heart to see her like that, even worse than when she was actively breaking your heart. Distance, she always said that your relationship had to keep distance. Nobody was allowed to get too close to her, so when she’d slip up, she would push you as far away as she could within the walls of the camp. Clarisse always came back though, which had to have meant something to one of you. 

“Why is your room so much nicer than mine?” Clarisse asked as she awkwardly looked around it. She was trying to hold out on you, but the way that her fingers twitched when she walked past you told you that she was close to breaking. “I mean, where are you getting this stuff?” 

“Gifts, I’m very popular here,” you said with a small smirk. Clarisse frowned, familiar thoughts running through her head. It wasn’t that she doubted your dedication to her, but rather that there was any reason for you to dedicate yourself to her in any way. Each time that she left you, that insecurity grew a bit inside of her and she had no idea how to stop it from completely consuming her. 

Clarisse paused as she tapped your lava lamp. It was lame and you had definitely meant to give it to her. She’d stare at it whenever she was in your room, fascinated by some element of it. Maybe whenever you’d first gotten the lamp it was cool, but you had never seen Clarisse so openly look at you with a fraction of the interest. So, yeah, maybe you were jealous of the lamp getting more of Clarisse’s attention than you, but you could get a more practical lamp and just give Clarisse that one. 

“Why do you come here?” you asked Clarisse. She didn’t tear her eyes away from the lamp or even give any sort of acknowledgement that she’d heard you. You sighed and threw your body back against the pillows dramatically. 

“I don’t know. I like how you make me feel,” Clarisse said abruptly. She turned around and walked over to the edge of your bed. For a moment, you wondered if she’d sit down or lay next to you, but she just stood there, hovering over you. “Why do you let me in?” 

“Because I like you. You don’t look at me like everybody else does. Hell, you don’t look at me at all,” you said as you sat up on your knees. You crawled over towards her and grabbed the collar of her shirt. “Why don’t you look at me? Is it because you’re ashamed of what we do here or because you’re ashamed for yourself for wanting someone else?” 

“I look at you,” Clarisse said quietly. You pressed a kiss to her cheek and moved your hands to take out her ponytail. You ran your fingers through her hair and noticed how her body went slightly slack. 

“You may look, but you don’t see me Clarisse,” you told her as you backed away from her. “Do you know what you’d see if you did?” 

“No,” Clarisse said as she followed you onto the bed. You sat back and she laid herself in between your legs. You set your fingers under her chin and tilted her head up so that she had to look at you. 

“You’d see your own cravings and the same starved look in my eyes,” you told her. Clarisse squeezed her eyes shut and you dropped your hands. You knew that you’d overstepped, but you didn’t know how far you’d gone. With a heavy sigh, you flopped back against your bed and covered your face with your hands. Hopefully if Clarisse decided to leave, she’d do it soon so that she didn’t see you breakdown. 

“Everybody loves you.” Clarisse sounded confused by something. You moved your hands from your face and she climbed up a little so that she was hovering over you. She grabbed one of your hands and moved it onto her back and put the other near her neck, so that you could run it up into her hair. 

“But it’s not me that they love,” you said and Clarisse bit her lip as she stared down at you. You watched her eyes flick down to your lips, so you leaned up and kissed her. Clarisse kissed you back, not hesitating at all. 

Clarisse wasn’t shy by any means with you, but she’d never been one to focus on the smaller intimacies. The small little touches and kisses as she undressed you and herself. The lingering look at your body had given you butterflies in your stomach, but you were so excited about the fact that she was looking at you. She stopped to take the time to see you and what you were offering her for as long as she’d have you. 

This slower and closer approach that Clarisse was taking forced her out of what she had built as her comfort zone. You could see that she was nervous, afraid she would mess up somehow. The tremble in her hands slipping through the cracks of the façade of confidence that she normally wore like a suit of armor. Still, Clarisse went on and once she was laying between your legs, she seemed much more comfortable. 

