#like the pause is so awkward its funny

[themyscirah]

When your new friend starts saying some concerning stuff and you gotta address it 💀

Red Lanterns #36

[wolfiesmoon]

Hey I hope you are doing well when ever you are reading this but how do you think the 3rd year boys from twst would react to their s/o (gn reader) cuddling with a huge plush instead of them.

Like this.

Oh boy oh boy this kinda cures my writers block tbh, i have so many drafts but none of em look enticing enough to continue writing (´д｀|||)

I took out a few of the 3rd years bc its too many people for 1 fic but i might make a part 2 where i add the missing 3rd years at some point

i went with the more silly writing style again, hope that's fine by you ○( ＾皿＾)っ

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ Malleus Draconia

He doesn't exactly get why, but he feels kinda annoyed just laying next to you while you hug a big ol plushie

This doesn't feel right🫤

But then again, you look rlly happy and satisfied so he stays quiet since if you're happy, he's happy (he desperately wants to be in the plushy's place)

When you playfully kiss the plush though, that rule no longer applies. After all, his rightful spot is in your arms🫠

He nudges you. "Put the stuffed animal away."

"You sound angry." You smirk and kiss the plush again, knowing he's probably annoyed about that

without another word, he pulls the plushy out of your hands and settles down in its place

"I am a much better than that object. Just so you know." he smiled smugly, expecting a kiss on the cheek just like you gave to the plushie earlier

you kissed him on the lips instead just to see his eyes widen and his face go red ofc 😏

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ Leona Kingscholar

basically, it is NOT happening

"hell no." is the only thing he says before ripping the poor plushie out of your arms and chucking it across the room

like actually how DARE you try to replace him with a plushie

"Why would you do that?" You pouted at him, looking at the now discarded plushy from the bed🤕

"You know damn well why." He huffed, laying down on top of you without warning which tends to be a habit of his

"Because that's my spot, got it?" He answered for you. clearly you forgot😒

"Uhhh, right." you answered after a short pause...

"I won't remind you next time." he sounded rlly annoyed. it's kinda funny how worked up he got over a plushy replacing him 🤭

this also means he won't let you get up for like.... atleast 2 hours to atone for your sins

moral of the story: don't do this again unless you want a ripped up plushie and a pissed off lion man😠

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ Idia Shroud

"This is so unfair. Even worse than an OP boss. " he sighed dramatically, laying down besides you and pouting at the sight og a huge plushie in your arms

"pick up the sock if you have enough energy to complain." you turned away from him, still annoyed with him

being the epic gamer he is (😎💯), he discarded one of his socks in the middle of his room and didn't feel like picking it up later even after you told him to

...which ended with you refusing to cuddle with him until he does pick up the sock

after a short while of very awkward silence...

he groaned in annoyance, begrudgingly getting up and finally picking up the sock, then leaving the room to put it in the wash

you smirked victoriously, placing the plushie away as promised and letting him hug you instead

"The things you make me do, smh." he sighed, relaxing into you 😒

"Picking up a singular sock?" you teased him, hugging him back

He didn't reply so that means it's your victory 😝

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ Vil Schoenheit

this is an unforgivable offense, just because you had a little disagreement earlier doesn't mean you can just replace him with a plushie😠

love transcends disagreements, after all

does not help at all that the plushie's cute round face reminds him of a certain thorn in his side named Neige LeBlanche😒

he sighs, "I may have been too harsh back there."

your only reply is an annoyed huff and you hug the plushie tighter which makes one of those anime veins pop up on his face 💢

he takes a deep breath "It was not my intention to hurt your... sensibilities." he's trying babe, he's really trying

You don't reply for a moment...

"Ugh." you throw the plushie away and hug him tightly "This doesn't mean I forgive you, just for the record."

"I still stand by my opinion too, just worded less harshly." he gently puts an arm around you, stroking your back

it was only a matter of time until you gave up with your stubborn pettiness, soon you'll forgive him too, he'll make sure of that 😌

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ Lilia Vanrouge

He's actually surprisingly chill about it i feel like

He wouldn't get annoyed or be jealous per se, he'd just get a little sad it's not him you're hugging😔

he's there, you know? there's no need for a plushie...

