#from her come up to her down fall with her shitty boyfriend i spent the entire show routin for her just for That shit to happen

[danisbrainrot]

tell your boyfriend

natalie scatorccio x reader

warnings: cheating (sorry not sorry, travis), reader being a shitty person, angst

ever since I found out this song was actually about a woman, I don't know why, but I immediately thought of nat. I can't explain it LMFAO.

it had been weeks since the plane crashed, and the team was condemned to suffering in the wilderness. it was lucky lottie had found the cabin in the first place, but as you swung the axe high in the air, before bringing it down with a resounding crack, you started to wonder if life would've been better if you died in the crash.

you were starving, delirious and weak. there was no sign of a rescue team—who knows how long you'd have to spend out here. watching natalie and travis walking back, hand in hand, you felt yourself growl quietly to yourself. it wasn't fair that travis, who'd never talked to nat before the crash was dating her, but you—who'd loved her for years—were forced to watch from arms length. the sight wasn't made any better when you noticed the absence of meat.

everyone was teasing the two of them, causing you to storm off into the forest. you couldn't help but find everything unfair. falling for a girl who liked a boy—knowing if you were a boy, she'd love you.

kicking over a pile of leaves, you took out your anger on the forest. you hadn't even noticed natalie, until you almost pegged a rock at her (you'd meant to get the log). "oh my god, I'm sorry nat," you exclaimed, running towards her to see if she was okay.

she snorts, moving closer to you. "feeling hangry?" she teased, taking a seat on the log you were aiming at previously. you sarcastically laugh in response, taking a seat next to her.

"joke all you want, if you spent less time fucking travis and more time looking for animals, I wouldn't be destroying the forest," you snap, feeling your stomach begin growling. nat's eyebrow raised teasingly, eyes pointed at your tummy. it's timing was uncanny.

"we're not fucking," natalie replied, making your heart race in excitement. "I mean, I'd like to. . . but he can't get it up."

knowing this was your chance, you took advantage of this information. "maybe he's gay?" you reply, trying to sound as earnest as you can. you nudge her side, "no straight man could resist you," you wink at her teasingly, receiving a soft shove to your shoulder.

"I've always trusted your gaydar. . . but I don't think this is it," she mumbles in response, leaning forward and placing her chin in her hands.

there was a beat of silence, as you desperately try to come up with a plausible explanation to break them up. "you could always ask coach, I'm sure he'd know all about gays," you joke.

nat turned her head slightly to face you, "you're right. maybe I should—" your heart sank, realising that she was seriously thinking about it.

"have you thought that maybe he's interested in someone else? and you're just a distraction," you blurted out, wishing you could take it back immediately.

nat scoffed, standing up, "yeah, thanks. that makes me feel fucking fantastic," she snapped, stomping away.

"nat! I'm sorry!" you called out, but she ignored you.

«—(♥)—»

later that night, you found yourself in the storage room, with your stomach growling. you knew that mari was hiding some berries in here and you were so hungry that you no longer cared about stealing.

the sound of creaking behind you made you jump in fright, whipping around to let out some excuse when you realised it was just natalie. "oh, I thought you were mari," you mumble, turning back to continue your quest.

"looking for her secret stash?" she asked, you tried to work out if her tone was curious or teasing. "it's behind the box there."

when she pointed in the direction, you side eyed her, wondering how he knew where it was. glad that she'd shown you, you decided not to ask. you pulled out a large white bucket and hungrily opened the lid, only to be disappointed at the contents. "she's letting them ferment?"

you turn to face natalie, who shrugs, "it's not that bad. it's pretty strong though, just made purely out of berries, makes you get drunk quicker," she explains; you snort at her, shaking your head.

"you'd have a lot of experience with being drunk," you snipe.

"hilarious, you know you're so funny, you should think about joining snl," she replied sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest.

you sighed, putting your head in your hands. "I'm so hungry, nat. I can't keep living like this," you whisper, on the verge of tears.

natalie sits down next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. "it'll be okay, I promise. travis and I are heading to a new place tomorrow, we'll find deer there, I'm sure," she soothes. you lay your head on her shoulder, playing with her hand on your thigh.

"a new place to hunt? or a new place to fuck?" you snapped.

narrowing her eyes at you, she scoffed and got up, "you know, I liked that you weren't like the others, that you never slutshamed me. . . I guess you're just like the rest of them," she replied, leaving you alone.

you knew it was stupid to take your unrequited feelings out on her, especially because she didn't owe you romantic love. however, it killed you watching her fall in love with travis—and the hunger eating you away wasn't making you a nicer person either.

tentatively scooping some of the berry juice in your hand, sipping it, when you heard mari approaching. in a panic, you'd never put something away so quickly.

«—(♥)—»

natalie trudged through the forest with travis in defeat; the gun slung over her shoulder serving as a reminder of her duty as hunter—a duty she was failing. their eyes were still peeled for any deer, hopeful for any last minute catches. however, it seemed like all the animals in the forest knew about their plans.

groaning, nat put her head in her hands and sat on the log. "this is fucking stupid," she grumbles, ignoring travis as he took a seat next to her.

"maybe we should stay put here, just for a little while," he suggests, his thigh brushing against hers. nat rested her chin against her knees and offered him a weak smile.

neither of them noticed you, hiding in the bushes, having given up scavenging for berries. they'd been gone for three hours, leaving everyone else in the cabin to search for food—and for what? it seemed no one would be eating anything. . . meat or fruit. the disappointing view of just the two of them made your stomach growl, reminding you of how long you've gone without eating something substantial.

stepping on a twig accidentally, you winced as both their heads snap in your direction. "you're following us now? disappointed to see we aren't having sex?" natalie sniped, getting up and walking towards you.

showing off your basket, you know that she wouldn't believe you even if it's true. "just hunting for berries, figured they were further out than usual," you mumble, taking a step back the closer she got.

it wasn't until you were both face to face, your chest heaving and trying to look tough, that natalie smirked. "I get it, you're hungry, but you don't have to follow us," she teased.

you rolled your eyes, "travis, can you give us a moment?" you asked, your heart racing as you come to terms with what you're about to do.

travis scoffs, looking at nat for confirmation, who only gestured for him to return to the cabin. in shock, he sent her an odd look, before standing up, and walking away silently.

natalie turned to face you again, "what did you want to talk about?"

"i wanted to apologise. you're right, I shouldn't be slutshaming you because I'm hungry. . ." you pause, wondering whether or not you should continue. desperate to tell her about your feelings, you could feel your heartbeat raising impossibly fast. "it's actually so stupid—the real reason I was mad at you."

natalie raised her eyebrows teasingly, placing her hands on her waist and smirking at you. "let me guess, the real reason is that you like me?" you stare at her stunned, "please, you don't think I know? I'm not Jackie," she laughs. you feel a blush coming across your cheeks.

sliding her thumb through your jean loops, nat pulled you closer to her, until your chest was pressed against hers. "how'd you find out?" you whisper, looking up at her in awe.

"because I may or may not feel the same about you," she mumbles, her lips inches from yours.

"what about travis?" you ask; nat shrugs in response, finally pressing her lips against yours. initially, you freeze, not kissing her back, until she gripped your waist firmly, holding you in place, encouraging you to kiss her back passionately.

wrapping your hands around her neck, natalie pulls away for a second, "I should probably tell my boyfriend," she whispers. you raise your eyebrows in shock.

"tell him what? that I'm your girlfriend now?" you teased, eliciting laughter from the blonde. she nodded, before placing her fingers under your chin and pulling you in for another kiss.

[maggot-baggage]

Cant login to watch it anymore but i think of p-valley, Keyshawn specifically, and start biting my knuckles

[sophiethewitch1]

What We Want - Prologue

In Which A Romantic Breaks The Universe

(Yandere!batboys x f!reader) 18+ MDNI!

SUMMARY

Another lonely birthday, another empty year. You miss your family. You're late for your bills and rent, and even then, you got robbed last Tuesday.

Still, you buy yourself a cupcake, because you need it. I mean, hey. What's dessert for if not to get over cheating boyfriends and dead relatives?

As you blow out the candle, watching the clock switch from 11:59 pm to midnight of the next day, you make a wish.

And because the world doesn't like to make much sense, it comes true. Your life is suddenly flipped on a dime, and you're stuck trying to catch up with it. Fantasy becomes reality. You're a Wayne now, apparently. Or you used to be. You're loved, you're rich, you're talented and powerful.

Well, sort of. Careful what you wish for, right?

(TRIGGER WARNINGS AND MASTERLIST HERE)

PREV - NEXT

The cupcake is smashed. Pink icing and gaudy star-shaped sprinkles coat the interior of the box, and the pastry itself has devolved into crumbs. You just stare at it. It had cost you seventeen dollars. It was expensive, yeah. But you’d spent the last three months walking past it every morning and afternoon in the bougie cafe’s windows. You’d waited. You’d wanted.

And it was destroyed. Completely. The perfect swirl of the buttercream was no more. The single, delicate flower made of frosting had lost half it’s petals. You weren’t sure how you could eat it. The wrapping had been warped, but maybe a tea spoon would work?

You let your head fall into your hands, a sob wracking your shoulders. And then less than a second later you swallow down the feeling, and stride over to your shitty apartment’s tiny kitchen. You grab a lighter, a plastic wine glass and the bottle of white wine Molly had given you earlier today. You hadn’t told her what happened yet, but she could tell something had. She’d gave you the wine, a hug, and the promise to always be by your side.

Despite today’s circumstances, despite this week’s circumstances, despite this decade’s circumstances, you were going to have a good birthday getting black-out drunk.

You weren’t going to let yourself sink into one of your funks. Even if it was the worst day of the year by far. Even if it was the second worst birthday of your life.

You just don’t. It’s not allowed.

Your phone rings. Sliding it out of your pocket, you stare blankly at the name on the screen. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

Malcom. One of George’s friends. You reject the call, block the number, and slide your phone back in your pocket. See? Dealing with things like an adult. Not throwing a temper tantrum, not crying, not… well, destroying your life in an epic meltdown. You’d had a few of those. Still, despite your obvious erraticness, you hadn’t been fired this year. Yay!

You told yourself you were getting better, even as the universe seemingly conspired against your happiness. You were kind of convinced it was.

Turning, you play with the cap on the wine, walking over to your old ratty couch and falling into it. The beast groans at the contact, but you pay it no mind. The thing was probably older than you, and you were celebrating your twenty-first today.

You were an orphan in Gotham, it was not your first time drinking. Molly had dragged you to so many awful parties over the years. But this wine was probably the fanciest you’d ever been given. Scratch that, definitely was. You pour yourself a glass, stick the birthday candle half-hazardly into the largest chunk of cupcake, and grab the remote.

The only true comfort you can get on this day. A woman, a reporter. She speaks, but you can’t really hear what she’s saying. You chug down a glass of the wine, apologising in your head to Molly, and then pour yourself another.

It takes a few minutes, but your muscles relax, and her words tune into focus.

“Today’s memorial, is once again sponsored by the Wayne foundation.”

Yeah, because they’re the only charity organisation in the city. The family of billionaires were debatably the only good ones in existance. Debtable because you weren’t sure if they were good enough themselves. As an orphan who’d known the cruelty of the system yourself, you were a mix of bitter and grateful towards them. Sure, they’d been the only thing that kept you out of true poverty. You were still an awful bitch about it.

You always had been the jealous type. The other kids who got better backpacks or toys or whatever had you seething with fury. The multitude of orphans Bruce Wayne risen out of poverty were not safe from your envy. It didn’t matter if you were… Well, a little bit, just a teeny-tiny-tiddly-little bit… obsessed. Obsessed with them. Kind of manic about it, actually.

You were working on it. Today was a bad day, and you were a little too raw. So, like every little dumb animal on the planet, you went straight to your creature comforts. You pretended you were a roman eating and drinking on their chaise lounge, watching their magnificent entertainment.

Delusional. Your sofa was falling apart at the seems, your cupcake was debris and your entertainment was a memorial service. Wine was good, though.

Gotta focus on the good parts.

You watch the TV screen, the reporter’s voice drifting in and out of focus. There was a family photo of the Waynes and their family friends, all in perfect suits and dresses and pearls and fancy watches. You’d bet that those little accessories were worth more than a year of your rent.

And you lived in fucking Gotham, both the most expensive city to live in, and the worst at the same time. A miracle, truly.

Anyway, they were all stunningly beautiful, even some of the guys. God knows how much the internet went on about Richard Grayson’s long eyelashes. You’d always been enamored with Dick’s good looks. Even Damian Wayne who had only turned nineteen a few months ago and was three years younger than you was already being fawned over by the tabloids.

Gotham’s newest young rich bachelor. Bitterly envious, that was you. You didn’t like that emotion, though, so you turned your attention to others. Namely, delusion.

You let yourself get swept up in daydreams. Of having a rich family, of one so close knit as the Wayne’s. Of having a handsome, loving, kind partner. You don’t let yourself dream about your real family, of a George that was faithful.

You just don’t.

Maybe someone like Tim Drake. Loyal, everyone who knew him described him as loyal. His romances with Bernard Dowd and Stephanie Brown were famous. There were hundreds of papparazzi photos of him with big bundles of roses and a sweet look on his face. You thought someone like Tim Drake would probably be like one of the heroes in your romance novels. Something silly like a meet cute in an airport, or maybe a bookstore or a cafe. He was pretty famous in Gotham’s niche hipster coffee scene, right?

Yeah, you could see it now. Some dumb but cute scene where you get confused and accidentally take his order. You get the same drink, and bond over your shared love of caramel syrup. Like he didn’t live on the opposite side of the city from you, and you probably couldn’t afford whatever fancy shit he drunk. Italian coffee beans versus… well, you didn’t actually know what you bought. You knew it didn’t taste very good, but it was dirt cheap.

What were you doing? Ah, yes, silly daydreams about romance.

But even as you think of Tim, Dick Grayson was so pretty, and he’d had his fair share of partners too. Someone with such an angelic face had to have a personality to match, and the media agreed. Of course you didn’t really know what he was like, this was all just fantasy. Other than numerous tabloid interviews and television, which suggested he had a kind heart and a love for bad jokes you truly knew nothing about the guy. Still, he’d be the golden retriever trope, you think. Or the knight in shining armor, saving his heroine from one of the many disaster’s plaguing Gotham and confessing his love in one big final act. His meet cute would be the airplane one. The blue of his eyes, it makes you think of the sky. You’d take his seat, but he’d be super sweet about it. Like he didn’t have a private jet, and would never be caught on economy.

You think Damian Wayne could play a good romance lead as well. From what you’d seen, he seemed to have a terrible personality, which was perfect for any modern romance. A classic enemies to lovers, with some bickering. Maybe he’d have secretly loved her the entire time, and maybe there’d be a good grovel at the end. So, appreciating his character, he’d have to have a meet ugly. Probably get stuck in an elevator with him or something, and he’d get to display his keen intellect and argumentative nature.

You swirl your wine, nodding your head. Brilliant ideas today, you should talk to Molly more. She’d definitely appreciate your wisdom. She wanted to be a screen writer one day, and all this would be very helpful. She was going to college for it. You couldn’t afford college.

Maybe you were drunk. Maybe you were a genius. It was hard to tell, so you take another sip. That’ll help you figure things out.

“As always, the Wayne families’ faces are morose as they celebrate the late Jason Todd.”

And as always, you felt an odd connection with the dead man. Your lives had both technically ended the same day, in the same grand calamity. Sure, you were still technically alive. Kicking about. But everyone you loved dying in one fell swoop, right in front of your eyes? You felt more like a ghost these days.

Weren’t you supposed to be fighting those sorts of thoughts off? Whatever, it was too much effort anyway.

Your slight obsession with the Wayne family had been initially started by Jason Todd. You hadn’t been thinking about him as much recently with George in your life, but he swung right back into place as soon as George left your life. Like a magnet, or more likely, a compulsion.

But now you were brought right back to the morning after. Seeing the entire city grieving the day after you’d lost your family, your first thought had been ‘Good, I’m not the only one,’ and then you’d stopped being an idiot and realised the city was mourning Jason Todd, heir to the Wayne name. Sure, there’d been hundreds of others who’d died, but that was Gotham. Your family had gotten a plaque filled with tens of other forgotten names, Jason had gotten framed photos hung around the city.

Today, his photo was once again surrounded by thousands of bouquets. Peonies, roses, daffodils, lillies, a rainbow of petals that almost covered his memorial stone. It reminded you of your sad-ass cupcake. When the camera zoomed out, you could see your smaller set of poseys against one of the thirty towering monuments, the tiny names crammed into the rock. Your families name was on line fifty-two, near the bottom. You could only afford the flowers once a year, but you visited once a week at least.

There were other flowers. Other offerings. Other candles. Jason’s dwarfed them all.

You sometimes couldn’t tell if you hated the dead man or were hopelessly in love with him. Obviously it didn’t matter. Even when he was alive he was out of both your league and your tax bracket.

Still, you were absolutely certain of it, Jason Todd would beat up George Lancaster. So fucking bad. To a bloody pulp. He’d be eager to do it, as well. You could hum and haw about how you thought violence was bad but he’d see right to the core of you.

The part of you that wanted George Lancaster to suffer. And he’d do it with a kiss and a promise that he’d make it slow. He’d save you from all your monsters, and he’d do it eagerly. And that was the fantasy of it all, wasn’t it?

You lift your glass, in celebration of your dead parasocial imaginary boyfriend. You hoped he wouldn’t be jealous of your new living parasocial imaginary boyfriends. Hiccuping out a laugh, you swallow down another gulp.

And even then, of course you wanted Bruce Wayne as a father. As someone who has seen the worst of the world, and would protect you from it. As someone who would wipe away the tears, who would save you from your own self. And you wanted Cassandra as a sister, someone to groan over guys with and steal clothes off. You wanted the close relationships they shared with Barbara Gordon and Stephanie Brown, with Duke who’d only recently come into their fold. You even wanted their dog you’d seen in photos, the cat that Damian posted on his instagram, the fucking cow they kept for god knows reason inside the estate. You wanted everything, every part of their lives. You were a jealous person, but more than that, you were a greedy person.

You glance at the clock.

11:57.

You shakily open the candle packet, picking a green one out. That had been Sam’s last favourite colour, but he switched them so often it was hard to remember. You stab it into the pink frosting. Julie always chose pink for her cake. Chasey loved flowers, particularly poseys. The flowers had looked like posesys before they’d been crushed.

You light the candle. It’s tiny flame flickers in the dark room, the warm light overpowered by the cool from the television. You peek back over to the clock.

11:58.

And Mum always made her wish at midnight, because she believed that was when it was most likely to come true.

What would you wish for? You never did, because you never knew what you wanted to wish for. Everything you wanted, everything you could’ve wanted, was gone. It couldn’t come back, it was impossible.

11:59.

You look at the TV, at the blinding forms of the Wayne family. Of their graveyard, with the manor in the background. It’s as impossible as everything else. But that’s what they represent for you, isn’t it?

Something hopeful. Something impossible.

You wanted impossible.

12:00.

You lean over the messy cupcake, and blow the candle out. It disappears in one blow, and you sink back into the couch. You take a few crumbs from the cupcake and sneak them past your lips. In your drunkenness, you probably get more on the couch than in your mouth.

You let your eyes flutter shut, and because only you can, you give yourself the comfort of lies. You imagine loving embraces, whispered platitudes. You imagine that today was a good day, that you’d find yourself tomorrow happy. That you wouldn’t wake up with a hangover, that you wouldn’t have a shitty job, an evil ex, and mountains of debt.

That you’d have people who loved you, who could ease the pain.

And you don’t even care who they are.

MASTERLIST - NEXT

[highvern]

Waited

Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!reader

Genre: smut (18+)

warnings: mentions of mental health/poor self image, drug use (weed), alcohol consumption, cheating, violence (nothing explicit), oral, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, degrading, spanking, marking, jealous Yoongi, rip Namjoon, bi Taehyung

Length: ~4.2k

Note: this originally was gonna be a short FWB smut but alas nothing turns out like i plan hahahahahahahahah shoot me thank you @the-boy-meets-evil and @onlyhuis for subjecting yourselves to this mess.

Summary: Best friends since childhood means you can tell each other anything. Right?

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Yoongi enters your world three days before you turn six years old. His parents buy the house across the cul de sac that's sat empty for months and show up with a moving truck and their two sons. While they're unpacking your mom walks over to welcome them to the neighborhood and you hide behind her leg to stare at the boy with a choppy bowl cut who stares right back from behind his own mom’s leg.

You dub Yoongi your best friend in fourth grade. It’s a silent declaration but one he quickly falls in line with. He’d always been the smallest in class, easy cannon fodder for bullies that want to push around the quiet kid. One time too many people called him stupid under their breath and you snapped. After school detention for three weeks and a handwritten apology addressed to the boy with a broken nose is the price you pay but no one messes with him again after that. 

The first time you realize your best friend is handsome is senior year of high school. An hour before prom your date decided he wanted to go with someone else and Yoongi, who had zero interest in “cliche, organized humiliation rituals” trugged across the pavement to your house in a borrowed tux too big in the shoulders.

He posed for pictures while both your parents cooed, hands respectable at your waist as you both smiled through the awkwardness. His brother drops you both off and slips a contraband flask full of shitty alcohol in Yoongi’s hand before taking off. 

You pretended not to notice when Jisung and Yoongi both simultaneously disappeared, only to reappear twenty minutes later; Yoongi sporting bruised knuckles and the traces of what would become a black eye come the next morning along with a split lip. Instead, you take another sip of what must be gasoline and pull him to the dance floor. During the singular slow dance he allotted, with your head against his shoulder and the reak of his older brother’s after shave burning your nose, you realized you wouldn’t mind if he kissed you. 