The unspoken rules of your arrangement still stood. Clarisse worked at her own pace and you kept your hands off of her while she did her thing. You would grab at your sheets and hold on tightly as her tongue worked wonders on you. A part of you wanted to grab onto her, bring her somehow even closer to you, but you didn’t. One of Clarisse’s hands snaked it ways up your abdomen and she reached out for you. Instinctively, you grabbed her hand and held onto her tightly as if she’d float away if you didn’t. 

“You’re squeezing,” Clarisse told you as she moved away from you. You let go of her hand, but she kept holding on. “I didn’t say you had to completely let go, just loosen your grip a bit.” 

“Come here,” you said and Clarisse moved to lay down next to you. You wrapped your arm around Clarisse’s body and held her against you. There was a second where she had gone rigid before relaxing almost completely. You could feel her squirming a bit, and you had an idea of why. “Can I touch you?” 

“Will you have to let go of me?” Clarisse asked you. “Because I don’t think it’s worth it if you do.” 

“I don’t have to let go of you to do that,” you promised her. Clarisse gave you a small nod and you slid your hand down her body. She held her breath until you’d started to really touch her. You wondered if she knew that she was doing that or if it was an involuntary response to this. It was a new situation for the both of you, there had to have been things you’d done earlier that you hadn’t noticed. 

“Please,” Clarisse pleaded with you for more. You pulled her closer against you before leaning over her a little so that you could kiss her. Everything about her was warm and perfect while you had her in your arms. 

A small little whine escaped her lips while she clenched around your fingers. You were held in place there until she was completely finished. Clarisse’s blunt nails dug into one of your wrists. It was a rare moment where she wasn’t holding back any part of herself at all. Seconds later, when her body relaxed enough for your fingers to leave her, she let out a sob. That was when she pulled away from you and you shuddered from the newfound lack of warmth. 

“Clarisse, it’s okay,” you said quietly and she started looking for her clothes. 

“Shut up!” she yelled. 

“No!” you shouted back at her. She paused and looked up at you, never having seen an outburst like that from you. “You always leave me by myself. You run away because you’re scared. You run scared and I have to sit here heartbroken.” 

“It’s scary to love someone Y/n!” Clarisse dropped her clothes and fell onto her knees on your floor. “Fuck.” 

“Then stay and let me love you. Everybody deserves to be loved Clarisse,” you told her. She pulled herself off of the floor and sat down in your bed. “I want to be able to openly love you. I know that I love you, but you don’t know what that means.” 

“What if I take too much?” Clarisse asked you. 

“You won’t. For you, I’m sure that my love is endless,” you promised her. Clarisse smiled at you and laid back in your bed again. You put her shirt on and then laid down in her arms. “Goodnight.” 

“Uh, night,” Clarisse said a little awkwardly. You’d honestly expected as much, Clarisse was a good man in a storm, but she wasn’t adequately prepared for emotional storms. 

[malloryslourd]

Madison Dating Goodeday’s Daughter

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Warnings: Some Strong Language, Mentions Of Alcohol Use, Suggestive Themes

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A/N: yea yea i did it😼 these are crazy long tho so... oops maybe

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before you two even get together there’s always a weird aura around the way you two act with each other

Madison still made her snarky comments but they were better categorized as backhanded compliments instead of her standard bitchy remarks

being raised by a Cordelia and Misty you were always taught to be as nice as possible, but the other girls notice you’re a lot nicer to Madison than anyone else

if you ever need to run an errand Madison volunteers to go with you

only to “get out of the house” tho

if you volunteer to do the dishes after dinner she conveniently will stay behind to help

if she needs help with a spell or class you’re always free to give help

it’s all just really convenient

one of those convenient nights when everyone’s already went to their own rooms and settled, you two were downstairs cleaning up the kitchen

Madison was making jokes about the other girls that you laughed at even tho they were a little rude

after a while the laughter and struggling to breathe at moments turns into a tense silence, the two of you sharing quick glances as you moved around the room

you’d finally stop to take a breath and look at her out of the corner of your eye

“You’ve been a lot nicer to me than usual, you know?”

