#i always see everyone elses gifs and they look so much nicer but oh well

[hwanswerland]

220811 • Guerrilla 

[wannabeschyulersister]

the backseat

*takes place in season 4. gif is not mine. credit to owner.*

“Will someone please explain to me how I’m the one who ended up back here with Harrington?” You called out from the very back of the Nancy Wheeler’s car.

“Do you know how many girls would kill to be in the backseat of a car with me?” Steve asked you, “if anything you should be thanking me.”

You rolled your eyes, “You are so full of yourself.”

Steve winked at you while snacking on some chips.

Dustin sat in the middle row with Max and they both couldn’t help but laugh at the interaction between Steve and yourself. You tried to get in the section with them but they both blocked you. Nearly everyone in the car knew that there was something going on romantically.

Except for you and Steve.

It was very evident with how often the two of you bickered about nonsense. Also, the longing stares, the way you’d sort of perk up at the mention of the other’s name.

So, everyone in the party would always try and pair you both up for random things. Oh, someone needs to go and get the pizza for movie night? Steve and (Y/n). Dustin needs someone to help him pick out new shoes? Steve and (Y/n).

You both were oblivious to everything that was going on, of course.

But you didn’t mind always getting stuck with me each other.

“Do you really hate me that much?” Steve asked softly, not wanting the others to hear.

You were surprised that he even asked that question. Is that how you came across to him?

“No, of course not. Why do you think that?” You responded.

Steve shrugged his shoulders a little, “I don’t know. I feel like I annoy you sometimes.”

“Well, you do. People generally annoy me though.”

It made Steve smile a little, “I’m glad I’m not the only one then.”

“Do you hate me?” You countered.

“No way.” Steve answered quite quickly. You both were so wrapped up in each other that you didn’t notice the only sound coming from the front of the car was the radio. Everyone else was waiting to see where the conversation in the back was going.

The looming threat of the Upside Down and Vecna was long forgotten for you. You felt the words you’d always wanted to say to him on the tip of your tongue.

“That’s good to know.”

“Why is that?” Steve leaned over a little closer to you.

“Because.”

“Because….” He trailed off.

“Are you really going to make me say it?”

Steve smiled, “Yeah, I am.”

You felt the nerves coursing through your veins. Once you said it, there was no coming back. “It’s good to know because I sort of feel the opposite of hate towards you.”

Robin squealed in the front making everyone look at her. Nancy smacked her lightly on his shoulder, “Robin!”

“Looks like we have an audience.” Steve commented as he scooted closer to you, wanting to just speak to you from now on. He bent down, his hand touching your neck softly, “I sort of feel the opposite of hate towards you, too.”

“Really?” You asked.

Steve nodded, “I think you’re really sweet. I also think that we could be something special.”

You grinned, “I think so too, Harrington. Who would’ve thought all we needed was Nancy’s backseat to get us to this point?”

Steve’s hand rested on your thigh, “My backseat is a lot nicer though.”

“Is that so? I’ll have to check it out sometime.”

[ransprang]

thank you to @astarionbbg for your support <3 we hope you like your match up

if anyone else wants a match up this is our ko-fi

your match up is....

ASTARION!!!

SFW

How you met: You felt a light brush against your thigh as you were walking down the street. Boxing had honed your reflexes, so you quickly grabbed whatever it was which brushed against you. You found yourself holding hands with a pale haired elven man. “Oh dear, I really can explain,” Astarion drawled. Although annoyed, at being pickpocketed, you decided to hear him out. Astarion went on to complain about how he desperately needed nicer clothes, since his although fashionable were looking a bit worn out. He talked about how this never happened to him and that he usually was usually very skillful but everyone rolls a critical failure somtimes. You found his personality charming enough and understood the pain of not being able to dress how you wanted to. You decided to help him out and take him to a shop which you knew sold good clothing at lower prices. By the end of your little impromptu adventure, Astarion had already set his mind on seducing you.

Weightlift Astarion as much as you like, he loves it. He loves watching your muscles flex as you lift him up and off of his feet. It sure is an easy way to get his attention. You know those tiktoks where the gf and bf try different exercises using the other person? Like squats and hip thrusts. He’d be down to try, “Come darling, let’s have a bit of a competition shall we, hm? Just to pass the time?” 

The SECOND y’all get to the city, Astarion would drag your cute ass to the Facemaker’s Boutique and get you both matching, tailored gothic fits. Because who said you can’t get rid of tadpoles in style? And of course, he pays for everything (with stolen money). 

When you both are cuddling with your back against his naked chest, he runs his hand through your hair and lightly brushes against your ear piercings, admiring them. 

Astarion’s secretly a big reader (he’s the only one in camp apart from Gale who owns a book). You both would start an intimate book club together, and enjoy each other’s cutting remarks about sub-par books as well as the rare appreciative comments.

Although Astarion prefers being protected than being super protective himself, once he recognises how precious you are to him he would be very protective of you. He doesn’t have many people in his lives who he cares for and who in turn care for him.

Astarion’s a pretty insecure fella, and would always be concerned about doing something wrong or driving you away. His heart is fragile and he has many issues about relationships. Your love language being affirmations, would help soothe his worries.

He would be supremely pleased if you ever asked to draw him and capture his likeness. He can never see himself in a mirror, but would be overjoyed to see himself reflected in your eyes and eternally captured in your art. He would heavily suggest you draw him in the nude.

Astarion would eventually ask to join your DnD group. Although not immediately understanding the appeal at first would warm up to it once he realised he could cause all kinds of havoc. He would strictly play as power-hungry elvish rogues.

Astarion, being assertive and passionate himself, is drawn to your energy. He admires your wit and sarcasm, and the banter between you two would be a form of playful courtship.

NSFW 

Whether you are bulking or cutting, Astarion enjoys feeling up your muscles and softer parts. As a man who has been with people of all shapes and sizes, he would enjoy your body no matter what you look like. He cares about who you are on the inside, just as you love him for more than just his body. 

Astarion enjoys getting you to sit on his face with your muscular thighs enveloping his face, he first licks his tongue up and down your labia. Then he parts your lips, sucking on your labia, and moving to your clit. Each flick of his tongue on your sensitive bud makes your thighs push closer onto the side of his face. He groans as he feels you squirm above him. 

Watching you shadow box makes him horny. He’ll come up behind you as you finish a set of punches and snake his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You gasp as you can feel his hard clothed cock push into your ass. 

Astarion loves biting for obvious reasons. He will kiss, suck and bite on your skin. He loves it when you moan because of him.

Fashion? Astarion has the sexiest lingerie known to mankind. He satin cock warmers, and rubs it on his dick before taking them off, to get himself extra hard before fucking you.

Astarion likes to carry you and have sex with you against a wall, he’s strong and has toned muscles. When he wraps your legs around your waist you can feel them flex as he pumps you.

He really likes your angel fangs and when he kisses you he bites your lower lip softly with his fangs. Just to remind you who the real vampire is.

Astarion asks to drink your blood before sex sometimes, after drinking he penis begins throbbing and becomes extra sensitive. Just waiting to be buried in your soft warm pussy. 

He uses his finger to take his precum and asks you to taste it. “I want you to know that I am delicious, darling.”

Astarion would always remind you that he loves you and he’s all yours as you are his, after sex. He can get a little poetic about it but it’s hard to pay attention to his words as his dick flops around has he makes his little speech of love.

your angel fangs,

admins sar, san & sav

[moon-fics]

heey, I hope you are having a good week! could you please write a fratboy!tom holland based on daylight (ts!) where he met her and discovered that love is much more beautiful and happy than he ever imagined it to be 🥹🫶

Ugh! Ok bear with me because I'm awful at Frat fics 😭 and I'm watching Grey's Anatomy so this is gonna be awful! This is gonna be short but I hope you enjoy it!

Even from outside the house, you can hear the music clearly and there are drunk students wandering the lawn. Your best friend has her arms wrapped around yours, keeping you close like you always do. She somehow always convinces you to join her for the same party every week for the sole purpose of seeing her crush. 

It's juvenile but you get free alcohol so why not indulge her. The moment you enter the fraternity house you're hit with the smell of booze and sweat, which thankfully you got used to. The first time you entered this house you had to keep walking outside for fresh air.

"Oh my god, there he is!" She yells in your ear, loud enough to be barely heard over the blasting music. She discreetly points at the blond boy she's been gushing about since she first saw him. "Isn't he so adorable?" She giggles and you take a long look at the boy and still can't see what she does. You'd try and reason with her about him, but they genuinely seem to like each other.

"Well, you know where to find me," You unhook your arm from hers, allowing her to practically levitate to him. Just like every week you slip past the swaying bodies and enter the kitchen. The drinks are already laid out on the island counter which is way too fancy for the fart house. 

As you pour yourself a drink in a plastic purple cup you notice a group of boys have also entered the kitchen. They seem to be having an intense conversation, debating something you're not interested in enough to listen to. You scoop ice out of a cheap cooler, standing up straight a little too fast.

You slam into one of the boys, spilling ice and a bit of your drink on your shirt. You take a second to examine your shirt, it's not going to stain but it's an inconvenience for now.

"Hey, watch where you're going, asshole!" You snap, spinning on your heel to face whoever you hit. Sure, you're being rude by instantly reacting badly, but you just want to drink and wait until your best friend is done dancing around her crush.

The moment you turn your eyes lock with a boy who is holding an annoyed look, suddenly feeling embarrassed for being so harsh. As you stare at him you notice a shift in his eyes and his face relaxes. As if looking at you has somehow changed his mind about you. You clear your throat and now your shirt is unbearable to have on with alcohol-soaked cloth sticking to your stomach.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking!" He instantly replies, his hands in front of him in a surrendering gesture. His eyes land on the spillage that is still spreading and is now noticeable. "That does not look comfortable," He chuckles, running a hand through his gelled hair.

"Oh, no it feels really nice," You snark, pulling the shirt forward just enough to peel it off your damp skin. If you hadn't promised your friend you'd stay the entire night you would have gone home already. You know you should be nicer to him, it wasn't his fault. "Sorry for snapping at you," You sigh, glancing back up at him.

"I get it, it's a stuffy house and there's people everywhere. If I weren't obligated to be here I'd probably be anywhere else," He grins and now you can't help but find him handsome. His eyes wrinkle and shine in the dim lights. "I could grab you a new shirt, but it'll probably be a bit big," He suggests and a new shirt sounds perfect. 

That's how you end up in his room, sitting on his bed that is surprisingly made. His room has a few posters taped to the wall, one of them being Spider-man. You expected everyone at a fraternity to have pinups and messy rooms, instead, his is organized and well thought out.

On his way up to his room, you learn his name is Tom and he's an open book. You could ask a million questions and he'd probably have a billion answers for you. It soothes your nerves that he's being sweet and not once has made a move.

"So, why did you join a frat?" You ask, leaning to the left to see him through the closet door. He's holding up two shirts on hangers as if he can't decide which ones to give you. Either one would work for tonight and you'd return it the next week. "Not to judge you based off of thirty minutes, but you don't seem like the type," 

He looks up from the shirts, his lips parted in surprise. It's a simple question, it's not like you're asking him something deeply personal. Yet, his expression makes you wonder if anyone has ever bothered to ask him anything that isn't skin deep.

"Ah, uhm my friend Harrison persuaded me to join with him," He answers quickly, putting one of the shirts back on his rack. He exits his closet, removing a grey long-sleeve shirt from the hanger. "Is this good?" He asks nervously. 

You don't even take a second look at it before reaching for it, "Anything is better than smelling like alcohol," You joke, standing up from his bed. You gesture for him to turn around and he does so without protesting. He even goes as far as covering his eyes with one hand. "From what you said earlier, you don't enjoy the parties?"

Tom shakes his head, "It's always too crowded and I don't really know anyone. I try my best to socialize but after a while you kind of get sick of the loud music and constant flirting," He laughs but it's short-lived, it makes you feel bad for him. You understand the feeling of wanting to just be alone but ending up back at the party.

"I only come each week because my friend has a huge crush on this blond guy," You remove your shirt, wiping off some of the droplets of liquid off your skin. You swiftly straighten out his shirt and pull it over your head. It's a little heavy for how warm it is inside the room but it's comfortable enough to ignore. "You can turn around now," 

He hesitates for a second but drops his hand and shifts to face you. There's an awkward silence between the two of you which only grows longer. After maybe two minutes of you both looking anywhere but at each other he finally pipes up.

"Since we're both sort of obligated to show up at the party maybe we could hang out with each other," He squeaks out and quickly coughs to adjust his voice. "We could be friends," He suggests. You honestly don't even need to think about it, he's kind and how can you reject someone like him?

"Friends it is," You smile, your heart pounding at a newfound situation.

--

"No, seriously how can you be passing every other class except your history class?" You burst out laughing, staring at his grades for the semester. You really shouldn't be making fun of him, he worked hard and you helped him study for hours. Yet, you find yourself sitting on his bed covering your mouth while you giggle.

"Oh, I'm sorry are my grades making you upset?" He looks at his computer over your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist. His touch makes your chest bloom with warmth, forcing you to think back to the night you met him. You were so quick to judge him and now you can't help but be with him every second of the day. 

"No, you're right I passed all my classes," You cackle, leaning your head back onto his shoulder. "I mean, if you had told me four months ago that I'd end up dating a guy who knows barely any history I think I'd avoid the cooler," You tease, kissing his cheek to make up for it. 

"If you did that I'd probably find another way to spill your drink," He mumbles, lifting your chin with his fingers. He plants a long kiss on your lips, enjoying how soft they are. He pulls away barely an inch before continuing to talk, "I've never met someone who truly makes college a better experience," 

"That's so corny," You snort but your heart is doing backflips. You'd never admit it out loud but you're grateful your best friend constantly dragged you to each and every party if it meant meeting him.

[azurlily]

OMG I loved the hange one u wrote Tysm for that your writing is so pretty can I have a a similar one but with a house pet reader and Sachiko Juraku -🐢

Omfg!!! Yessss!!! Also so happy to see you twice today 🐢!(A reminder to everyone, dont repost or reblog without redit!)

Dating Sachiko Juraku as a Housepet

Oh you poor thing. How the hell did you get yourself in this situation??

You gambled yourself into this predicament, you thought you were good enough to fight a big dog.

How wrong you were

Sachiko Juraku, she saw you first when a bunch of guys were getting a bit too touchy. She watched for a few minutes before intervening.

"Why, hello there boys, if you dont mind, I'll be taking this pretty thing with me!"

She'll take you to a private, and unused classroom and look at you for a bit. She's never been this interested in someone before.

You became her little enigma. She stared at you some more, keeping her tight grip she pulled you closer. It was official. In her mind at least.

You became her new toy(soon to be girlfriend).

She started taking you with her everywhere. When she gambled, when she was doing council work, she's even taken you home.

Now, of course when you two officially start dating she acts differently. She treats you with more respect, and is nicer.

Don't forget your place though. She could have gotten rid of your debt, but she hasn't and she wont.

Why? You might ask. Well it's simple.

If you were to ever decide you didn't want the relationship, she could easily hold your debt over you. Use it.

She'll make a life plan for you to put it plainly.

She knows it wrong but she doesn't care. You're hers and she intends to keep it that way.

It doesn't really matter if you're a house pet or not, but she's protective as hell. As well as possessive. She owns you.

Mind. Body. Soul.

All of it, it's all hers, all of you is hers. She just loves you so damn much.

She definitely spoils you, 100% a sugar mommy once you two have an established relationship.

You want it? She's got it. You two are out on a lavish date and you see a pretty necklace, or a cute dress, maybe some nice shoes. Just say the word and it's yours. All of it.

Sachiko hates it when you have to leave. Wether it's for class or something else. It doesn't matter. She needs you by her side and she hates seeing you go.

Very touchy, she sees you as her property(especially when you're a house pet). She needs everyone to know you've been claimed.

She buys you a set of bracelets that have her first and last name on them. If her little pet gets lost she can always find you.(the cuffs have a tracking device in them)

If you didn't like her at first, it doesn't matter. You'll learn to love her(she kinda a yandere in general) you have to. She loves you and expects love, affection, and adoration.

She of course gives you all these things. In her own way.

When you two fight she usually waits it out. Even if she knows it's her fault she wont admit it. She'll wait for you to come crawling back.

After all without her protection who is going to save you from all the big, bad, mean men in the school. She might even order a few to bug you.

That's all she'll tell them to do though. Just bug you, if they dare do more...she'll kill them.

When you come crawling back she apologizes, in her own way. She buys you whatever you want. She usually does this but for about the next two to three weeks after your fight she's buying you things more than usual.