The rest of the night is spent emptying your guts in Yoongi’s ensuite because your parents were so confident nothing would happen between the two of you that sleepovers at Yoongi’s were too common.

The first time you kiss Yoongi is also the night you lose your virginity. Your sophomore year boyfriend broke up with you two days before finals. Yoongi couldn’t stand Taehyung or the way you apparently believed he shit rainbows so you expected him to find nothing but joy in the news. 

But when you showed up outside his apartment, elephant tears streaking down your face as you gasped around an explanation, Yoongi said nothing. He simply walked into the kitchen, pulled out the bottle of liquor he saved for special occasions, and passed it to you along with a shot glass. 

He let your drunken sobs stain the collar of his shirt until you laughed yourself hysterical at the irony of it all. How Taehyung claimed he wasn’t ready for anything serious when he pursued you first, how he broke up with you after you told him you weren’t ready for anything physical. 

“Fuck him,” Yoongi grumbled, burrowed between the pillows of his bed.

Your head lulled onto his shoulder with a snort, “I think that was part of the problem.”

Then you kissed him and Yoongi kissed you back. And when you planted yourself in his lap and touched him, he took the chance to touch you too. At some point your clothes were gone, allowing your best friend to take as much liberty as he liked. But even though the details are fuzzy you know he was gentle and devout. Yoongi took all the time in the world, pushing and pushing until you almost broke and melted to the floor.

And after all was said and done you cried while Yoongi held you until your eyes swelled shut.

The next day Taehyung called and asked to work things out. Like a naive fool you agreed and then two years passed in a blink before you caught him fucking the doe eyed underclassmen from his fraternity the night of graduation. 

You wanted Yoongi but the last time you ran crying to him about Taehyung sat in the back of your mind. Since that day he’d taken a step back, missing your calls or dodging plans. Still your best friend but not present like before. Half your own fault because he warned you getting back with Taehyung was a bad idea but rather than listen, you told him to fuck off and mind his business. So he did and managed to get a girlfriend in the process.

But the universe has a weird way of shoving people together. Sipping from a bottle on the steps to the should-be-condemned house you rented with six other girls, eyes glassy and unfocused, you didn’t realize someone was calling your name until he sat down beside you. 

“I heard,” Yoongi says, snagging your drink and downing his own mouthful before going back for seconds.

Your lips bruise under your teeth, the pain barely managing to consume your focus away from the new wave of tears threatening to crop up. “That I’m an idiot?”

Cold hands find the blanket wrapped around your shoulders, pulling it back up in the places it's dropped before curling around your frame and wrangling you into the boney side of his. 

“That Taehyung is still an asshole.”

It's too familiar. Your hands tangled in the fabric of his shirt, his neck wet with your cries. Yoongi barely managed to get you upstairs and in bed without fuss, a plethora of pathetic cries none of your roommates are around to hear blurring your vision. 

“Where’s Tiffany?” You ask, fumbling into the mattress. You’ll ask him anything to get your mind of the hurt.

Yoongi fought to tuck you in, shoving you back into the pillows everytime you tried to get up and attempted to convince him to go to the bars where your classmates are currently celebrating. Where Taehyung is probably strung out across whoever will give him the time of day.

He lets you pull him into a hug when a new wave of sadness erupts. It’s the first time you get a good look at him in months despite the blur in your vision. Silver in the streetlights flooding through the slits of the blinds, the dark dye he used to appease his mom washing out at the fried tips of his hair. Any more to drink and you’d convince yourself this is all some cruel dream. A ghost of the past haunting you in misery. 

Yoongi might as well be. Nearly two years gone from the face of the Earth, only to be caught in short glimpses at parties or between class changes. Both of you spent the time reserved for each other with new people.

You missed him. 

He turns to leave too soon; already halfway to the door before you speak.

“Stay?” 

Even in your double vision you see the crack in Yoongi’s mask, the regret swelling to the surface. “She’s waiting back at my place.”

The summer comes with the suffocating muggy heat of your childhood home. Your parents fail to stifle their thrill Taehyung is out of the picture, more content to pretend he never existed in the first place. 

Everyday blurs together, a routine you’ve maintained since you can remember. Hot days by the pool in your parents backyard (without Yoongi hiding in the shade), dinner at the greasy restaurant by the river with friends (but not Yoongi), and packing your room one last time (which holds too many memories of Yoongi).

The news comes from your mom. 

She probes for information about the last time you heard from your neighbor turned friend turned stranger, complaining she misses having him around like when you were kids, asking what he’s been up to lately. It’s evident by your short response you haven’t heard yet.

He’s on the dilapidated swing set in his parents backyard when you find him. Shoulders slumped, toeing in the dirt, while he gazes beyond the treeline. 

Silently, you take a seat in the second swing, ignoring the way the wood creaks under your weight. Without a word he hands you his phone. The screen is bright with the last messages.

Tiffany: you just seem to have a lot going on…

Tiffany: i don’t know if I can handle all of it

You hand back the device. There's nothing to say. Cursing her till you’re blue in the face won’t make him feel better and neither will platitudes. Yoongi won’t believe anything contrary to what she said, at least not right now when he’s reeling from a blow to his most vulnerable parts.

So you sit in silence until the moon swells in the sky. He isn’t ready to talk about it when you both fumble down to his parents basement. Or when he hits the Rick and Morty bong Seokjin bought him for Secret Santa years ago. Definitely not when he tries to kiss you and you let him. And not when you end up in his lap, both naked and fighting to detach from what exists beyond the tattered upholstery of the couch. 

Yoongi finally speaks hours later, shoulder to shoulder in the comforting murky darkness of his room. You both still have the heated glow of bare skin sticking together where you touch but it turns clammy when he spills his guts.

He told her those three words after meeting her parents the week before. The first girl you’ve ever seen him be serious about. She said them back but Yoongi didn’t believe her. And the proof he was right sits immortalized in texts messages.

Each word cuts like a knife. Admitting his hurt, his vulnerabilities and weaknesses before shifting the focus to something safer like your break up from May and if Taehyung has tried anything.

He softens when your lips crest his shoulder. The lingering franticness fades with each peck as you move across his chest, then his throat, then his lips. Because you know Yoongi wants to talk about this once and never again. Needs to put it behind him before it becomes too real.

You leave for the city two weeks later and Yoongi follows after managing to snag a shitty IT job. He spends more time at your apartment than his own and when the girl you met through a roommate group moves out, Yoongi moves in.

Maybe it becomes too common of an occurrence. What was once reserved as an escape from the crushing weight of rejection, a way to find comfort in each other more than before, turned into a quick fix at the slightest annoyance. When you’re too pent up or Yoongi had a hard day. If you were feeling insecure after another failed date, or he simply wanted an easy lay with someone who knew how to get him off without the awkward pauses of learning.

Now, Yoongi bends you over the counter at three in the morning, lapping at your cunt like he didn’t have you sitting on his face before leaving for Namjoon's apartment to pre-game. The dig of the marble edge in your ribs is less alluring than the comfort of your bed; but what Yoongi wants he more often than not gets, so how do you refuse when he shuffles you into an Uber with hunger in his gaze and possessiveness in the grip on your thigh. 

“Yoongi,” you sigh. Reaching back, one of your hands anchors in the short tufts of his hair, pressing him firmer into the ache of your pussy. 

The tug of the cool counter top against your nipples works in his favor, leaving you desperate with a hitch in your throat each time you rock back into his waiting tongue. It dips into your opening, wedged between his fingers that dig into your walls just right after years of practice. Yoongi knows how to push all your buttons, he’s sewed half of them on. 

Your forehead meets the marble on the next swell of his tongue except this time is across your ass and punctuated with a bite you’ll feel next time you sit. A harsh clench around his fingers grants you sinful drag of his tongue across the hole only ever explored by him. 

“Fuc–Yoongi!” 

Sloppy kisses follow your spine until he’s at your ear with his cock resting against the meat of your ass. You're bent back at the waist once again so he can pluck at your nipples the way he likes, until you're shuddering away and pleading for mercy in a way meant to spur him further.

“Bet Namjoon wouldn’t do this,” Yoongi grunts with a tease of his cock inside, bare.

He’ll never let you forget the semester of freshman year you drooled for his friend's dick while Namjoon remained none the wiser. Every unconscious shut down sent Yoongi into a sadistic fit of laughter until you cut your losses and called it quits. 

You know why he’s bringing it up now. Namjoon looked good tonight. Newly single with a buzzcut that ruined most men’s allure. Maybe you contemplated re-igniting the old flame when he first showed up but now there's history and comradery that didn't exist in your younger days and it's too complicated just for the chance to satiate your curiosity. They’re all the same reasons you shouldn’t be fucking your best friend since grade school but none of it seems to have the same weight.

It didn’t matter what you decided because Yoongi saw enough temptation in your gaze to bring it up like he isn’t the one fucking you regularly.

Your pants fog across the marble. “Should we call and find out?” 

His palm stings into your ass, heating the skin on impact. The opportunity to neg him into another smack passes too quickly. You’re already at the mercy of Yoongi’s mouth on yours, the taste of whiskey, stale cigarettes, and your pussy less than appealing but his tongue is hot when he licks behind your teeth.

A hand takes up the work between your legs, rough and rushed as you trapeze down the hallway towards the bedroom. Yoongi thumbs at your clit with intent. You nearly collapse against the wall with buckled knees from the onslaught of too much stimulation.

Breaching the bedroom door proves too much a struggle. Yoongi bounces off the door jam from a rough grope against his zipper which leaves you flailing before catching in the corner of the mattress. His room is too damn small for the king bed he insisted on but it makes for a great backdrop to your fucking. Miles better than the more practical queen hidden in your room further down the hall.

You manage to push him off long enough to dig your knees into the sheets, crawling to the pillows with an arch you know he’ll rib you for later.

“Coming?” You ask over your shoulder, eyeing the flash of his boxers creeping through the opening of his zipper.

Flopping on your back, you splay across the over abundance of pillows like a queen while Yoongi works off his pants. His hair is a mess and a bruise the size of your mouth blooms high enough on his neck he’ll have to wear turtlenecks for the next two weeks. “Spread your legs.”

“Do you one better.” It's a goad in the most obvious sense. He likes to watch you huff, failing to get yourself off until he intervenes and gives exactly what you need. So you throw your legs wide, bent at the knees just to make it clearer in the faint light spilling from the window, and sink a hand down and play with the mess he caused. “Mmmm, Yoongi.” 

“Finger it for me,” he drawls.

Muscles melt at the first pass inside your already battered walls. Not as deft as his fingers but you won’t tell him that unprompted. Yoongi’s ego is big enough when it comes to your sex life, fueled by the knowledge he’s collected many of your firsts. But the way he palms over his underwear in mimic of your rhythm tempts you to break that rule.

“Come here.” 

Yoongi just smirks at the demand, pushing the mess of his pants off until he’s bare and the maroon head of his cock makes you drool.  “You come here.”

“I’m not playing naked chicken.” You growl. “Come fuck me before I get my vibrator.” 

Flipping on your front with your ass in the air, you drive a hard bargain Yoongi’s never been capable of saying no to. The bed dips behind you, knees between your own, shuffling them wider so he can stretch you until you’re pliant and aching.

His chest melts to your back, sticking uncomfortable but you don’t care because it feels good. Like he’s consuming you. “How bad do you want it?” Yoongi bites into your shoulder.

“Yoongi, fuck.” Your arms collapse under the first rush of his hips, spin dipping harshly to take every inch until he’s flat against your rear.

In a blink, you’re parallel to the mattress, pinned under his weight. It’s pathetic for so early in the game but Yoongi is the same man who gave you so many orgasms you’ve cried so it only stands to reason he crumbles your bravado like it's nothing. 

Sniffling in his hold, you turn to nose at his cheek over your shoulder. “Please, fuck me.” 

“Shit,” he spits with a harsh thrust. “You’re so fucking tight for me.” 

The next press of his hips leaves you heaving. Your hands scramble when he cants a bruising pace against your ass. Hard. All while every noise he tries to hide sings straight into your ear.

With immense effort, you wiggle onto your back. Yoongi meets you with a kiss, tongue to tongue while he works back inside where you both need him most.

The callous of his palm rakes against your throat, not squeezing, just a possessive firmness.

“H-harder,” you beg, nails leaving crescents in his shoulder.

Yoongi hitches your thigh over his; slowing so he can fuck you deeper, crushing every noise hiding in your gut out. 

Shocked from the sudden rush against your clit, your leg kicks out straight. It’ll leave you sore in the hips come morning but right now you don’t even register the discomfort. “Oh, oh, oh!” 

“Like that?” Somehow he manages to drag the head of his cock deeper from the praise.

“Just like that,” you pant into his mouth.

He leans back to watch your decay into desperation but stops when you tug him back by the sensitive roots of his hair. Cracking open your eyes, you find his brown ones inches away. Forehead to forehead while you both synthesize into a heap of flushed skin and need.

Fingers intertwined, Yoongi pins your hand on the pillow. Then he stares. Not at your face as you crest the first wave of an orgasm but your fingers curled between his. Like he’s never done it before, like he doesn’t know exactly how you two got in this position. 

“Oh my god, Yoongi.” 

You cum hard. Nearly managing to drive him out from the force to your insides. Every muscle twisting tighter and tighter until it breaks and when you pull his mouth back to yours all you can do is shake under his lips with cracked mewls.

Yoongi might be shaking too but he swells inside you with a groan, collapsing into your neck before your brain catches up to consider the idea.

Dodging an attempt at a final kiss, he favors his lips on your throat. Fleeting wet pecks that get you choking on air. Then your breasts where he takes up his abandoned work on your nipples, teeth flashing across the sensitive peaks until your shoulders cave and you're desperate for him again; grinding into the fingers he’s so readily supplies.

He’s fucked you like this before. When he has something to prove to the non-existent entity constantly creeping on his subconscious, when he feels he isn’t good enough in some intangible way. Asking him what's wrong won’t do anything. Yoongi will tell you when he’s ready; if he ever is. Years of friendship and the fear you’ll see a part of him capable of scaring you away still eats him alive. So you’ll give him whatever reassurance he needs this way and hope he understands.

Your second orgasm comes faster than the first. Trails of the previous pleasure pushing you swiftly along. Yoongi latches his lips around your clit and sucks until spots flash and your thighs nearly crush his head.

“Fuck, Yoongi. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You cry, threatening to fold in half under his fingers. “G-gonna cum again.”

Flares of lightning in your blood explode. Throat raw from wailing, Yoongi works you through until you dig your ankle into his ribs and kick him off.

The cold air in the room helps cool your feverish skin unlike the dark haired man flopping next to you. It’s quiet around two sets of gasping breaths and the rain tapping at the window.

Shoulder to shoulder, you calm in the drum of the overhead fan. Yoongi’s fingers tangling and untangling with your own confirms your suspicion. Whatever he needs to tell you bubbles below the surface, swirling until he finds the safest words to share his feelings. There's no point in guessing but it doesn’t stop you from spiraling through the possibilities.

The major suspects lack any clear indication. His date last weekend ended with mutual disinterest. Nothing concerning his job registers in your vague memory. Both your parents were fine the last time you visited months ago. Yoongi’s nephew is fine—

 “I told my mom you're my girlfriend.”

Well that's new. “Oh.”

“It was an accident but—”

“What’d she say?” You cut him off. 

Yoongi hesitates. Your voice doesn’t betray disdain or hope, only reluctant curiosity. If you set too many expectations he’ll clam up and avoid you for months like when he lost his virginity at a party freshman year. Yoongi shares on his terms and you listen.

“That it was about time I got my head out of my ass.”

You wait for him to continue but he doesn’t. Yoongi’s palm slick against your own betrays his nerves, the ghost of squeeze begs for some kind of reassurance he isn’t crazy. 

“Huh.” You exclaim to the ceiling. It’s not the worst idea. And its definitely not the first time you’ve entertained it.

He lets you go the second you tug on your connected hands, anticipating swift rejection that leaves you feeling sour. But you’re rolling into his chest, the now free hand protecting his sternum from the dig of your chin so you can stare him down until he finally blinks your way. You won’t let Yoongi wiggle away from this ten year overdue conversation.

“Is that what you want?”

The answer is clear in his eyes. Yoongi’s mouth rounds over the words to tell you, floundering silently because he’ll admit he isn’t good at things like this. But if it’s worth it to him then you need to hear him say it. 

Rising up, you sit bare in his lap while he works through his nerves. Finally, when your hand cups his cheek and his eyes sink closed, leaning into the warmth, he tells you.

“That’s what I want.”

Your nose wrinkles with a shy smile. “Kinda cliche.”

Yoongi snorts when you kiss him but melts the cold facade swiftly.

“Yeah well,” he huff. “So is losing your virginity to your prom date but let's not talk about that.” Yoongi may spit the words but his hands, gentle where they trace the curve of your sides, betray his euphoria.

“We can talk about that too if you want.” You whisper into his jaw, lips prickling from the shadow growing there. “Prom me probably would have let you fuck her.”

“Yeah?”

You choke on a laugh at the pleased shock on his face. “Yeah, but not after that black eye came in.”

“Cheap fucking shot.” He grumbles under his breath, but you’re already there kissing the words from his lips. Yoongi indulges, melting further into the bed when his tongue timidly slips along yours. After you dip away to press more languid pecks where his cheeks round, he speaks again.  “If I asked you out then what would you have said?”

“Well the only reason I said yes to whats-his-fuck was because someone else was too stubborn to ask me himself.” You hum in his ear. “Does that answer your question?” 

You're on your back in a flash, pinned under your boyfriend who smiles as you flounder and fail to push him off. 

“You need to be nicer to me,” he grunts when you knock out his arms and collapse his chest to yours.

“If you wanted someone nicer, then you had years to figure that out.”

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[jynxpsiche]

Not Tangerine already planning on fathering reader's baby as his won, cause hey, the baby also has blue eyes so he can totally pass of as their son.

Also imagine if the real dad ever shows up and tries come back into the baby's life and Tangerine is all conflicted cause he loves the kid as if it's his own son :/

OH MY GOD THANK U SO MUCH ANON FOR REQUESTING THIS! LITERALLY CHEF KISS! We love a jealous Tangerine <3

Unwanted texts

💌. Summary: unanswered texts from her, lead Tangerine to meet someone he already despised…

or

…Tangerine meets the baby’s biological father for the first time.

💌. Warning: SWEARING. LIKE A LOT! Jealous Tangerine, female reader, canon gore. English is not my first language! I don’t know many British slangs!

X

c’mon babe

I just wanna meet the baby

be there for them, y’know?

pls answer me

It’s been already a couple of days and sometimes, during different hours of the day and night, your phone would ding with notifications…from him.

Your ex boyfriend.

The biological father of your precious baby.

The whole situation pissed you off. Firstly, when he found out about your pregnancy, he decided to leave without an explanation and leave you alone. Then he had the nerve to message you after god knows how many years.

It was ridiculous. He was ridiculous.

But obviously you couldn’t ask for any type of help from Tangerine.

He was quite the protective type, especially if the main cause was a shitty ex-boyfriend.

Surely he would have gone feral if he found out about your ex’s sudden texts. That’s why you decided to keep the thing for yourself and just…ghost him.

But who would have known that you would end up calming down a rather irate Tangerine?

However, it’s important to start from the beginning.

It was a day off for Tan, which meant that he would have spent the entire day with you and his little one. But since it was still too early to get up, for now he simply drank in your warmth and cuddled your body closer to his, without waking you up.

The curly man was affectionate only with his girl and his baby, neither to his brother he showed this side of his. He wasn’t ashamed of it, he just had a reputation to defend.

His chin was placed on your head while you were all nuzzled in the crook of his neck. His strong and bulky arms were tightly wrapped around your waist, not allowing you to leave. Not that you wanted to.

Only your soft breaths echoed through the room. But the peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by the ping of a notification. The sound made him grimace, but not waking up from his slumber.

Then another ping, closely followed by another and another one.

Now Tangerine was fully awake, his half-closed eyes glaring at the device on your nightstand. When he noticed no more ding’s came from your phone, he softly pecked your forehead before trying to fall asleep again.

But then again. A new message.

Groaning softly, Tan lifted himself from the bed, before pecking your forehead again and assured that you didn’t wake up.

He was not standing on your side of the bed, the device on your nightstand calling for him to check what had interrupted his sleep.

With a furrowed and irritated expression, Tangerine unlocked your phone, noticing new messages unopened. They had been sent just a couple of minutes ago.

He quickly glanced at your sleeping figure, a strange feeling bubbling in his chest. His expression furrowed more when he saw the contact’s name. X.

Who the fuck was that?

But he surely was took by anger when he read the multiple messages he sent you.

He wasn’t only a dickhead, but he was also the biological father of his son.

His bloodshot eyes read every line and every word of every message he dared to sent you. His fingers gradually tightening their grip around the device.

The another ding. Another message.

X

I know ur reading the texts

ur online

u finally have the courage to read what I’ve been sending you

u stopped ghosting me huh?

God you’re such a bitch sometimes…

His vision darkened at the last text he sent, nostrils fuming with rage.

X

I want to see the kid

Meet me here

Xx xx xx, xx

“Tan? You good?” Your sleepy and raspy voice reached his ears and immediately he turned towards you, his furious expression never leaving his face.

You noticed, of course. Slowly you rose from your spot on the comfy bed and lazily dragged herself up to his tense figure, wrapping her delicate arms around his waist.

A soft kiss on his back.

“What is making you so tense?” You whispered against his skin, your hands gently rubbing his sides. Tan slightly crocked his head in your direction, his brows still furrowed. A sigh left his lips.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He instead asked with a low tone laced with rage. “Why did you hide it from me?” His tone showed how he strongly demanded an answer.