Madison stopped cold, trying to think if it was that obvious that she had been

“I don’t... You...”

“It’s not a problem. Like, not to say you’ve been outstandingly mean to me. You’ve always been... nice”

you’d both fall quiet again, waiting for the other to continue on

“You’re easier to be nice to. You’re not like everybody else”

the conversation would end again, actually allowing for some cleaning to get done

after that you both hurried to finish and go your own way to your rooms

the convo had been awkward enough, there was no reason to continue it

the next day you talked to Mallory and Zoe about it

“I don’t know... it was just, like, weird to be honest”

Zoe would most def be like “Yeah it was weird because you’re in love with her”

#ZoeIsNoHelp

you kinda both distanced yourself from each other for a bit, neither of you wanting to be alone in a room with the other

it didn’t take long for another confrontation to take place

it would happen at a party thrown at the coven when Misty and Cordelia were away

after a few hours of music too loud to handle and few sips of whatever the hell Coco created in the kitchen, thoughts became words a lot easier

you and Madi ended up sitting next to each other on a couch, not saying anything at first

then you would turn to her, grabbing her arm and tilting your head while you waited for her to acknowledge you

“Why don’t you hate me?” “What?” “Why don’t you hate me like everyone else? What did I do?” “I... I don’t fucking know!”

you’d blink at each other

you weren’t satisfied with that answer and she knew that

“Not cool Madi” “You’re not cool” “Bullshit, you think I’m cool” “Yea, sure I do. I think you’re the goddamn coolest” “Because I am!” “Whatever” “If I wasn’t cool you wouldn’t like me as much as you do. Admit it!” “I don’t like you!”

it was definitely the drinks that had made that hurt a lot more than it should’ve

“But do you really? Like do you like me or what?” “I was joking. Of course I like you” “Not like that... Do you like me?”

she would go extremely quiet, thinking about that fact that maybe she DID like you

“I... I think” “The fuck is that supposed to mean?!” “I don’t fucking no!” “It’s a yes or no question Madi!” “Well then yeah, I like you! A lot!”

you’d let go of her arm slowly, both of you slightly leaning away from the other

“What the fuck am I doing?”

Madi would get up and hurry to the kitchen, you following her through the crowd of ppl

she leaned against the counter watching as you followed her in

you were pissed, what did that even mean

you’d start asking her what was wrong, saying that something was obviously keeping her from telling you the truth

after continuous “I don’t knows” and another cup of God knows what she would finally turn to you

“We can’t be together! Are you crazy?” “Why the fuck not?” “Are you serious? I literally have tried to kill your mother, very unsuccessfully! Everyone here hates me and everyone loves you! It just doesn’t make sense!”

you’d tell her it wasn’t true and shake your head

not everyone hated her, or at least in your mind, and if they did who really cared

“Well fuck them, I don’t care. If we like each other than so what? It doesn’t matter”

her face had somehow ended up in your hands and you both just stared at each other

after a very long discussion, interrupted by way too many drunk ppl, you both would somehow end up in your room, sitting on your bed, facing each other while holding hands and trying to figure out what the hell happened downstairs

you’d fall asleep taking about it, offering absolutely no help to clean after the party- very in character for Madison, very out of character for you

the relationship would be mostly secret from there

Queenie knows everything tho, she knows everything

it would be small changes around the house

the two of you sitting together for every meal, instead of Madi joining just a few errands it was almost all of them, you would go upstairs to go to bed at just around the same time

the girls put two and two together before Cordelia and Misty did

Zoe was $100 richer

Coco? not so much let’s just say that

they didn’t say anything, they knew it wasn’t their place

it was pretty easy for a while until there was a stupid slip up: Madi forgetting to lock your door after coming in to hang out with you

Misty would just walk in to the two of you laying on each other, one of your faces buried in the other’s neck

there was no getting out of it, she knew immediately- everything made sense at that moment