She'll even just give you straight cash if you want. You've learned this is her way of apologizing without having to be verbal.

You're her pet and even if you two fight she knows(as do you) you'll come back.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Oh... oh no. Just no. You are going to be in so much pain. I feel so bad for you, she's going to fuck you til you're raw.

Rough dom, she's hard, fast, and makes sure it hurts. She loves seeing you cry in pain, it brings her more pleasure than you'll ever know.

She'll bend you over any surface if she's horny enough. Her desk, a random surface in her house, a desk in an unused classroom. Anywhere.

Kinkyiest bitch you'll ever meet. She loves the strap specifically. She loves having you warm it, suck it, honestly she just loves destroying any hole she can get to.

Some days she's feeling more feral, she wants you raw. No toys, no lube, fucking nothing. She wants to naked with your legs spread out, ready for her and her alone.

Other days she feels the need to fuck you til you pass out. Those are the days when student council business isn't going as well as it should be.

She makes it hurt, she's quite the sadist after all.

She has a few special collars with different things ingrained in them. One says Mistresses Slut in a beautiful font. Another says GOOD GIRL in bold, glittery pink letters.

She even has one that says Property of Sachiko Juraku(theres a little tag that says how to return you to her) she loves the idea that her little pet is also her pet in the bedroom.

You want her? Beg, you dumb bitch. That's all you are, a dumb little bitch. You're useless for anything that doesn't involve getting your brains fucked out.

You need her, dont you? You need her strap, her fingers, ever her shoes to rut against like the slut you are.

Sachiko loves propping you up in front of the mirror, making you watch as she sluts you out. Making you watch as she turns that pretty brain of yours into rot.

That's all it needs to be anyway. Rot. It's not like you actually need your brain. You're her dumb bitch, her beautiful little pet that sits so prettily on her lap.

You know it, she knows it too. All you have to do is beg and she'll turn you into the good pet she knows you can be.

Shes just so rough with you and sometimes you need her to be gentle! You need slow and gentle!

She can and will provide that. Grant it you will make it up to her later.

She'll take you nice and slow with her strap, making sure it's deep. She start with slow thrusts getting faster,(and a bit rougher) but never getting past a certain point.

She spreads you out and talks you through it. These are one of your few real intimate moments. She wont do this until you're her official partner. Heavens no! She wouldn't be caught dead treating a house pet like this...

Unless you're her house pet! When you start officially dating and you work up the courage to ask her about this, she's more than willing.

Now as for aftercare, when you're just her house pet it was short and sweet. She cleaned you up a bit with a few reassuring words and then kicked you out.

It hurt, but when you start dating it's a whole new story.

She's so sweet, she cleans you up, gets you food, and turns on television for you.

You started keeping extra clothes in her office and her house in case it was too much and you needed to stay longer than intended.

She loves you, even if she don't act it, you're hers. Her plaything, her slut, her pet, her lover, her beautiful little thing. You're hers and that is something that throughout your entire relationship she will remind you of.

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Silco X Reader: The agreement (pt1/2)

Summary: Everyone needs someone. Even the most vicious of monsters need love. Luckily for Silco you were up to the task.

Silco wasn't an affectionate man.

In his life love and tenderness had always been short lived and in his line of work being caring wasn't exactly a requirement. However, he was still human and, unfortunately for him, humans tend to crave the touch of others from time to time.

The discovery of Jinx had allowed him to receive a somewhat daily dose of fiscal touch, a token awarded through her own needs of fatherly love. But that's all it was, moments of affection between father and daughter.

There were days where that was enough for Silco. Just a hug could stop the craving for closeness for a day, sometimes even a couple of days. But some weeks were harder than others.

That's when you came in.

When he recruited you Silco had not anticipated to rely so much on your attention, after all you were just another one for the crew. Someone else to help Sevika take care of The Last Drop when her presence was necessary somewhere else. And, at times, to be the good cop to her bad cop.

You were a nice person. Much nicer than the scum that lived in this place. Oftentimes Silco would send you on the missions that required a visit to Topside, simply because out of all of them you were the one who could blend in the most with the people from up there.

Most days you’d spend your time behind the bar mixing drinks for the patrons, making small talk with folks who could potentially give you a good tip and ensuring that the place remained somewhat civil. This was no task for Sevika. Any fights that were in motion or any thought of fighting would disappear as she walked into the place. By looking at you one would expect that you would not have the same effect.

They would be wrong.

Just by walking into The Last Drop you could grab the attention of every patron in the location at the time. This was mostly due to the respect you had obtained from the locals through your kindness and somewhat gentle nature but there was another side to the coin.

Well, two other sides to the coin.

One being that you were one tough cookie. Even if you didn't look it, you were a very skilled fighter. A man once made the mistake of making you uncomfortable and you had shown him, and everyone else in the establishment, just what it meant to mess with you.

The other was your connection to Silco.

None of them knew exactly what you were to him, but they all knew he respected you immensely and, although they never saw what happened in his office when he called you in at random intervals, people loved to speculate. Some even started to go as far as referring to you as “Silcos girl”. To disrespect you was the equivalent of disrespecting the man himself. And if there was something everyone feared it was being on Silcos bad side. This humored you quite a bit, considering what your job entailed.

You were, in a way of speaking, in charge of replenishing Silcos touch starved needs. What Jinx couldn't provide with her daughterly love ended up being your responsibility. When Silco had come to you with his request you had been shocked. You remembered the interaction well despite how long ago it had occurred.

It had been late into the night, and you couldn't seem to sleep so you decided to organize the bar to your liking. You had been arranging the possible beverages for mixes when you heard Silcos voice come into the barely lit room. You got up from your crouched position allowing your frame to come into his view.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“No. Can't sleep?”

“Yeah. You too?”

Silco nodded, his hair falling onto his face ever so slightly.

His hand moved to push it back into its rightful position making it possible to see that his arms weren't covered by his usual suit but instead a silky sort of fabric. You didn’t know why but it made you giggle.

Silcos bicolored eyes made contact with yours as you laughed quietly.

“What is it?”

“Oh nothing, it's just funny I guess.”

His head turned to the side in a motion of questioning.

“You know. Seeing you, the almighty Silco, in his pajamas.”

Silco stayed quiet, making you feel like you might have crossed some sort of line with your comment. But then he let out a small laugh making you giggle again.

“Can I get you anything?”

You questioned motioning to the bar in front of you.

“No. But there is something I wish to ask of you.”

“I’m listening.”

“How would you feel about having to be in close contact with me?”

You looked at him, mimicking his previous questioning head tilt.

“I require your affections.”

You froze in your spot, the cup that had been in your hand almost crashing to the floor. When you raised your eyes to meet Silcos there was a small blush on your face. You prayed he didn't notice due to the scarcity of light. He did but decided not to comment on it.

“How would that work exactly?”

“When I am in need of you, I will send someone to fetch you. Afterwards you're free to go with the rest of your day as you wish.”

You thought for a moment still not fully grasping what Silco was asking of you but not wanting to waste the opportunity to become closer to the mysterious man so many feared.

“Okay.”

“Good. Oh, and you shall not tell anyone of the agreement. Understood?”

“Understood.”

Upon your confirmation Silco turned around, making his way back from where he had come. You crouched once again ready to continue the task you had started only to stand back up a moment later upon having heard your name. Silco was back at the door or perhaps he hadn't left at all. You looked at him once more.

“Yes Silco?”

“I require your affections my dear.”

“Okay, just let me-”

“Leave it. You can finish in the morning.”

With that Silco turned once more, this time being followed by you. You didn't know what to expect from Silcos words, but you were surprised when he asked you to join him on his chair. You made your way to him, settling yourself on his lap as he laid his head on your chest. Once he stopped moving you fumbled with your arms unsure of what he wished you to do. Then his hands came to grab one of your arms, his slender fingers gripping it lightly before guiding your hand to his hair. You got the message, slowly moving your fingers against his scalp and causing him to let out a heavy sigh.

“Is this, okay?”

Silco gave a pleasant hum at your question which you took as a yes.

The two of you stayed like this for a while, just feeling the presence of each other. The room had become so quiet you wondered if Silco had fallen asleep but then he shifted slightly beneath you causing you to stop your caresses.

“That's enough for tonight dear.”

“Oh, okay.”

You got up from your spot beginning to make your way to the door before turning to face Silco once more. His eyes met yours as you said goodnight. You retreated to your room, knowing full well that after all that had happened a good night's sleep was the last thing you are gonna get.

For the first week or so your encounters with Silco were practically the same as the first. He’d ask you to come to his office. You'd wait for his instructions and when he was satisfied, you’d leave and go on with your day. All this was done in silence. Silco never asked you to speak and never made any efforts to start conversations himself. The quiet tended to make things kind of awkward but you hadn't expected anything else from a man like him.

However, as time went on Silco began indulging in conversation with you. It started with him ranting about the topsiders and ended with tales of his childhood. Most of the time you would just sit and listen to him talk but then one day he had asked you about your life before you were recruited, and things just went from there. Soon enough the two of you would talk about a variety of things as you stroked his hair.

It got to a point where Silco didn't need to call you anymore. You could just tell when he needed you. It was always apparent from the way his shoulders would sag when he sat down or how his long legs seemed to slow themselves when they passed near you, silently informing you that he wanted a recharge. You also developed a way of telling he was satisfied or that he didn't require your presence. Merely by being around him for a while you had learned to read him like an open book. So, it was safe to say that when you walked past his office and saw him seated on his chair, the door wide open, his fingers gripping on the device he used to apply shimmer into his eye, you were concerned.

There were certain times of the day that the door was kept shut, when you were in there with him, when he was doing business and wished for privacy or when Jinx was with him. Recently, Silco had begun bringing you into the room while Jinx was there in an attempt of making the two of you form a sort of connection or at least to allow you to officially meet each other. The visits were often short, merely a couple minutes of interaction before Silco asked you to escort yourself out. Even so they allowed you to discover three things, the use of the device you often saw on top of Silcos desk during your visits, the general time it was usually applied in and how to apply it.

The first time you’d seen Jinx use the device you had involuntarily shuddered. It seemed like such a painful process and the way Silcos body would lurch forward after its application only confirmed your thought. You had stood there for a moment observing Silco as the pain seemed to fade. Jinx sat to the side on top of Silcos desk playing with the device as if it were a plane. She stopped, looking at you.

“Want to hold it?”

You stared at her for a moment before making your way towards her. She extended her hand to you, placing the device in your palm. It was lighter than you expected.

“Did you make it?”

“Nah, I couldn’t make that sort of stuff. Too high-tech for me.”

“No way that's true. I’ve seen your bombs. You know your stuff.”

That made her grin, her entire frame relaxing from its former guarded position. If there had been any aversion towards you left in Jinx’s mind your comment had just made it disappear. You smiled back at her, shifting the device from hand to hand before giving it back to her. Jinx got up for her spot, moving to place it into one of the desk drawers. She turned around making her way back to you and, to your surprise, enveloped you in a hug. Your eyes met Silcos behind the girl's blue hair. He looked at you and nodded causing you to wrap your arms around Jinx’s frame.

It seemed the need for your affection ran in the family.

Once Jinx let go of you and Silco had given you the okay you left the office, making your way to the bar and going on with your duties. The interaction with Jinx had allowed you to make a sort of connection with her. She would often run to you when she saw you, always enveloping you in a bone crushing hug before rushing to wherever she had been going previous to your encounter.

You stood at the open door of Silcos office, eyes searching for Jinx in one of her usual positions, but she was nowhere to be seen. Your gaze went back to Silco just as he let out a sigh, one of his hands moving to his face as the other guided the device to his eye. He was struggling quite a bit. The needed position was obviously hard for him to achieve without some assistance. Upon noticing this you made your way to him, moving slowly as not to scare him and cause some sort of accident. Once you were close enough you wrapped your hand around the device, making him aware of your presence. He released the device before shifting in his seat. You took that as a sign to continue. So, you did.

You moved to sit on his lap in order to get a better angle. The hand that wasn’t holding the device made its way to Silcos face, tilting it slightly upwards. Silco understood your request and lifted his face, so he was looking at the ceiling. Your hands were shaking slightly as you guided the device to Silcos eye. He noticed immediately, moving his hand to hold your waist.

“Breath dear.”

“Sorry, I don't want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Just breath, try to relax”

You did as he said, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath in. If Jinx could do it, so could you.

After calming down a bit you placed the device back to its rightful place and pressed the lever. The needle came down and back up so quickly you hadn’t even processed it before Silcos frame lurched forwards. He placed his face on your shoulder, breathing harshly against your skin. Your hands went to his back, making circling motions in an attempt to help him through the pain. Silcos breathing shifted a bit, becoming more and more normal as you continued soothing him. Once his breathing seemed to be back to its regular tempo you expected Silco to detach himself from you but he didn’t. His body remained in the same position even as you stopped the movements on his back.

“What's wrong, Silco?”

“Jinx seems to be angry with me.”

“Don’t worry it tends to happen from time to time. I’m sure she will come around soon.”

“Violet is alive.”

Silcos mouth moved against your bare skin as he said, making it possible to feel the words form as they left his lips. Still, you swore you heard incorrectly. After all, Vi had been gone for some years now.

“But I thought she was dead.”

“As did I.”

“How could she be back then?”

Silco moved away from your body, his lean frame settling back into his chair allowing you to look into his eyes. He let out a frustrated sigh. You leaned over his body, moving yourself around so you could reach his cigar. Upon lighting it you placed it close to Silcos lips. He opened his lips slightly and you placed the cigar in his mouth causing him to take a breath in before releasing a circle of smoke into the air.

“Show off.”

He smiled at you, his eyes creasing slightly because of it.

“Only for you my dear.”

It was night now but the room was well lit and the blush Silco had caused to appear on your cheeks was very noticeable. You lowered your face, desperately trying to make it go away. Silcos hand warped around your chin forcing you to look up at him.

“No need to get shy. You know better than that by now don't you?”

“You can’t just say stuff like that and expect me to not get all flustered.”

“And why is that?”

You wanted to look at something else. Anything would be better than looking at Silco as you tried, and failed, to keep your emotions in check. But the hold he still had on your chin kept you from moving your face, practically forcing you to stare into his eyes. You managed to take a shaky breath in to calm yourself, it didn’t seem to help all that much, but it allowed you to speak.

“It’s because… I uhm… I like you.”

You tried to keep your tone as low as possible, thinking that maybe if you were quiet enough he wouldn’t hear you but the proximity made it impossible. Silco heard you loud and clear he had even seen the way your lips moved to form the words and the way they trembled slightly as you voiced your confession. He regarded you for a moment observing the way your breathing became quicker the more he waited. You wondered if he could hear your heart pounding in your chest.

For a long time, you had felt something towards Silco, but you would never admit it out loud, always fearful of his reaction. You thought you’d done a stellar job at hiding your feelings, but you were wrong. He’d known for a while. It had been one of the reasons he had allowed himself to be vulnerable enough to show you his own needs. His gaze burned through you as you waited for him to do something. At this point you would prefer anything to the silence that surrounded the two of you. Then Silcos features changed, the emotionless expression he had been maintaining shifted being replaced by a smirk you’d never seen before.

“What if I told you I felt the same?”

“I’d say you’re lying.”

“Well then, guess I’ll have to prove it huh.”

Before you’d even fully heard the words that had come out of his mouth Silco had tugged you forward, placing his lips on yours in a tender kiss. Your body reacted instantly, hands going to Silcos chest as you returned the kiss. Silco pulled away first, the need to breathe having overcome him. A piece of his hair had fallen out of place. In a sort of automatic move your hand went to his hair, moving the stubborn piece back to its place. Once you had fixed his hair Silco grabbed your hand, guiding it to his lips before placing a small kiss to your palm.

“Thank you dear.”

“You’re welcome.”

You laid your head on Silcos chest, your legs moving to drape themselves over his lap. His arm moved to your waist allowing you to be closer to him.

“Still think it was a lie?”

“Hum, I might need some more proof.”

Silco laughed at your comment. It was so genuine you felt his body move against yours making you grin. He looked down at you, his bicolored eyes meeting your own as he leaned into you. Just as he was about to kiss you again a voice came from the door.

“How sweet, mom and dad are getting along.”

Jinx was back. And she was angry.