“I could have handle it. I simply didn’t answer his texts to show him how an insignificant being like him should be six feet under. To show him how he was a nobody to me anymore.” Your tone was flat, laced with venom, finally expressing all your suppressed rage.

His expression immediately softened at your words, his brows relaxing and the wrinkles on his forehead disappearing. The tails of his mouth slightly raised in an almost visible smile.

But you noticed it.

When he turned in your direction, his hands on your waist, his lips left a soft peck on your forehead. His face was calm and so close to yours.

“I’m goin’ to take care of him. Don’ worry.” He whispered, his soothing voice sending you in a sleepy mood. A light yawn left your mouth. He chuckled at your reaction.

“Now go to sleep love.”

After you fell into another peaceful but deep slumber, Tangerine got to work.

With Lem’s help (after calling him for twenty minuets straight, the poor man was sleeping) he managed to find the phone location and so the location of the fucker.

It was now 3:45 am and Tan was alone in a desert neighbourhood. Silence was his only company at the moment.

He stood still in front of an apartment complex, his eyes fixed on a specific window while the cigarette in his hand slowly burnt.

With a flick he tossed the small nicotine stick and put it out with a stomp of his foot. His lips were curled into an annoyed curl.

Silently, he climbed the fire escape with big steps and in a blink of an eye his shadow was printed in front of the covered window, blinds hiding the inside.

But a faint light from behind them immediately caught his attention, a sadistic grin creeping on his moustache.

His hand grabbed the gun from his pocket and he shot the window’s lock, allowing him to access to the apartment.

Frantic, disconnected noises echoed from inside. Tangerine knew the fucker heard him.

Only when he entered he was met with a younger, dull man, his face pale and his eyes wide from fear. “Who…who the fuck are you?!” He half shouted, his voice cracking a bit.

The man wanted to show his composure so bad, show him how collected and tough he was. But in reality, he was shitting in his pants.

With great strides, Tangerine approached the trembling man, his pistol clearly visible. “‘s not important, is it? Wha’ is important is why you fuckin’ harassing my love with your insipid messages.” He spat out in a hard tone, his rigid stare piercing the man’s soul.

The man’s eyes frantically wandered around, he is searching something to defend himself thought Tan. Quick pants from the man often broke the silence in the room.

He took a step back, his hands shaking uncontrollably. His body language was visibly betraying him. “Just…the fuck you want from me?!” He continued in a fake authoritative voice.

Tangerine held his face high, communicating how he was in control. Slowly his arm raised and he pointed the gun in the man’s forehead.

“I want you to delete her number, to forget about her and the baby and to never contact her again.” He stated with calm rage. His tone extremely sharp.

When the man was the pistol pointed at his head, his confident mask fell, his eyes filled with tears and his still standing posture crouched on himself. Shamelessly he nodded his head at every request, his voice dead in the back of his throat.

Suddenly, Tangerine shot the man in the leg and he stumbled back. A cry came out from his mouth.

“This’s your last warnin’.”

[3thansl4ndry]

Could I request oneshot where reader is stuck on the ladder instead of Anika and reader is mindy and Chad's cousin and reader is 13-15 years old and came to visit them during the ghostface stuff

motion sickness

pairing - platonic!Mindy Meeks-Martin x Meeks!Reader, platonic Chad Meeks-Martin x Meeks!Reader

summary - Chad and Mindy's younger cousin has an unforgettable halloween weekend in new york.

cw - violence, some angst, my shitty writing??

word count - 1k

a/n - okay, let me explain, scream two? didn't happen. the reader is Randy's daughter born years after the events of the second movie. Also again, I don't know if i love or hate this - let me know your thoughts!

Prior to tonight, you had been excited to spend the Halloween weekend in New York with your older cousins Chad and Mindy. You had spent the previous months begging your dad to be able to spend it with them since they had moved to the city, and Randy, being a pushover for his little girl, let you. Now, however, you wanted to be at home, watching some horror movie with your dad, laughing as he yelled at the oblivious characters in the film - it felt like now, you were living in your own, personal horror movie.

You knew about what had happened in Westerboro all those years before, the initial murders, Stu Macher and Billy Loomis' killing spree rocked the entire town, inspiring an entire film series, which your dad hated, he claimed that there were too many of them and he lost their effect - Randy also hated that he was a character in them, he never let you watch them, especially the one that depicted the attempt on his life. You never asked your dad about what had happened, you knew that he was perfectly happy with his new life, despite being a divorced single father, he wouldn't have had it any other way.

Which is why he made Chad and Mindy swear to take the best possible care of you - their oath now broken as you stood in your cousin's friends apartment, their friend, Quinn's dead body thrown into you. Before anyone could react, the masked figure who had thrown the girls body into you moved towards you, deflecting Mindy off with a slash to her arm, her friend Anika going to her side as she fell to the floor. Chad, convinced that Mindy would be able to protect you, grabbed his girlfriend, Tara's hand and ran out of the apartment. You held your hands out in front of you in a feeble attempt to defend yourself from the masked killer, but your attempts did nothing to stop them, and you screamed as they plunged their knife into your stomach, twisting the knife and dragging it up your torso. Sam, acting quickly, smashed a vase over the figures head, causing them to grunt and fall to the floor, and with it taking the knife out from your stomach. Mindy gently grabbed you, helping you into Quinn's room, where the 3 girls barricaded both the bathroom and the entrance to the room.

"Mindy, I don't feel good," You called out to your older cousin, who's heart dropped as she took in the extent of your injuries. "It hurts." You sobbed. Mindy sat on the bed beside you, trying to distract you as the ghostface banged on the door to try and get in - This wasn't fair, you were just a kid, and here you were, fighting for your life.

"I know, you're gonna be okay, I promise," She assured you, her tone soft yet firm.  "We'll get out of here and we can call your dad to come and pick you up, yeah?" You tearfully nodded, you just wanted your dad now. You and Mindy looked up as Sam stood at the window, yelling across the building with her boyfriend Danny, who put a ladder across the two buildings. "Y/N needs to go first." Mindy demanded, both Sam and Anika nodding in agreement.

"No, I-I'll just slow everyone down, you go first," You argued, your eyes filling with more tears as you saw the look on Mindy's face. "Please, I'll be fine." You tried to reason with her, but you knew that no one had much time to debate, the set of drawers pushed against the door was giving way, and the killer was going to get through. Mindy hugged you tightly before making her way across, Sam and Anika already having made their way across to Sam's boyfriend's building.

"When we're all over, you get your ass over those ladders as fast as you can, okay? No fucking around," She told you. You nodded in response and watched as she made her way across the ladder and to the other building, where Sam and Anika awaited her. Ignoring the searing pain coming from your stomach, you got out of Quinn's room and onto the ladder. The pain, however started to become too much for you, you also, made the critical mistake of looking down, your heart dropping at the height you found yourself out.

"I can't do it," You sobbed, shaking your head. Looking behind you, Mindy noticed that ghostface had gotten through their makeshift barricade, and now stood at the windowsill.

"No, Y/N come on! You can, come on!" She yelled, trying to encourage you to move the last couple crawl steps to the end. You were so close. "Please, Y/N!" Apparently, Mindy's all but gentle encouragement pushed you on, and you started to make the last, but albeit painful movements towards the end. The figure behind you, though, had other ideas, stabbing their knife, which still had your blood on it into the windowsill, placing both of their hands onto the edge of the ladder. Noticing that everyone had gone silent, you started to panic.

"What? Wh-what's wrong?"

"Y/N move! Come on!" Everyone started yelling at you, just as the figure started to shake the ladder, trying to throw you off of it. No. You weren't going to die. You wanted to see your dad again. Focusing on your movement, and your movement only, you got to the end of the ladder.

Just as you were thrown from the ladder.

Luckily for you, Sam's boyfriend, Danny, acted fast, and grabbed your hand. You screamed, your shoulder dislocating when he grabbed you. The girl's helped to pull you up into his apartment, and you fell into Mindy, who held you as you cried, she didn't care that you were bleeding onto her clothes, you were safe, but she knew your dad would be mad at her. But then again, she had helped to save your life.

If this gave her anything other than more trauma and nightmares, it was bragging rights over Chad when it came to who your favourite cousin was.

[luvly-writer]

"But oh..cara mia"

Ch. 13 F*ck Around and find out

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Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader

Warnings: Fighting

Status: Ongoing

Author's note: I don't know how to write fight scenes TuT so I apologize. I saw a few videos of Batman, Wonder Woman, and Black Canary fighting (Ref. DC Animated AU) and just described what I saw. Hope it wasn't shitty. Anywaysss, you can tell I have a lot of free time and am using it as best as I can and updating. Idk how much it will last cause April will be one tough ass month so yeah, HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!

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Dick Grayson was damned the day he intellectualized his feelings for Yn. It had made his life nearly impossible and it was driving him insane. Seeing as he had been benched, his time spent around Yn increased even if she had asked for the opposite. Kory would go down to the cave but would stay quiet for the most part. Alfred would keep an eye on her making sure she wouldn't intervene with anything. For the most part, she would be found staring daggers at Yn, who in return would ignore her childishness. Dick had been in quite the predicament and the rest knew. They would see how his eyes followed Yn's figure everywhere and how Kory would storm off fuming. Everyone wondered why they hadn't broken up yet. They could hear the arguments coming from Dick's room every other night. Kory would always bring Yn to the topic but Dick would deny it. In his mind, he found it difficult to grasp how much he loved the girl. He feared that if he spoke word of it, all he had stood for ever since he was a child would crumble. In a world full of instability, his relationship with Yn was strangely comforting because it never changed. The cycle of joking to fighting to space then all over again was something he was used to. Now, that he sort of acknowledged his feelings internally (boy would rather be dead than say them out loud), memories resurfaced and his behavior in them was clearer. He didn't scare that boy that had asked for help for confessing to Yn away just to prove he had more admirers than her, he had done it cause he didn't want someone stealing her attention from him. The time he overly criticized one of Yn's first boyfriends wasn't because she had a horrible taste in men, it was because he wanted to be the one with her. Little by little, collections of his past came to bite him in the ass. All this time, I have been trying to search for you in other people and it took you finally telling me to leave for me to notice...it took you being in the same room as Kory and seeing the comparison of the woman he fell in love and the woman he wanted to fall for. Dick was a mess and a fucking idiot.

Your scent when you walked past him made him dizzy, your laugh whenever you talked with Babs was intoxicating, your slight touch whenever you changed his bandages left him almost begging for more, the soft sway of your hips, your eyes, your lips, God those lips he wanted to kiss and get lost in for all eternity, you just you, all of you. You were his weakness and he didn't want to accept it. Finally, he was off rest, the wound already healed. Yn had advised that he'd train on one of the simulations so that she could conduct one last check and he followed accordingly. The problem is that Kory followed as well, never wanting to leave Dick alone with Yn. The simulation began and all went swimmingly. Yn hummed and was about to leave before Kory spoke up, "Would I be able to partake in some training exercises as well? Maybe sparring?" Yn looked at her and shrugged, "Sure, knock yourself out. Although I have to change the simulation so that you get the best of the best." She looked down at her iPad ready to tap the new code when Kory interrupted her, "How about sparring?" She said and sent a wink his way. He noticed those didn't have an effect on him anymore but smiled anyways. "Well, Richard is in optimal condition so I guess" Yn answered and was about to leave when Kory called out to her. "Actually, I was thinking of you. Seeing as you do have your own powers, the match can be more equal" Dick let out a little "hey!" but looked between them, unsure of what could happen. Yn had been fed up by her constant shit and done being polite, "Alright, then. Suit up" you said coldly and walked away to get your suit.

Kory and Dick walked towards the cave, both in suits. There they found the rest gearing up for patrol. "I thought Starfire wasn't allowed in," said Damian as he placed his hands on his waist. "She isn't. She just wants to spar a little" said Yn walking towards them all suited up. Jason, who had half a protein bar in his mouth as he was loading his guns, choked and Duke patted his back. You walked towards the ring and turned to Kory, "I don't have all day." She flew towards you and you both stood in position. "3...2...1...GO!" and o it began

Kory and you circled each other, waiting for the other to begin. Kory got tired of waiting and threw a punch with her left, one that you swiftly avoided. She began attacking constantly and you stayed in defense. Left hook. missed. Right kick. miss. Jump left quick, not a chance. She began to taunt you whilst hitting, "Scared?" and you smirked at her just as she threw another left hook, you caught it, pulled it, and elbowed her stomach, leaving her out of breath for a second. She regained her composure rather quickly and began to fight harder. You were taunting her by not letting her hit you. "Stop avoiding and fight like an actual warrior DAMN IT," She said through clenched teeth. "Ok" you answer and quickly start to use the fact that she had used her initial strength against her. She goes to kick you but you slide under her raised leg, stand up and kick her in the back, successfully knocking her balance off. When she turns around, she is met by a mean right hook to the jaw. She stumbles back a little and looks positively enraged. She turns to hit you with her right but you catch it and hit her with your right knee. Star was livid. She had managed to hit your shoulder, making you stumble a little, and once she threw another punch, you used her momentum to grab her arm, jump up, place your thighs on her shoulders, and flip her, successfully throwing her on her back whilst you stood over her. You let out a soft whistle and smirk back at her as she gets up "One". Finally, Star had had it, she began to use her entire force and you did the same. Fed up with the fact she was losing, Star begins to throw more punches and kicks. Block the majority of them. She sends a kick your way and you grab her leg, kicking her other one, making her fall again. "Two," you say again and Star gets up, enraged. She started to punch again but you avoided it by doing two backflips in order to get away. Blinded by anger, Starfire raised her hands and shot one of her green light beams at you. Thankfully, quick as ever, you cross your forearms, using your Amazonian bracelets as a shield and you deflect them back to her, successfully throwing her back again. "Three" you finish and smile. Dick runs over to her, whilst Jason and Steph whoop at you in cheers. Damian has a smug smirk as he crosses his arms and nods, walking away to look for his swords.

Barbara comes up to you and claps your back, "You not doing yourself any favors if you ever wanted that girl to be cordial with you" and you laugh, "I don't care for pleasantries, I demand respect and she better remember that." Barbara laughs and follows you to the changing rooms. You come out, having changed out of your suit, and don't see Kory anywhere. That will teach her that if you fuck around, you most definitely find out.

After Yn and Babs left, Kory left for her room, embarrassed by what had happened. Dick was about follow her when Bruce arrived and told them that it was time for patrol. Once patrol was done, he had come back and wanted to talk with Kory, and see how she was but found her fast asleep. Tomorrow was going to be one long ass day and Dick just KNEW it was definitely going to bite him in the ass. Why you ask? Because tomorrow was the day of the gala. Dick took a shower and slid into his bed. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, "I'm fucked" he said before slipping into a dreamless slumber.

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Grocery Store Blues - Chapter 4

Eddie Munson x f!singlemom!reader/f!oc

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He falls for the pretty girl with the pretty daughter in the cereal aisle.

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Two tired hearts share a few bowls of Lucky Charms.

warnings | 18+ angst, themes related to single mom life, always fluff with Mr. Munson

a/n | this one is very long but also very sweet, I think. thank you for reading

She’s had a shitty week. Her exams went well, at the very least, finishing her last one on Wednesday. But everything else seems to be falling apart. When she picked Poppy up from daycare Wednesday night, with plans of getting her girl ice cream to celebrate the start of her winter break, she was surprised to be met with the news that Poppy had just thrown up all down her sweater. Her girl was green and clammy, listing in her arms, and had definitely managed to get a stomach bug. That night was spent on the sofa, carrying her girl to and from the bathroom when she needed to throw up more, coaxing sips of water out of her in between. 

The phone had rung around 9:00 that night and she knew it was Eddie, but she didn’t pick up, couldn’t really. And then, Poppy was feeling much better on Thursday, managed to keep down saltines and soup that Helen brought over, checking in on the pair. She called out of work for the rest of the week, even though her aunt insisted she could take care of her girl. What she failed to tell her aunt is that when she called Diane at the pediatrician’s office to call out she was told they’d have to cut her hours in the new year, they simply couldn’t afford to pay as many full-time staff. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do yet, too exhausted to really form a thought beyond oh, shit.

The phone rang again Thursday night, around 9:00 just the same. She didn’t pick up again. She knew she was being terrible to him, but she also felt like she was doing him a favor. Last Saturday had been so nice, so easy. But this week had been a call back to reality. She loved her girl so much it scared her, but she also knew that others wouldn’t necessarily feel the same way. She’d happily drop everything to take care of Poppy, vomit and all. But, coming from experience, a boyfriend wasn’t always so understanding, so willing to accept what her being a mom meant. 

So, she figured she was doing Eddie a favor, cutting him loose before he got tangled in something he didn’t sign up for. And, not to mention, she was exhausted after the semester, and this week hadn’t exactly given her a break. Who was she kidding? She didn’t even have the bandwidth for dating, no matter how giddy the guy made her feel.

By Friday, Poppy was almost back to normal, just a little quieter after getting so worn down by the flu. They had a quiet day, just the two of them planted on the couch, Poppy laying into her side as she read stories to her. Her girl was quick to melt into sleep that night, she carried her to bed and tucked her in without a stir at all. The phone didn’t ring around 9:00, she was both relieved and a little devastated. She stayed up a bit later, getting ahead on readings for her last few classes in the upcoming semester. It was closer to 10:00 when she heard soft knocks at her door. She was not expecting to see Eddie through the peephole.

She took a deep breath before opening the door. He looked nervous, and it made her feel like crumbling.

“Um, hey, this is probably out of line, and I’m sorry. But, it’s just– you weren’t answering the phone and unless I’m really thick I thought you’d, y’know, answer? And I didn’t really know what else to do. I’ve been worried all week about you, sweetheart. And I know people can change their minds, and that’s totally ok if you did, I’d understand, I mean I’m not exactly mister popular around this town but I just wanted to see you and see if you were ok. And I probably just sound like a rambling idiot–”

She grabs onto one of his wrists. He had been sort of helplessly flailing his arms through his little ramble. He stills immediately, eyes wide. She clears her throat.

“You’re not an idiot. I’m the idiot. I– Poppy got really sick this week and it’s– just been a lot,” his eyes soften at that, but she continues, “you know, I don’t want you to get– tangled up in all this. I– you’re a great guy, Eds, seriously. And I– I’m a mess, my life is a mess, I barely hold it all together on the good days. I just don’t want you to get stuck with me and– all this.” She’s trying hard not to cry as she finishes what she has to say, shuddering exhales with each phrase. Eddie’s brow is furrowed as he searches her face. And then, he laughs. It startles her, she looks up at him with a tremble in her jaw.

“Are you serious? Sweetheart, maybe I kinda sorta want to get stuck with you, did you ever consider that?” He takes both her hands, “this is probably way too forward, but I really really like you. And Poppy’s pretty cool too.” He gets a small laugh from her with that.

“Look, I know your life’s not simple. And I can’t begin to imagine everything you’ve done for your girl. But I’m not looking for simple. You make my heart do weird shit, I feel like my uncle who’s got a pacemaker for christ’s sake.” That draws a bubbling, snotty laugh from the back of her throat that she quickly quiets behind her hand. 

“Sweetheart, will you please let me take you out tomorrow night?” She doesn’t know why, maybe it’s just a culmination of emotions from the last week, but she can’t answer him because all of a sudden she starts to silently sob. They’re still standing in her doorway but she’s too far gone to care if anyone walks by, the tears are flowing and there’s no stopping them now. Eddie freezes for a moment before tentatively wrapping his arms around her, she digs her dripping nose into his chest.

He tries to lighten the mood, mumbling, “well, not exactly the answer I was hoping for,” but it makes her heave harder into his leather jacket.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I got you, I got you. It’s ok, sweetheart.” He squeezes her a little tighter, awkwardly shuffling them both until they’re inside her apartment, gently shutting the door with his foot. 

He murmurs into the top of her head, asking her if she wants to go sit down and she shakily nods. She tries to whisper through shuddering breaths.

“We have to be quiet. Poppy’s asleep.” He nods silently, untangling her from him and letting her lead him over to the couch. They sit slightly facing each other, knee to knee, speaking in hushed voices. Her sobs have finally slowed down.

“I’m really sorry. I’ve just had the worst week and you– you’re perfect and unbelievable and just so good. And I treated you so badly. I thought I was doing the right thing by not answering your calls. Thought you’d just give up, move on. I’m just– I’m so sorry, Eddie.” She’s holding one of his hands in both of her own, gently tracing the lines of his palms, not daring to look up at him. He dips his head to catch her gaze. She’s never heard his voice so quiet.

“Don’t have to apologize, sweetheart. Even though I can’t fully understand, I do get it. But you gotta know now, I’m stubborn as an ass and don’t give up very easily.” She huffs a laugh, glancing up at him. They both lean back into the couch, a long sigh collectively released. He drops an arm around her shoulder and she dips into his side. They sit simply in a comfortable silence for a while, feeling the push and pull of each other’s breathing. She can’t remember the last time she sat with someone like this. At least, someone who wasn’t Poppy. And it feels so good. He smells like cigarettes and motor oil and old spice which should make her gag, but it wraps her up in a comforting haze. He’s warm and solid beside her and she worries that if she’s not careful, she could get used to this. She wants to get used to this.

“Eddie?”

“Hm?”

“I would really like to go out with you tomorrow.” She hears the curl of his smile in his voice when he speaks.

“Well thank god. Was starting to think I’d have to get on my knees and beg.” She giggles, and it feels easy again.