Misty and Cordelia are not the happiest about this relationship

you two were able to keep it secret for two months at the absolute most, but these women aren’t stupid

Cordelia is incredibly disappointed

Misty on the other hand is trying to figure out how long her prison sentence would be if she just so happened to kill someone

it would lead to a giant argument between the three of you, Madison secretly spectating from a bit of a distance to ensure her own safety

Cordelia would say something like “I’m over it, you two can’t be together”

the conversation wouldn’t end well

you’d end up walking out of the room to go rant to Madison or some of the other girls while absolutely fuming

you, Cordelia, and Misty would exchange very few words over the next two or three weeks, at least

Madi would be there to help with it tho

reassuring you that you did nothing wrong or everything would be okay

she would feel guilty, thinking about how she HAD done some pretty horrible things to them both in the past

but she was willing to fix that

your best interest was always Madison’s top priority

she wouldn’t want to ruin anything for you

so she would help you with whatever you needed- magic, chores, literally anything

you would insist it wasn’t necessary but that’s all she wanted to do

and plus it gave you both an excuse to be with each other more

the more time you two spent together the more considerate Madi became to everyone else

granted, everyone thought this was some type of prank or worse some type of sick trap, but it was nice (?)

Cordelia would notice it

the bitchy comments at dinner almost came to a stop(emphasis on the almost), she did what she had to around the house without having to be asked more than twice or so, and she stopped going out of her way to make ppl miserable

but she couldn’t help but notice you were a lot happier too

Misty on the other hand still thought this was all a coverup for some greater evil, or so she claimed

it wasn’t that she didn’t want to admit to the changes, she just didn’t want to admit to the causes of the changes

it did NOT make sense with her reality that her sweet baby was happy with someone so evil

Cordelia would be easier about it, there would be less times she would stop you going to Madi’s room or vice versa, she’d find herself smiling at the two of you getting along instead of being angry

Misty took a lot of convincing from Cordelia on the other hand

like multiple discussions before bed about how maybe they should cut Madison some slack

that girl was not having it at all

she comes around eventually

soon? no. but eventually? sure.

Madi might not be the best roommate to some of the girls but she’s genuinely a great partner

she always puts you first

no matter what

she likes to know that if there’s anything she can do to make you feel safe or loved, she’s doing it

if she’s not with you in person she texts you as often as she can without being annoying

study dates where you’re actually trying to help her but she’s on her phone the whole time or trying to convince you to give up

she’ll “accidentally” knock the book you’re reading off of the bed or out your hands

“Ugh, looks like we can’t do that anymore... Bummer”

you learn to just give up when she starts retaliating

she’ll sneak into your room after everyone goes to bed, greeting you with a quick kiss you both smile through

you only got caught once but Cordelia didn’t even care enough to say anything at the time, just a “don’t let it happen again” in the morning

it happened again

it’s literally most of the time just the two of you talking about whatever happened throughout the day or watching a movie and laughing at Madison making jokes about on of the actors

Madi is very physically affectionate, no matter where either of you are

she won’t admit it but she’s loves sweet soft kisses rather than a rough make out session- but only in private i feel??? she has a character to uphold outside of closed doors

you’ll be laying in bed and she’ll kiss your forehead and you cheek, smiling at you if you even try to act annoyed with her

the other girls are over the PDA... OVER IT

sometimes they can’t even go into the kitchen to get something to drink, it’s ridiculous

Misty is always disapproving of it, without fail

she’s so childish she would literally make gagging noises just seeing you two sit next to each other

she did that when Madison walked into a room before you two started dating but that’s not important

Madi is very much a Look-What-I-Have-And-You-Don’t type of person (always has been, always will be)

she loves to show you off

“So my girlfriend...” “Yeah my girlfriend...” “Did you see that my girlfriend...”

you would get embarrassed after so much of it, getting flustered everytime she would say “my” or “mine”