[michelle-is-writing]

Family Matters, Greg House

Word count: 1.7k~

In the time I’ve worked at Princeton-Plainsboro teaching hospital, some might say I'm the bubbly doctor in our group. Although I don’t know how true this might be, I do know everyone can agree I'm definitely more bubbly than doctor Gregory House, but that's for another day to discuss. I'm usually the one people send in to try and cheer up patients. Because of this, I mostly work in the pediatrics ward where young, sick children are. Sometimes, I have an easy time talking to the kids and making them happier, and sometimes, I don't; usually, when I'm upset, I have a hard time.

Right now, I'm having a very difficult time.

A young New Jersey girl at the age of 11 had developed mastoiditis, an infection that affects the mastoid bone above the ear and is typically caused by a middle ear infection. Usually, this all clears up, but sadly, this infection had grown to be so bad that the girl ended up with only twenty-three percent of her hearing left in the one ear. Although this is the case, I'm not having a hard time because of the girl's loss of hearing, no.

I have my own problems at the moment.

Since I'm working in the children's ward, I don't get to see Wilson or Greg as much as I want to. Despite Greg's tendency to be an asshole, he's still my best friend and not to mention that Wilson is the kind of guy anyone can talk to about anything. However, our schedules are all different, so, as I said: we don't get to see each other that often.

At least they're still in my life though. For my family, I can’t say the same. Recently, I've just lost the closest person to me in my family; although it wasn’t through death, but through immaturity and childishness. Because of this, all of my other family members have closed me out as well, causing me to be alone. With all of my friends busy and my family shutting me out, I have no one to talk to or enjoy time with... no one. I can't even get a boyfriend for Christ's sake, and it's not like the guy I have my eyes on actually likes me back. Greg is the type of guy you can easily fall in love with, yet at the same, you really shouldn't.

"Doctor (y/n)," the young girl by the name of Jessie states. Putting all my focus back on her, I remind myself not become distracted anymore today. This isn’t the first time, unfortunately. "Will my hearing ever return?"

I smile sadly at her and shake my head. "I'm sorry, Jessie," I tell her. "Your hearing in that ear won't return, but it's not a bad thing!" I assure her. She smiles in relief. "We can always get you a hearing aid, and that will help get your hearing back to normal again, but the wait might be a little long," I explain. "Is that okay with you?"

She nods her head at my question. "I'm okay with that, doctor (Y/n)," Jessie tells me, "I'll have my family help me until then," she smiles brightly. "You can always look up to your family, right?" She states, confident in her words.

Tears slowly rising to my eyes at the thought, I nod and quickly blink them away. "That's right," I tell her, still smiling. "And don't you ever forget it," looking toward her parents, I nod my head. "The discharge nurse will be here in a few moments with the papers. If you'll excuse me..."

Without another word, I quickly leave the room and walk as fast as I can to the nearest empty room. I prefer going to James’ office instead, but it's two floors away, and I don't want any awkward elevator trips. So, before I have a mental breakdown in the middle of the hallway, I find an unlocked janitorial closet before walking in and closing the door behind me, ultimately sliding down the hardwood door once it's shut.

Sitting on the cold, tile floor, I begin sobbing as quiet as I can, my hand covering my mouth. I already had my family drama on my mind all day, but for that girl to unintentionally throw it back in my face? That was the frosting on top of the already leaning, three-layer cake.

Tears stream down my cheeks like raindrops as I cry my heart out. I can tell my cheeks are red by the sensation of heat I currently feel on them; my hands feel it too. I'm crying so hard my chest begins to heave up and down as if I were having a panic attack. Oh God, I can't have a panic attack. Not here, not now.

Behind me, I feel two knocks on the door, causing me to halt. The only problem is: the knock wasn't above me, it was where my back is against the door. Remind you, I'm currently sitting on the floor. The only way someone can knock that low is if there is a midget behind the door there or someone used something like a cane... it's Greg.

Slowly moving up a little, I shakily open the door and let the grey haired man in, watching as he looks at me with pity. I've never seen the confident doctor House look like this with anyone. It's like a... a totally different Greg.

Sitting down beside me against the door, Greg drops his cane beside him as he sighs and wraps his arm around me before gently tugging my body close to his. Shocked, I tense up, tears no longer pouring out of my eyes. Greg never comforts anyone like this. He always makes fun of them or says something that many people take offense to, but he never... he never cares. He always brushes it off his shoulder, yet for some reason, he seems like he actually cares this time.

"What's wrong?" He asks, his voice deep as usual with no emotion.

I wait a few seconds before lying. "Nothing important," I tell him, my voice wavering from my scattered emotions.

Pulling me back to face him, Greg looks me in the eye before sighing again. "I know you've been crying by the wet tears on your cheeks, slight puffiness, and redness to your eyes, and fast-paced breathing - and I don’t even have to be a doctor to notice that," he breaks down my current state, lifting an eyebrow. "Now, are you going to begrudgingly tell me what's wrong or do I need to stay in here with you until you finally give in to all my unrelenting sexiness."

His comment makes me laugh, causing a grimace of a smile to fall on House's lips. Out of all of us, I've been the only one to do that. I've been the only one to break Greg's stone exterior and interior. Plus, It doesn't help that I like Greg romantically. I like the fact that he's confident and witty; he's not afraid to be himself. Although, he can still be quite an ass to others, but to me, he’s always been nothing but kind. Even when I first started working here, he was still patient and sweet - a rare sight to everyone else. It used to hurt me to think he’ll never feel the same way as me, but I’ve gotten so used to that fact that it doesn’t even bother me anymore.

"It's just... my family," I explain, Greg pushing my head back onto his shoulder as he holds me. At this point, I'm not shocked by anything he does. The infamous doctor could be high for all I know. He probably took a few Vicodin tablets before coming down here now that I think of it.

"They've completely... shut me out," I explain, shrugging as I rest my hand on his shoulder. "They never talk to me anymore, they've blocked me in any way of even trying to talk to them. My cousin just sent me an email last night telling me that I didn't need to contact them anymore as they no longer wanted me in their lives," I close my eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Plus, I wish I could work with you guys again," I take a breath before saying the next thing. "I miss you."

A few seconds of silence pass before Greg leans down to my face level. Opening my eyes, I'm greeted by his own sapphire orbs, watching as he continually inches forward until his lips plant themselves on mine. Our eyes close at the same time in response to the touch of our lips, and they stay that way too. With my heart beating fast and a different fire in my cheeks, I instantly respond to his kiss while placing my hands on the sides of his face, feeling his hands attach themselves to my hips as I do so. We kiss until we have to breathe, both of us pulling apart simultaneously.

"They don't deserve you," Greg tells me, a little out of breath. "You are wonderful; a decent and kind human being, inside and out," he takes a small pause, flashing his blue eyes down to mine. "I never thought I’d say this, but… because of you, I think maybe not everyone is a horrible person and that maybe I can be a bit nicer a time or two," he then smiles at me, kissing me once more. "You have made me feel love believe it or not."

Smiling, I lean up to kiss his forehead before sitting back down and resting my head against his chest, my eyes cast upon him as he looks down at me. "You've also made me feel love," I confess to him, my voice shy. "I've grown to love you as well. You and your sarcastic comments and witty comebacks and your insults to apparent stupid people," for once, he laughs, making me grin. "I can't help but love it all."

After a few moments, Greg speaks up. "I know I can't be your entire family," he murmurs, holding me close. "But I can try to be your... your..." He draws on, clearly trying to come up with an appointed title for himself. After a few seconds, I giggle and cut him off.

"Boyfriend?" I ask, making him roll his eyes.

"I was going to say significant other," he argues, looking over to me. "The term boyfriend is so, well, childish," he complains, making me giggle.

Leaning closer, I peck his lips. "Good thing you have a childish mind," I tease him, pressing my lips to his one more time before he responds to my comment with something horrible or completely inappropriate. It is Doctor House we’re talking about, after all.

[probablyspooky]

Untitled Revenant Project (Revenant x Fem!Reader) Part 7

Pairings: Revenant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, Violence, NSFW, Pregnancy\

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The silence was so thick, the four of them just staring at one another in silence, unsure how to address the elephant or elephants in the room, the smaller one being the threat that is Revenant was just standing there unmoving, while the larger one was the fact you, a friend to them, and a wife to Revenant was currently missing, and night was going to be coming soon, they had to move, and they had to move fast.

"So...," Anita coughed, "What's the plan?"

"We need to split up and find (y/n) of course," Dr. Somers said, moving towards the door, Wattson following close behind her.

"If we split up we can possibly cover more ground that way," Anita stated, gathering herself and walking towards the door as well.

The three of them froze before leaving the door, nearly forgetting the large monster hovering behind them. The feeling of uneasy washed over them, forgetting the possible danger that Revenant poses, Anita quickly turned around, as if to catch him in the motion of murdering them all, only to see nothing, feeling the cooling breeze of an open window.

"Well that settles that," Dr. Somers chuckled, leading the other ladies out of her apartment.

You however, were fine, in fact, you were so fine, you decided to hop off world. Finding your way to the nearest star cruiser station, you bought yourself tickets to your home world, once receiving the ticket you were making your way towards the gates, walking almost not paying any attention until bumping into something hard and metal.

"Revenant?" you asked, rubbing your face as the contact to your face was quiet painful.

"No! I'm not that scary robot! I'm almost certain, I'm much nicer!" the robot said, his voice was full of happiness and joy

"Oh sorry, I thought you were someone else" you sighed, resting your hands on your large bump of a stomach.

"Oh its quiet alright friend! What's wrong?" he asked, his body was blue, and had what looked like a large screen on his chest, when you first bumped into him it displayed a large smiley face, but while he asked his question, it displayed a now sad face.

"Oh nothing! I'm just on my way to leaving this planet, leaving some friends behind."

"Oh! A vacation! That's always nice! Well, my name is Pathfinder friend!" he joyfully exclaimed.

"I'm (y/n)," you smiled, but your new friend would have to wait, as the horn that blared for everyone to reach their gates was sounded, not wanting to miss your flight, you were about to take a step, but then you heard the voice of someone who had welcomed you into this new world.

"Loba, please talk to me, what did I do?" Kairi begged the unnerved Loba

Loba and her were quickly strutting the same way towards you.

"Oh no," you panicked, not wanting to be anywhere near her right now.

"What is wrong friend?", Pathfinder asked

"I don't want her to see me," you said, hiding behind Pathfinder

"Who? Her? Oh that's my friend Loba. Hi Friend!" he happily began to wave, nearly capturing their attention.

The two looked in the direction of you two.

"Hey isn't that the friendly robot?" Kairi asked, Loba still didn't respond

"No! Pathfinder, Loba isn't my friend! I don't want her to find me!" you begged him

The gears in his little Pathfinder mind began to turn, and he quickly picked you up, just softly, not enough to hurt you, but just fast enough to hide from Loba.

Pathfinder began to quickly make his way to a gate, carrying you to the Star cruiser, and even walking you on board, as if to make sure you were hidden from Loba.

"Thank you Pathfinder," you smiled

"No problem friend! Always happy to help!"

"But how did you know what gate to take me to?"

"I didn't!"

With that last word, the doors to the star cruiser closed, and on the display board that displays your next destination, the words "STORM POINT' began to glide across the top.

Slowly turning to look at Pathfinder, immense anger began to come across your whole body, you didn't know anything about this place called Storm Point, but you couldn't be mad at him, he did in fact just help try and hide you from Loba and Kairi. Anger was quickly replaced with sadness, and tears began to sting at your eyes, whether it was your hormones or just genuine sadness, you began to quietly cry into your hands.

"What's wrong friend?"

"I-I just...I wanted to go to my home planet to find my husband... But now I'm going to somewhere entirely new...I only had enough for the one ticket, and I don't even have anyone to show me the way."

You, still crying into your hands, felt the gentle touch of a friend on your back, and felt the seat next to you shift ever so slightly.

"Don't worry friend! I'll help you out! I won't leave your side!" the large yellow smiley flickering on his chest made you feel happy, keeping the tears in you looked up at him and smiled.

"Thank you Pathfinder,"

"No problem! Now tell me about your problems!"

The entire ship ride there wasn't long, about 4 hours or so, the whole ride, you explained to Pathy as well as you could, how you woke up, what year you were born, Loba, Kairi, Revenant, Wattson, and Dr. Somers, all while ending it with your plan to reunite with your husband Kaleb Cross.

"Oh I know who that is!" Pathy joyfully exclaimed, "I can take you to him!"

"Really?" you nearly jumped on him

"Of course friend!"

The star cruiser began its landing preparations, but back on the planet Psamathe, three friends and one murderbot were regrouping at Dr. Somers apartment.

The three women entered the apartment, visibly tired, Natalie plopped on the couch, noticeably sad that they were unable to find you and bring you back safe to the apartment. Anita awkwardly stood around, unsure what to do in this time, Dr. Somers with an open hand led her to the couch, telling her to take a load off while they try and rack their brains on where you might be.

"Where could she have gone? It's not like she has many options." Anita sighed

"Well, we gave her enough money incase there was an emergency" Natalie mentioned

"But that doesn't mean she could just go off world...could she?" Anita asked, clearly worried.

"I doubt she would, where else would she go?"

"Home." that familiar demonic voice said

The three of them turned their heads to the window, seeing that spiderlike form crawl out, and began to stand up in the living room, his yellow optics scanning the three of them in the room.

"Home?" Dr. Somers asks,

"We had a home on Solace, many years ago, but that's ancient history, she's a smart girl, probably thinks Kaleb is at home waiting for her, after all this nonsense, a skinsuit like you would probably think that too."

"Did you just call her a skinsuit?!" Natalie jumped up

"No, I called you, a skinsuit skinsuit. Don't jump at me either unless you want to get splattered like a fly." Revenant threated, walking over in front of Natalie, his shadow was twice the size of hers, and there was no fear in his body.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Anita shouted, a buzzing coming from her pocket, "I'm getting a call, don't kill each other, for (y/n)."

The two of them backed off one another, and Revenant walked back across the room, scanning the room for any sights of you, peering into the room you had lived in, he pushed the door in gently. He hadn't been in the room during the day, gliding his metal hands over the dresser, his metal fingers bumped into a picture frame, an ultrasound, taking it in his hands he brought it to his face.

It was his child, or it was the child of the man he was before. His thoughts were interrupted by Dr. Somers, who had been watching him this whole time.

"What are you gonna do when she finds out your secret?"

"None of your business."

"Well you sure as hell can't play papa when you're the way that you are"

"What's that supposed to mean meat bag?" he grunted, placing the photo down , and turning to look at the red haired woman.

"I said what I said, if you want that child and (y/n) to live a happy life, you should stay the hell away from them." she stated, walking back to the main room

Before Revenant could think, Anita began to walk back into the room excited.

"She's going to Storm point!" she shouted, causing the other two women to jump to their feet.

"What why?" Dr. Somers shouted

"I don't know! Jamie said Pathfinder grabbed her and ran her to the star ship heading there!" Anita stated, pulling out the video of the two of you heading towards the gate.

"She looks like she was spooked by something." Dr. Somers pondered, "Can you play the video any longer than that?"

"Uh, sure hold on," Anita said, scrolling the video a bit longer, revealing Loba and Kairi walking in the general direction of the two of you.

Natalie turned, hoping to see Revenant there, but like always the window was open, and he was gone.

"He does use door sometimes, I swear, I've seen videos." Anita sighed.

The three of them quickly made their way to the station, hopping on the next cruiser to Storm Point, unknowing of the murderbot who had also jumped on the same ship, hiding deep within the cargo hold.

When Pathfinder and you had arrived on Storm point, it was mostly a ghost town, confused you asked Pathfinder where everyone was.

"Hmm...I'm not sure! But I can look into it when we get to Cascade falls!"

The two of you made your way to the falls. Once you had arrived, it was almost like everyone had abandoned everything in a rush. Pathfinder quickly walked in, he had a key, he explained that a friend had given him a key to the guest house incase he ever needed a place to stay on Storm Point for the games.

He left you outside, while he quickly walked in and plugged himself into his computer to see where everyone had possibly gone.

What seemed like forever, was really 10 minutes, as Pathfinder quickly strode out, and grabbed your hand and tried to lead you in a direction

"What wrong?" you asked

"There's a big storm, everyone is in the storm shelters right now, I'm going to take you there friend."

Rain began to fall, and Pathfinder, like some sort of go go gadget man, pulled out an umbrella and held it over you.

"How far is the shelter?"

"It's on the other side of the Island. It's usually a 4 hour walk, possibly 6 considering your extra cargo"

"Walk 6 hours? Why so far?"

"Due to the plot armor that is this story, it's very far!" he exclaimed

"What?"

"What?"