He shifts to look down at her, “movie at 7:00? Dinner after?” She nods, “I think my aunt can take Poppy for a sleepover tomorrow. That sounds perfect.” She’s rewarded with one of his wild grins.

“Sounds like a plan, sweetheart. It’s getting late, I should probably let you get some sleep, yeah?” She sighs, reluctant to separate from him, but she slowly stands nonetheless, leading him back to her front door. 

“So I’ll pick you up tomorrow night then?” She leans against her door frame, nodding.

“Thank you, Eddie. And again, I really am sorry, I–” before she can finish he’s swooping in to kiss her on the cheek. It’s better than how she remembers the first one. He grabs her hand and gives it a squeeze.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night.” He offers her one more melty smile as she mumbles a “good night” to him, before shuffling off down her hall. For the first time that week, she sleeps soundly through the night.

…

First thing the next morning, she calls her aunt. And as expected, when she asks Helen if she can take Poppy for a sleepover, her aunt doesn’t hesitate to say yes. However, when she tells Helen why she needs her to take her girl, it turns into a whole production.

“Well, it’s about time you go out on a date. My lord, it’s been too long, my girl. A little romance in your life will do you some good.” She scoffs at her aunt’s words.

“Helen, please. It’s just one date. There’s no need to make a big deal about it.” Her aunt asks to know who it is.

“His name’s Eddie… actually I’m just realizing I don’t know his last name. He’s the new owner of Thatcher Tire though.” Her aunt clicks her tongue.

“Ah, yes. That’s Eddie Munson, dear. Good boy. Bit of a troubled past but I always liked him. I went to high school with his uncle, if you can believe it!” She figures “troubled past” just refers to Eddie’s highschool career, not wanting to press too hard on the matter.

Helen agrees enthusiastically to take Poppy for the night and Poppy is of course ecstatic for a sleepover with her great aunt. 

However, when Helen comes by to pick up Poppy, she is less enthused by what she finds her niece wearing.

“You’re not going out in that, are you?” She glances down at what she’s wearing, her good jeans and a juice-stain-free blouse. 

“What’s wrong with this?” Helen huffs, shaking her head. 

“No, no. This won’t do at all. When’s he picking you up, dear?” She tells her he’ll be here in about two hours.

“Perfect. You stay right here and I will be right back.” Before she can protest, her aunt has already whirled out the door. She spends the next forty five minutes anxiously drawing with Poppy, no clue what Helen is going to return with.

Her aunt lets herself in again, and she sees that she’s brought a bag from the new clothing store that just opened downtown. 

“Oh, Helen. You really shouldn’t have–” Her aunt cuts her off, swooping her up and shuffling her into her bedroom, setting the bag down at her feet.

“Not a word, just try it on. And then show me and Poppy, of course.” Helen whisks herself out, shutting the door behind her, leaving her alone with the tissue paper-stuffed bag.

The dress is really lovely. It rests just at her shins, with buttons going down the front. A dark red with tiny, white flowers speckled all over it, short-sleeved. She hates how much she likes it. She puts on a pair of sheer tights and her ratty sneakers, they’ll have to do in the cold December night.

When she walks out, her aunt smiles and Poppy’s face lights up.

“S’pretty, mama.” She shuffles over, burying her face into her legs in a hug.

“Thank you, baby. Never as pretty as you though.” She looks up at her aunt who shoots her a wink. She just shakes her head.

“Alright, Pops, my girl, we better hit the road, give your mama a little more time to get ready for her date.” She kneels down to give her girl a big hug, telling her to be good for her aunt. Helen gives her a firm squeeze, and then they’re off. 

She messes with her hair a little bit and does her best with some makeup and then there’s a knock at her door and she realizes it really has been a terrifyingly long time since she’s been on a date and suddenly her heart is racing.

When she opens the door she’s not prepared for how nice Eddie looks. He has on dark jeans, no rips, and boots, a maroon knit sweater under his leather jacket. It had been snowing on and off that afternoon and his hair is lightly shining with the dampened snow, lovely little ringlets where there’s usually frizzy waves. She’s left a bit speechless at how pretty he is. Apparently, Eddie is in a similar state, looking her up and down with his lips slightly parted.

“Wow, um, wow. Shit, hi. You look, yeah, really pretty.” She snorts at his nervous compliment, silently thanking and cursing Helen for this dress. 

“You clean up pretty well, yourself. Just give me one second to grab my coat.” She wraps herself up in a jacket and scarf and when she meets him at the door, he crooks out his elbow for her.

“Milady, willst thou walk with me?” She can’t help the cackle she lets out.

“Oh my god, are you real?” 

“Oh sweetheart, I am very real.” 

… 

As they’re walking out of the movie theater, she realizes that she honestly couldn’t tell you a single thing about the movie they saw, having been a bit too focused on the man sitting next to her. 

Despite her protests, Eddie had paid for her ticket. He had tried to buy her a bunch of candy at the concessions stand, but she had been able to reason with him that it’d spoil their dinner, (“chronic mom brain, huh, sweetheart?”) so he had settled with sharing a small popcorn with her that their hands would occasionally brush in as they both grabbed handfuls. 

At some point, he had turned to her, whispering a bit too loudly, “I’m gonna save myself the embarrassment of pretending to yawn to sling my arm around your shoulder and instead just ask you if I can sling your arm around your shoulder, is that ok?” She just smiled, offering him a small nod. She was trying to be cool, but honestly, all she could think about was that she wished she could move the stupid armrest jammed between them and melt into his side like putty. They passed whispers and snickering laughs back and forth for most of the film, and by the time they were walking back out to the parking lot, her brain was a foggy whirl of Eddie.

It was pretty late, but the mom-and-pop pizza place down the main Hawkins drag was still open, so they found themselves nestled into a corner booth, lightly sedated by gooey cheese and dim candle light. She hadn’t felt this relaxed in a long time.

They alternated asking each other questions about their lives. She learned how Eddie came to be the owner of Thatcher Tire, having worked there for Old Man Thatcher since he was thirteen, so when the original owner passed away, it wasn’t entirely shocking that he left his business to the young man. He learned what her favorite books were, lots of 19th century Romantics that he told her he’d have to check out, but only if she gave Tolkien a try. But mostly, she told him about Poppy. She could always be counted on to gush over her girl, telling him about all the books she was starting to be able to read, her ever-expanding vocabulary, how she knew Helen had bought her a bike for christmas, and how worried she was about teaching her how to ride. Eddie had smiled at that.

“Man, you know I didn’t know how to ride a bike until I was fourteen?” She raises her eyebrows at him, he just laughs.

“Yeah, Wayne was shocked when he brought me home a used bike and I looked at him like he was crazy, had to teach me himself. Was super embarrassing, kid’s getting ready to get his driver’s permit but doesn’t know how to ride a bike? Pfft.” She just smiles.

“It sounds like Wayne was pretty great though.”

“Oh yeah, the man’s a saint. Took me in when I had nowhere to go… I don’t even wanna think about where I’d be if he hadn’t taken up for me.” She sees how hard Eddie swallows, the way he nervously glances at her. She takes his hand across the table.

“You know, sweetheart, I don't know what you’ve heard about me, around town. Was kinda worried you had stopped answering my calls because you had heard something.” She furrows her brow at him, waiting for him to continue.

“It’s just– I don’t come from good people. Not Wayne, I mean my folks.” He lets out a sigh before continuing, “after she had me, my mom skipped town, never saw her again. And my dad– well, he kept me for a while. But I kinda wish he hadn’t. He was a criminal, through and through. That was actually the reason Wayne had to take me, he had finally got caught.” 

“You told me your life’s a mess? Well, my past is a mess. And, sure, I’ve cleaned up. But the uh, Munson name still holds some nasty rumors, most of them untrue, but, uh, yeah, I figured you should know about it, in case you wanna change your mind about me.” She frowns, dipping her head to meet his downturned gaze.

“Eddie, thank you for sharing that with me, but quite frankly, I don’t give a fuck about what anyone has to say about you or where you come from. You– you’ve just been so kind to me a-and to my girl. You’re one of the good ones, Eddie Munson. Believe me, I understand what town gossip can do, but I also understand that it’s often a bunch of bullshit.” She sees how his eyes soften, shoulders slackening a bit as he squeezes her hand. She swallows thickly.

“I-I guess I should be totally honest with you too. I wasn’t exactly telling you the whole truth about why I moved here.” She’s worried what she might find when she looks at Eddie’s face, but when she glances at him, all she sees are his melty brown eyes and a hint of a smile. He wants to listen, he wants to understand. 

“Helen’s– well, she’s a lot like your Uncle Wayne. A saint if I ever knew one. She took me in, w-when I was pregnant with Poppy.” She clears her throat, doing her best to get through this story without letting a warble in.

“I had Poppy the summer after my senior year of high school. Found out I was pregnant with her that November. There wasn’t even a discussion, my parents scheduled me an appointment at a clinic in Indianapolis over Thanksgiving break, but when it came time to do it. I-I just couldn’t, I wanted to keep her, no matter what anyone else was telling me. They were so upset, my mother would dissolve into tears daily, asking me if I knew what I was doing to them. It was awful, luckily I had enough credits to graduate early, and by March I was here, living with Helen.” She shudders hard, letting out a long exhale.

“I don’t know if I should ask this, but was there a guy?” She smiled wearily, laughing a bit.

“Oh yeah, we had been together for three years. Highschool sweethearts. He had a scholarship to Princeton. Told me he couldn’t stay with me if I was gonna keep her, that it’d be holding him back. It just seemed like everyone was making it about them, meanwhile my whole world had gone full tilt on its axis. Haven’t talked to any of those people since, not him, not my parents, not my old friends. But then I had Poppy, and– and it was like none of that ever mattered, you know? Well, you don’t know, I mean how could you? But I’m telling you, I’d do it all over again for her. She’s everything to me.” Eddie smiles at that, stroking his thumb over her hand.

“I know it’s not my place, but fuck all of those people. God, I just– you blow me away, you know that? When I’ve seen you with Poppy, I just can’t imagine anyone being a better mom. And I’m just so sorry you had to deal with all that.” She can feel tears pricking at his words so she lets out a tight laugh to cover them.

“I just wanted you to know the truth, Eds. Because I’m not exactly loved by the Hawkins rumor mill either, and the last thing I want to do is cause more trouble for you.” Eddie chuckles.

“Eh, I’m not afraid of some Hawkins housewives. Besides, I happen to like a little trouble in my life.” 

“God that’s cheesy. You’re cheesy.”

“You like it.”

“Yeah, I suppose I do.”

…

They stay in the restaurant, talking, until the servers start stacking up chairs, and when they get back in Eddie’s van, she’s shocked to read the dashboard and see it’s past midnight. The last time she was out this late was years ago.

She tilts her head back against the headrest, glancing over at him in the driver’s seat.

“Where to, milady?” She hums, sighing out that she should probably get home to which Eddie smiles and nods, kicking the van into gear. They keep their hands entangled the whole ride back. She can feel hers getting clammy as she’s trying to figure out if it’s too presumptuous of her to kiss him or not.

When he pulls up outside her apartment complex, her heart is in her throat. How the hell do you do this again? She thinks that he looks just as nervous as her, eyes glued to their hands entwined over the console, stammering a bit when he speaks.

“S-so, uh, thanks for coming out with me, sweetheart.” She smiles, noticing the pink around his cheeks that’s just barely illuminated in the glow of the streetlamps.

“Thank you, Eds. I had a really good time with you.” 

“Yeah? Would you, uh, wanna do it again sometime?” Her smile splits into a grin at that, she nods. He actually pumps his fist in the air at that and she can’t help but snort.

“Oh my god, I have a crush on a total dork, what am I gonna do?” He looks at her, grinning so hard.

“Oooh, you have a crush on me, do ya sweetheart?” She rolls her eyes before holding her hand up and pinching her index finger and thumb together.

“Maybe just a little one, yeah.” He laughs before holding his own hand up to mimic her action.

“Well I…” As he pinches his fingers together he all of a sudden spreads them apart as wide as they can go. “Yeah I don’t have a little crush on you. S’more like a massive crush, really.” The laugh she lets out is deep, one that makes her crinkle her eyes shut to let the warmth rush over her.

“Wow, that one was pretty bad, even for you, Munson.” He just shrugs, letting his grin go lopsided as he looks at her. And then she’s using whatever sliver of courage she has in her to reach over the console to slide her palm over his jaw to rest on his cheek, thumb brushing against the softness just below his eyelashes. Eddie seems to get the hint as he leans over, letting his fingers settle at the nape of her neck, pulling her into him. 

The first kiss isn’t great. It’s all nerves, trembling lips that barely brush before they both slightly jump at the contact. Eddie huffs out a laugh, keeping his eyes locked with hers. They both lean back in.

The second kiss is perfect. It’s certain, a confirmation of shared want. She laughs when she pulls away for a breath and Eddie chases after her mouth, landing pecks on the corner of her smile. When they pull back together, whatever resolve she was holding onto crumbles and she swipes her tongue across his chapped lips, a low rumbling thrum sounding from his throat as he lets her in. 

His hands are wandering, holding on wherever he can, trying to pull her closer. She unbuckles her seatbelt and tries her best to gracefully shuffle over the console and into his lap. She ends up bumping her head on the roof of the car, Eddie quickly bringing his hand to cup the back of her head, and when she finally settles against him, she leans back a bit too far, blaring the horn into the night. They both jump before dissolving into giggles, foreheads pressed together. Eddie brings both his hands to frame her jaw, taking her in.

“You alright, sweetheart?” She sighs around a smile, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“You’re making me embarrass myself here, Eds.” He grins, rubbing his palms up and down her thighs.

“Hmm, think I should make you embarrass yourself more often if this is what it looks like.” He pulls her in this time, licking hotly into her mouth and all she can think is that Eddie Munson is entirely too good at making out. And that’s exactly what they do, like two teenagers after homecoming. Hands roam and squeeze, sighs are swallowed, and they keep kissing like they have all the time in the world to do just that. She finally pulls away, twirling the baby curls at the nape of his neck. She glances behind her shoulder and sees that the dash reads a little after two in the morning.

“I really wanna keep kissing you, but I also really need to get some sleep.” Eddie hums, dropping a smack of his lips against her cheek.

“Yeah, don’t wanna leave you sleep deprived for your girl, guess I should probably let you go, sweetheart.” Neither of them move though, just staring at each other. She breaks first, chuckling softly.

“Um, I’m not really sure what’s the, um, best way for me to…” Eddie seems to catch on, murmuring “here, just let me…” and opening the driver’s side door. She giggles, swinging her leg over his lap and stumbling down from the car, tripping over her feet a bit. It’s started lightly snowing again.

Eddie swings his knees over to the side so he’s facing her, leaning on his elbows over his knees. She leans in to press one more kiss to his lips but before she can pull back he dips back in for another. 

“Thank you for a really, really, nice night, Eddie.” His cheeks arc and round under his beaming grin.

“Pretty sure I should be thanking you, sweetheart. So, I’ll call you? See about doing this again?” She smiles.

“I’ll answer, I promise.” They share one more smile before she walks around his van towards her apartment building. He calls her name and she turns to see him leaning out the passenger side window.

“I just wanted to say, you shouldn’t listen to what anyone has to say. About you and Poppy. Your girl is fucking aces and it’s because of you. I just, I admire you, sweetheart. You’ve got some serious guts, doing what you did. A-and, I want you to know I’m on your team, whatever that means.” She’s trying hard not to cry, but the tears are puddling in the corners of her eyes. She quickly shuffles back over to the passenger window, taking his face in both her hands and laying a simple kiss on his lips. What she says comes out in a whisper.

“Thank you, Eddie. I’m on your team too.” His face melts in a smile and she pulls away to walk back towards her building before she completely breaks down in front of him. 

It’s three in the morning by the time she gets in bed. She’ll probably only get a few hours of sleep, but she doesn’t care. She can’t stop smiling into her pillow.

[snekdood]

ok so,my favorite emo-goth-punk-scene couple in the world has like. the most tragic backstory??? basically she was a girl, he was a boy, can i make it anymore obvious? she was a princess, he was a guy who lived in the woods, what more can i say. and they like totally fell in love? but like. the girls stupid crazy controlling dad was like really annoying about it all? he got all fussy bc the emo bf didn't know her dad was important enough to give him whatever respect he thought he was owed when they first met, so like ever since her dad has been against her cool edgy boyfriend with a snake tattoo and rides a badass motorcycle with a cow skull on it and went so far as to like. not even invite him or her to his party that he invited everyone else to, but she found out about it and decided to confront her dad but her dad was being a real dick about it and being super degrading to her and her boyfriend and being really shitty about it all and she was totally like "omg fine if you hate him then you hate me too!!!" and then she fucking killed herself by pouring gasoline on herself and setting herself on fire in front of them all?? it was like. one of the biggest and most saddest testimonies to her love for him. but then the sceneemopunk guy totally found out and became fucking furious and like went on a whole fucking rampage and started fucking killing people at the party for his gf and then literally took a chainsaw and cut off her dads head and totally took the corpse of his gf with him and cried under the moonlight holding her, it was like a scene in twilight or something. so like his friends come and calm him down and eventually convinced him to like totally heal and revive his gf's dad (oh yeah btw this is a supernatural fantasy story i watched on netflix so they can totally do that kind of stuff) and he did but thought it would be so so funny if he gave her dad a goats head to like rub it in since hes was always accusing them of being satanic for liking screamo and metal (listen parents!!! its not at all!!!). but then the emo guy went to jail for like 1000+ years (oh yeah also hes immortal and like super powerful and everything but he still has to abide by the laws n stuff bc like....., they might be punk but like. that doesnt mean you get to avoid the law and stuff?) but in that time his gf totally resurrects into this cooler more badass version of herself and he finally gets out on parole and she finds him but hes like. sooo traumatized by being in prison and like basically dissociating from life bc he spent the entire time in there alone in the dark in his thoughts basically and he doesnt recognize her like at all and starts to just go through the motions of life ignoring everything and everything is like grey and boring now for him and he does the same thing every day and then one of his old friends comes along to talk to him about his gf but the emo bf gets like? really really angry for no reason?? and like. totaaally shoots a lazer beam into his friend (oh yeah he can do that too he has a lot of cool powers like that like fire powers and lightning powers n stuff) and then goes back to being like a drone basically?? but his friends gf convinces him to revive his friend he just killed for no reason too and then they obviously stopped being friends bc what the fuck?? but he was probably still just really sensitive about the subject and just didnt wanna talk about it ig. so his gf like. decides to enter into his dreams and communicates with him that way instead and then he totally realizes its his gf and they totally fall in love again and get married bc fuck her dad and also she was resurrected into a body of a different girl anyways so its not even her dad anymore but her new mom is kinda weird about her bf but its fine as long as he comes to her special dinners wearing a tuxedo for her and covers up his snake tattoos.. ...

[onceuponastory]

Bucky Barnes | Masterlist

Key: Fluff: 🌸 | Angst: 🌧️ | Smut:🩸 | Dark: 💀 | AU: 🌙  | Personal Favourite: 💖

Last Updated: September 28th

SERIES

Ever After | 🌧️ | 🌸 | 🌙 | 💖 | on hold, may rewrite

After surviving an assassination attempt ordered by her stepmother, Y/N Y/L/N, heiress to a huge fortune and her fathers’ business, flees her home and everything she knows. Alone and frightened, she makes her way to New York to see the one person she thinks she can trust: her father’s old friend…Tony Stark. (Modern SnowWhite!AU/Retelling)

The Story of You | Complete

The Story of You | 🌧️ |

Bucky and the late night bartender in an almost empty bar make a connection. If only he could get over his past.

Speak Now (Part Two to The Story of You) | 🌧️ | 🌸 |

Bucky (and Sam) go back to the same bar he met Y/N in. Hopefully, this time Bucky can actually work up the courage to speak to her.

Dance Teacher Bucky AU | ??? | 

Chemistry | 🌙 |

Trying to help get her out of the rut she’s been in since her breakup, Y/N’s best friend decides to sign her up for a dance class. There, she meets the passionate and incredibly attractive teacher, Bucky Barnes. (Dance Teacher AU)

Passion (Part Two to Chemistry) | 🌧️ | 🌙 |

Since she and Bucky first made a connection, Y/N has been excitedly counting down the days until she’s back in his class and can finally tell him the truth about how she feels. Unfortunately, Bucky has other ideas…

Part of a Family | Completed | 💖

Part of a Family | 🌸 |

After Y/N is abandoned by her boyfriend, the father of her 8 month old son, her best friend Bucky comes to the rescue. The same Bucky who’s been in love with Y/N ever since he met her.

Part of a Family Christmas Special | 🌸 |

A few years after he and Y/N admitted their feelings for each other, it’s Christmas time, and Bucky has a very special question to ask Y/N. He just needs to work up the courage to do it.

Pilot Bucky | ??? | 💖

Fear of Falling | 🌧️ | 🌙 |

Y/N loves Bucky, the gorgeous pilot at the airline they both work for, but she knows he doesn’t feel the same about her. …Or does he? (Pilot!Bucky x AirHostess!Reader)

Taxi | 🌧️ | 🌸 | 🌙 | (part two to Fear of Falling)

After their misunderstanding, Y/N tries to tell Bucky the truth…despite the roadblocks life keeps throwing their way.

Reunited | 🌸 | 🌙 |

After some time spent apart, Bucky and Reader are finally reunited.

Something Sweet | 🌧️ | 🌸 |

Bucky meets his new neighbour Y/N, who has just moved to New York after inheriting her aunt’s coffee shop. He offers to help out whenever he can, but both are apprehensive about getting closer to one another, especially because of their pasts. Yet, as always, life has other plans.