Madison lives a very expensive lifestyle, no surprise there, so she’s always buying you some type of gift

you come home and there would be a gift bag on your bed or she’ll text you telling you she had a surprise

she has trouble with saying what she means or being able to talk about how she feels so that’s one of her go-to’s when she can’t figure out how to say “I love you”

you try to tell her it’s not necessary but she doesn’t listen

the two of you could spend all day together and not get tired of the other

you find anything and everything to talk about

some conversations carry on for days sometimes

they’ll roll over right to the next morning without missing a beat

Madi loves to call you “Baby”, “Darling”, “Sweetheart”, and “Love”

the Madison-Calling-Her-SO-Mommy stuff started when she was drunk we don’t have time for that right now

anything that makes you feel special is okay with her

you call her “Sweetheart” and “Love” too, maybe “Babe” instead of “Baby”

with her being so possessive she would buy you a piece of jewelry with her initials on it

a ring, necklace, whatever it may be

and she would love to put it on for you

k, Madison loves a good hickey gotta admit

she has no shame in it either

she likes to both put them on someone and have them out on her

she wears hers a lot more proudly than you tho

the other girls make fun of you for it, saying it look like you got in a fight with someone

thankfully you’re able to hide them from Cordelia and Misty, and Madison is nice enough to make sure they don’t see hers

she notices that Misty is still hostile towards your relationship she would eventually take matters into her own hands

Madi would tell her that she knows her and Misty aren’t the best of friends but you made Madi happy and Madi made you happy and it still hurt you to see Misty so upset with you

Misty doesn’t know why hearing this from her made it anymore convincing than anyone else, but she would understand it now

Madison is always touching you to be honest

she’ll come up behind you and hug you from behind, kissing your shoulder and staying there without saying anything

she’d put her head in your lap and just start rambling about something that happened that day

“Are you ignoring me?” “Of course not” “What did I say?” “Something about... something” “ANYWAYS, back to what I was saying” “Great babe, yeah”

half of her twitter is dedicated to you let’s be real

Madison Montgomery Tweeted: My girlfriend is so much better than all of you :)

“Let’s go do something” “It’s 3 in the morning” “... So?”

driving around the city at night, listening to music and holding hands as you take random turns and streets neither of you had really ever been on

people telling you how much better Madison had been since you got together

going on date nights where the two of you argue over who’s gonna pay for thirty minutes

one of you ending up taking the card out of the others wallet before leaving the house

once both of you did this but you were able to come up with the cash together and a tip for the waiter after making them wait so long

Madi will walk into your room to find you studying or practicing your magic and go “Ugh, you and Zoe hang out too much”

she has the most embarrassing photo of you as he screensaver... like ma’am... this isn’t funny :|

the both of you have pictures with each other everywhere in you rooms

she doesn’t like to argue

she really does try her best to not upset you

so she learns how to be more open about her feelings instead of covering them up and acting as if nothing is bothering her

stargazing on nights neither of you can sleep

making sure to tell the other how much you love them at least once a day

[fabricated-misslieness]

♡〜Can you write an enemies to lovers one shot with Sam Wilson pls? 👉👈💖-anon〜♡

Sam Wilson x gender neutral reader

I don’t know much about Sam but I’ll try my best. I haven’t watched FATWS, and I have no idea what exactly the Sokovia Accords do.

Not very satisfied with this

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 1603

Warnings: swearing

Even before the Sokovia Accords, you and Sam had a bit of a rivalry. 

He was too cocky, too brazen, took nothing seriously. One day, his joking nature would kill him. There’s nothing good about a wasted life. You know he’s skilled; even if his attitude got taken advantage of, he could handle the situation. That said, no prediction in life is 100% for sure. One moment, you’re having the time of your life; the next, you got nothing.

Though in reality, his humour only spiked up around you because he enjoyed seeing you annoyed. There was something about you becoming so easily pissed that made it so goddamn amusing. He liked having a leverage over you, especially when you were so damn serious about every single nitpicking thing. This didn’t mean you didn’t anger him, you were so called enemies for a reason. There’s certain things you do that are so infuriating. Things you do that everybody else does yet they’re so irritating when you do them.