With that the two of you began your hike to the storm shelter, but unknowing to Pathfinder, all the data channels to Storm Point had been shut off 5 hours ago, the storm was already well on its way, and would hit hand within the next hour.

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[sif-the-tsunami]

Ok prompt! Sy is teaching you how to cook and maybe things get frisky ? 😁

Oooo I like this. Its not 100% on the nose but this is where the muse took me.

Did you want a novel? Because, I hope you like novels.

Warnings: chili with beans, sweet cornbread, swearing, smut

"Listen hear, you chicken fried fuck. If you don't like my cooking, you are welcome to eat something else at the damn pot luck!" I snap at a grumpy retired soldier who was talking trash about my chili recipe. Like always. Whenever we have a party, he has to say something about how I'm dressed, what I brought, or the beer I was drinking.

"All I'm saying here, California, is that where I'm from we don't put beans in our chili. And don't get me started on this abomination you call cornbread. Why is it sweet, why are there vegetables in my bread?" He says in his drawl.

"Because honey and roasted jalapenos taste good together!"

"I guess. You don't need to fuss so much Princess, I'll gladly show you how to make real Texan food. Make some wife material out of you." He smirked. I think he knew he was getting under my skin.

"Come on, Sy, give her a break. Take a bite of her cornbread with the chili, they are delicious together." One of our mutual friends told him when he could see that I was not having any more of his attitude.

I walked away from the conversation, feeling incredibly salty. The man was Syverson, we had been in the same group of friends for the past couple years and honestly he was usually at least cordial with me, but the sheer audacity of his tone today. The rest of the party was really fun, at least. Occasionally, I would catch eyes the color of the ocean after a storm staring me down. He kept looking like he wanted to say something to me but I would find reasons to leave the room. Fortunately there was always a way to get out and around.

Towards the end of the evening, I go outside to enjoy the cooling air and watch the stars, listen to a couple of the guys from inside sit on the tailgate of a truck and talk about football or something. The breeze would kick up occasionally and I could smell an orange tree blooming in the distance.

"Hey, oh shit, I didn't mean to startle you." I jumped damn near out of my skin when the grump showed up out of nowhere. "I actually really wanted to say that I'm sorry, I can be a real asshole sometimes. You are usually more aware of it than others. I'm used to giving people a hard time. Your food was delicious. I just don't know how to talk to you sometimes."

I looked at the large man skeptically. I'm not used to people going from snarky to nice to me. "Thank you for apologizing. Glad you liked it, Chicken Fried. You can just talk to me like anyone else, I don't mind some teasing, but you just know how to push my buttons."

Sy looked at his feet for a moment. "I will be nicer to you, I promise."

"I'm sure." I had heard that before.

"I still think mines better," back to sounding arrogant already, "I am willing to bet that it would blow your mind."

"Do you really want to bet?"

"Yeah... sure. I'll bet you. If my chili it better than yours.... you have to go on a date with me."

"Is that how you get most of your dates these days? Tinder just isn't cutting it anymore?" I tease. He is actually kind of good looking. Sort of. If you are into that hand crafted by the gods kind of look. I'm not saying I am, but I could get the appeal.

"You'd be surprised. Most of the women I meet want to figure out what's wrong with me. Almost 40, never married, I have a job I like. They keep waiting for my skeletons to come out of the closet. Like shit, girl, I just don't like olives or sweet relish. I think I'm pretty cool otherwise." He said talking with his hands out stretched. I think he might have been being earnest with me, but his tone is almost always sarcastic.

"You were in the military, right?"

"Yeah."

"That's what's wrong with you." The big man started laughing harder than I thought he would.

"Well, California. You up for it?"

"I don't know Chicken Fried, I don't like dating, I would really just like something casual, low maintenance. What happens when I win?"

"When?" He chuckles. "If you are looking for something casual and low maintenance, baby, there is a reason when I was still in the Army they called me Captain Cunnilingus."

"It sounds like either way you win." I smirk, "I would need a real incentive to try to beat you."

"How about bragging rights?"

"If I win... you shave your beard. Then I get to use your face as a chair." He looked shocked.

"Fine, when I win, you have to wear a dress on our date, and heels. Maybe even some of that shit you all put on your lips with the glitter and fruity flavors."

"Ok, now that's unreasonable. I don't even own heels."

"I'll buy you some." Well color me impressed. We decide on the terms of the bet. We would invite a couple of friends over to his place next Sunday and they would pick a winner with a blind taste test. We would also have one canned chili and one restaurant chili to make it a little more interesting.

Sunday came, and we all gathered in his house. This was the best batch of chili I have ever made. Fresh peppers, bacon, beer and some good quality beef all swam together in a symphony of flavors. When I walked into his house, the smell was... pungent. I could smell cooking vinegar. It wasn't bad but there was something just a little off putting.

"Glad you showed up, Princess." He looked me up and down. to surprise him just a little, I did show up in a dress. I figured a special occasion needed a special outfit.

I looked over at the big man as he took my slow cooker from my hands and plugged it in for me. To be fair to both of us, we had enough time to set up sides and toppings. I even baked more cornbread. Sy made his own savory cornbread that he pulled out of the oven in a cast iron skillet.

"It was my mama's." He told me when I asked about it.

"You bake also?"

"Sometimes, if the mood hits me. I like making peach cobbler too. If you are lucky, I'll make you some. Maybe after our date."

"So sure of yourself, Chicken Fried. I hope you got some good shaving cream and a new razor, you'll need it." In his kitchen, I lifted the hem of my sundress clear up to my naked hip showing him that I was ready to win this bet of ours. His pupils blew out with lust as he stepped up to me.

"Princess, you are a hell of a tease. I have wanted you so badly ever since the first time we met." He breathed, lusty and hot. He pinned me to the counter, radiating his desire. He bit his lip, looking me up and down, he looked like he wanted to kiss me or maybe consume me whole. Suddenly he pulls away, leaving me breathless. "We will have company soon. I need to walk this off, but I really do want to continue this conversation when we don't have to risk being interrupted."

Before anyone could walk in on us, Syverson rushed up to me and kissed me more passionately. My knees buckle for a second and its like I've been set on fire.

When our friends came into his house, he set up bowls, spoons, Fritos and cheese. He set up blind tastings for the guests, only he and I knew what everyone was eating.

The canned chili was a flop. The restaurant chili was a better batch but it wasn't as good. When our friends tasted my chili, they all keep saying how wonderful it was.

Then we tried Sy's. Everyone was quiet for a moment and then the group started to try to figure out what it was about the chili that we didn't like. It was too sweet as far as I was concerned and there was a weird aftertaste. It was an overwhelming agreement that Sy's chili was terrible. After we cleaned up his kitchen, Sy was pouting about having lost.

"So, when would you like for me to shave my beard?"

"Maybe later tonight. I think we have to finish that conversation we started earlier."

"Oh yeah, California?" He said, standing close to me. He grabbed me by my hips and lifted me to the counter top. I lace my fingers through his beard hair and pull him closer so I can finally kiss him again. He broke away from the kiss and then started nibbling on my neck. His hand found the seem of my dress and he slid his hand up my thigh. When my skirt was pushed up to my hips exposing my sex to him, he leaned me back. I watched him look at my core and lick his lips like a man starved.

"Wait a second. Before you start, what was going on with your chili? Did you throw the bet?"

"No, not at all." He looked at me confused. "I don't know what happened, I've made this a bunch of times and its always been good. This was terrible."

"Did you do anything different?"

"Well. I was out of tomato paste, so I used ketchup. A buddy of mine suggested it."

"Oh my god, Sy. No wonder! Thank god you are pretty, my guy." I tease.

"Your guy? I like the way that sounds. Now lean back, Princess. I'm going to try to convince you to let me not shave."

[genshxn]

@/datonecanadianartist asked:

A Zhongli x reader where the reader is a chaos magnet like Bennett, but unlike him they refuse to get any help and finally Zhongli tricks them to help them? Many thanks friend!

i hope this is something like what you had in mind :,D

it’s also a little long lmao-

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chaos magnet s/o refuses to get help until they get tricked (ft. Chongyun)

warnings ; haunting

There was only one other person you had heard of who had your level of bullshit, and it was some poor kid who lived in Mondstadt. Apparently the events that would follow you were on par with what he’d experience.

And more often than not, your partner Zhongli would get caught in the cross fire. Treasure hoarders would always know where you are. Zhongli would just send them flying with his monoliths, however. Or maybe you’d get hit in the head by an incoming bird, also knocking into Zhongli in the process. Either way, it’s always a little messy in the end.

He was more concerned for your safety than anything. You miraculously don’t get hurt amidst the chaos, but he isn’t sure how long this is going to last. The last thing he wants is for you to get hurt.

He’s tried to get you to do all sorts of things to try and get rid of this abysmal luck of yours. He’s bought about 30 different charms supposedly imbued with energy to repel bad luck. You refused to carry any.

Another time, you walked into your bedroom with him looking like he was about to start some kind of ritual, just waiting for you to arrive. You scrambled back out the door, not having a bar of it, and he had to chase you for a very long time before he finally caught you.

So those didn’t work.

Zhongli was wandering the streets of Liyue one day, simply wondering what else he could do to try and cure this ailment of yours, if it even was an ailment.

His mind wandered to something Hu Tao was prattling on about to do with mischievous ghosts causing trouble for people in their daily lives. He had overheard her talking about this in passing the other day. Perhaps this was something going on with you.

So he sought the help of an exorcist.

Except given his current track record, no way in hell was he going to be able to get you to sit down and stay still for the exorcist to do their work. So he’d have to come up with a plan to keep you in one place.

"My darling, tonight is a beautiful night in the harbour. Would you perchance go to dinner with me?" He asks you. He hopes he’s not being too suspicious to suddenly ask you to dinner out of the blue.

“Oh, yeah sure. I’ll go get ready.” You say, getting up to get changed into something a little nicer. Your hesitation likely would have come from the fact that he asked you so suddenly. He doesn’t blame you.

When you finally emerge from your room, you look lovely. He really wonders how you always look so good. But a little part inside him feels guilty because what he has planned may ruin your clothes slightly...

You make your way to Third Round Knockout where Zhongli had already made a reservation. The two of you sit and decide what you’ll order. He wants you to eat first before he potentially ruins your evening. Zhongli casts a glance beside him, where the young, blue haired exorcist was sitting eagerly. Zhongli previously told the exorcist his plan. The exorcist was to look like another customer for the time being until Zhongli gives the signal to begin the ritual. Zhongli would take care of keeping you in place so you don’t escape anywhere.

The two of you enjoy a lovely meal together, but you couldn’t help notice that Zhongli has been looking a little fidgety the entire time.

“Are you okay? You’ve been acting suspicious all evening.” You say, finishing your last mouthful of dessert.

Zhongli exhales and opens his eyes to meet yours. He looks very guilty. “I’m sorry for this, but it’s to help you.”

Before you could question what he meant by that, a stone structure had snapped around your waist and arms, keeping you in place. It wasn’t so tight that you couldn’t breath, but you certainly couldn’t go anywhere either.

“Zhongli, what?!”

“Chongyun,” He says. A blue haired youth in white attire jumps up from his chair and quickly summons six talismans in a hexagon, which then fly out towards you.

Everyone else in the surrounding area looks at you. There you were with a stone containment and talismans attached to your head.

“Evil spirit be purged!” The exorcist slams his fist onto his palm and the talismans all quickly dissipate. With a harrowing scream from an unknown source, a weight feels like it’s been lifted off your shoulders.

“Wow! That was my first proper exorcism!” The boy exclaims. An exorcism? You were being haunted?

“What?!” You suddenly cry out. People suddenly look over in your direction.

“Ah, so my theory was correct,” Zhongli says to himself. “It was a malicious spirit following you around.”

“A ghost?”

“Yes. It was quite a potent one too. It managed to resist my pure yang energy enough to not run off in my presence,” The exorcist happily explains. “I don’t know how it got attached to you, but that should be the end of whatever harm it was causing you. Very well, I’d best be on my way now. My services are free of charge!” He says as a final note and walks off, barely containing his excitement of his first proper exorcism.

“Oh thank the gods, I forgot to pay him,” Zhongli mutters under his breath.

“Can you let me go now?” You ask.

“Oh! Yes, right. My apologies.” With a wave of his hand, your rocky constraints dissolve back into the earth.

“Right... Now what the hell was that?”

“I suppose I do owe you an explanation. It wasn’t fair of me to do something without your knowledge, but I had enlisted that exorcist on the chance that there was a ghost causing your abhorrent luck. Such events simply aren’t natural... But it turns out it was true. I’m very sorry for doing all this behind your back. I just don’t want you to eventually get hurt one day. The circumstances you could find yourself in could be perilous, and I don’t want to see the one I love suffer so often. It feels selfish since you didn’t want to do anything, but—“

You cut off Zhongli by placing a finger on his lips. “You don’t need to apologize so much. Thank you for looking out for me. It means a lot to me.” You pull him into a hug. The poor guy looked sad from guilt, so you have to show him he’s not in trouble. “But I won’t be able to have anymore crazy stories.”

“I think you’ve had enough for a life time for now.” He replies.

[duckugou]

the blood on our hands

bakugou x gn!reader

aged up!

cw: a n g s t as hell. comfort. cursing, mentions of drinking, smoking, etc. alluding to depression and anxiety. dealing with trauma of missions and losing people. a ton of mentions of blood

this is a heavy topic in the hero universe i imagine- and generally in the mental health world of it all.

lyrics are from purple flowers by ande estrella which hold a very important meaning that has nothing to do with this- they just worked with the story. But fr go listen to it bc its so good.

come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in! Requests are open!!

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reality is heavy and loud

Spacing out was more than being distracted to Y/n. Being a young hero meant stressful situations, overbearing management, tight spaces, stuffy meetings, and so much... blood. It takes a toll on a young person. Of course they wanted to be a hero- wouldn't chose anything else. They grin and bear this shit for a reason- to save and help people.

But god, who saves the heros?

but white has the privilege of washing machines to wash out the stains from their comfortable jeans

Some nights, after wrap-up meetings, everything was a bit too heavy. The usual group of friends and young heroes would choose someone's house to go to in order to destress.

For some, that was smoking. For some, it was drinking, video games, napping, venting, sitting outside alone yet with company. And for some it was merely listening to everyone else.

Not having to make a decision. Not having to be responsible. That's what y/n picked every time.

Bakugou would always notice them alone in the corner of the room. They were the one to come up with destress gatherings after hard missions. Bakugou knew it was so they wouldn't be alone with their thoughts. That's why he would always step in at times like as get them to talk, so those thoughts dont stay trapped in their head.

"Hey." Bakugou muttered, sitting on the floor next to y/n in Denkis apartment.

"Hey."

"You good, dude?" Bakugou asked with genuine concern.

He was always a bit nicer to Y/n. Nobody knew why, yet everyone knew why. They both were fragile and chose to hide it during the day, being strong around others to not raise red flags.

"I'm okay...just. That one was bad. I almost lost that kid. Like she almost fucking- died in my arms." Y/n choked out.

"Hey hey hey, its okay. You got her to the ambulance in time. You did that shit. You always do. You're the best in the game at comforting little twerps." Bakugou attempted to comfort them- somewhat succeeding and holding their head against his chest.

One time, Y/n mentioned that they held kids against their chest during rescues to calm their heartbeat. "If you listen to a calmer heartbeat, you're more likely to try to match it and slow your own down." Of course you wouldn't think Y/n would be able to have a calm heartbeat during a rescue, but they are very talented at controlling their nerves. Part of being a hero.

wiping the blood off their hands to their thighs, wearing the blood of the people who've died

Y/n subconsciously calmed down a bit, Bakugou's ability to remember every word that drips off of Y/n's lips paying off.

"I know. I just can't stop...thinking about everyone I've- we've lost. Its so unfair."

"I know. Hey, you have- uh. Lets go to the bathroom." Bakugou noticed a smudge of blood on Y/n's face and a bit on their hands. Cleaning up was the last thing on their mind earlier on.

"Ok."

Taking each other's hands, they walked into the bathroom. Bakugou sat Y/n on the counter, turning on the sink and grabbing a cloth.

"O-oh god. Thats fucking blood. I thought I washed my h-hands." Y/n began panicking, causing Bakugou to put their hands under the water with soap, washing it all off for them.

Tears mixed with the water from the sink and Bakugou stayed silent. Wiping their face, Bakugou looked into Y/n's eyes. These two have just always known.