Biker Bucky | ??? Knights in Leather Jackets | 🌸 | 🌙 |

Stuck in a dead end job at an ice cream parlour, Y/N dreams of something new in her life, especially when a biker’s charity meet and ride comes to town. And then, she meets Bucky.

Little Favours | 🌸 | 🌙 | (part two to Knights in Leather Jackets)

Since Bucky saved her from her shitty boss, Y/N hasn’t seen him again. For a while, she gets closer and closer to giving up hope. Until he comes back. And this time, he’s asking for her help.

Ghost Story | 🌧️ | 🌸 | 🌙 | 💖 | Complete

As she got older, Y/N stopped believing in ghost stories. That is… until she finds one fast asleep and bleeding out on her grandma’s couch. The Winter Soldier was taught never to leave any witnesses, and he intends to follow his training… until he finds Y/N staring down the barrel of his gun.

ONESHOTS 

Boyfriend | 🌸 | 🌧️ | 💖 |

Bucky is in love with his best friend Y/N. But unfortunately, his best friend has a boyfriend, and Bucky hates his guts. Based on the song Boyfriend by the iconic Lou Bega.

Fire Escapes | 🌸 | 🌧️ (mild angst) |

Both unable to sleep in the city that never sleeps, Y/N and her neighbour Bucky Barnes meet on their fire escape…and start something special.

Upstairs | 🌸 |

Bucky Barnes is constantly annoyed by his cat Alpine going to visit his upstairs neighbour for treats. That is however, until Bucky meets his new upstairs neighbour Y/N. Who Bucky definitely isn’t in love with. Not at all.

Turns out that a 106 year old man might know more about love than he first thought. And that cats can make excellent wingmen.

Guilty | 🌧️ | 🌸 |

Bucky tells his girlfriend Y/N about his past as The Winter Soldier, and all the bodies left in his wake. (Request)

Broken Machine | 🌧️ | 🌸 |

After her best friend and crush Bucky Barnes, also known as The Winter Soldier, is recaptured by HYDRA and has his mind wiped again causing him to forget everything he knows…even her, Y/N Y/L/N takes it upon herself to help bring his memory back. However long it takes.

Snow Days | 🌸 |

After being called The Winter Soldier for most of his life, Bucky Barnes hates the snow, so he decides to stay inside instead of joining the rest of the Avengers as they enjoy the weather. Y/N decides to keep him company. (Posted as part of staticscreenwriting and I’s Christmas Creation Calendar)

At Her Side | 🌸 | 

Y/N needs a boyfriend to bring to her family’s Christmas party. Her best friend Bucky Barnes offers to be her fake boyfriend. Of course, neither of them know that the other is madly in love with them, and would date them for real. No pressure, right? (Fake Dating AU. Also posted as part of staticscreenwriting and I’s Christmas Creation Calendar).

Petals and Ink | 🌸 | 🌙 |

I work at a flower shop and you’re a tattoo artist from across the street and you always come in here to practice drawing flowers and you’re really hot AU || AU prompt by @aesocias and found on this blog //  Looking for inspiration for some new tattoos, Bucky visits his friend and crush Y/N, who owns the flower shop across the street from the tattoo parlour he works in. (tattooartist!Bucky x flowershopowner!Reader)

See You Again | 🌸 | 

Despite having never met Y/N before, Bucky agrees to be her fake boyfriend to save her from a creepy guy in a bar who won’t leave her alone.

Echoes | 🌸 | 🌙 |

Coming home from work early, intending to surprise her boyfriend who’s home from tour, Y/N is the one who’s surprised when she realises just how well her boyfriend can sing.  (Rockstar!Bucky AU).

Based on Sebastian’s insta story of him singing Home Sweet Home by Mötley Crüe

Unlikely Alliances | 🌧️ | 💀 | 🌸 depends on the ending you choose | 🌙

Whilst searching for information about the new variant of super soldier serum given to the Flag Smashers, Sam and Bucky learned from Dr Nagel that the CIA authorised the creation of more serum. To find out more, they visit Sam’s old friend: Agent Y/N Y/L/N, who’s working at the CIA under the…guidance of Agent Nick Fowler. (The 355 x TFATWS crossover)

Hate to See Your Heart Break | 🌧️ | 🌸 | 🌙 | 💖 | 

Three years ago, Y/N and Bucky Barnes’ almost decade long relationship came to an end. And for those three years, Y/N’s been regretting the breakup and wanting Bucky back, even though she’s sure that Bucky doesn’t feel the same way. That is, however, until a surprising interview with Bucky and his fellow band members changes everything. (Rockstar!Bucky AU). Posted as part of @sunshinebuckybarnes’ Sunshine Jukebox 1k writing challenge. Based on the song Glasgow by You Me at Six.

Tastes Like Heaven | 🌸 |

Y/N has been in love with Bucky Barnes for as long as she can remember, but is too afraid to act on her feelings, assuming he doesn’t feel the same way about her. But when they both get picked for seven minutes in heaven at Natasha’s birthday party, it changes everything.

Posted as part of @sidepartskinnyjeans​ birthday writing challenge

Yes, Professor | 🩸 | 🌙 |

Ever since the extremely attractive Professor Bucky Barnes moved next door, Y/N has been lusting over him ever since, yet is resigned to the fact that the talks they have over their fences is the closest thing that she has to being his. But one morning, Bucky’s interesting fashion choice awakens something within them both. (Professor!Bucky AU).

Based on this specific photo from Sebastian’s L’Officiel Homme shoot.

Sick Day | 🌸 | 🌙 |

When Y/N becomes so stressed about her university work that she ends up losing sleep and catching a horrible cold, her best friend and roommate Bucky promises to take care of her until she feels better. The same Bucky that Y/N is head over heels in love with.  (University!Students Bucky and Reader AU)

Heartaches | 🌧️ | 💖 |

Y/N has been in love with her best friend Bucky Barnes ever since they met. One night, fuelled by alcohol and her desire to finally reveal the truth, Y/N decides it’s the perfect night to tell him how she feels...but her plans go awry when Bucky decides that it’s also the perfect night to tell her about his new girlfriend.

New Beginnings | 🌸 | 🌧️ (mild angst) |

Looking for somewhere to shelter from the rain, Bucky Barnes ends up in a bookstore, where he soon meets and falls in love with its owner, Y/N.

Posted as part of @musingsinmoonlight​‘s Anyway You Want It 1k Challenge!

Sweet Dreams | 🌸 |

Y/N falls asleep on Bucky.

Aftermath | 🌧️ | 🌸 |

Five years since her boyfriend Bucky Barnes got blipped and disappeared along with half of the world, Y/N still finds herself trying to pick up the pieces and deal with her new life alone.

Summer Storms | 🌧️ (mild angst) |

Y/N’s grandmother always told her summer storms help clear the air. After an argument with Bucky, she’s about to find out that her grandmother may have been right after all.

Laundry Day | 🩸 (implied smut, but still). |

Bucky finds a way to make laundry day a little more…exciting.

Art | 🌸 | 🌙 |

Bucky finds a way to give Y/N a tattoo without the pain. (TattooArtist!Bucky AU)

Soft Glow | 🌸 |

When he learns Y/N is scared of thunderstorms, Bucky finds a way to help. (Posted for Flufftober 2022, Day 6 - Candles, Lanterns and Fairy Lights)

Mama, We All Go To Hell | 🌧️ | 💖 |

“Do you miss your mother, Mister Barnes?” // Or, Bucky’s therapist asks him to write his mother a letter, explaining the last seventy years of his life. (Posted for Whumptober 2022, Day 14 - Die a Hero or Live Long Enough to See Yourself Become the Villain)

All I Need To Hear | 🌧️ |

A few months ago, Bucky broke up with Y/N, and he’s regretted it ever since. All he wants to do is tell her the truth about how he feels…if he can only work up the courage to.

Monster | 💀 | 🌙 |

Alexander Pierce finds an unexpected guest in his kitchen. One who wants revenge. (Winter Soldier Bucky - Alternate ending to CA:TWS)

Just Like Magic | 🌸 |

Y/N finds Bucky standing outside and alone in the cold during a Stark party.

Forever | 🌸 | 🌙 |

Down on her luck, Y/N decides to take on a job at a local antique shop, owned by Bucky Barnes. But little does she know, Bucky is hiding a secret. One that will change her life forever.

Home For Christmas | 🌸 |

When it doesn’t look like Bucky will make it home in time for Christmas, he promises to make it up to Y/N.

3am | 🌧️ | 🌸 |

One night at 3am, Bucky Barnes gets a call about his ex, Y/N.

Into the Deep | 💀 | 🌙 |

There’s something hiding under the sea in the cove that Y/N visits. Something that knows her name. (Siren!Bucky)

Letting You Down | 🌧️ | 🌸 | 🌙 | 💖 |

Tour romances mean nothing serious…right?

Or, fresh out of a breakup and deciding to focus on her music, Y/N jumps at the chance to go on tour with one of her favourite bands to take her mind off of things. Especially romance. Unfortunately for her, their drummer just can’t keep his eyes off of her. (Rockstar!Bucky)

Blackheart | 💀 | 🌙 | 💖 | 

After waking up onboard a pirate ship, Y/N soon becomes acquainted with its crew…and its famously bloodthirsty Captain. (PirateCaptain!Bucky)

All This Love | 🌧️ | 🌸 | 💖 | 

After John Walker oversteps, Y/N makes sure that her boyfriend Bucky knows just how much she loves him.

Just One Bite | 💀 | 🌙 |

Despite making her a living as a Vampire Hunter, most of the ‘monsters’ Y/N encounters are human. So much so, in fact, that she’s starting to question if vampires do exist after all. But on this hunt, she’s about to find out just how real they are. (Vampire!Bucky)

Protective | 🌸 |

Bucky gets protective over Y/N during a mission.

Heartbeats | 🌸 | 🌙 |

Like most people in the hospital she works in, Y/N is head over heels in love with the gorgeous paramedic Bucky Barnes. Yet she has come to the conclusion that their small chats they have whenever he drops off a patient is the closest thing they have to a relationship. That is, however, until an accident on a night out brings them closer together. (Paramedic!Bucky x Doctor!Reader). Posted as part of the Bucky Barnes Events Alternate June-iverse Challenge.

Home Comforts | 🌸 |

When Bucky finally comes home from another mission, reader makes sure he’s okay...and Bucky reflects on just how lucky he is to have her.

Black Butterflies and Deja Vu | 🌧️ |

Based on the song of the same name by The Maine, specifically the line: “What would you say if you could say, everything you needed to, to the one you needed to?”

A True Hero | 🌸 | 🌧️ | 🌙 | 💖 | 

When Princess Y/N is taken by a dragon, Bucky Barnes, her best friend and a humble blacksmith, joins the royal guard in their quest to help rescue her. (Posted as part of the Bucky Barnes Events Alternate June-iverse Connect Four Event).

Last Stroke of Midnight | 🌸 | 🌧️ | 🌙 | 💖 | 

When a stroke of luck and a little bit of magic allows her to attend Prince James' royal ball, Y/N soon realises that they’ve met before. (Prince Charming!Bucky. Cinderella AU - Posted as part of the Bucky Barnes Events Alternate June-iverse Connect Four Event).

A Perfect Fit | 🌸 | 🌧️ | 🌙 | 💖 | (Part Two to Last Stroke of Midnight)

After fleeing the Royal Ball, Y/N knew she had no chance of ever seeing the Prince again. But Prince Bucky is determined to find her.

An Intriguing Stranger  | 🌸 | 🌙 |

Despite how poorly Y/N’s night at the Gallery of Contemporary Art is going, it soon starts to look up when she meets a handsome stranger. However, he has a secret of his own.

Just a Kiss | 🌸 |

Frustrated by Y/N and Bucky’s refusal to admit their feelings for one another, Natasha decides to take matters into her own hands.

Artistic | 🌸 | 🌙 | (Part Two to An Intriguing Stranger)

After embarrassing herself in front of the very attractive artist, Y/N swears her night has gone from bad to worse. In fact, she couldn’t be more wrong.

Dangerous | 💀 |

Alone and on her first proper mission with Bucky, Y/N tries to ignore the uneasy feeling in her gut. Because she’s perfectly safe. Bucky is perfectly safe. …Isn’t he? (Posted for Pup and Kisa’s Aesthetics Challenge) 

Play With Fire | 🌸 | 🌙 |

Y/N finds herself watching the street performance of a man who likes to play with fire… and she’s about to realise that she does, too. (Stuntman!StreetPerformer!Bucky AU)

One Single Word | 🌸 | 🌙 |

In a world where the first thing your soulmate says to you is somewhere on your body, Y/N soon realises that hers is not what she expected… or what she wants. (Soulmate!AU, written for @lunarbuck​‘s 2k Soulmate AU Writing Challenge).

[crazycookiecrumbles]

A Shitty Memory

A/N: I don’t know! I guess I do have a Stark!Readerverse

Falls after “A Friendly Reunion” And YES! Stark!Reader’s got Quake’s powers. Yes. I’m obsessed. I’m sorry.

Pairing: Shang-Chi x Stark!Reader, Past!Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader. Platonic!Bucky x Stark!Reader

Warnings: Swears, angst (???), fluff ending,

Summary: You were just trying to enjoy your vacation when a hit song triggers horrible memories you ran away from and never truly dealt with.

“'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty

You make me hate this city

And I don't talk shit about you on the internet

Never told anyone anything bad 'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything And all that you did was make me fucking sad.”

What the fuck was this?

Oh, god. This was not supposed to be happening right now.

Feelings sucked. They hit you like a ton of bricks. One minute, you’re visiting Sam and his family, along with Shang-Chi, Katy, and Bucky. You had all spent the day together, you meeting Sam’s sister, secretly trying to push her and Bucky together, while Bucky and Sam were making sure  that your boyfriend knew that they were always watching and that they were so overbearing and annoying and obnoxious like older brothers should be.

But feelings really, really smacked you in the head like an ACME anvil, and, wow, it felt so stupid.

Without a karaoke machine, they ended up just connecting one of Sarah’s kid’s laptops to the TV and using that to pick random song on Youtube to display the lyrics and sing along to. It wasn’t karaoke if someone hadn’t picked a Billie Eilish song. You were fine, totally fine, but then the song went on and you hit that one iconic section where everything changed and your mind just wandered back in time, back to Steve.

He just had to send the stones back. All he had to do was put the stones back in their rightful place and come right back to you, and he didn’t do that. He disappeared, took too long to return which made your heart pound faster and faster until you thought it was going to explode. Then, when you four finally spotted him and you realized he was now an old man sitting on a bench having lived out his life that was meant to be with you with another woman, you lost it.

You remembered how Bruce laughed nervously as the ground began to tremble, how Sam ducked and Bucky yanked him out of the way when a tree exploded and the wood splintered in every direction. You remembered how Steve turned around and said, “Doll, it’s okay.”

But it wasn’t! It wasn’t okay, and you felt such blinding hot rage that you did not remember what happened after that. When events were retold to you, you learned that, basically, you started to break the planet. The ground was shattering and you were losing control of your powers, something you hadn’t done in so, so long, but you were so overwhelmed with emotions that you just couldn’t handle it. Everything you had gone through with Thanos, plus this? Bucky was able to get the closest to you, his vibranium arm absorbing a bulk of the vibrations you were emitting before he was forced to knock you out to keep you from destroying the planet on accident.

And those feelings felt like they were coming back right now. You had stopped singing around ‘you make me hate this city’ as you remembered why you ran away from New York in search of a new life. No one had noticed you were suddenly quiet as you zoned out. However, Bucky noticed that Sarah’s beer bottle resting on the coffee table was starting to shake, which was strange given that no one was standing or jumping around. His eyes then immediately darted to you and saw you slowly exhaling to try to calm down, your hands shaking and red bruises forming around your forearms before you abruptly stood up and left the house.

Sam frowned and glanced at Bucky who shook his head. Bucky set his bottle of beer down on the ground and stood up to go check on you, but Shang-Chi quickly stood up.

“I’ll check on her,” Shang-Chi said to him with a nod as he grabbed his jacket off of the back of the chair.

Bucky glanced out the door where you left. Suddenly they all felt the house shake for only a second before it was back to normal. Bucky sighed, “Look, she might….you might have to —“

“I got it,” he nodded. “I’ll come get you if I can’t, but I got it. I’ll be back.”

You were standing at the end of the dock, and as your boyfriend approached you he could feel little rumbles on the wood that definitely didn’t come from the water rocking beneath the both of you. As he got closer, he draped his jacket around you and stood beside you. You glanced over at him and opened your mouth to speak, but you didn’t know what to say.

“I know,” he said quietly. “It’s okay.”

“Is it?” you laughed as tears fell from your eyes and you tried so hard to keep yourself composed and hide them by rubbing your eyes, instead revealing the bruising that was forming on your arms as you tried to keep your powers check. “Seems kind of insane to me. A stupid fucking song and stupid lyrics and it--it’s all coming back.”

“Why?” He reached out and took your hand in his, smoothing his hand down over your knuckles, the back of your hand, and your wrist to offer a soothing touch. “Why is that insane to you, to get emotional over a song?”

“A fucking song that makes me think of my ex-husband when my boyfriend is sitting right there,” you laughed and shook your head. “It’s stupid.”

“It really isn’t, babe.”

You laughed and shook your head.

Shang-Chi sighed and stepped closer to you, turning you to face him, “You loved him. You were married to him. You were hurt because he left you. You’re allowed to be upset. You’re allowed to feel, I mean — did you even take that time to grieve or —“

“I ran,” you said quickly. “I up and left.”

“Ah, he made you hate that city — oh god I’m sorry. Bad timing. Bad, bad, awful, stupid joke,” He said when he noticed you starting to tear up again. “Okay, it’s okay, just let it out.”

“I can’t,”you laughed and stared up at the stars in the sky. “I can’t let it out because if I do, I’ll probably split the planet in half on accident like I almost did that day.”

“That’s so awesome,” He muttered under his breath. “I mean — look ,you won’t do that.”

“I will.”

“You won’t,” Shang-Chi moved around and grabbed you by the shoulders, turning you so that you were facing the water once again, and he was now standing behind you. His hands left your shoulders and he grabbed you by your arms, quietly coaxing you to get down with him. You sat on the edge of dock with your legs dangling off the side. He sat on his knees behind you, butt resting on the heels of his shoes as he gently coaxed you back to lean against him. “Just listen to me, okay? And…cry, cry as much as you need to.”

You scoffed, “Why?”

“You deserve to deal with your shit.” He chuckled softly, “Trust me, running just comes to bite you in the ass eventually.”

“Fine.”

He nodded and wrapped his arms around you as you rested against his chest, “You fell in love with and married Steve Rogers. You loved him. You fought alongside with him, you fought him, you made up with him, you loved him, you planned an entire lifetime to spend with him.”

At this point, looking back and remembering all the times you had spent with Steve was starting to make you emotional all over again as tears fell and you tried so hard to keep your composure, the lump in your throat burning as you tried so hard to hold back.

“And then you were snapped. He lost five years with you, but you came back.”

You laughed darkly, more tears spilling, “When I stood next to him he fell to his knees. He couldn’t believe it.”

He nodded and continued, “You’d lost your best friend and you didn’t even know it. You lost your dad, and you couldn’t control those things, but you carried on. And then you lost Steve, and he didn’t even give you a chance or a warning.”

You started crying. Your body shaking with tears as you held onto Shang-Chi’s forearm, and unknowingly started to make him feel vibrations in his arm that had him wondering if it was about to break or just be bruised like yours.

“Steve left you and he hurt you, and you couldn’t even be honest about it. This entire time you kept up this charade to the world that Steve Rogers died a hero, but no one else knows what he put you through, how unfair that was, how it hurts. They just think that he’s the perfect man, a hero, and you spend every single day keeping up this lie and keeping his image clean so no one loses faith in a man like that.” Shang-Chi shook his head and gritted his teeth when he felt more vibrations surge through his arm and a sharp pain hit him. “Who else would do that? Hold their head high and talk about him with nothing but respect and revery? I wouldn’t. I don’t know anyone that would. You….you are so strong, (Y/N). He did not deserve the person you’ve become.”

At this point the dock was shaking violently, a few nails coming out here and there, the ground by the water’s edge cracking and racing towards the house which was shaking to the point where they were evacuating, just in case, and Bucky was starting to head down the dock towards you both.

“Let it go,” Shang-Chi whispered. “It’s okay. I’m here. Let it go.”

You sobbed and let go of his arm as you brought your hands up to cover your face as the tears poured from you. He took a few seconds to shake out his arm to get some reprieve from the vibrations before he wrapped his arm around you again, kissing the back of your head and saying it was okay.

Furious, you pushed him away. Shang-Chi let go of you quickly as you lurched forward and screamed in anguish, fury, nothing but pain as you screamed how you hated Steve. Power radiated from your body and surged right out in front of you. It hit the water with such force that it seemed like all of the water there shot straight up into the air like a geyser. Shang-Chi looked up in awe at what he was witnessing, but then all the water started to fall back down.

It fell hard, and between the waves caused by it and your own powers, the two of you ended up soaked to the bone along with half of the dock. You were breathing heavily, he could hear the raspiness in your lungs with each breath you took as he quickly pulled you back into his arms and held you tighter.

“Fuck,” you coughed and looked around. “Wow.”

“How do you feel?”

“I think I actually….feel a little better?” you questioned this and turned to stare at him, “What?”

He shrugged, “Told you, you have to let it out.”

“Maybe you were right,” you muttered.

He smirked, “That was awesome, by the way. Definitely top 20 things I’ve seen, easily. Maybe top 10?”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead, “I love you, (Y/N). You don’t have to run from it or ignore it or repress it for my sake, you know. That’s part of you. You can talk about it.”