He was always trying to show you up, and even if you knew that training wasn’t a competition or that you shouldn’t be arguing over senseless topics, you really wanted to wipe that shit eating grin off his face.

You couldn’t even stand in the same room together.

Signing the Sokovia Accords gave you a reason to beat the attitude out of him, and you’d gladly take it.

Although, that kid, Peter, apparently had it covered. The teenager fought against the two adults easily, to the point that you really didn’t need to interfere. Granted, that did mean you didn’t get to punch your rival in the face, but it was amusing enough to see him humiliated.

Besides, you had other things to do, something like deal with a ginormous ‘ant-man’.

After the fight and after Cap’s team became free fugitives, you’d received an anonymous call. Not one to be scared, you answered it.

“(y/n)!” The caller said with a familiar joking tone.

“Ugh,” You groan. “Sam.”

“Meet me at the cafe down the road from the tower. I’d like to catch up with you.”

“Who says I can’t arrest you?”

“I know you wouldn’t.” And with that, he hung up on you.

You thought you’d never have to deal with him again. Surely he would’ve kept his distance, surely he would’ve gone underground or something. But nooo, he just had to contact you, didn’t he?

“Sam.” You greet with an obviously annoyed tone.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite friend, (y/n)! This is your usual, right?” He gestures to the untouched plastic cup on the table. It is your favorite, how he knows that, you don’t know.

“Is this a date or something?” You ask, taking a seat.

“Who’s to say it isn’t?” His words shock you, though you don’t let it show. “Aww, come on, don’t look at me like that.”

Furrowed eyebrows and a deep frown decorate your face. You will yourself to ease, but you keep your guard up. “Spit it out, Wilson. What do you need me here for?”

“Now, why would you think I’m scheming something?” He stirs his drink with its straw absentmindedly, sending you a playful stare. He’s being oh so friendly, there has to be something he’s planning.

You scoff, and god does it infuriate him. He’d called you on impulse, he had no idea why and no idea why he even wanted to, but here you were. He had absolutely no plan. “Always pushing my buttons.” He mutters to himself. After clearing his throat, he speaks up again, “I only wanted to talk.”

You raise a brow, one that he really wants to punch off your face.

“You think I can’t do anything nice?”

“I think you’re extremely incapable of doing so.” You and your fancy vocabulary. He wanted you to whisper all your hatred towards him in words he couldn’t understand, just so he could make fun of them; or at least, he hoped. It certainly felt like he wanted it all for another reason.

“But, thanks for the drink.. I guess.” You weren’t raised just to have no manners.

“By the way you owe me-” You cut him off with a familiar glare. “Alright, alright, nothing.”

Suddenly you stand, taking your cup with you. “I have to get going.” For absolutely hating his guts, you look ashamed to leave. “Unlike you, I’m not a fugitive. I have a job to do.”

“Nice seeing you.” He says spontaneously.

“Yeah.”

For a supposed fugitive, you saw him around often. Each time he was nicer and kinder, even if he had even more of a reason to make you his enemy.

Even so, just like always, it was passive aggressive. But there was something new in it; as much as you didn’t want to admit it, the air would be filled with sexual tension.

Everytime you want to see him smirk, you want to both punch and kiss it off his face.

And, it’s only after that you stop seeing him on a regular basis that you realize that he brings out your playful attitude.

Out of all the people in the world, Sam Wilson was not who you wanted to be in a relationship with. Yet the world wanted to be cruel to you and tell you otherwise. 

“How’ve the Sokovia Accords been treating you?” You had a ‘date’ at the cafe every week. Sometimes you dreaded it, other times you looked forward to it.

“Horrible,” You say, absentmindedly staring at the abandoned Stark Tower. “They don’t let us go on missions anymore. I’m glad Tony keeps me around, at least. Don’t know what I’d do without him.”

Sam chuckles, god, you hated his laugh. He seemed to laugh at times where he - no, nobody should be laughing. “You’d need to get a civilian job.”