They know what people can hide. What secret messages the body language of a person can hold. And he let them grip onto the back of his shirt as he held them in his arms, Y/n not being able to cry anymore and just breathing in his scent from his shoulder.

but dont let the purple flowers fool you

"Listen. We're going to get through this one. I know its hard on you- all of the families involved. But you- we saved them. We're all here for each other right? I'm here for you." Bakugou pulls Y/n back a little to look into their eyes. "You are the strongest one here. I know it fucking hurts. I know it is so...scary-" He sniffles a little, letting his own emotions take over. Something only he did when they were alone together. "- but we're heroes. And human. We are allowed to feel pain and sadness and disappointment- but we're heroes for a reason, right? We can handle this shit."

"I know we can. We always have. Just... promise you'll never leave me?"

"Youre so stupid. I've been more careful lately." He scoffs, wiping tears from his face. He of course knew that Y/n was referring to a few weeks ago when Bakugou got too caught up in the mission and was almost crushed by debris. He was pulled away in time by a fellow hero but it still opened his eyes, as well as Y/n, to how fragile they are, even if they are the heroes.

"I know Kats, but please. You're my rock in here. You're my person." Y/n says looking into his eyes.

"And you're my person. I can't leave you behind. You wouldn't know what to do without me here." Bakugou chuckles, earning a shove from Y/n.

"Katsuki." Y/n starts, holding his hands in their own.

"Yeah." He sighs.

"I don't speak lightly of feelings, you know that right?"

"Of course I know that. You don't talk much about those to anyone-"

"Except you." They interrupt Bakugou, reminding him of the importance of their unspoken bond and making his heart race.

"Yeah."

"Then you'll know how hard it is for me to say this. But- Katsuki I think I love you. I know we aren't super affectionate outside of being alone but- I've never felt what I feel with you before. I understand if you don't feel the same way and if this was all just because you felt bad but I needed to tell you that because you're really important and this is very import-"

Bakugou, in the most cliche turn of events, cuts Y/n off with a kiss to shut them up.

Pulling away, Bakugou rests his forehead on Y/n's .

"I love you too. I thought that was obvious when I never stopped you from saying my first name, idiot." He chuckles lightly.

"I kinda figured you at least liked me-"

"I'm going to keep you safe forever. That means physically and emotionally. No more hiding any feelings from me just because there are people around. Pull me aside. Hold me if you need or want to- I dont care if the whole world sees that. But just- fuck Y/n. I know you feel fragile. I know what it's like to be scared and hide it. I'm your diary now, ok? Always."

"Thank you...Katsuki. Fuck. You're everything I've ever needed. Plus youre kinda cute too I suppose." Y/n giggles.

"Oi fuck off." Bakugou kisses them again, relieved that he can finally be himself with Y/n, that he has them finally.

"I'm your diary too them, okay? I mean it. Anything, any time, say the word." Y/n says lightly, squeezing Bakugou's hand.

"Fuck. I love you."

"I love you too. I love how that sounds coming from you by the way."

"Me the fuck too-" Bakugou was interrupted by a loud yelling-

"I GOTTA PISSSSSS" followed by banging on the door.

"MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T DRINK SO FAST THEN LIGHT WEIGHT!" Bakugou responds, recognizing the voice of Denki.

"DONT MAKE FUN OF MEEEE I'LL LAUGH AND PEE MYSELF" Denki whined.

"Let's go, angel." Bakugou whispers into Y/n's hair, kissing them on the head and helping them off of the counter.

[hockeywhhores]

it’s a love hate kind of thing- Q. Hughes

Quinn Hughes x f!Reader

warning~ angsty as hell, swearing, miscommunications 

summary~ You have to quarantine with the Hughes family, and you finally get to know why Quinn started to hate you. 

genre~ enemies to lovers, angsty to fluff

word count~ 2.9K 

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You don’t even remember how you became friends with Jack and Luke Hughes. Though, it was how most people became friends. You met Jack in highschool where you had a couple of classes, and mutual friends. From there you grew closer to the middle brother and soon met his brothers. Quinn was what you considered being your friend, but only for six months. Until he just stopped talking to you entirely. Luke had always been a genuine friend. When Quinn just stopped being your friend, it threw you through a loop. Was it something you did? What did you even do? Jack and Luke were there to say that he was just their older brother being an asshat, but you were still wary. You had the biggest crush on him from the moment you met him, and it really hurt when he stopped talking to you without an explanation.

You had no time to dwell on the past, as you were now in college. Jack had made it to the big leagues, and Luke was projected to follow suit. If anyone asked Ellen, she would say that you were at their house more than you were at your own dorm. Ellen didn’t even mind the company. You were teaching Luke how to cook proper meals, so he could be more self-efficient than his brothers. But then coronavirus hit. Hockey was canceled, they sent home the players, and colleges closed their doors. Ellen gladly let you stay at the Hughes’ household, while you waited for the dorms to reopen. The worst part of this deal was that Quinn was also coming home. You decided to just stay out of his way, but that was going to be hard with how close the brothers were.

“Y/n you want to go roller skate with us?” Jack was yelling at you from the living room, while you were making yourself some iced tea in the kitchen. Before you could respond, you heard Quinn. You weren’t sure if he didn’t want you to hear it or if he did.

“Dude, why did you invite her?”

Ouch.

“No thanks, Jack. I think I’m going to help your mom reorganize the cleaning closet.” you semi-lied. You had wanted to go play street hockey with them, but you really weren’t in the mood to listen to Quinn insult you.

“Come on! Please y/n!” Luke was now trying to convince you. The guys now moved in the kitchen where you were still making your drink.

“I think your mom is going to need some help to clean the closets.” you tried to push the looks they were giving you out of your head. Quinn looked disgusted. Jack and Luke were trying to give you puppy eyes.

“Oh, y/n you don’t have to help me. Go play with the guys.” It shocked you when you heard Ellen’s voice coming into the kitchen. Now you really didn’t have an excuse to not go. Jack and Luke high fives and started cheering.

“Thank you mom!” you heard Jack cheer out. You didn’t dare look at Quinn. You knew he had to have a look of disappointment. “Well, come on!” Jack grabbed your arm and dragged you outside.

Rollerblading was not your forte. You were so much better at ice skating, and Quinn never let you forget that as you tried to stop by turning your foot. Quinn also bumped into you hard, but you said nothing. You didn’t want to give me another thing to critic you about. Jack was on your team, and Luke was on Quinn’s team. Jack voiced out that it wasn’t fair, because you haven’t been playing hockey your whole life.

“You wanted me to come play with you guys.” you shrugged out and heard Quinn’s scoff.

“I told you guys not to invite her.” Quinn never missed a beat with the insults. You rolled your eyes, and started passing that puck to Luke, who was across from you.

“Lets just play.” Luke became the voice of reason, between Jack and Quinn’s argument, about being nicer to you.

Everyone knew the Hughes brothers were competitive, so you tried to stay out of the way of their sticks. You were just staying towards the designated spot for the goal until you heard your phone go off. You knew they wouldn’t care about you going to pick it up. Skating over to the garage where you left it, you noticed it was your friend Will that was calling you.

“Hey Will!” you cheered into your phone. Getting the attention of the guys. You just waved them off as you sat down on the floor.

“Hey y/n! I was wondering if you could give me some tips for online dating.” Will asked you squeamishly.

“I haven’t dated in years. I don’t know if I’m going to be any help.” you admitted.

“I know, but you are great at starting conversations. I just want some tips on how to be more outgoing, I guess.”  

“Just start by asking about their interests, and then just fine common ground. Your set after that.” you explained. “Don’t be afraid they’re just another human being.”

“I don’t want to text first, but I don’t think she wants to either,” he confessed. “Before I go, how is the Hughes family treating you? Quinn still being a dick?”

“Yeah, but nothing I’m not used to from him. Aside from that, everything is going great. We were just playing street hockey, before you called.”

“Well, this was just going to be a quick call, but we should talk more later.”

“Yeah, totally! Bye! Remember, she is just another human being.” you explain one last time.

“I will! Bye!” You clicked off the phone and were met with three eyes watching you. You got up from the ground and skated back to them.

“What?” you asked, curious why they were just staring at you.

“Who were you talking to?” Luke jokingly poked you, with his eyebrows going up and down.

“Not that it’s any of you guys' business, but I was talking to my friend Will.”

“Who’s Will?” Jack asked, genuinely curious.

“Probably just some else she’s fucked.” Quinn mumbled under his breath.

“Actually, no, he isn’t. He’s a friend that goes to my college, and he wanted some advice on how to talk to a girl he has been going after.” you were beyond pissed at Quinn now. Usually he just stuck to the insults about how terrible you were at hockey, or how he doesn’t want you around, but calling you a slut was crossing the line. “I’m done playing. See you inside.” was the last thing you said before you quickly took off the rollerblades, and went inside, without looking back at the guys.

“What the hell, Quinn” Jack yelled at his brother. “That was so not cool.”

“Yeah. Why the hell did you think you could say something like that to y/n. She has been nothing, but nice to you and you are being a total asshole to her.” Quinn just shook his head. He didn’t even know why he said that, but he would not be scolded by his younger brothers. Without giving them an explanation, he went back inside as well. As Quinn walked past your ‘room’ he could hear you crying. What he said was harsh, but not as harsh as you when you supposedly hooked up with his teammate, while you were talking to him.

Quinn was getting into the talking stage with you, and things were going good. You would send him good luck text before his games, and he would text you/hang out with you whenever he could. Until he had heard his teammate, James, talking about how good you were in bed. Quinn even came to your rescue saying how they shouldn’t talk about you like that, but when James told him when you had hooked up with him, he couldn't stand being around you. He was heartbroken. Quinn thought he did everything right. You were close with his entire family, and he tried to give you as much as he could, but you chose James. After that he wanted nothing to do with you and thought if he just insulted you enough you would leave him and his brother’s alone. But Jack and Luke liked you too much to let you stop being their friend. Quinn never told his brothers what made him hate you, because it wasn’t his business who you slept with. That still doesn't mean that he was going to continue giving his whole heart to you, while you slept with other people.

Dinner was awkward. No one really knew what to say. You had left your room in an enormous pair of sweatpants, a shirt that was a bit too big, and puffy, red eyes. Your hair was in a bun, and you weren’t really into talking. Quinn felt as if he should apologize, but didn’t really know what to say. He knew he hurt you, but you also hurt him. After you finished your plate, you thanked Ellen and went back to your room. Jack and Luke were quick to follow you, leaving Quinn and his mom together.

“What happened between you two? I thought you two were going to finally get into a relationship, but here you are. You are making her cry, and she can’t even look at you anymore. Doesn’t that make you sad?” Ellen questioned her oldest son.

“I thought we were going to become exclusive as well, but then she went behind my back, and slept with James Fisher. It does make me sad. I was so sure that we had mutual feelings, but I was just someone for her to play with.” This was the first time Quinn has ever told anyone why he disliked you so much.

“Have you talked to her about it? I trusted nothing that came out of that kid's mouth.” Ellen quizzed her son. “You both deserve answers.” with that she cleared her plate and started cleaning the kitchen. Quinn knew she was right, but he doubted that you even wanted to talk to him. Yet, He went to find you.

Quinn found you in your room with his brothers. He heard the laughs and the chirps before he even was close to the door. He lightly tapped on the door, making it swing open more and revealed him.

“What do you want, Quinn?” you demanded, voice as cold as ice. Jack and Luke were just looking at him.

“I wanted to talk to you. I owe you an apology.” he explained. It surprised you; Quinn never apologized for his insults. “Can I talk to you? Alone.” After you nodded, his brothers jumped up from sitting on the floor and left.

“Are you going to come in?” you asked him, pointing at the chair in the far corner. He just nodded and closed the door. He sat in the chair and just started talking.

“I wanted to say sorry for the comment I said earlier.”

“Why did you even think to say something like that?” you challenged him.

“Because that was what happened with James.” Quinn said seriously. “I thought we had something going on, and then you go and sleep around with my teammate. I don’t care what you do with your body, but you had to do it while we were talking. I was putting everything into getting our relationship started and you really thought sleeping with James was better. I was just a game to you. God dammit y/n, I loved you.” Quinn just confessed everything. He couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“I never slept with James.” you mumbled. “He made that all up just because I wouldn’t sleep with him. You weren’t just a game. I fell in love with you too. I still am, but if you just asked me, you would’ve known that I did not sleep with James. James is an egotistical asshole who lied to everyone.” you explained in a claim voice. You had tears in your eyes, and you saw some in his as well. Lightly patting the spot on the bed next to you; Quinn promptly moved next to you. Right when he sat down next to you; you pushed yourself into his arms, pulling him into a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry that you thought I was just playing you.” You cried into his shoulder.

“No. No. No. This is all my fault I should’ve just asked you. I’m so sorry y/n. I truly am a dick.” Quinn was playing with your hair while you hugged, and you just sank deeper into his arms.

That night was different for everyone. When a movie was put on, you and Quinn weren’t insulting each other. You guys were actually sitting next to each other, holding hands, and even sharing a blanket. Things weren’t great between you too, but things were better. The night was peaceful.

The next day, the sun was shining, and you needed to get outside and experience it. You put on your tanning swimsuit and laid out on the lawn, while the guys were playing street hockey. They really couldn’t get enough hockey. You giggle every time, one brother chirped the other.

“You want to play y/n?” Quinn asked you, when you started coughing after laughing so hard at something Jack called Quinn

“Oh, I don’t think so.” you barely got out. Turning around so you could your back under the sun. You felt Quinn’s eyes on your body, and you looked over at him and gave him a wink and a genuine smile. You were happy. You felt as if you belonged.

“Come on, babe, come help me show these dorks up.” Quinn pleaded with you. The pet name rolled off his tongue without him even knowing he said it.

“I mean, you asked so nicely.” You joked with him as you got up and grabbed your rollerblades.

“Yay! I call y/n!” Quinn cheered out so loudly that you were sure the entire block heard him. You laughed and grabbed that shortest stick you could find. Skating over to the boys while they were standing around waiting for you to get closer, you got close enough and stole it from where Luke had it steady. You shot it towards the mini net they had, and surprisingly it went in!

“Oh my god! Y/n just did that!” Jack shouted out in disbelief

“Hell yeah, she did!” Quinn countered and pulled you into his arms. The swim suit you were wearing was supportive enough for you to play, but still showed enough skin to tan in. Feeling his hand on your bare waist took your breath away. You turned and smiled at him.

“Aren’t you glad you picked me.” you chirped at him.

“I’m never not going to pick you.” Quinn declared, looking straight into your eyes. You made the first move and pulled him into a kiss. The kiss was one of love and pining. The kiss was making up for all the ones that were missed.

“Hey lovebirds! Get a room!” you heard Jack yell out from behind you.

“Dude, shut up.” Luke told Jack for you and Quinn. You were the one that broke up the kiss due to you smiling too hard. Resting your forehead against his with your arms still on him, trying not to roll away, and his touch still burning your skin.

“Do you want to try this again?” Quinn asked you nervously.

“I would love to try this again.” you professed. He pecked your lips and then briskly pulled away.

“She said yes! Y/n is going to be my girlfriend!” Quinn shouted so loudly that you were now sure that the entire block heard him.

“Finally!” you heard Jack and Luke applauded.

Quinn and you slept well that night, tangled up in each other's arms. Everything was going to be fine. You woke to Quinn drawing feather-light shapes on the back of your upper arms, and the smell of pancakes filling the house.

“I’ve always dreamed about what it would be like to wake up with you in my arms.” he admitted.

“So have I, but now we don’t have to dream anymore.” you grinned at him.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

“Probably, but you could always say it again.” you playfully countered him.

“You are the most gorgeous woman. I have ever met.” Quinn proclaimed. You leaned up and kissed him. Letting everything out. Crawling on top of him, with your knees on both of his sides. You passionately kissed him. Quinn kissed you back with the same amount of passion and then started pulling up your shirt.

“EWW! My eyes!!” Luke’s voice rang out through the entire house. You promptly pulled down your shirt and jumped off of Quinn. “Mom! You’re going to have to watch these sinners.” Luke continued to run around the whole yelling.

“Be quiet, Luke, I’ve been waiting too long for those two to get together.” Ellen’s voice rang out after Lukes. Quinn blushed, and you did as well.

“Well, then.” Quinn said into the awkward air. You then just bursted out laughing, and soon he was joining in.

“What would we do without your brothers?” you chirped.

“We would probably get some peace.” Quinn countered, and you nodded your head in agreement.