You nodded and sniffled, lifting his arm to see it covered in bruises and apologizing for hurting him. He shrugged and said that he was just happy it wasn’t broken, but even if it was, he’d deal with it for you.

Bucky approached after a moment, squatting down next to you and letting out a low whistle, “Well, this beats you splitting the planet in two. You okay, Stark?”

“Getting there, I guess,” you nodded. “Sorry about that.”

“S’okay. We just get worried about you, that’s all,” Bucky nodded and spared a glance at Shang-Chi. “But I’m glad you’ve got others with you. I guess we won’t have to take him out on the boat and get rid of him.”

Shang-Chi blinked, “Wait. What?”

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t mind him. He’s getting into The Sopranos. Okay, let’s go. No more crying and feelings please. Or breakup music? Can we just sing something cheery and cheesy?”

Shang-Chi helped you to your feet before the three of you walked back down the dock, “How about the alphabet?”

“You are so corny.”

He grinned and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “You love me anyway.”

You rolled your eyes, “I guess.”

Bucky shook his head listening to the two of you go back and forth with one another. As they reached dry land again, he glanced over to Sam who was motioning his thumb going across his neck. Bucky shook his head and gave him the ‘okay’ symbol in reference to Shang-Chi. Sam sighed and nodded along as he started to go back into the house.

Katy raised an eyebrow as she followed them inside, “Wait. Did you two just silently discuss if you needed to kill him?”

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MR. REIGNS

Prompt: Requested by nonny

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, degradation (name calling), flirting, daddy kink, sir kink, age gap

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

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Notes: Disclaimer - For respect purposes, I’ll be using a fictional name for Roman’s daughter on this fic. If you’d like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Masterlist

It’s finally Senior Year - and what a fucking relief that is! No more stressful and endless studying hours, no more busting our asses off for mediocre grades, no more shitty frat parties “and last - but certainly not least- no more breaking up with asshole boyfriends at said crappy parties!

I don’t like younger guys. They’re inexperienced, get flustered easily, and don’t care whatsoever about reciprocating pleasure towards their girlfriends or hookups! I like older men...there's something about them that’s just perfect. “When I first met Amber Reigns, I never imagined that I would be blessed with such an amazing best friend. That’s why I knew it was wrong to have the hots for her father, but c’mon! Have you seen the man? He’s delicious! And I’m made of flesh and blood, therefore I have my weaknesses too. And Mr. Reigns is one of my biggest weaknesses.

“Y/N” Amber peeked her head inside my dorm room “Are you ready? My dad’s waiting for us in the parking lot”

“Yeah, I got everything I need” I said while putting on my backpack

“Do you mind going to the car? I’ll be right behind you, I just need to leave some books at the library, because if I don’t they’ll fine me like twenty dollars” She rolled her eyes in annoyance

I giggled “Sure. But don’t take too long flirting with the library boy” I responded in a teasing tone

She stuck her tongue out and left.

I made my way towards the parking lot and saw him standing there, leaning sexily against his pickup truck. He was wearing an extremely tight black tank top, which did nothing but accentuate his rippling muscles and tanned skin that were on full display. The intricate patterns of his tattoo could be seen from afar, the way the black lines molded to his skin like a shield never failed to turn me on, and a pair of black joggers caressed his strong thighs beautifully. His long, black, silky hair was tied up in a tight knot at the back of his head....the man was a fucking sight for sore eyes!

“Hello, Y/N” He greeted with a smile

“Mr. Reigns” I said shyly

He grabbed my backpack and placed it in the trunk of his car “How are you?”

“I’m good, sir. How are you?”

“Better now” He winked and smirked. And I almost came in my pants

“Where’s Amber?”

“She went to the library to return some books, sir”

“Don’t I get a hug?” He smiled

I awkwardly hugged him as I felt the smell of his cologne filling up my lungs and this weird feeling of wholesomeness took over me

“Let’s get inside the car, it’s too hot out here” He laughed

Amber had invited me to spend this holiday weekend with her family, and since I wasn’t feeling much in the mood to go home, I said yes. The only thing I didn’t know was that she planned on going to Mr. Reigns’ house instead of her mom’s house. Before I could fantasize in my daydreams for too long, Amber had returned from the library and hopped into the vehicle.

“Who will be spending the weekend with us?” Amber asked as she fastened her seatbelt

“Your uncles will be coming tomorrow afternoon with your cousins. Your brother decided to go to his girlfriend’s parents, and your sister is coming over on Sunday” Mr. Reigns replied as he turned onto the highway leading to his home.

During the two hour long ride, Mr. Reigns and Amber spent most of the trip conversing animatedly, occasionally asking me a question or two to keep me from feeling too left out, but I let them mostly catch up amongst themselves.

When we got to his place it was the end of the afternoon, and Mr. Reigns went to the kitchen to cook us dinner. I took the opportunity to shower and change into some clean clothes, nothing fancy though, just a pair of yoga pants and a gray tank top. While Amber was taking one of her famously long baths, I got bored and decided to go downstairs to see what Mr. Reigns was cooking.

“Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He smirked

“Amber is taking a bath” I rolled my eyes in fake annoyance

“Oh great” He grunted, but a smile danced on his lips “That will be quick” He joked, and I laughed in response

“So when is your girlfriend coming?” I asked nonchalantly and leaned against the kitchen island as he chopped some carrots

“Girlfriend?” He chuckled “I know nothing about that”

“How is that possible?” I asked in disbelief

“I don’t need someone in my life in order to be happy, Y/N”

“I’m not saying you do, Mr. Reigns. I’m just saying I find it hard to believe that a man like you doesn’t have a girlfriend”

“And why aren’t YOU spending the holidays with your boyfriend?” He teased

“Boyfriend? I know nothing about that” I mocked

He cackled “And why not? Maybe a boy in college wants to be your boyfriend?”

“I don’t like young guys” I shrugged

“Oh really?” He scooted closer “What do you like then?”

“I like older men”

“How old?” He flirted

The vixen part of my brain woke up once I saw the fire in his eyes “Around your age”

“My age?”

I nodded

“And what does a twenty two year old little girl like you know about men my age?” He licked his lips

“Oh Mr. Reigns...I know a lot” I smirked

………………………………………………………………………………………..

We went to sleep late that night, so the next morning I didn’t even hear Amber calling for me so we could go to the grocery store. When I slowly opened the door of the guest bedroom, I heard Mr. Reigns saying:

“I’ll stay here with her and you go to the store, because God forbid if I forget to buy whatever is your addiction at the moment” He chuckled

“Dad, stop!” She giggled “You’re making me sound like a terrible person, AND it’s Twinkies, ok?”

“Again? I thought it was chocolate with nuts”

“Nope, it’s Twinkies now, and just for that, I’ll buy an extra box just to piss you off” She laughed deviously and left out the door.

When her car left towards the highway, I saw Mr. Reigns going up the stairs and coming towards my guest bedroom. I quickly went to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth.

Mr. Reigns slowly opened the door of my room as I was leaving the bathroom.

“So you’re awake?”

“I woke up when Amber was leaving”

“Why didn’t you go to the store with her?”

“Wasn’t feeling like it. Why are you in my room, Mr. Reigns?”

“I came to check on you”

“Why? Do I need someone watching over my sleep?” I laughed

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok, Y/N”

With a smirk on my lips, I said “So you had no other intentions AT ALL?”

“Would you like me to have other intentions?” He chuckled

“Who wouldn’t?”

“You know this is wrong, right?”

“If I heard it correctly, Mr. Reigns, you were the one who wanted to stay behind, and you are the one who came up here” I shrugged

“Touché” He pushed me down on the bed, and covered my body with his

“If it’s so wrong, why are you doing it, sir?”

“Because” He licked his lips “Everything that is forbidden tastes sweeter, don’t you think?”

I giggled while my hands dipped inside his white t-shirt “That’s your shitty excuse?” And chuckled “C’mon, I know you can do better than that”

He cackled “Maybe...or maybe it’s the truth” His hands pulled my satin shorts down “I’ve thought about this ever since I first saw you”

“So why did it take you so long to do something about it?”

“I wanted to make sure you felt the same” His lips brushed against mine

“We better hurry up before someone gets here”

“It takes two and a half hours to get to the store and back, baby. We’ve got plenty of time” He smirked and kissed my lips deeply.

His full lips tasted like caramel coffee, something he drank every morning without a fail. I undid his perfect bun and let his black, silky hair fall upon his shoulders as we kissed. Moaning into the kiss, I pulled his hair while I wiggled my hips, which made him groan.

“So eager” He slapped my ass “I like that. Makes me wanna fuck you even harder”

He took my wrists and locked them on top of my head while rubbing his bulge against my core.

“Please, daddy” I moaned “Please fuck my pussy”

He growled at my pleading and pulled his joggers down quickly. Roman teased my clit with his tip, sliding it up and down my folds, applying more pressure every time he hit my little nub.

“No more teasing, Mr. Reigns... Please...”

Roman smirked and slid in me with one soft thrust.

“Fuck” We moaned together

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he filled my core like nothing else. His size was beyond perfect to me and I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure any longer.

“That’s my good little slut, moan for the one who owns this pussy” He pulled all the way out, until just the tip was in, and then he went in again with a rough thrust

“Oh yes, Mr. Reigns. Keep going please” I moaned loudly

He gripped me by the neck and chuckled “Such a needy whore! I love seeing what I can do to you. The power I have over you...How you lose yourself while I fuck you” He slapped my ass vigorously “You’ve been waiting a long time to have me in you, haven’t you, my sweet whore?”

“Yes, sir” I panted

“Then tell me! Who’s my filthy little slut?”

“Me, daddy”

He snarled before fucking me faster “Say it!”

“I’m your filthy little slut, sir” Tears started to gather in my eyes, as I could feel overstimulation being so close

“Then cum for me, like a filthy, little, slut” He whispered in my ear, while pinching my clit.

It didn’t take him long to reach his high, and Roman quickly pulled out and spilled his seed on my mound.

He leaned down and captured my lips in a sweet kiss

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up” Roman looked up at the clock and continued “And if we’re quick enough in the shower, we can have another round before someone gets here”

He picked me up in his arms, bridal style and whispered

“I still need to taste this pussy or else I’m gonna become a mad man” He smirked when I gasped

And ran towards the bathroom.

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F I N A L  G I R L |  S E V E N

You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t   s e v e n |  b l o o d

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 6k warnings: s m u t (18 +!!!!!) lets just say this gif is a teaser as to what takes place in this chapter. major blood kink in this chapter. period play?? lmao sorry about it.

There was a shift after that weekend at Billy’s cabin, and you knew he felt it too.

It was never really that casual between you and Billy, that much you knew, but there was something that changed when the two of you got back to Woodsboro. There was something to be said about being able to openly show affection to the person you loved, to hold them and kiss them in public and you’d gotten that treatment in that little lakeside town. You felt like Billy’s actual girlfriend, not his plaything, not the bitch who was backstabbing her own best friend for a fucking boy, you were it.

And while Billy had always said that you were his girl, you hadn’t truly felt like you were until now.

Which was precisely what made tonight so fucking awkward.

Not only had you been coerced into going to the movies with the gang but, unbeknownst to you, Sid had taken it upon herself to fix you up on a blind date with one of Randy’s annoying friends from the video store.

Why had you agreed to this? You were a cold, calculating bitch behind the scenes when it came to fucking your best friend boyfriend and yet saying ‘no thanks, I’m not up for it tonight’ was beyond you? Were you just plain stupid or a closet masochist that thrived on dicey situations?

Either way, you’d never wanted to throw yourself into oncoming traffic more than you did tonight because not only were you trapped into an uncomfortable blind date with a guy you were fairly sure was frothing at the mouth at the idea of getting you alone in the car after all of this was said and done but you just so happened to be seated directly next to Billy.

You were smack dab in the middle of hell. Between a man you were fucking, a man you were disgustingly in love with and had just spent a weekend away with and a man you’d just met today but couldn’t stop playing handsy on your lap whenever he thought the others weren’t looking.

But Billy was always looking.

You knew that better than anyone. He had this innate sense of finding you in a crowded room. You could feel the weight of his brown eyes on you nearly every second of the day, soaking you up, taking every inch of you in, no matter who was around and tonight, as your ‘date’ smacked on his popcorn all the while feeling your thigh up any chance he could, Billy’s dept stare was tuned in and you knew it.

This had to have been karma. Karma for going away and having a beautiful weekend away with the guy you loved so wholly. The one whose girlfriend was on the other side of him with her pretty head on his stupid shoulder as you suffered in silence at just how fucking laughable this entire situation was.

“See that actress?” Your date, Anthony, whispered into your hear. He smelled like movie theatre butter. You wanted to scream. “Have you seen any of her other stuff?”

You were watching The Crucible and the actress in question was Winona Ryder. Everyone and their left nut had seen Winona Ryder in at least a dozen movies. Frowning, you blinked across at the man and blinked. “Yeah. I’m familiar with her work.”

Focusing ahead on the movie, you tried your damnedest to focus on what was going on but when you felt his slithery palm slide up your thigh, you were this close to pouring your Coke on his lap. Why the fuck had you agreed to this?

Pushing the man’s hand away as subtly as you could to avoid any unwanted attention from your friends, you bit down on the side of your mouth and heaved a quiet sigh. You deserved this. This was your punishment.

“She’s hot.” Your lovely date quipped, squeezing the area of your thigh just above your knee. “In that goth-girl next door kind of way.”

Was he getting off to Winona Ryder all the while coming on to you? Was he picturing Winona as he squeezed your thigh? You truly didn’t want to find out. Once again, you pushed his hand away and, this time, crossed your legs and leaned into the arm rest you were sharing with Billy.

The move was subtle, and you were barely even touching Billy but you needed to create a distance between yourself and Butter Fingers if it was the last thing you did.

With a subtle nudge to your arm, Billy’s eyes flickered towards you as his brows furrowed in question. The muscle in his jaw was pulsing in his cheek, that you could see even in the darkness of the movie theatre, and there was murder in his eyes as he sized up the man just over your shoulder. It was as though you could feel his blood pressure spike just looking at the guy and, as you held your breath, silently pleading with him not to make a scene that would undoubtedly give the two of you up, those brown eyes slowly found yours.

There was anger in his eyes, a palpable rage, but it was the look of pure despondency in his stare that made your own heart break. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He wasn’t supposed to be holding hands with Sid and you weren’t meant to be dealing with the idiot to your right.

How it felt up at the cabin, the freedom of loving each other and holding each other and kissing each other in broad daylight was how it was supposed to be. How love was supposed to feel.

Not this.

You were both hiding in plain sight. Putting on a façade to your friends, to each other whilst in public, and it was in that moment, in the middle of a crowded theatre, looking at each other knowing there wasn’t a damn thing either of you could do about it, that you felt that pain so intensely that it was hard to breathe.

Tears burned behind your eyes and you hated yourself for it.

You weren’t going to cry. You refused to cry over a situation you were willingly putting yourself in. This entire thing could have been avoided had you had a stronger backbone here. You weren’t the victim in this scenario. That was Sid. Sid was the one completely getting fucked over in this situation, not you. You had no damn right to feel this shitty because you were doing it to yourself.

This was just the high of the weekend wearing off and reality settling in. Until circumstances changed, this was your norm.

Swallowing back your nerves, it was all you could do to give Billy a small, barely-there smile before focusing ahead on the movie.

“I’m going to grab us another Coke,” you heard Billy say to Sidney. “Anyone want anything?”

“More popcorn,” Stu waggled his empty bag. “Maybe some Milk Duds, man.”

“Candy.” Tatum mumbled, not taking her eyes off of the screen. “Surprise me, I don’t care what kind.”

Billy nodded and took Stu’s money before he gently nudged you. “You want anything?”

You opened your mouth to speak but was cut off but Anthony. “You mind keeping it down, buddy?” He popped another handful of popcorn in his mouth. “We’re at the movies, not here for snacks.”

It was as though Billy’s wrath was physical as his dark eyes scraped over Anthony’s face. His mouth was pulled into a thin, hard line as Anthony’s pompousness sank in. Why couldn’t it be Randy beside you? Why had that dipshit agreed to take this asshole’s shift in order for you to go on a blind date with him? This entire fiasco could have been avoided had it been Randy.

“Yeah, I could use a drink.” You slinked out of your seat. “I’ll help you carry everything back.”

You didn’t wait for Billy as you marched down the aisle but, as you walked down the stairs and out of the theatre, you weren’t at all surprised to see him broody and annoyed as he followed you out.

“If anyone should be looking like that, it’s me,” you groused, falling in to step beside him as you made your way to the snack bar. “I’m stuck on a date with that asshole.”

“Don’t get me started on that,” he grumbled, grabbing his wallet out of his back pocket. “I told Sid to leave well enough alone, but she insisted.”

You hummed and lined up at the concession. “Lucky me.”

Again, you felt his stare before you actually lulled your head to the side to face him. Intense, searching eyes sweeping over your features in both concern and possible envy. “One word,” he muttered, stepping closer towards you. Too close. Not because you didn’t want him that close but because you were in public. Sid and Tatum and Stu and fucking Anthony were a stone’s throw away. “One word from you, baby, and I’ll take you home. Fuck that guy.”

You glowered across at him as though he’d grown a second head. “While I appreciate the sentiment, shit for brains, we’re in public right now. Your girlfriend could walk out any second and see or hear you.”

He seemed to mull over your words for a second but didn’t bother moving away from you. “Maybe I don’t care.”

“You do,” you rhymed off, shuffling closer to the front of the snack bar.

He ignored that. “Also, you’re my girlfriend. Stop calling her that.”

This was not a conversation the two of you should have been having in the middle of a fucking movie theatre. Looking across at him, you raised your brows and blew out a puff of air through your lips. Trying to keep up with Billy’s rationale of staying with Sid to ensure he doesn’t hurt her any further after her mother’s death all the while being with you was giving you whiplash. You knew he loved you and, begrudgingly, you loved him right back. And, a part of you knew, that he was struggling with being back in the real world just as much as you were since coming home from the cabin.

But this was not how he should have been handling it. Not out in the open like this. Especially while you were on a triple date with your friends in a theatre down the hall.

“Billy,” you muttered quietly, ensuring no one was listening in, “please let’s talk about this later. Not here. Not now. Let’s just get the fucking concessions and go, okay?”

He licked his lips and you watched his brown eyes flitter down your face before briefly looking at your own lips. He wanted to kiss you and fuck, did you want to be kissed by him.

But that wasn’t the deal.

So, instead, you watched as he took a hesitant step away from you before nodding his head once. “Yeah, okay,” he agreed, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at his shoes. “Tonight.”

“Sure,” you smirked, “I mean, if I’m not with Anthony, that is.” You almost laughed at how wide his eyes got as you uttered those words. But, when he saw the playfulness in your stare, he visibly relaxed and rolled his eyes as you continued. “The way he’s been mowing down on his popcorn all night has me wet as hell, so I might be busy with him later.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled with a shake of his head. Then, he turned to you and gave you a crooked smile. One that almost made this horrific ordeal worth it. “You’re a real bitch when you want to be, you know that?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, nudging him with your elbow. “I’ve been told.”

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True to his word, Billy slipped in through your unlocked window a little after midnight that evening with a bag of stale licorice and a drink he’d swiped from the gas station on the way over to your house.

“We didn’t get our movie date.” Was his explanation as he popped The Lost Boys into your VCR and all but hopped in bed beside you. When you’d remained standing by your dresser, eyeing him with both curiosity and sheer happiness radiating off of your face, all you got was a confused look out of Billy before he patted your mattress. “You going to get that ass over here or what?”

So, naturally, you’d joined him.

And it took all of thirty-two minutes of watching the film for the two of you to end up pawing at one another as the tension of the day slowly peeled off of you with every layer of clothing the two of you tore off one another.

In no time, you were both stark naked on your bed as The Lost Boys played on without an audience. All Billy cared about watching was you. Watching you writhe and moan. He could watch you do just about anything, but it was that dreamy look you got on your face whenever he touched you that he had imprinted into his skull. It didn’t even have to be sexual. You just had a certain look whenever the two of you connected, one that he felt but managed to keep stowed away inside of him, but one you expressed. It was happiness.

Pure, unadulterated, bliss.

He knew you. Knew your body in and out, knew how to get you to come undone, knew what made you tick, what made you squirm.

You were muscle memory to him, at this point.

He knew you better than he knew himself.

Which is why, when you subtly stopped him from slipping his fingers inside of you, that Billy’s focus went to your ass. The only time you pushed his hand away after he’d spent minutes sucking and biting and focusing on those perfect tits, was when you were on your period.

So, he didn’t push it.

The two of you had fucked a few times whilst you were on it but you were deadest on limiting that to the lighter days. The very beginning or the end. Never in the middle. But god, did he want to experience the middle days.

You were so fucking horny when you were on your period and why you thought he’d give a shit about how much blood came out of you as the two of you fucked was beyond him.

So, he’d focus on your ass. Something that drove you to the brink of insanity and something that made him harder than anything.

But tonight, it wasn’t enough.

He needed all of you.

Ever since the cabin, he’d needed more of you in his life. It had become nearly impossible for him to show any iota of affection for Sid now that he’d had a taste of what life felt like with you at his side. You were his Final Girl. His everything, if he was being completely honest. And, while he knew he couldn’t open himself up to you to that extent, not yet, he needed you to feel that raging darkness inside of him. Not too much of it, but just enough to gauge your reaction.

If you could handle a shred of it, maybe he could share more of himself with you.

The darker parts.

His hands stilled as they trailed down your body and, as he hovered over you, he bit his lip and slowly drew tiny circles into your hips. “You’re on your period, right?”