He relishes in the way you scrunch your face in disgust, laughing heartily. You hated the fact that each time you heard his lively sounds of amusement your chest would warm up. It was as if you enjoyed it.

You scoff, turning to look at him with a glare. He doesn’t seem to hate it as much these days. “What do you even do?”

“Oh, various things.” He shoots you a playful look. “I obviously can’t tell you.”

“Are they harder than beating a teenager?” You refer to his battle at the airport versus Spider-Man.

“I told you to drop that.” 

You roll your eyes, turning back to the tower. The conversation goes stale for a while. The silence between you is insufferable, especially because the people around you talk so enthusiastically.

Sam takes the last sip of his drink before looking at you. “Hey,” as he reaches to tap you on the shoulder, you turn to him again. He freezes for a second then quickly pulls back his hand. He sends you a smile, awkward and seemingly nervous, “I gotta go.”

You nod. He takes his leave, walking quicker than you’ve ever seen him go. As you stare at his retreating form, your hand subconsciously rubs the place his was going to be. Your shoulder burns at the touch, as if it was denying your hand and calling for his.

Fucking Falcon.

“Hey, would you want to join…” Sam gulps, looking at everything but you. He’s nervous, has been for the past week. He refused to tell you why. “Me, Cap’ and the crew?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Sam, this is what you call me for, at the middle of the night? What does that even mean?”

“Well, we do some vigilante stuff, make sure nobody knows it’s us. I was wondering if you wanted to join us.” Without giving it so much as a thought, you scoff. The sound disappoints him, of course you didn’t want to join him. What was he even thinking about?

“You think I would join you?”

But he saw how painful it was for you to sign the Sokovia Accords, your remorse as you fought them… you were a good person, he knew that. 

“Then what are you going to do?” He groans, “The accords prohibit you from doing anything at all. The Avengers grouped together to save people. Even if they try to stop us, we have to keep going. We risk our lives for the people, not to appease the government!”

“But all of this happened because of our mistake! The Sokkovia Accords only-” You keep going on and on, to the point where you’re only spouting nonsense. Sam knows you, even if he’s been your rival the entire time you’ve known each other; as your former ally, he knows everything about your morals. 

He knows you don’t mean this shit, he knows that you’re lying to yourself, and he knows that you regret signing. He can tell that much from the moments you’ve been spending together.

“(y/n), listen to me.” He puts his hands on your shoulders, stopping you from ranting any longer. “You’re lying to yourself.”

“You wouldn’t know that.” You scoff, despite the longing sensation he leaves on your shoulders. You try to push him away, but he doesn’t let you. “You-”

He interrupts you with a kiss and it’s everything you’ve been waiting for. It’s rough but it certainly wakes you up. 

“You’re lying to yourself.” He repeats. 

You take a deep breath, regaining your composure. “You’re right.”

“Come with me, please.” Sam pleads, trailing his hand up to your face and cupping your cheeks. “I miss having you on my side.”

You give in to his touch, moving into his arms for an embrace. “Alright.”

[lllasss1a]

are you mine?

y/n pov

moving in to the hype house has been one of the dumbest decisions i’ve made so far not because i don’t like the people there , i love them , but alex and thomas are always bugging me to be in their videos. i’m like “ a total badass” and “ every guys dream girl” according to them. honestly it all just started because i can drift and do all the crazy stunts . i just love the adrenaline and i just so happen to be good at most things .  when i first moved in everyone was super nice , now that we are all close , they just barge into my room and act like assholes ( in a good way). i moved in a month after vinnie did we became close friend and then we became friends with benefits. for a while i wanted more but he didn’t mention it at all so i just decided to keep it to myself. just as i’m about to go shower vinnie barges into my room.

v: hey you going to the party tonight ?

y/n : nahh not really feeling it i’m just gonna stay in my room , you?

v: yea , i told jessie i was gonna go , we’re gonna hang around for a bit 

y/n: ahh that’s great , i’m going to shower , see you .