“Let’s go get some pancakes! We can finish what we started when they all find something to do far, far away.” you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“I can’t wait to take you back to Vancouver with me.” he confessed. You only smiled at him, but he knew that was what you wanted as well.

finished 

[babysubinnie]

love or hate, but more hate. // mark lee

🥦 pairing:: mark lee x reader 🥦 genre:: fluff, angst, emotional, ceo!mark, ceo!reader 🥦 words:: 2.7k (i’m so proud of this one tho??) 🥦 summary:: after years of being friends with mark, the fact that he was leaving without saying goodbye, pissed you off. now that 7 years have passed and everyone has taken over everyone’s dad’s company, and mark is finally back. what the hell is going to go down?

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“he’s leaving?” i shot my head up at hyuck when he told me that mark was leaving. there was always a chance to tell mark that i loved him. that it was always him. that there was nothing in this world that i loved more than i did him. but now i could never tell him how i felt and that was my fault. i was screwed. 

“i’m sorry y/n. i wish i told you earlier but i couldn’t. i had an interview to go-”

“shut up hyuck it doesn’t matter right now.” i stood up as quickly as i could before racing to the airport. i knew he said he was going to go to vancouver to finally take over his dad’s company but i never knew it was this soon. 

the three of us, hyuck, mark and i grew up together since the age of 5 in somewhat of a big bubble. we were constantly surrounded by people that told us what their recent purchase of the week was or what they were going to go buy in the future. we frankly didn’t care but when we met for the first time? we clicked just like that because of the fact that we didn’t want to be here. all three of our dads owned a company, and the three of them were always together. they would spend time together all the time, just like the three of us.

hyuck had already slowly taken over his father’s company but me? i was the last one of the trio to do it, which of course hasn’t happened yet. i wish it did because i was more than ready.

when i got to the airport, my heart was beating faster than anything else. i thought that my heart would stop beating if i didn’t see mark go. i needed to see mark before he left but why did it hurt that he didn’t even tell me? i knew that he would leave, i knew it would happen, but not like this. i got a call from hyuck and i hesitated to pick up the phone.

“y/n, why didn’t you tell him when you had the chance?” he groaned into the phone and tears filled my eyes as i ran around the airport trying to find him before stopping in the middle to yell at hyuck. 

“fuck you hyuck. i would have told him if i fucking knew this was the last time i would fucking see him okay?” i yelled back at him then started running again with the phone to my ear.

“y/n i’m sorry. i’m so fuck-” i hung up the minute i heard him say he was sorry to me. i couldn’t have this conversation with him while i was trying to find the love of my life. i started searching the entire airport for him and nothing. i ran to the gate that he always took us to, and his plane was getting ready to close the door. i screamed and their body guards saw me. they stopped everything and let me run onto the plane. 

“mark you can’t leave.” i shook my head with tears rolling down my face as i stood in the middle of the plane panting like a dog. i may have been able to stop him in time, but i don’t know if it was going to change anything.

“angel?” he stood up so fast running over to me wrapping his arms around my waist. he was the only one on the plane, with his personal body guard but he was basically alone. i knew his body guard wouldn’t say anything to mark’s dad but still the fact that i caught mark at the right time, made me over the moon. 

“hi min.” i smiled at him putting my hand through his hair because i knew how much he liked it. he rest his forehead onto mine before pulling away to look me in the eye. 

“you can’t leave me. what about hyuck?” i looked down then up into his eyes putting both arms around his shoulders. he pulled me towards him basically telling me that i couldn’t do anything to stop it even if he wanted to stay. 

“i’m so sorry angel. i have to go but i will be back before you know it. i promise.” 

before i knew it? was seven years before i knew it? i had taken over my dad’s company for three years, was matched to get married to someone although it wasn’t donghyuck, i dealt with it. donghyuck? the two of us stayed next to each other the whole time. he helped me through the entire process, and i helped him whenever he needed it.

the thing is, as the years went by, and we saw mark being successful, we started to hate him. he never came back to visit and he had all the time in the world and he loved to show it.  

“hi baby!” donghyuck started calling me a thousand nicknames when mark had left just to fill the hole and the fact that no one was there to call me that anymore. he was giggly when he sat down in front of my desk, and then propped his head up on my desk. 

“hyuck i’m so stressed about this press release help.” i looked down slamming down the papers that were in my hands when hyuck started giggling again. he picked up the papers i put down and stood up reading it. he was the biggest help i could ever ask for. 

“yes of course i’ll help you my love.” he laughed rolling his eyes sitting down in my chair when i stood up to look out the window. i looked down when i heard a knock at the door. 

“yeah? what?” i was pressing the bridge of my nose when i heard it, and i looked up to shout out the door. 

“you could be nicer to your assistant you know?” hyuck looked up from the papers before shooting a glare at me from the desk. i laughed telling her nicely to come in. 

“you both have a guest.” she smiled hearing the conversation that i had with hyuck. i told her to let whoever the guest was in, before looking down at the papers with donghyuck. 

“i’m glad you two are still joined at the hips.” we shot our heads up when we heard the voice. i wanted to hurt him. i wanted to scream at him. but i couldn’t. i wanted to cry. but i knew if i did, it would seem like i cared. at this point, i couldn’t care less.

“oh look what the cat dragged in. i didn’t know the person who completely abandoned us would have the guts to come back. ” i scoffed rolling my eyes before sitting on the chair once he stood up. donghyuck scoffed then looked down at me telling me that everything would be okay. 

“i didn’t mean to. i swear. i just got busy.” he did look guilty, but no calls, no texts, no nothing and he said he was busy? he didn’t talk to us at all. mark cut us out of his life.

“what? fucking say that ag-” as i started freaking out at him, the door got pushed open, and in walked the girl that i had always wanted to look like. the girl i always wanted to be like. well all until i met her.

“mark you didn’t wait for me!” she was perfect from head to toe, but i expected her personality to be bad. and was i right? yes. she was a complete bitch, but she didn’t show that to mark. of course he didn’t know.

“sorry angel. i wanted to see my friends-” that fucking name. that fucking nickname. i looked down shaking my head biting my lip not knowing what to do but scream at him. hyuck pulled me to stand up before wrapping his arms around me tightly. he knew what that nickname meant to me. 

it all went back to when we were kids. the first time that he saved me from the bullies in kindergarten, he asked me if he was okay, and that was the first time he called me angel. i pulled away from hyuck turning around to face mark. he kept his hand on my waist, reassuring me that he was there for me.

“do you even deserve to call us that?” i screamed at him trying to lower the attitude because we had a guest. this girl was scoffing while i was yelling at him. i looked her up and down in disbelief when i realized that she thought she was part of this little fight. donghyuck moved in front of me trying to stop me from doing anything that i would regret.

“and who the fuck do you think you are scoffing like that?” i pushed donghyuck out of the way before i walked over to her. she glared at me while i walked up to her, but when i glanced at mark, he was cursing at me with his eyes. 

“both of you, get out.” i scoffed in disbelief when i saw that mark was now pissed off at me. i didn’t care, at all what he thought.

i watched them walk out before covering my face as tears rushing down my face. donghyuck ran over to me so fast that i could barely do anything before he picked me up wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me close to him. 

“i’m sorry.” 

“hi dad!” i ran in throwing my arms around his shoulders and he laughed with donghyuck’s dad when hyuck did the same thing. this party was one of the normal ones, the snobby people, the annoying girls that always hit on haechan, blah blah. our dad’s were not the type of guys that were snobby people because of money but our moms were.

“y/n. we are surrounded by a thousand of your fathers investors. behave.” she scoffed taking a sip of her champagne before i turned to look at donghyuck. he laughed at me and when we started walking away, mark and that girl walked in. 

“who’s the girl?” my mom glanced up at me from her seat and i scoffed shrugging. i rolled my eyes and sat on the ledge of her seat, to which she handed me a glass of champagne. before i knew it, mark was walking over here to say hi to his dad, my dad, and hyuck’s dad. when we were sitting there waiting for him to introduce his friend, he made eye contact with me, i couldn’t look away. there was something about it. 

“who’s your friend minhyung?” mark’s dad asked him and mark looked away from me then looked at her. 

“this is irene.” he was hesitant to say they were dating. i knew that he was. he had a small glint in his eye saying that he didn’t want to say it. donghyuck and i shared eye contact before looking back at mark. mark’s dad looked up at me wondering if i was okay. i nodded telling him that i was fine regardless if he was dating her or not. 

“are you guys dating?” he asked after nodding at me, then glancing up at mark. he reluctantly nodded which caused her to step forward to introduce herself. 

“hi! i’m irene, mark’s girlfriend. it’s so lovely to meet all of you! and omg! you’re here too y/n!” she smiled while scanning the room until she made eye contact with me. she smirked then put her arm around mark’s pressing a kiss to his cheek. i laughed fakely before standing up to walk away. i was walking away when i heard mark excuse his self. 

“excuse me for just a second.” 

i walked over to the bar again to get something to drink when i realized mark was next to me. he turned around to face the party when i was facing the bar. he leaned over to whisper, 

“meet me over there in ten seconds. we need to talk.” before i could object, he was walking off to the corner of the party. i followed him after ten seconds in the direction he walked. i didn’t know where he went but before i knew it, he had me pinned against the wall with his eyes piercing into mine. 

“hi.” i bit my lip and he smiled. everything i waited for in this moment, was to tell him that i loved him. to tell him that everything in the world didn’t matter except for him. 

“hi angel.” he put his hand on my cheek before staring at me for what seemed like hours. i put my head against the wall telling myself to knock it off, even if i was two seconds away from making my dream come true, but no. i had to knock out of it. 

“mark, no. you’re not allowed to call me that anymore. not unless you’re calling that girl that.” i shook my head pushing him away from me, before starting to walk away from him just to stop myself from doing or saying anything wrong. 

“angel i’m sorry. i’m sorry for leaving you behind. i’m sorry for everything.” he shook his head biting his lip when he was holding my wrist. i pushed him off and walked outside to the balcony. he grabbed my wrist again and i glanced at his hand, then at him. 

“no. i can’t mark. i can’t fucking do this. you know why? because i fucking love you. okay? i love you so much that i can’t do anything about this because you have a girlfriend. i’m mad at you because you left us when i could have told you how much i loved you. i’m mad at you because you didn’t even let me tell you that. i’m-” i just confessed everything. i just told him everything about how i felt and that was not even the end of it. but i told him the truth. 

“stop.”

“no, i’m mad at you because you-” i started going off at him again before he put his hands on both of my cheeks before looking me straight in the eye. 

“i told you to stop, angel.” he pressed his lips to mine moving his arms around my waist pulling me close to him. when he pulled away, he smiled at me like i was his favorite thing in the entire world.

“i love you, so goddamn much.”

“mark?” that screeching voice. that voice i wanted to rip out of her goddamn body. i wanted to kill her for ruining this goddamn moment. 20 years for this moment, and this bitch ruined it.

“god fucking son of a bitch.” mark mumbled under his breath while i laughed at his response for irene just showing up out of no where. he kept one arm around my waist while putting his other hand in his pocket.

“you’re cheating on me with this bitch?” she scoffed looking me up and down before i laughed under my breath. i looked down then looked back up to her. i was going to go at her throat, but i couldn’t. 

“nothing to say huh? i’ve known him for longer than five months so don’t you even bother.” she giggled with so much fake in her voice that made me want to hurt her even more. 

“oh? i see. mark i’m sorry i must be wrong about this. we shouldn’t be together.” i winked at him when i turn my back towards her. i hugged him fakely while he continued to act with me. 

“we’ve been together for too long. we can’t risk anything else.” he shook his head resting his forehead against mine. she smirked from behind us and i turned around to laugh at her. mark put his arms around my waist, back hugging me and i smirked back at her.

“is 20 years too short min? i think it is to be honest. five months should be longer right?” i laughed looking away from her then looked back at her. i rolled my eyes then turned around to face him again. 

“fuck the both of you.” she turned on her heels and walked off, and fast. i looked at mark smiling brightly at him, looking down then up at him. he pressed a kiss to my forehead, my nose, then my lips. before i knew it, we were making out on the balcony, with nothing to stop us. 

“20 years and you’re finally mine. it’s about god damn time.” 

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Sweet Pea//my only sunshine

Request: Hello good morning, afternoon or night depending on the place you are from❤ I love your work👅 Could you do a headcanon of Sweet Pea dating a sweet, shy and pure girl?? Please??? Love you❤

hey!! i hope you like this!! and i hope you’re all having a lovely day/night! also, sorry if you’re name is sandy...this one isn’t for you. she was the only sweet/shy/pure girl i could think of. 

- As soon as he meets you 

- He doesn’t like you

- Its the first day at Riverdale Hell High

- He’s surrounded by Northsiders 

- And one look at you

- He knows you’re the definition of  n o r t h s i d e r 

- You’re more like Betty Cooper, than Betty Cooper

- You’re too kind and sweet to be considered anything other than: 

- 1: a psycho 

- Or

- 2: a serial killer 

- All kind smiles

- And bright eyes that make whoever looks into them feel safe 

- Right now 

- You look more like you’re welcoming literal angels into heaven 

- Than gang members into a school

- After Veronica’s speech 

- During which you would chime in with enthusiastic ‘yeahs!’ 

- And Sweet Pea knows you’re going to be eaten alive 

- You might be able to get away with being sweet, shy and pure around northsiders

- But if you’re like that when southsiders are around 

- You won’t last five minutes 

- It doesn’t matter whose territory you’re on

- When everyone is sent away after the almost fight 

- You manage to catch him before he gets to class 

- He doesn’t really know where he’s going 

- But he doesn’t care

- This whole thing is bullshit anyway

- He wants to punch something

- And he wants to see Fangs and Toni

- Both of which seem to have gotten separated from him

- So now he’s alone 

- To everyone else he looks absolutely terrifying

- But there’s something about him that catches your eye 

- He looks...not scared, maybe nervous 

- So you scramble to find an excuse to talk to him 

- You know the serpents aren’t going to want to talk to anybody unless there’s a reason 

- So you grab the first leaflet you see and jog after him 

- You catch his jacket and you swear you’ve never seen anybody turn around quicker 

- One arm already raised and in a fist 

- The other pining you to a locker 

- He quickly lets go of you and drops his fist when he see’s who he’s about to punch 

- But the scowl on his face doesn’t go away 

- Even more so, when he glares at all of the people that have surrounded the two of you

- Its a mix of northsiders and southsiders 

- But for the first time ever, you think the northsiders have the upper ground

- So you send them a look and they leave you two alone 

- Something Sweet Pea is secretly relieved about 

- This place may suck

- But he doesn’t want to be kicked out on his first day

- Mainly because Toni and Fangs would still be here

- You’re only a little bit terrified 

- (You’re actually a lot terrified but thats not the point) 

- ‘what.’ He huffs, looking at the floor

- ‘oh.’ You clear your throat and smooth your outfit out. ‘i thought this would be something you’re interested in.’ 

- You smile brightly at him while handing him the leaflet 

- And your fingers brush past each other 

- Its only for a few seconds 

- But it starts something that lasts a lifetime 

- Both of you just don’t know that...yet

- Anyway

- He looks between it and you

- Before his scowl worsens 

- ‘is this a joke?’ 

- ‘huh?’ 

- ‘you gave me a leaflet for cheerleading’ 

- ‘what?’ Your eyes widen as you look down at the paper. ‘oh. sorry. that was the wrong thing. but, you could try out for it if you want.’ 

- ‘do you want to be shoved in a locker instead of against one this time?’ He replies and backs you even more into the cold metal 

- ‘do we go to school in the 90′s? because that insult sure sounded like it.’ 

- You can’t believe you actually said that 

- Never in your life have you ever said anything like that 

- You’ve had no need to

- Everybody is always really nice to you

- But your lips moved before you even had a chance to realize what was happening 

- And now you’re definitely going to get punched 

- But he doesn’t 

- In fact, you’re sure you see the corners of his lips turn up into a smile 

- But he suppresses it before it gets any further

- Instead muttering a ‘leave me alone sandy’ 

- ‘my name isn’t sandy.’ 

- ‘whatever!’ 