You nodded, your lips swollen from the amount of kissing having gone on since popping the movie in. “Yeah, but it’s not a light day.”

He nodded in understanding as he bit his lip. “You think we could try it, anyway?”

Your eyebrows raised in mild amusement. “By not a light day, I mean its kind of heavy, Billy. It’d look like a crime scene in here.”

Billy made sure to keep his face stoic, but the idea of the two of you fucking whilst covered in blood was nearly enough to make him come on the spot.

“Aren’t you curious?” He asked, dipping his head down to lick your painfully hard nipple. “It’s got to feel so fucking good, right?”

You ran your fingers through his hair and sighed in contentment when he began to suck your tit again. “It’s messy, though.”

“Lucky for you,” he released your nipple and kissed the sensitive flesh of your breast. “I like messy.”

Your head flopped back against the pillow as you thought over his request. I did feel good, but did you want Billy to have to witness you cleaning up a fucking homicide scene once he was through with you?

Blowing out a quiet raspberry, you eyed him with mock suspicion before he gave you those goddamn puppy dog eyes. “Ugh,” you groaned with a laugh, “fine. Let me take this fucking tampon out and I’ll grab a towel to put underneath me because it is heavy, and you will be grossed out.”

Billy’s cock twitched as he watched you roll out of bed before disappearing in the bathroom. Within a few moments, he heard the toilet flush and the sink run before you re-emerged with a towel in hand.

He could watch you parade around like that all day. Naked, eyes hooded from desire, nipples and lips red from where his mouth had staked its claim.

You were perfect.

A vision.

You were fucking everything.

“I’ve been wanting to try this with you for a while.” He admitted, watching you carefully roll the towel onto the bed before perching your ass directly on top of it so as to avoid any potential leakage onto your sheets.

“I wish I could say I was shocked.” You teased, laying back down. Spreading your legs, he watched you slip a finger through your folds to tease your clit.  

He swallowed as he watched you finger yourself. But then your words sank in and a panic settled in his chest as he swept his eyes up your body to meet your amused stare. “What’s that mean?”

You shrugged so casually as you continued the tirade on your own pussy. “All the scary movies we watch and stuff. You get hard as a rock if there’s a scene with a pretty girl and some blood.”

Billy froze. This was only supposed to be a peek inside of his darkness, not a full-blown window. But you didn’t seem all too fazed by it either, which confused him endlessly.

Rather than deny it, Billy hesitantly reached for your cunt to replace your fingers with his own. He didn’t delve inside of your pussy just yet, just circled your clit the way you’d been doing seconds prior. “And that doesn’t bother you?” He whispered, placing a kiss to the side of your neck.

“Nah,” you hummed, “we’ve all got our kinks, I guess.”

You released a quiet moan as he pinched your clit, but his eyes never left your face. He knew you were talking about blood in respect to the movies, but your casual tone still caught him off guard. There was no shame in it, no doubt. Just an honest to god shrug as he circled your clit with his middle finger.

Testing the waters, Billy slipped his fingers down your pussy so that his thumb coaxed your clit as he slipped two fingers inside of you. At first, it simply felt like you were soaked on account of all of the teasing and, maybe you were, but as he glanced down at the base of his fingers as he pulled them out of you, Billy nearly moaned.

Blood.

Your blood.

All over his fingers, pooling along the top of his palm.

Billy was fascinated. This wasn’t the first time he’d felt blood between his fingers, but not like this. When he’d killed Maureen Prescott, there was so much fucking blood that he’d been sick afterwards. He hadn’t expected that level of destruction but, after puking a few blocks away, he didn’t exactly shy away from it. He thought about it often, thought of the carnage that had surrounded him once he’d finished with Sidney’s mother, thought of the way the blood felt between his fingers, splayed and smattered across every inch of his body.

But this was euphoric.

Because he didn’t have to hurt anybody to feel that warmth on his palm. In fact, as he slowly slipped his fingers inside of your hot cunt, he was doing anything but. You were gyrating into his hand, unknowingly spreading your blood further and it was killing him. He was so fucking hard, too fucking hard, but he didn’t want to rush a damned thing.

He’d thought about this far too often for it to be over so soon.

“Fuck,” he whispered, slipping his hand out of your pussy just long enough to slowly spread your blood down your inner thigh. It left a fine red trail that he had every intention of lapping up in a few seconds if you were to allow it. “You feel so good, baby.”

He’d half expected you to make a comment about making a bigger mess than what your piddly little towel would allow but, as he slowly found your hooded eyes through the dim light of your bedroom, only hunger marred your pretty face.

Desire.

Intrigue.

Leaning in, Billy placed a small kiss to the apple of your cheek as his fingers continued to fuck you. “Does this feel good?”

“So good,” you rasped out, leaning your forehead against his as you bit your lip to swallow back a moan. Between your arousal and the blood, the natural lubrication that coated your pussy as he slowly pumped his fingers inside of you all the while rubbing your clit was killing you. “So fucking good, Billy.”

He smirked and quickened his pace on your clit just enough to drive you to madness as he bit down on your earlobe. His breath was hot against your cheek. “I want to taste you tonight.”

Though the promise of his tongue replacing his thumb enticed you, the fact that you were on day two and a half of your period was not a good plan. So why were you intrigued? A part of you wanted to see if he’d put his money where his mouth was but a much larger part of you wanted to see how feral Billy could get where you were concerned.

Torn, you pulled back and searched his eyes. “It’s going to be…messy, Billy.”

His dark chuckle was velvet against your skin. “I already told you,” he curled his fingers inside of you and admired the way your entire body twitched. “I like messy.”

He began to kiss his way down your body. You tried not to get lost in the feeling of his tongue swirling across every inch of your skin on his way down or the way his teeth nipped and bit at your stomach and hips as he positioned himself between your thighs. But mainly, you tried not to focus on how fucking bloody it was between your thighs because you knew that Billy wouldn’t be down there long on account of it.

“You don’t have to do this tonight, Billy,” you tried to reason, chest heaving in anticipation as he settled between your legs.

Something flashed across his face as he held your stare. For a second, you were almost sure he was going to back out and leave well enough alone, but then you watched as the bastard leaned into your pussy and raked his tongue from the base of your pussy right up to your bloodied mound.

He held your stare the entire time.

“I want you like this,” he assured you, yanking you further down the bed so that you were right at the edge. His voice was hoarse and breathy and as you chanced a look down at him through a pair of hooded, drowsy eyes, you watched him pump his cock with his free hand as he licked his lips. “I love you like this.”

You opened your mouth to respond but the words died in your throat when he buried his face between your thighs. You gasped at the contact but didn’t shy away from his touch for a single second as he slowly lapped at your core. With the one hand still gripping your hips, holding you firmly against his tongue, you knew there would be bruises where his fingers carved into your flesh, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He was desperate to get you closer into his face and you were desperate to feel that perfect fucking tongue on your pussy.

It was as though he’d been possessed in those few moments. Billy couldn’t get enough of you on a good day but tasting you like this was enough to make Billy wild. Your pussy, the blood mixed with your slick, tasted so fucking good on his tongue. Burying his face further into your folds, he nuzzled at your clit and, now forgetting about his own pulsing cock, pulled you even closer.

Throwing your legs over his shoulders, Billy moaned into your pussy and bit down on your clit just enough to entice a moan that was probably a little too loud for your parents being home. But, he didn’t care. He refused to care in that instance.

All he wanted, all he cared about, was tasting as much of you as humanly possible before making you come on his tongue.

His name tore out of your throat as you gripped his hair between your fingers and pulled. You were being rougher than normal, and he fucking loved it. You were pulling on his hair and bucking into his mouth with such hunger that he could barely breathe but fuck he didn’t care. If this was how he was taken out, so be it.

“Baby,” you whined, voice low. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

Your grip on his hair was vice-like as the veins in your neck swelled. With wild, laboured breaths, you found yourself bucking into his mouth as a white-hot orgasm rippled through your entire body. You moaned and groaned and cursed into the bed, but Billy’s mouth was relentless.

It wasn’t until he was absolutely sure you couldn’t take another second of torture, that he pulled away and allowed you to collapse back onto the bed. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were parted as you attempted to catch your breath. With a quiet chuckle, he kissed his way up your body, grinning against your skin as your legs continued to twitch.

He could feel your blood all over his chin and nose and as he licked it off, using his fingers to swipe at the areas his tongue couldn’t quite reach, Billy was coasting on a high that only you could provide.

“Oh, god,” you buried your face into the pillow with a quiet laugh as you moved to get off the bed. “Hang on, I’ll grab you a towel for your face.”

“No,” Billy shook his head and grabbed for your wrist. “I want to see it.”

You blinked and scraped your eyes along his bloodied face. Your nipples were still rock hard and your cunt was still pulsing on account of his tongue, but it was the look of pure ecstasy on his face that made you clench.

He was being serious.

“Come with me,” he hummed, slipping off of the bed to head towards the small bathroom attached to your room. His fingers threaded through yours as you both walked across your bedroom before flicking the light on.

The vision that he was met with made his cock twitch.

Your blood coated almost everything from his nose down his chin and as you stood beside him, looking at him through the mirror, still fully naked and still housing bloody handprints left behind from his busy hands coating the lower half of your body, Billy had never wanted to bury himself inside of you any more than he did right then and there.

He found your curious stare through the mirror. Your pretty eyes swept over the mess of blood left behind on account of you and as you turned to face him, he found himself hypnotized as you reached out to sweep his hair back and away from his forehead.

“Blood suits you,” you teased with a small smile. “Horrifically enough.”

He said nothing as those brown eyes soaked you in but as he stepped into you, cornering you against the sink counter, the look on his face said everything. He didn’t kiss you though. He seemed to hesitate, as though gauging if you’d kiss him whilst covered in your own menstrual blood. “Is this okay?”

“I don’t know.” You admitted almost sheepishly.

He nuzzled your neck and slipped his knee between your thighs to allow himself better access to your pussy. With his hand wrapped securely around his cock, he slipped the head of his dick along your folds and swallowed hard as he watched your blood coat the head of it. “Fuck,” he whispered as his forehead fell against your own. “You’re going to make me come before I’m even inside of you.”

You were watching his face as he once again slipped the head of his cock through your folds so it teased your clit. His eyes were so dark and there was so much desire in those warm eyes that it almost caught you off guard.

“You’re really into this,” you remarked quietly. When his eyes found yours, you could see blind panic cross over his face as he instinctually took a step away from you. You stopped him before he could think of stopping himself. “Hey,” you cooed, reaching out for his face. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing, relax.”

You felt the tension in his shoulders disperse as you played with the curls at the nape of his neck. “You’re too good for me,” he muttered, cradling your face. “You know that?”

“Oh, yeah,” you goaded with a smile. “I know.”

He barked out a quiet laugh and ground his hips into yours. “A smartass, too.”

You hummed as his hands slid down your body to hold you against the counter. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Anything.” Billy nipped at your neck.

You leaned back to allow him full access to your neck. “How did I taste?” Your words seemed to make him still as he slowly pulled back to search your eyes. “With the blood. How did it taste?”

The look on Billy’s face was primal as his grip on your hips tightened. Leaning in, he nudged your nose so that your lips were perfectly aligned with his. “Kiss me and find out.”

You weren’t sure at first, but as he closed the distance between you, you found yourself leaning into the kiss both curious and slightly mortified by the taste of your blood on his lips. It was strange and you weren’t sure if you liked it at first, if you were being honest. It was coppery and a little sticky and yet as he walked the two of you out of the bathroom and back towards your bed, you found yourself hungry for more.

With your fingers tangled through his hair you gave it a tug, garnering a low growl that rumbled in his throat as he continued on with the bruising kiss. When the back of his knees hit your bed, the two of you fell into a jumbled mess on your mattress, never once breaking for air as your tongues battled for dominance.

Expertly, knowing the way your body moved better than anyone, Billy moved you in such a way that he was sitting up in the middle of your bed as you straddled his lap. And as you lowered yourself onto his pulsing cock, the gruff low moan that tore out of his lips was enough to kill you.

His large hands splayed out across your back, guiding you further into his hungry mouth as your bleeding cunt teased him beyond belief. You were so wet and with every twist of your hips and every gentle moan, he was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on anything else besides just how fucking good you felt.

Digging your nails into his shoulders, blood slowly pooled in the wake of your crescent moon shaped nail markings. He hissed at the sensation and squeezed your tits rather roughly as he tried to stop himself from coming right then and there.

But then you lowered your lips onto his shoulders and he felt your hot tongue trace over every last cut and he almost lost it. There you were, with dried blood all over your chin and parts of your cheeks from having kissed him after going down on you, licking the blood that gathered along his shoulders.

He was in a state of euphoria.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He pushed out, revelling in the feel of how warm and wet your pussy felt.

Rather than say a word, all you did was bite down on the reddened area of his shoulder as you quickened your pace on his dick.

Drawing more blood.

Licking up more of his blood.

Something in him snapped to life in that instance. An almost ancient need bubbled to the surface as he held you there against him. Your tits bounced as you writhed on top of him and as he began to meet you halfway with violent, earth shattering thrusts, the outside world ceased to exist.

The sound of his balls hitting your sopping pussy combined with the sound of your wetness, both slick and blood, squelching all around the two of you was all that surrounded you as you whined out his name. You could barely breathe as he pounded into you, barely function.

“Billy, fuck, I—”

His mouth buried your words with another hungry kiss. You were both breathless and desperate to be as close to the other as humanly possible as you sat on your bed, fucking each other raw. His tongue slid along your bottom lip, gently tugging at it as his forehead fell against your own.

There was a shift after the cabin that you’d both felt inside of you, but there was a shift in the air tonight, as well. An unspoken trust, of sorts, that went beyond anything the two of you were prepared for.  

His hips bucked into yours one final time before he came undone inside of you. A flood of warmth settled in your belly as he came and as his thumb continued to circle your clit, rubbing and pinching at it every step of the way, you soon followed suit.

With one last shaky pump, Billy held you there as he slowly pulled out of you. He kissed your lips, your cheek, down your neck, and along your shoulder before his eyes found yours once again.

His thumb skirted across the apple of your cheek. “You’re my girl,” he whispered, revelling in just how fucking gorgeous you looked in that instance. “You know that?”

“I do,” you affirmed, kissing him softly. “You’re helping me clean my fucking bedsheets in the morning,” you muttered, “do you know that?”

Despite everything, Billy found himself smiling across at you before glancing down at the bloody mess of your sheets. “Yeah,” he chuckled, “I do.”

“Good,” you gently smacked his cheek and crawled off of your bed towards the bathroom.

“Where you going?” He asked, watching your naked body pad out of the room.

“Shower,” you merely said before popping your head around the corner. “Care to join me?”

Billy was at your side within the blink of an eye.

hehehehehehehe let me know if yall like it 

[tteokdoroki]

countdown | k.bakugou + e.kirishima.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou, eijirou kirishima  x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 6.1K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: college!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: with the new year finally approching, your boyfriends figure out the perfect way to start the countdown.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to twenties ), drinking, mentions of alcohol, poly!kiribaku, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it y’all ), oral sex ( female recieving ), fingering, choking, dumbification, degredation, double penetration, daddy!kink, master!kink, creampie, cumplay. guys it’s a lot idk what to tell you brrrrr. 

♡ author’s note(s):  um this is like 8 days late but happy new years y’all, first fic of 2021 and it is a Wild one !! this kinda goes with along with my christmas deku fic, you don’t have to read it but it gives some context!! thank for all your love and support, stay safe babies <33

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“don’t look so nervous, shitty girl.”

your gaze flicks up  and to the left of the rim of your tainted red solo cup, a pretty mauve stain coating the outer edge.  you can see bakugou moving in your peripheral vision, slender body resting against the counter in the kitchen you’ve hidden yourself away in— outside a new years party bustles away, so full of life that you’ve struggled to become a part of.  it was supposed to be a small gathering, a few of your boyfriends’ mates were getting together to see off the awful year after finals and tears and mishaps.

you were excited, you’d spent some time with the group before and were stoked to get to know them a bit better— but the idea had quickly been scrapped when kirishima’s roommate turned the tiny event into a full blown goodbye bash. so now your social anxiety was through the roof and you could hardly think about enjoying yourself.

downing the rest of your... well whatever the hell it is...you shift to face the blonde with a slight scowl.  “i’m not nervous, katsuki.” you half growl in an attempt to keep the explosive blonde away, but crimson eyes with mischievously sparkling irises only roll once, your lover can read you like an open book— and for that you hate him... but only just.

“yeah?” katsuki hums, turning to corner you against the worktop. forgoing your empty cup, your free hands instantly settle themselves on your boyfriend’s hips— the material of his black skinny jeans rough against your palms, sneakily to thread fingers through his belt loops to tug him closer and barely feel flustered by the half lidded gaze bakugou gives you. “if you’re not s’nervous, then why the fuck are you hidden away in here?”

it’s your turn to send your eyes rolling, to which katsuki catches and gives you a gentle nip to the cheek. “i’m not hiding either, i came in here to get a drink for kiri— hey! don’t look at me like that.” the rest of your words fall flat in a whine you don’t mean to set free, bakugou grinning like a maniac above you. his eyes sparkle at the hint of your lie as if he can see right through you, which again... you hate. out of the two of your boyfriends; the blonde was able to pick up on your behaviours slightly faster than kirishima— you put it down the quick reflexes and his complex for wanting to be first at everything but that didn’t make him any less annoying.

in response, bakugou bites down a little harder on your fleshy cheek, pulling you closer by the waist so that your legs wrap around him from over the counter. “a drink that kiri already has, baby? stop lyin’, you loser,” he mumbles into your skin, making you huff. “talk to me.”

“fuck you, but fine...” whining again and with a slight buzz of alcohol to your veins you tilt your head before bakugou can affectionately chomp onto your cheek again and attempt to steal a small peck from him. your love only denies you of this pleasure, at least until you tell him the truth. “okay, okay. i’m in here hiding ‘cause there’s too many people and i’m afraid i’ll be too nervous to talk to your friends.”

“‘m feeling burnt out katsu, there’s so many more people here than i expected and i’m worried that your friends might not like me s’much anymore...”

bakugou smirks, running his tongue over the top row of his pearly whites and you cross your arms in defeat.  “you’re so fuckin’ stupid, yn.”

“fuck you! right up your stupid little ass—“

your blonde boyfriend raises a brow which silences you quickly and makes you wriggle in annoyance. “you’re stupid ‘cause our friends aren’t gonna stop liking you for gettin’ shy— there’s a lotta people out there that aren’t exactly kiri or i.” you perk up at the mention of your latter partner which makes katsuki smile and release you. “just relax. they love you, we love you...let’s just say goodbye to this fuckin’ shitty year, okay?”

you nod and watch as the male moves away from you to fix you both another set of drinks while you adjust yourself to go back into the outside world. the kitchen stays quiet compared to the bass blasted music that echoes throughout the dorm halls, giving you time to grasp at feelings of anxiety and attempt to soothe them— you promise yourself to leave all of the negative feelings behind and focus on making happy memories with your friends. bakugou breaks you from your thoughts and hands you another cup filled with a drink you recognise to be your favourite, he doesn’t speak however and leans back against the worktop to drink his own beverage.

you’ve always liked that he gives you room to think and make a note to show your appreciation later on. your boy’s love language was always through actions and hardly ever words.

but your bubble of sweet silence is soon burst when one of your partner’s friends darts into the kitchen, a look of excitement dancing brightly across pink lined features. her amber eyes land  on you first and swiftly find bakugou after causing a smile to break out against her features. “ohmygod finally, i was wondering where you guys got to! come on, the countdown’s about to start!” you quickly place her name to be mina, remembering her voice from the last time you’d met and offer her a sweet smile in return as her hand reaches out for yours. you take it.

bakugou tsks; clearly irritated but pushes himself off of the counter and follows behind you motherless, mina dragging you in the direction of the living room. somehow she effortlessly weaves you through sweaty bodies of students from the floors below and practically tosses you to the sharks that can be named as your boyfriends’ pals. luckily, your katsuki is right behind you to steady your hips while mina flops onto a couch with the others.

“there they are! two thirds of our favourite lovebirds...” someone to the right of you speaks up; you recognise her to be the roommate you’d walked in on when visiting bakugou’s place before christmas and relax a little. the girl was nice, affectionate and ever so sweet with you the first time you’d met. she curls up in the lap of another guy with green chair, who you presume is the ‘shitku’ or ‘deku’ your lovers had told you about, respectively.

speaking of, katsuki makes himself comfortable next to kirishima on his old loveseat from your hometown— you’d played rock paper scissors with him to keep it, but lost. you couldn’t complain though, the red heard rewarding you with a flurry of kisses in place of the old battered chair.

but with no room and the gang already taking up most of the couch, eijirou pulls you to sit on his thighs and wraps his arms around your middle before pressing a kiss atop your head. “missed you, where’d you go?” he pouts into your neck and fiddles with the frayed ends of your skirt, his free hand grasping at the drink he had.

“i was—“

“she was hidin’ in the kitchen; pretending to fix somethin’.” katsuki cuts you off, earning himself a glare from you and amused chuckles from others ( having pulled their attention away from the countdown on the television ). he attempts to snuggle closer to you both afterwards, making your red headed boy kiss his cheek. you could tell that your explosive boyfriend was feeling a little left out, he’d always doubted himself in the relationship the three of you had ever since he’d found out kirishima had you; his lover back in his hometown,  before college. but you’d loved kiri and couldn’t make him choose between the two people he needed most in his life, so despite the tears and drama...you’d learned to love bakugou as well.

you reach over to squeeze his hand but don’t miss the twitch of his lips into a smile while he watches the live countdown on tv.

kaminari; the blonde who sits at your feet pipes up next— cheeks red from the alcohol he nurses. “why were you hiding, doll?” he hiccups, earning himself a kick to he back from both bakugou and kirishima. “ouchies...”