y/n pov 

i flashed him a smile and showed how unbothered i was . vinnie started talking to jessie like a week ago and he thinks it bothers me  , but i really couldn’t care less , he’s always like this , trying to get me jealous just to see if i’ll break. 

vinnie’s pov

i hate how unbothered she looked when i told her about jessie , the only reason i talked to jessie in the first place was to get y/n jealous. i really like y/n though she’s so beautiful and she skates and she’s so nice to everyone but she doesn’t take any bullshit. i haven’t told her i like her because i don’t want to ruin what we have and i wasn’t looking for a relationship to begin with , but tonight i’m going to get her jealous. 

y/n pov

ahh , my shower was great i have 20 minutes to get ready before the chaos starts downstairs . i finish getting ready and i look like a total bad bitch . the dress i’m wearing hugs my curves perfectly . i head downstairs  where everybody is . “wow you look hot “  “thanks kouvr”. i see vinnie next to jessie , “thought you weren’t coming” he says “ i changed my mind” . let the games begin 

i’ve been at the party for like an hour and nothing good has happened just vinnie sucking jessie’s face. “ i need a drink” i head to the bar , get my drink and make my way to my room , just then i bump into troy and spill my drink all over him. “ oh shit i’m so sorry ”  it’s fine i’ll just go clean myself up he says . “ you can go to my room and wash up in my restroom” . lead the way he says. 

t : why have i never been invited to your room ?

y/n: because you always just head to vinnie’s room 

t: well i should come to your room more often , it’s nicer 

y/n: thanks, take of your shirt , i’ll get you a clean one from vinnie’s room

i come back to the room with one of vinnie’s shirts and troy stands there shirtless . seeing him like this is doing things to me, he looks so hot . i had a small crush on troy ,but since he's vinnie’s friend i never tried anything , but whenever he came over i noticed how he would stare at me and there was always flirty comments. i hand him the shirt and we just stare at each other .”fuck it” he says . next thing i know i’m pushed up against the wall troy’s hand is on my throat and he kisses me ,i kiss back . the kiss is passionate i grab onto his neck and his hand finds its way to my wet core . “you’re so wet for me baby” he starts to finger me his mouth sucking on my neck “fuckk troyy” i start to palm his erection ,his fingers continue to fuck me and i’m a moaning mess “fuck i’m so close troy” he adds in a third finger and goes faster and with that i cum all over his fingers. he brings up his fingers and sucks on them . “ you taste so good” he says . “time for me to return the favor” i pull down his pants and i get on my knees . his erection springs free and i start to take him in my mouth “ fuckk , y/n you  look so pretty with my cock in your mouth” he grabs my hair into a ponytail and starts to fuck my mouth , i moan around his cock enjoying how rough he is and all the grunts he lets out  “ fuck baby i’m gonna c..cum” i suck on his cock and feel him twitch , with that he comes in my mouth. i swallow his cum and slowly suck on the remaining juices “ fuck you’re so hot, i’m going to have you screaming my name all night” “i’m looking forward to it” he kisses me and just as we lay on bed his phone rings. “ it’s aaron he said there’s an emergency at home” “ you should go , we can continue where we left off another time” “ are you sure y/n ?” “ yea it’s fine” i give him one last kiss before he leaves . i’m so looking forward for round 2. 

vinnie’s pov 

y/n went up to her room with troy , she didn’t even seem bothered when i was kissing jessie. “are you listening to me vinnie” “i’m sorry jessie, i’m going to my room , i want to be alone” i head to y/n’s room “fuck i’m so close troy” i hear y/n’s voice . no fucking way , she’s fucking troy . i couldn’t hate myself more at this moment , not only was i wasting my time with jessie , but i basically pushed her into troy’s arms . y/n’s mine and when troy leaves i’ll show her who she belongs to.

pt.2?? this is my first time ever writing smut. i didn’t proofread and it probably sucks , but lmk if i should continue it ;)