- The next time you see each other 

- Is when you’re talking to Jughead and Betty 

- Its been a week since the serpents started 

- And they’ve been avoiding everybody as much as possible 

- But today they decide to brave the school cafeteria 

- So once they spot Jones, they all gather around his table 

- You pull your attention away from the conversation you’re having with Betty and soon as you see a shadow looming over the three of you 

- As soon as you look up

- A bright smile appears on your face as you start to greet as many people as you can 

- Even offering your seat to some of them 

- They all send you confused/annoyed looks 

- Everyone but Sweet Pea 

- He’s been watching you over the past week 

- Not in a weird, creepy way 

- More in a curious way 

- Because you’re so different from anybody he has ever met 

- And you’re just so nice to everyone 

- He honestly doesn’t know how you do it 

- Because you talk to everyone you see

- And you’re always smiling 

- He’s never seen you with anything but a smile on your face 

- Apart from when you’re concentrating in class and your tongue sticks out just a little

- Which is very cute 

- There’s only a few people that he can bare to be nice to 

- But with you, it just comes naturally

- And in a weird way

- He kind of likes that about you 

- So he takes you up on your chair offer

- ‘sure sandy, if you’re offering’ He smirks down at you and you send him an unsure smile before standing up

- He’s kind of secretly sad that he didn’t get a proper smile 

- But he gets it 

- He hasn’t exactly been the nicest 

- Or most approachable person in the world.

- ‘my name is y/n’ 

- ‘okay.’ He shrugs

- He’s actually really happy he knows you’re name now! 

- The rest of the seats around the table are taken so you’re left standing awkwardly beside Betty 

- But you don’t seem fazed 

- Instead you’re trying to coax Fangs into a discussion about your History assignment 

- He doesn’t look at all interested 

- And the conversation is mainly one-sided 

- But you don’t seem to mind 

- ‘hey, northsider. if you want a seat, i’ve got one here.’ A serpent named Liam smirks as he looks at you

- The whole table goes silent 

- The serpents trying not to laugh 

- Betty and Jughead are wide-eyed 

- And Sweet Pea is just confused

- Because he barely knows anything about you 

- But he kind of wants to punch Liam in the face 

- Maybe its because Liam is always that annoying 

- Or at least thats what he’s telling himself 

- ‘oh, erm. no thank you’ You reply, you’re cheeks bright red

- ‘are you sure?’ He presses

- ‘she said no. leave her alone’ Sweet Pea chimes in and you send him a relieved smile 

- ‘i need to go’ You quickly excuse yourself and rush off

- The rest of the table goes back to normal 

- But Sweet Pea knows something was wrong 

- He may have only been stalking watching you for a week 

- But you’ve never ran away from anybody like that before 

- So he follows you out 

- And frowns when he finds you sat in an empty stairwell

- He sits beside you and you jump a little

- But you smile at him anyway 

- Only this time its sad 

- And he’s decided he doesn’t like it 

- He’d rather see Jones naked than see you smile sadly at anyone, let alone him, ever again

- ‘whats wrong sandy?’ 

- ‘my name isn’t sandy’ You roll your eyes making him laugh

- ‘liam is a dick. just ignore him’ 

- ‘i’m sure he’s nice somewhere deep down. he just hasn’t found that part of him yet’ 

- ‘do you actually believe that?’ 

- ‘yeah.’ You nod. ‘i think there’s good in everyone. Even you.’ You make sure to look him in the eye when you say the last part making him smile (and blush a little) 

- ‘whatever’ 

- ‘it just upsets me that people think they can say whatever they want to me because they know i won’t say anything that isn’t polite back’ 

- ‘you weren’t polite to me’ 

- ‘that was a mistake. i was having a bad day’ 

- ‘its not a bad thing to stand up for yourself you know. i do it all the time...maybe thats our problem.’ 

- ‘what is?’ 

- ‘well, you don’t stand up for yourself enough, i do it too much’ 

- ‘together we make a functioning human’ 

- ‘yeahhh.’ He says awkwardly. ‘i don’t think so. there are so many other parts of me that need fixing before i can be a semi-functioning human...let alone fully’ 

- ‘thats not true’ You nudge him softly 

- ‘sure its not’ He laughs. ‘maybe you need to start being a little more mean to people’ 

- ‘i don’t want to be mean to anyone. i like being kind.’ 

- ‘what if i’m mean for you’ 

- ‘thats also too mean’ 

- ‘what if i’m mean and it just so happens to be to people that aren’t very nice to you?’ He says and you send him a look. ‘okay. i won’t’ 

- He does.

- After that you two become very odd friends 

- Even if he still calls you Sandy 

- You’ve been trying to come up with a nickname for him

- And he loves it 

- Because you’re too sweet to come up with a mean nickname for him

- So instead you call him Sunshine 

- And he hates it 

- He hates it so much 

- Because every time you say it...he blushes 

- Every. Single. Time

- You continue to be sweetness and light 

- And he continues to be bitterness and dark 

- Although you are kind of having an effect on him

- Because he is a little nicer to some people 

- And Toni and Fangs have never seen him smile more than when he’s either with you or talking about you 

- He definitely likes you 

- He falls for you more and more every single day 

- Despite everything going on between the north and southside 

- But one day he just can’t help it 

- You’re talking to him 

- And you’re just so happy 

- So he goes for it 

- He’s so scared that you’re going to push him away 

- But you don’t 

- You kiss him back

- And its just as sweet as you are. 

- When you start dating its a surprise to everyone 

- Obviously 

- You are like the most opposite to each other anybody can be

- Some people think he’s been dared to ask you out 

- Others think you’ve slowly lost your mind/been brainwashed 

- And everyone else is just confused 

- At first people make snide comments 

- But they’re quickly shut up by Sweet Pea threatening them 

- And as people see that you’re actually serious about each other 

- And you kind of compliment one another 

- They slowly start to accept it

- Plus, Sweet Pea is so much nicer when you’re around 

- They start to get used to it 

- Some people even think its quite cute 

- Plus, it starts a truce between both sides 

- Like a successful Romeo and Juliet 

- Anywayyyyy

- He  l o v e s teasing you 

- Its one of his favourite things to do 

- Because its so easy to make you blush or stutter 

- And so he does it all the time 

- You get very sweet good morning texts 

- But rather dirty goodnight texts 

- Followed by a sweet one 

- And he’ll whisper in your ear when you’re talking to your friends 

- ‘that dress looks amazing on you babe’ Cue you smiling. ‘but it’ll look so much better on the floor.’ Cue you blushing like mad

- And he definitely sends inappropriate texts at inappropriate times 

- But his favourite thing is when you don’t understand what he’s just said 

- Because you’re so confused 

- And he thinks its so cute 

- He also continues to call you Sandy 

- Forever 

- But you still call him sunshine 

- Sooooo

- He also always has your back 

- If someone is being rude to you 

- He’s threatening them in a heart beat 

- ‘what the fuck did you just say to my girl?’ 

- You’re also rarely apart so if someone is mean to, they’re gonna get their ass kicked 

- But on the rare occasion that you aren’t together 

- You are all he talks about 

- Whether its relevant to what he’s doing or not

- If he’s watching a film with Toni and Fangs 

- ‘y/n would like this’ and ‘that character is like y/n! but she’s much cuter obviously’ 

- Or if they’re just hanging out and talking 

- ‘y/n once ate that...she didn’t like it’ or ‘hey did i tell you about the time y/n did that?’ 

- ‘yes!’ 

- ‘you’ve told us 1000 times’ 

- But you’re exactly the same about him 

- And thats what so great about you two

- Because you love each other no matter what 

- He loves that you’re the nicest person in the world 

- Who wouldn’t?

- Because how lucky is he that he gets to spend his life with the sweetest human ever 

- And you secretly like the fact that sometimes he’s a bad influence on you 

- Because thats part of him

- And you wouldn’t change that for the world 

- He could be the most cynical person in the world 

- But to you, he’s literal sunshine 

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[eberles]

On The Course

Rafe Cameron

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A/N: this is the longest thing i’ve ever written coming in at 3.8K!! it’s set the summer AFTER the show so like a year later basically and rafe isn’t a murderer obv, it’s also loosely based on A Cinderella Story - the one with Hilary Duff, okay enjoy :)

Warnings: mentions of parent death, brief mention of toxic living environments, swearing, lots of dialogue (idk if that needs a warning but)

You never had many friends growing up, or any really. Except JJ, he was always there for you, your very best friend and even though he offered all the time for you to hangout with the other pogues, you always declined. Of course, you went to school with them and had classes together and sure they were nice, but you never actually felt welcome. JJ was the first friend you made when you moved to the Outer Banks after your parents died. It’s been 4 years since then and living with your ugly aunt and her horrible twin daughters was the last thing you ever wanted for yourself. The only upside of moving to Outer Banks all those years ago was meeting JJ.

Everyone assumed you were dating and both of you had considered the fact, but quickly decided that it wasn’t meant to be for the two of you. JJ liked to be a playboy and he wasn’t really your type anyways. for years you watched him get with girl after girl while you sat idly by watching and looking out for him, never having a guy of your own to trot around with. You never minded it though, being by yourself gave you a sense of comfort and with your current living situations, your cousins made it difficult for you to have many friends or otherwise anyways. JJ always made you feel better about it though and assured you that you didn’t need a man to be happy because of how independent you were and how ‘one day you’re gonna get out of here and meet the guy of dreams, the one that lives up to your standards.” You would always shake your head and roll your eyes at him when he said that, but he believed it. At least the getting out of here part. JJ knew from the moment he met you 4 years ago that you weren’t destined to be on a little island like Outer Banks and you had bigger things coming to you. For now, this was home and you were making the best of it.

“JJ, please talk to your boss. I need a job, I have to get out of my house this summer.” you begged JJ one sunny afternoon, knowing that school was ending in a few days.

“Y/N, you’re gonna hate it. Trust me, you don’t wanna serve a bunch of rich pricks.” JJ sighed, looking over at you briefly and noticing you had your best puppy dog look plastered onto your face, the one you always knew got him to cave. “Fucking fine, i’ll talk to him.”

A few days passed and you were finally done with school. This was your last summer before heading off to college and as much as you didn’t want to spend it working, you knew your aunt had no intention of giving you any money for college. So here you were, serving your first day as a cart girl at the most prestigious country club on Figure 8. The course was fairly slow today and you had a small training session for the first few hours of your shift, but it wasn’t all that hard. Drive around, serve drinks, get tipped. As you were riding around on your little golf cart you noticed none other than Rafe Cameron flagging you down.

“Hi, what can I get for you?” you refrained from immediately rolling your eyes at him and forcing a smile onto your face as you climbed out of your cart.

“I’ll just get a beer, thanks.” he pointed to his beer of choice and watched as you poured the beverage slowly into the plastic cup. “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“That’s because I just started.” you stated pointedly, handing Rafe the drink and giving him a small smile. “Can i get you anything else?”

“Do you know how to golf?” Rafe was speaking before he could stop himself and you were taken aback by his question, let alone his politeness towards you. You’d never actually come in contact with the boy in front of you, but you’d heard horror stories from JJ surrounding the summer before. You shook your head no, not moving back to your cart just yet curious to where this was heading. “Do you wanna give it a shot? I can teach you.”

You knew you shouldn’t, JJ would scold you up and down for it, after previously warning you Rafe was an often golfer and that you’d probably see him quite a bit, but this wasn’t the Rafe you were expecting. Not after JJ’s multiple stories of Rafe beating him and the other pogues up and constantly giving them a hard time. However, you couldn’t stop yourself from agreeing to Rafe’s offer. Moving closer to him and grabbing the club from him you did exactly what you’d seen in the movies: knees spread, club down, aimed at the small golf ball and raising your arms back only for them to swing the club right into the dirt.

“Damn, you weren’t lying.” Rafe chuckled, taking a spot behind you making sure it was okay that he helped you first. Rafe was a good 6 inches taller than you, but when he came up you could still feel his breath hitting your ear causing your heart to beat out of your chest and goosebumps to erupt all over. He wrapped his arms around yours, placing his hands over yours adjusting your grip on the club. “Ready? One...two...three.”

“Oh- oh my god! I did it! Well you did it, but I did it!” you turned around in Rafe’s grasp jumping up excitedly after watching the ball move this time. Before Rafe could react, realization hit you that you were at work and not making a very good first impression. “I have to go, I'm sorry.”

You ran back towards your golf cart, jumping in and driving off checking in on the other golfers. Rafe had a big smile on his face watching the cute new girl drive off. He felt a sense of home building in his chest after your small interaction and he wasn’t sure what was going on. No girl had ever affected him the way you did and he didn’t even know your name. Yet.

“Dude, what’s got you blushing?” Topper asked, joining him on the course and snapping Rafe out of his thoughts about you.

“Have you seen the new cart girl?”

“Yea she’s cute but she’s a pogue.” Topper stated and Rafe looked at him skeptically not wanting to believe the words. Rafe was almost positive he’d never seen you around before and definitely not with the other pogues. Granted, the way everything happened last summer he never saw the pogues anymore, choosing the high road and turning himself into a better man so he could eventually leave Figure 8 on his own.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“Y/N!” you turned around hearing JJ calling your name. You just entered the cut after having to walk home from your first shift at the country club. “I’ve been texting you for hours.”

“Oh sorry JJ, my shitty phone died.” you shrugged letting JJ catch up with you before continuing your walk home.

“How was your first day?” you knew JJ would ask, but you hadn’t quite figured out what you were planning on telling him. Do you bring up your weird but pleasant interaction with Rafe?

“It was good! It was a pretty slow day, perfect for learning.” JJ hummed in response, looking at you quizzically not fully believing you didn’t have anything more to say. You decided to keep it short, not looking forward to JJ mocking your newfound connection with his enemy. You felt bad enough about it without having him breathing down your neck. JJ walked you home, the two of you making small talk for the rest of the short distance to your house.

“Charge your phone, how else will I annoy you?” you rolled eyes, laughing at what JJ said, pushing on his chest.

“Goodbye JJ, Y/N has things to do.” your aunt spoke, catching you off guard as you were saying bye to JJ outside your house. JJ gave you a sympathetic look before walking off, never wanting to leave you alone with them. “Y/N, I’m going out of town tomorrow. I’ll be leaving you this list to work on while I'm gone. I expect everything to be finished. You will go to work, come home and work some more. Zero play time and in the house everyday by 6 pm, missy.”

“Okay but there’s this one event the country club is having and it’s a night shift for me.” you followed your aunt around the small house, hoping she would let you out of the house for Midsummers knowing the tips would be great.

“Well that’s not going to work, now is it?” she huffed, shoving the 7 page list into your hands and storming off, her heels clicking with every step. “One page for everyday, don’t miss anything.”

The next day your aunt left just like she planned to, her twin daughters staying behind to ‘keep an eye on you’ but really, they were just going to annoy you the whole time. The only thing you could really look forward to anymore was going to work and hoping the customers were nicer than your cousins.

“Y/N, we’re coming with you today!” the twins spoke at the same time with fake chipper voices.

“Great.” you deadpanned, turning away from them and making your way towards their shared car and climbing in the back seat. The drive was short and they talked the whole way there so you practically jumped out before the car stopped moving noticing your arrival. You were feeling giddy to be at work today secretly hoping you would see a certain kook boy again. You didn’t know much about him, only the awful things JJ had spoken about him briefly but didn’t see that side of him only enticing you to know more.

After a few hours driving around the course serving drinks to mostly middle aged white men you finally noticed Rafe with a few of his friends. You wanted to talk to him again, but having his friends around made you unsure about the situation so you decided to play it cool.

“Did you guys want drinks?” you stopped on the path behind them before getting off the cart and making your way to them.

“Rafe, is this your cute cart girl from yesterday?” Topper laughed, hitting Rafe’s back pushing him towards you and you noticed a blushing Rafe shoot a quick glare in his direction.

“Hey, how’s your second day going?” Rafe moved closer to you and the cart hoping to get out of ear shot from Topper and Kelce.

“It’s been good, lots of older men come around here I’ve noticed.” you laughed handing Rafe the same drink as yesterday since you remembered the specific beer he wanted. “It makes for good tips though so I can't complain.”

“Yea these guys might be old but they’re rich as fuck.” Rafe sipped his beer, smiling at you and apologizing for his friends being stupid behind him. “Hey so I never got your name-”

“Hey Y/N!” you turned, hearing your name being called and saw JJ running towards you. You mentally cursed because of course this was the one time he would ever step foot on the course to look for you. Rafe looked at you confused even though Topper previously told him you were technically a pogue yourself. “Y/N, your cousins are inside and they’re driving me crazy. I needed a break. What’s going on here?”

“Oh JJ, I’m sorry about them, they insisted on being here for my whole shift.” you ignored JJ’s last question, putting all the attention on your cousins, hoping it would deflect from you and Rafe chatting.

“You okay?” JJ asked in a hushed tone, glaring at Rafe and you laughed nodding your head yes. “Okay I guess I’ll go back inside then. Be careful.”

“So your name’s Y/N?” Rafe stood back a few feet while you had your short conversation with JJ and returned to your side once JJ started walking away. “I’m assuming since you know Maybank that you already know who I am.”