“she probably wanted to get away from your annoying ass...” sero quips from across the group, where mina lazily toys with his jet black hair; causing bakugou’s roommate to snort and spew her drink in izuku’s face. as far as you were aware, the pair were living together in their apartment off campus and weren’t dating, but might as well have been. katsuki had told you sero was a coward but seeing them now made you think it was cute.

“fuck you, that’s mean!”

“ah, but kaminari my dear friend, it is true...”

a boy with dual eyes chuckles, himself and another figure join the latter male on the ground, hair ruffled and clothes clearly out of place. the girl blinks up at you with a sweet grin before turning to chat with the other girls while eiji fist bumps the male. you remember them as momo and todoroki respectively. bakugou’s roommate checks her watch quickly, a faux frown playing at her lips. “and you guys are done with fourty minutes to spare before new years , a new record...quite frankly, i’m impressed!”

it’s your turn to frown as the newbies blush and attempt to hide their faces. the rest of the group seem amused, sero and denki smirking between themselves, your boyfriends and izuku hiding embarrassed faces while the girls giggle and tease. you can’t help the next words.

“what were they doing?” you whisper innocently and mostly to yourself, unable to focus on the feeling of katsuki pressing kisses to your linked hands to avoid adding to the conversation. however; all eyes teeter over to you, making you freeze up and shuffle nervously in kirishima’s lap.

“fucking in the closet by the front door, they do it every year.” mina teases, causing your face to heat up while momo swats at the pink girl. “nasty right, yn?”

“quit it mina, you’re making her shy!”

you swallow hard and nod shakily, and swear you can almost feel the quiet groan that erupts from katsuki’s chest. “right...”

the group is clearly a little tipsy and you’re not quite drunk enough to feel eat ease with the antics of your lovers’ friends; but one thing lead to another and the topic of conversation lands on you. “maybe yn will get a little new years treat too—“ midoriya slurs somewhere off, by now he and his girlfriend alone have downed a bottle of vodka and cutely make out from time to time. and yet, your boyfriends both have different ideas, the hot headed blonde preparing to launch himself at izuku while the manly red head blushes a shade so deep it could rival his dyed hair.

“what’d you say, shitty nerd?”

it all happens way too fast and you can barely register bakugou’s sudden movement before it’s too late— his elbow jolts as he attempts to kill his best friend’s lover, resulting in eijirou’s drink being knocked clean out of his hand and all over your cute little shirt. you squeal and shudder as the cold liquid seeps right through the thin material, exposing your chest to partygoers and friends alike who cheer as the countdown locks onto thirty minutes until the new year.

kirishima jumps up right after you, shielding your exposed chest from his friends ( mostly denki ) who refuse to look away and leads you up to his room to change while bakugou barks out expletives at deku.

after all it was his fault that your cute tits were out on new years eve.

“what if she’s mad at us kiri? she was already feeling anxious about being here tonight and now—“

“she won’t bakubabe, she loves us and she’ll know it was just an accident, you were defending her honour after all...”

you choose this moment to push open the bathroom door of kirishima’s en-suite, having wiped away most of the beverage that had made your tummy sticky. luckily your skirt had survived his awful choice of rum and cola but at least you smelled nice. two sets of red eyes cast their gaze upon your form, naked apart from the cute pink bra that cups your breasts and tiny skater skirt that sits above your plush thighs.

the boys can already feel their mouths drying at the sight of you have exposed under the yellowing light of kirishima’s dorm room. your skin still shines with the reminders of alcohol as you make your way over to them on the bed, sitting between them with the aforementioned red head’s shirt in your hands.

instantly they shift closer towards you, absorbing your warmth as their fingertips graze your skin. “i told you guys i was fine, i know it was an accident.” you murmur softly, taking both of their hands into yours. “besides, i needed to get out of there for a bit, your friends are—“

“loud?” kirishima offers, kissing your knuckles.

“annoying?” this time it’s bakugou who speaks, shoving his face into your neck to hide from you, still apologetic. his soft blonde hair tickles your neck and you can’t help but giggle gently into the air. “you liked that.”

shaking your head, you pinch at his side and tug eijirou close enough for him to lean his head atop yours. “—they’re a lot, a lot to handle... i just need a little time to calm down before we head back out there.” briefly letting go of your boyfriends’ hands, you reach for the red band t-shirt sitting in your lap in order to shrug it on, but your red headed lover quickly stops you.

“i could think of a few ways to calm you down angel,” he mumbles lowly, so much so that you feel the sound ripple in kirishima’s chest but you’re too distracted by the sudden feeling of katsuki sucking gentle marks into the column of your throat. “we still have a bit of time before we hit midnight on the countdown, right bakugou?”

the hot headed boy only looks up briefly from your bruised and bitten skin, a devilish smirk crossing his lips while the boys work together to push you back onto the sheets. “damn right ei, say we got about twenty minutes to take her mind off things,” your body tingles at the way the talk about you as if you’re not even there, heat beginning to brew in the pits of your tummy. “so, keep the shirt off, won’t you baby?”

you release the offending material as if it’s burnt your palms, thighs spreading instinctively as kirishima’s hand wanders between them to smooth your soft flesh. “yes..., yes katsuki...”

“that’s not what we say, is it babe?” kiri scolds, slapping your inner thigh while bakugou leaves a trail of sloppy kisses that stop just atop your breasts.

“...i mean...yes, sir.”

“atta fuckin’ girl.”

your breath hitches at the feeling of katsuki’s finger tips wrapping around the base of your throat, his touch is delicate and compares starkly with the roughness of his skin— calloused from hard work and use of his quirk. eyes roll to the back of your head at that very thought, the idea that your lover could hurt you in the most delicious of ways using his explosive nature but you have little time to dwell on the fantasy as your other boyfriend moved to hover above your face, ruby red hair tickling at your forehead while he slots his lips against your parted ones.

kirishima’s lips are soft and bitter with the taste of rum clinging to every ridge and imperfection in the skin there so you reach up and weave your fingers through dyed locks in order to bring him closer. meanwhile, bakugou makes quick work of your laced bra— tearing it down to expose your nipples to the cool air they harden under. his hot mouth encapsulates the bud, rolling it between rows of sharp edged teeth in away that has your back arching for more. the blonde ravishes your chest teeth and tongue, while his freehand works on groping your other breast— both of the fleshy mounds being shown equal amounts of attention in different ways, making you whimper wetly against kiri’s mouth.

saliva pools on your tongue, collecting between you and your lover while his own explores the cavern of your hot mouth. the pair of you watch one another with hooded eyes as kirishima pulls away, nothing but a string on your drool connecting you. you swear that every nerve in your body lights up at once just at the sight. “katsuki, you should see yn’s little face right now,” he breathes weightily against your raw lips, hand coming up the squish your cheeks together almost painfully. “we’ve barley even touched her and she’s already looking so fucking fucked out.”

“eiji...sir, please...” you gargle at the mocking lilt to kirishima’s voice and let your hand slip from his hair to cup his wrist as he pinches at your cheeks once more.

but this time, katsuki is the one who speaks to you— vermillion eyes clouded with dark lust when he looks up at you. he’d long moved past his brutal assault on your chest, already leaving a mass of sloppy kisses and bite marks down your abdomen until now, where his head was buried right underneath your little skirt. “the fuck you begging for, slut?” the blonde sneers at you so harshly that pathetic tears begin to pool in your eyes. eijirou is quick to wipe them away before they can hit your heated cheeks but you can tell from the look on his face he’s even more turned on by the sight. “well? i asked you a question.”

“she’s crying, katsuki.”

“don’t give a fuck if she cries or not, i’ll give her a real reason to in a minute.” and katsuki bakugou always lives up to his threats, shuffling back under your skirt to press his tongue flat against your soaked panties. he groans into the material, sending vibrations straight up to your clit before he pulls the sticky material away  from your heat. “god...kiri, she’s s’fuckin’ wet. here.” you writhe against the sheets, jolting as bakugou guides your partner’s free hand to your gummy cunt.

his thick digits press into your sensitive nub and gather your slick between their fingertips, both boys watch in awe and hunger as more of the viscous nectar seeps out of you at their actions. “you’re right, she’s soaked, aren’t you baby?”

you can only nod weakly before the boys pounce, kirishima sucking his fingers clean before they go right back to drawing shapes on your puffy clit. bakugou wastes no time either, pinning you down to the bed with on arm as he slides his pink tongue up you the length of your glistening slit. the two of your lovers work together to make a mess of you, between the blonde slurping at your lower lips likes it his last mean and the red head circling your pleasure button over and over— you have no room to breathe.

all you can do is take what you’re given, throwing your head back as your  high pitched moans mingle with the steady beat of the music out in the hall. your pushy gushes around katsuki’s tongue as he forces it deeper into your tightness, committing each ridge to memory and dirtying his face with more of your juices. eijirou alternates the pressure of his fingers from time to time, grinning brightly every time your face twitches with need or with pleasure. your boys are so good to you, even when they’re in control of your body they always make sure you’re feeling good. getting you off, gets them off.

the waves of ecstasy are rolling off your sweat licked skin, the heat of two bodies pressed against you sending the temperature of your own off of the charts, arching perfectly every time katsuki nips at your pulsing pussy just right or eijirou pinches your clit between finger and thumb. you can’t help but leak all over the place, sure that there’s a dark patch on your innocent little skirt, but it’s worth it for the way your boys make you feel, for they tongue laps over your hard pleasure button even with fingers drawing every shape under the sun on it.

you gasp for air as the knot in your stomach twists and the fire of passion burns a brighter shade in your lower tummy, you sit right on the fence of earth shattering pleasure when both boys rip themselves away from you. “w-why’d...why’d you stop?” you wail, tears threatening to spill once more as your high slips away from your grasp.

you make an attempt to rut your hips into bakugou’s face that sits merely inches away from your sopping cunt, but he only smacks your thigh and cuts his eyes. “we’re checking the time, seeing how long we have left to make you feel good, so quit your fuckin’ cryin, okay?”

sniffling and bucking your hips into the air, you agree silently— only comforted by kirishima when he returns from his phone to cup your cheeks again, pressing kisses to your heated face. he slides his fingers that had been dirtied past your lips in a silent command to suck them clean too. “only twelve minutes left until the new year baby, can you cum, before then?” the red head coos you softly, but you don’t have the chance to respond, for bakugou latches right onto your pussy again, tongue thrusting in and out of your fluttering hole and sliding over your puffy clit.

kirishima hums against your neck while you choke and heave, his lips dancing across the base to add lovebites much harsher than your other lover between your shaky legs. your body calls for release as you tangle your fingers in a forest of blonde, causing your boyfriend to groan and hook his arms around your thighs— sucking, biting and ravishing your poor little entrance at an animalistic pace.

you jerk as the same feeling from earlier begins to unwind in your tummy, hips rolling violently against katsuki’s face. “gonna, mmmph....gonna—“

“what baby? what are you gonna do? be a good girl and tell daddy so he can help you...” eijirou coaxes the whines out of you, nosing up your bruised and bitten skin to trace over your wide parted lips. his own hand moves to join yours in your boyfriend’s hair, pushing his head further into your embarrassingly desperate cunt— lewd and wet sounds filling the air while katsuki growls at the slightly painful feeling.

“cum! gonna cum!” stars start to appear behind your eyes, splashes of colour dancing along your vision much like the people outside your room as you squeal and the knot in your stomach finally unravels with your release. the more explosive one out of your pair of lovers gulps down every drop of your sweet, honeyed release as the after shocks of your orgasm dash through your veins.

you watch with hooded eyes as bakugou leans up from between your slick thighs to share the taste of you in a kiss with kirishima, their tongues slide together in the filthy exchange, riling one another up while their hands slip under their shirts that have suddenly become to tight. stripping the offending garments, both of your boys return to you in your blissed out state, eyes wide with a carnal desire to take you again. “you did so well, naughty little thing,” bakugou hums, voice raspy as he pulls you into his chest. his caramel skin is almost too hot to the touch but it’s all you can focus on while you lose the feeling of eijirou to your left. the sound of a belt clinking further off is faint, but you pay it no heed as the blonde before you lays back with you on top of him. “‘gonna give you our cocks now, ‘kay princess? gonna cum on our cocks while we fuck you into next year...”

suddenly, you become hyper aware of the cockhead that presses against your creamy clit and gently push your hips back against it, just to hear katsuki groan. his large and worn palms settle on your waist as he grinds back to meet your sticky pussy— the feeling making both your mouths fall open in low groans. “gimme your cocks, please,” is all you can say, mind far to hazy to form a proper sentence containing any word other than please. “want it now, can’t wait,” you can barely finish your sentence, too needy to think as you press your lips against bakugou’s for the first time that night, shivering at the taste of your release against his tongue. the kiss is sloppy, going nowhere in particular as you grind against each other and wait for kiri.

speaking of the red headed devil, he leans over the two of you, grabbing your jaw delicately to steal a kiss from you as his own length presses hotly against your backside. “can’t let you two have all the fun, can i?” your boyfriend chuckles breathlessly, slowly circling his hips into your ass, you have no idea how long the boys have been hard for but they waste no more time lifting your hips to align both of their thick cocks against your entrance.

bakugou soothes small circles into your lower back as the two of them press into you,  there’s a slight sting as your hole resists their intrusion— a burn that brings tears to your eyes with the attempt to double stuff you but you bite your lip and focus on the feeling of their leaking tips smearing precum along your velvet lined walls. a broken moan escapes you when they finally bottom out, thick and length girths buried balls deep inside of your throbbing heat and trapping them in.

you pulse around them as the boys wait for you to adjust, their hot breath tickling at your ears and neck. “yn,” katsuki groans, fidgeting beneath you while your nipples harden against his chest. “you’re s’fuckin tight, do we not fuck you enough? shit baby...”

“uhuh, need you ta move, ta fuck me open...please,” you slur, slumping between kirishima and bakugou— you can barely form words, mind too hazy at the thought of being so full of your boyfriends and their leaking, sloppy cocks. they love seeing you so useless between them, barley able to move except for the occasional jump in your hips to prompt them to move.

“so cute, let’s give the poor baby what she wants, yeah katsuki?”

nothing could prepare you for the sudden feeling of both your boyfriends’ thrusting into you at once. it’s a tight fit that has you jolting so far forward, bakugou has to grip your hips to keep you still while kirishima grunts into your neck, hushing his own means with every kiss he places against your skin. the red head places a weighted palm on the base of your spine, forcing your ass up into the air and setting the pace. your cunt spasms with the roughness, soaking their cocks in your honeyed nectar as they push into you, stretching your hole for all it’s worth.

the boys have had their way with you before, usually taking turns forcing their cocks down your throat and painting your tongue with the taste of salty cum or spreading your thighs wide and licking you clean— but the way they double stuff you has you losing your goddamn mind, bright red cockheads catching on every ridge of your gummy walls at every push and pull of their hips. the two aren’t doing any better than you, poor katsuki whimpers at the way you attempt to roll your hips back onto them— chest heaving as his own cock brushes against his lover’s inside of you.

the youngest of the two, eijirou can barely breathe, stuck on how your cunt flutters around them, sweaty chest moulding perfectly with your arched back and hands grabbing fistfuls of your cute fleshy ass. the room is filled with heavy pants and the scent kid your sex in he air, clear liquid seeping down from your twitching pussy onto your thighs and splashing against heir pelvises. “what a sticky fuckin’ mess, huh princess?” the ash blonde somehow manages to mock you, his hazy blood red eyes dancing with amusement as your own well up with tears and your mouth hangs open in a needy wail when when kirishima manages to plough directly into your gummy sweet spot. katsuki weakly grabs hold of your cheeks, and like earlier, forces them together while your babble nonsense about how good it feels. he taps your cheeks a few times, almost as if he’s trying to rouse you from your fucked out state and smirks with pride when all you can do is cry some more. “oh shit, ei, we’ve fucked her dumb.”

his evil laugh rings out into the electric air, mingling with the grunts of your red headed lover and the should of skin slapping on skin. it’s so wet, so dirty and you should feel nasty for how their cocks cream warmly inside of you. the hand that rests of your back ( also belonging to ejirou ) slides up to the back of your neck, tugging you upwards while he chokes you out. “yeah baby? you turning into our dumb, brainless little bitch on new years? how pathetic.” the red haired boy utters hoarsely into your ear, nipping at it with sharpened teeth. the sudden gushing from your iron hot walls gives away how you feel about his degrading words, each one going straight to your core.

you find it in you to nod, arching your back and shivering when your lovers laugh at you, demean you for how much of a stupid slut you’re being when sandwiched between them. “feel so full...want more, fuck me more eiji, harder katsu...” you trip over each of your breathless words, falling into a throaty groan that comes from deep with. you want more, need more— and they give it to you. pumping into you at an eleven faster pace than before, the clapping of balls against your ass and count filling  your ears while the lively music begins to pump outside. ten boys live for his, taking you at a moment where anyone could walk in and see you stretched over their dribbling girths, the thrill drives them insane, drives you to sinful pleasures from worlds away.

“that’s our dumb little bitch, beg for more.” katsuki growls proudly, hand dropping between your entangled bodies to draw searing patterns into your clit— you’d scowl at him for activating his quirk every time his digits sparked over the puffy nub, but you were too far gone to care.

“keep rubbin one out on her bakugou— she clenches down so fucking hard when you do that.” kirishima sighs, hips beginning to stutter.

even the boys are joining you on cloud nine, eijirou tilting your head to get a good look at your face while you bounce back on their hardened lengths. bakugou and kirishima groan in unison at the sight of your lewd expression, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out of your mouth while drool and tears smear across your mascara stained cheeks. what a fucking mess you are, body flushed and skirt stained, what a fucking mess they’ve made you— a weak and pathetic baby girl who shivers and writes each time a fat cock brushes up against your g-spot. broken laments slip from between your bruised lips as the two of your lovers angle their hips just right, prodding your pleasure spot over and over— and when both boys sneak hands down to press on your tummy bulge, you almost see stars.

your nails dig deeply into the pecks of the blonde beneath you, heart jumping as he lets out a broken howl of pleasure mixed with pain. the faint sound of a count down slips in from behind the closed door and you feel as if it’s a clock ticking towards your organs. desire flares up inside of you as you push and grind against your lover’s to chase your own release. “i’m so close, so so close... gonna cum, don’t stop. please don’t stop!” you chant, screwing your eyes shut while the boys give it their all.

three. the crowd cheers from outside.

“you cum when we say so, you cum on these fat cocks, okay honey? that’s right, that’s fucking right...” bakugou snarls, his own eyes crossing with the immense pleasure he feels from your welcoming heat. you nod feverishly and seek out his hand to hold.

two. drunken shouts spill into the halls, excitement crackling in the air.

their hips stutter, kirshima barley holding on as he works all three of you towards that final hurdle, kissing your cheek softly. “oh shit baby, the way you’re clamping around us...god, you’re gonna make me lose it. you can do it, you can cum for us...”

one. happy new year!

“holy fucking shit!”

“oh, fuck...yeah, yeah...”

colours, like fireworks, burst behind your eyes in flashes as the ecstasy that’s built up within you is finally released. your juices splash against the hips of bakugou and the pelvis of kirishima, painting them with your sweetness and making their skin shine under the yellow artificial light. they follow not long after as you tremble between their bodies; two loads of thick, hot cum spray your insides and cost it white— the potent milky liquid reaching as far as your womb, yet most of it leaking out of your velvet walls.

eijirou collapses to your side on the soiled sheets, watching with awe as a mix of all of your arousals seep out of your abused hole. you squirm in the elder’s  grasp as the red head’s fingers delicately scoop up some of the sticky mess and bring it to his mouth. a satisfied hum leaves his lips as he sucks bus own digits clean, blinking at both you and katsuki sleepily. “happy new year, guys, i love you.”

“yeah yeah, love you both too,” bakugou rolls his eyes but holds an arm out for the younger male to roll into, hugging you both to the blonde’s chest. despite his his gruff and harsh voice, you can still see the traces of adoration on his face. he loves you both so much and wouldn’t dare change this night for the world. “happy new year, ya horny little bastards.”

completely blissed out and too tired to scold him for sounding so mean, however, you lean forward and press a soft kiss to the younger’s nose before sneaking one to the grump in which you lie on. “i love you guys so much, you nasty boys.”

the three of stay curled up for a while after that, as the party outside bursts with hopefulness for the new year. it seems as though you’re all going to fall asleep when the door bursts open to reveal a certain tipsy group of friends.

“so this is what you guys were doing instead of celebrating the countdown with us,”  mina chimes, hanging off of sero’s back as she peeks her head through the doorway. you squeal and make a dive for the blankets, hiding your naked body from the view of your lovers’ prying friends.

bakugou’s roommate huffs triumphantly while izuku, todoroki and momo fail to hold back their laughter. “told you she was gonna get laid.”

kirishima flushes red as his hair and makes an attempt to join you in hiding under the sheets while your explosive boyfriend jumps out of the bed in full naked glory, activating his quirk to threaten his friends. “i’m gonna count to three, and all of you better start fucking running before i kick your asses for bursting in on us.”

“but i thought we already had a countdown...y’know for the new year,”denki dumbly comments. “don’t be silly baku bro!” but he doesn’t have much time to dwell on his thought for your angry boyfriend is already chasing him down the hall, explosions sparking at his sides.

it’s the first day of the new year and denki kaminari is already going to die at the hands of abutt naked katsuki bakugou.

happy fucking new year indeed.