“Well I know of you, but if we keep meeting like this maybe i’ll be able to find out more.” you were feeling brave all of a sudden, hoping putting yourself out there would get your somewhere with Rafe. Everything felt natural with him, and you didn’t want to let that feeling escape you by ruining it.

“Why don’t you give me your number and then it won’t have to be exclusive to only here?” Rafe smirked, pulling his phone out and placing it in your hands. You laughed, typing your phone number in quickly and returning it back to him.

“I should really get back to work, Rafe but I’ll see you around yea?” you climbed back into your golf cart as Rafe smiled and waved bye to you.

The next few days passed and you hadn’t seen Rafe at the club, but you had been texting quite a bit. Just in a few days of talking you felt like you were already learning so much about him and his life. He told you everything from who his friends are to how overbearing and controlling his father was. He explained that he went to college at Chapel Hill for a year before dropping out and his father never forgave him. You shared your deepest feelings with him about your parents deaths and how your aunt and cousins were Satan's children. You told him you couldn’t wait to get out of Outer Banks and go off to college at the end of the summer. He understood you and you meshed together so well just after a few days.

i haven’t told my dad, but after getting my shit together this past year i started applying to schools. my first choice is princeton.

princeton?! rafe, no way! that’s where i’m hoping to go.

You couldn’t deny the fast connection you felt with rafe, everything in your body was telling you that you belonged together. Rafe told you he was looking forward to seeing you at the Midsummers event tonight, but you had to break the devastating news that there was no way you could go.

curfew is 6 pm cameron, get with it😂

jesus, i’m sorry i didn’t know you were 7

You laughed at the text on your phone when a tapping noise on your window startled you. You dragged yourself out of bed to see JJ standing on the ground below you.

“JJ, what are you doing?!” you whispered after opening the window and sticking your head out.

“I'm coming up!” JJ whispered back, scaling the side of your house next to your bedroom window. Lucky for him there was a small rock wall giving him the perfect entrance. “I'm breaking you out, you’re coming to Midsummers.”

“JJ, I can't! They’ll kill me if I leave!” JJ gave you a look as if to say ‘stop being a baby.’ It only took a few more seconds of convincing from JJ for you to agree. He successfully helped you out your window and down the rock wall without your cousins noticing you had left for the night. JJ borrowed John B's van and left it parked a few houses down so the twins wouldn’t be suspicious.

“Thanks for this, JJ. You’re the best.” you smiled wide, feeling free for the first time in a while. It was nice getting out of the house while it was dark out.

“As much as I want to take credit, I can’t. This was Rafe’s idea.” you looked at JJ with wide eyes, completely caught off guard.

“What?!” you all but screamed, not sure why JJ would ever talk to Rafe about you. Especially since you hadn’t even told JJ that you and Rafe were talking almost constantly.

“I’ll try to forgive you for not mentioning your budding relationship, but yea. Rafe came to me and apologized for everything last summer and although I don’t forgive him. He does talk pretty highly about you and I can't deny that.” JJ explained and you couldn’t have been more proud to call him your best friend in these moments.

Once you arrived, JJ snuck you in the back and you couldn’t help but take a peek out and notice Rafe standing by the bar dressed in a navy colored suit with his dad who looked like he was scolding him for something. He looked good, really good. JJ pulled you into the locker room handing you a uniform with a white shirt and a black vest to put over it and informing you that you were on drink serving duty. You made your rounds looking over at Rafe every so often wanting nothing more than to approach him. You noticed Rafe's dad pulling him away from the crowd with a yank to his collar and watching as he stood in front of him yelling and pointing a finger in his face. Your feet were moving before your brain could process it and before you knew it you were in front of the two.

“Hi, can I get you guys anything to drink?” you put the sweetest smile on your face, hoping it wouldn’t be obvious that you were trying to distract Rafe’s dad. Ward cleared his throat before looking at you and ordering a whiskey on the rocks with a fake smile on his face. Rafe took the opportunity to make a break for it while you wrote down his fathers drink, exactly what you hoped would happen. After returning to Ward with his drink you went looking for Rafe only to find him back inside the club.

“Oh look who it is, my savior.” Rafe teased, watching you approach him before pulling out a chair for you to sit next to him. “Thanks for that by the way, you didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did, I understand family issues all too well, Cameron.” you laughed, taking the seat beside him.

“I’m surprised to see you here, so much for that curfew huh?” Rafe smirked, eyeing you from across the table.

“Funny enough, JJ came up with this super smart plan to sneak me out. Usually he’s not that on top of it, but I guess something changed.” you joked and reached for Rafe’s hand across the table. “Thank you for talking to him, you have no idea how much it means to me.”

“I know it sounds weird, but I think I would do anything for you.” Rafe blushed, squeezing your hand in his and putting his head down to hide the pink tint on his cheeks. You pulled your hand from his and reached up to lift his face to look at your before moving in closer to him. Your lips brushed his softly before he pulled you closer by your waist and your lips molded to each other and you melted into your first kiss with Rafe.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt but Y/N your aunts outside.” you pulled away from Rafe hearing JJ’s voice and you couldn’t believe what you heard. You looked between the boys with a horrified expression on your face and walked passed JJ outside to where your aunt and cousins were standing and causing a scene.

“Where the hell is she?!” you frowned, running up to them, hoping you could get her to leave without losing your job.

“There you are! You ungrateful piece of trash! How dare you sneak out with this scum of a boy!?” with each word your ugly aunt used her finger to push on her chest and you felt the anger bubbling up inside of you.

“Don’t touch me! And don’t talk about him like that. I’m 18 now, you can’t tell me what to do anymore!” you pushed her hand away, yelling back in her face with JJ and Rafe watching you from a few feet away, everyone else at the party enjoying the show.

“I sure as hell can if you’re living under MY roof!” you could hear your cousins laughing from behind her and that only fueled more anger in you.

“Don’t worry about me, because I'm moving out.” you finally had it, you couldn’t take dealing with her for another second longer. Unbeknownst to you, Rafe and JJ were sharing knowing looks at each other as the scene unfolded in front of them.

“And where do you think you’re gonna go?”

“With us!” JJ spoke up, and you felt him take a place at your side with Rafe following his actions on your other side.

“Good luck with that. They’ll be tired of you soon enough, don’t come crawling back.” your aunt scoffed, rolling her eyes at the two boys and retreating back to her SUV, “Girls! Here! Now!”

You felt tears start to roll down your cheeks and you laughed feeling both the boys wrap their arms around you. “Everything’s gonna be okay now, y/n.”

“Jeez, I don’t know what to say. Thank you guys for being here.” The rest of the party goers were clapping at you standing up for yourself and finally being free of her even though they didn’t know you or your situation.

“You don’t have to thank us, Y/N.” Rafe smiled as you pulled him into a tight hug feeling safe as his arms wrapped around you.

••epilogue••

Summer was officially over and you were sad to be moving on, but you could easily say this was the best summer of your entire life. After the screaming match with your aunt you moved in with JJ and John B and yes it was tough adjusting to living with boys but it was amazing. You were finally getting close with the other pogues Rafe’s sister Sarah and you just wish you hadn’t waited 4 years for it to happen.

Rafe did some digging with a private investigator and found a savings account in your name for your full college tuition that your aunt had been hiding from you. Everything was falling into place for you and speaking of Rafe: you guys were officially dating and going two months strong. You felt the happiest you ever had in your entire life and he was partly to thank for that.

You wound up going to Princeton together and lived happily ever after. At least for now. Hey, you’re only a freshman.

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[y2katsuki]

promiscuous

soulmate au?  a lil suggestive but sfw, pro hero bakugou

word count: 1890

For some time, people started getting a random marking on their body.  People thought it was a genetic mutation due to quirks, but over time they discovered two people had matching marks of someone’s quirk.  No two marks were the same.  After some studies it was proven that these markings were soulmate markings.

Growing up, you hated the explosive marking you had on your upper back.  You tried to avoid tank tops, low back dresses and more.  No one really wanted to date anyone if you could see a soulmate marking.  One day you looked on television seeing the upcoming pro heroes, not being much attention until you hear ‘Ground Zero, with an amazing flashy quirk.  Explosives....’, you didn’t pay any more attention.  You started at the blonde boy on the television, feeling a connection through the television.

“Well ain't this shitty.  Regardless if he’s my soulmate, he's a pro and I’m just a civilian.  No chance of us meeting.”  You said driely to yourself.  There was not much that you could do with your fox quirk.  Not many people like you because they quickly assumed you were cunning and sly.  So the best job you could get is being a waitress at a popular underground club.

Bakugou was livid when Kirishima took him to a club.  He told him they were going out to relax and ended up in a non-relaxing place.  His friends were super excited to have a free day and to party, Bakugou on the other hand wanted to go home and sleep.  Bakugou sat on the couch next to his friends who were chatting about missions.  Until a body appeared in front of the group.

“Heya fellas, I’m y/n.  I’m here to take care of you.  Can I get you fellas anything?”  You flirt.  I mean how else will you get tips.

While the others started to ask what was good and ordering, Bakugou stared at you.  Noticing the red fluffy ears on your head that moves as you talk, as well as the bushy tail swings to the music.  Bakugou for some reason can get his eyes off of you.

“Bakugou, do you want anything?”  Kirishima snaps him back to reality.  You are standing, with a hand on your hip, smiling.

“Water.”

You smile, before walking away to get the orders.  Kirishima and Denki complained to Bakugou about just getting water.  Bakugou’s eyes follow you as you head towards the bartender to get the drinks.  You shiver as you sneak a peek at the blonde that was staring you down.  You smile, thinking this was gonna be a good night and get an amazing tip.

The whole night, you felt the blonde’s eyes everywhere you went.  You ignored it, it’s normal for working at a club.  Currently you had your eyes on a regular customer you had for a couple months.  He tipped big.

“You know I’m not a cheap one.”  You giggled, as your finger ran along his neck.  “The bigger you tip the nicer I am.”  The man’s hand laid on your waist.  At the club you were known as the promiscuous fox, playing into your quirk.  A sly and cunning fox, that flirts with anyone.  You didn’t care, the tips paid your expenses.

“Aren’t you a promiscuous foxie?  That’s why I like you.”  You internally cringe.

“I��ll be back.  I have more customers.”  You slightly push him in a flirtatious way, making him laugh.  Rolling your eyes as your back was towards him.  The bartender laughed as he saw your face.

“He’s still coming here.”  He spoke as he made your orders.

“He’s so annoying.  He always reeks of alcohol, but whatever.  He tips bigger when he’s drunk.”

“Careful, those men always think you own them when you make them feel special.”

“Trust me.  He will regret it if he tries.”  Over the night, you completely forgot how the blonde’s eyes followed you.

Bakugou stares at the fox head outline that marks his left inner wrist.  He wasn’t sure if it was you, there are others with the same quirk as you.  He would scan your body to see if there was a trace of a marking, but he was quick to come to the conclusion that it was hidden where no one could see it.  He finally gave up and minded his business.

The night was slowly coming to an end, peacefully until people heard glass shattering.  Everyone’s eyes turn to the source of sound.  Seeing a drunk man with his hands around a waitress neck.

“You bitch!  After everything don’t you think you owe me!”  The hand grips your neck tighter.  Your regular finally snapped at you for not giving anything back for all the tips.  

You groan as your nails dig into his wrist.  You can see people starting to walk over to help you.  You kick his groin, causing him to scream in pain and letting you go.  You breath in before kneeing him in the face.  Catching your breath, you look at the man lying unconscious with a bloody nose.  You grab his collar before dragging him out of the club.  Everyone stares at you and moves out of the way.  You kick the door before throwing the man out.

“This one is banned.”  You look at the doorkeeper.

Walking back in to clean up your mess, you are met with eyes.  What?  They never saw a person get kicked out of a club.

Your coworker comes over to inspect your neck.  You had slight bleeding in the back of your neck, were the drunk man dug his nails into your neck.  You pull your hair into a loose bun as your co-worker inspects the nail marks.  Everyone’s attention went to their own business after awhile.  As your coworker was scolding you from getting in dangerous situations once again and cleaning your cuts, someone else was staring wide eyed at your back.

The blonde can see your upper back exposed, that was hidden due to your hair.  Clear as day, he saw the explosive marking on your upper back.  Once your cowork placed a bandage on top of the cuts, you let your hair down and sighed.

“Aw man.  He tipped so well.”  You rest your chin on your palm, as you sipped your fruity drink.

You took the night off, sitting at the bar sipping at your drink.  You feel a presence sit next to you but you ignore it.  You hummed to the song playing as you swayed with your eyes close.  You hear someone clear their throat, causing you to turn around to face the presence.

“Ah it’s you.  Blondie.”  You giggled.  “Sorry, I’m done for the night.  That man took the wind out of me.”

“I was checking on you.”  His red eyes could still be seen in the dark room.

“Awh, are you worried about me?  That’s cute.”  You lean more into your hand and smile.  “Well don’t worry, I’m heading home.  So thank you for checking on me but this is where we part ways.”  You sighed as you placed your jacket on.

“Let me take you home.”  The blonde gets up.

You give him a weird look, causing him to backtrack and clear what he meant.  Worry that a tipsy girl was going home late at night.  You laughed and accepted, you didn’t want to deal with any drunk guys you will probably run into as you walk to your apartment.  It was silent as the blonde walked next to you.

“Bakugou was it?  Thats what the redhead said.”

“Yeah, you said your name was y/n.”

“Wow, what a good memory.  Many guys don’t care because I’m just a waitress, so I appreciate that you remembered.”

The two reach your building.  Bakugou insists that he will see you at your door.  You smile and agree.

“This is the first time a guy takes me home and doesn’t expect anything.”

“Why would I need something in return?”  He furrows his brow.

“Well most guys expect a payment for taking me home.  I usually kick them and make a run for it.”  You laughed, remembering all the times you kicked a man and booked it to your apartment.”

“Well I’m not most guys.”  He sneers.

“I can see.”  You turn to place your keys to open your door.

“I’m not most guys because I’m your soulmate.” 

You’re hand hovers above your door handle.  You stand in shock before turning around.  You see Bakugou staring down.

“Very funny.”  You gave him a dry laugh.  “It’s not nice to accuse someone to be your soulmate when you don’t even have evidence.

“Oh really.”  He shows you the outline of a fox head on his inner wrist.  

“So what?  Many people have a fox quirk.”

“Yeah but no but my soulmate would have an explosion marking.”

You feel a chill do down your back.  No one has really seen your making, so how did he know?  You hid the marking when it appeared, and never mentioned unless someone pointed it out if they got a glimpse of it.  You couldn’t believe this man standing in front of you.

“Really?  Everyone knows that Ground Zero has an explosion quirk.  Impersonating a pro hero isn’t funny.”  Your grip your door hand.

“Who said I wasn’t a pro hero?”  You felt him get closer.

“Stop Bakugou.  It’s not funny.”  You turn and glare.

“It’s not.”  You feel his hand creep, to touch your marking.  Feeling static, your face heats up.  “The marking looks just like my explosions.”

You turn around, slapping his hand away from you.  You look at him in shock as he held a smirk that was all too familiar.  Ground Zero’s signature smirk.  He got closer, faces inches apart.

“Prove it.”  You whispered.  His smirk got bigger, as he took a step back.  You hear a small crackling, looking down at his hands.  Small explosions showered his hand.  You couldn’t believe it.  You never thought you would meet him, your soulmate.

He puts his hand down, getting closer once again.  Your heart starts to race and your face flushes.  His hand lands on your hand wrist, the other near the marking.  He pulls you into a kiss.  Your heart starts pounding against your chest, as you melt into his touch. 

  Is this what your soulmate’s touch makes you feel?  

His hand starts to snake around your waist, pushing you closer to him.  You snap back to your senses.  You push his face, leaving small scratches on his face, due to your claws.  His arm wipes the beaded blood, as he stands there still smirking.

“I’ll have you know.  Even if I am your soulmate, I won’t fall for temptation.  I’m not an easy girl, I play hard to get.”

“I love a challenge.”  He chuckles.

“Well good luck.  I’m not that easy to win.  I’ll have you know, I have options.”  You open your door.  Before closing your door, Bakugou spoke.

“Who knew I got lucky with a pretty and hard to get fox?  I’m looking forward to seeing more of you.”

You glared as you slammed the door to your apartment.  You catch your breath, as you listen to the whistling and footsteps to disappear.  You fall against the door, face flushed in the crimson color.

“Holy shit.”  You muttered.

part 2?  i don’t know you tell me :)