"Am I not satisfactory enough?" He asks half playfully half seriously

"In what sense?" you totally knew what he meant but just wanted to tease him back

"Hey, isn't this supposed to be the other way around?" he smiled at you, immediately knowing what you were playing at

"Hahaha, you know me too well." you kiss his cheek, yet you still don't let go of the plushie which makes him pout

"I see you have found yourself a new lover." his eyes travel to the plushie for a moment, the betrayal is real😔🙏🏻

"You got a problem with him?" you raised a brow 🤨

"A little." he hugged you from the back, getting comfy

"Okay fine, maybe my ex is the better one after all." you let go of the plushie and turned around to hug him back 💗

[pia-nor481]

Empty Bed Part Two

Lando Norris x reader smut

3.5k words. Part One

"What's up with you?" Max asked, worried about his friend's pouting. Lando was angry and upset. He knows this is how hook up culture is supposed to be, have sex and leave before anything gets awkward, yet that's not what he wanted. Its sad that he wanted her, even now, weeks after their last encounter. "Nothing serous, just jet lagged." His reply was a bit harsh and also the truth at the same time. It was the penultimate race of the season and the stress was beginning to affect more than usual, he was far too frustrated, not just psychologically but sexually. "If you say so." He felt Max's hand make contact with his shoulder as he walked past, heading to the red bull garage. Lando walked towards his drivers room and put up a rather convincing smile. Free practice wasn't particularly fun for Lando, he liked the thrill of the race, but he couldn't feel that if he was focused on collecting data. He let out a loud sigh as he lent against the closed door, finally alone. It felt good to be in his own presence. 

He pulled the orange shirt over his head to replace it with a black fire proof. "Woah, what animal attacked you?" Daniel laughed out, seeing his friend's shocked face. "You were so happy the morning after, maybe you need to get laid more often." The scratches on Lando's waist were still visible, a reminder for him, a reminder of her. "You're one to talk, that girl in your lap seemed pretty blissed out." He shook his, Lando was shocked that Daniel took the risk of fucking some girl in such a public place. "Well I know how to fuck. By the red on your hip, I can guess you can too." Daniel flashed his signature grin while loosening his suit. "Can I be honest?" Lando paused, looking back at his friend, who's expression changed in the blink of an eye. "Always." Lando let out a relived sigh, he already felt better. "How do you do it? I don't get how you can fuck a girl and move on so quickly, as if nothing happened." Lando looked away mid-sentence, feeling almost ashamed, reaching for the rest of his clothes. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I can't just forget, unless I'm that drunk. But still, it's not something you should hold onto, especially if you're not going to see her again." Daniel said sincerely, he was stunned that Lando would say such a thing. "Is it really bothering you that much?" 

Lando had to pause, he didn't know what to do. They didn't have the same level of friendship that Daniel had with Max, or Lando with Carlos. Yet he almost felt bashful at the thought of discussing this with anyone else. "I just... Felt so drawn to her. It doesn't make any sense to me. I was just looking to fuck, but everything about her... It just felt more than that. She joked with me, and it was actually funny, she was so gorgeous too; Perfect even. She didn't even know who I was, yet she was in a F1 afterparty. You know how you can tell if they actually know you or not." He said it all in one breath, and so, was practically gasping for air. "I'm guessing she is good in bed too?" Lando's head shifted to the side in a look of disappointment. "Yes, but that's not the important part." He said, zipping up his race suit. "I get how important this is to you, I do, but you can't dwell on it, you need to focus on racing, thinking about a girl, no matter how perfect,  that you're not going to see again, isn't gonna get you on the podium." Daniel grabbed Lando's shoulders, rather firm, and looked in his eyes as he spoke. "Alright." 

While Lando was in the car he didn't dare think of her, but when he was in his new hotel room, she consumed all of his thoughts. So while he was buttoning up a white shirt, he couldn't help but feel down, he was exhausted, not just from the race. Lando practically dragged his feet along the floor to wards the door, wishing he didn't have to go out and celebrate another podium, he had to celebrate someone else's win. As he begun tying his shoes, he could hear the banging of a fist on the hotel door. "Give me a sec." He shouted back, rushing towards the door. "Hey." It was Daniel at the door, adorning his usual smile. "It's only 10, there is no rush." Lando said, looking down at his watch, before reaching for his phone and room card, and slipping them into his pocket. "I know, but I don't know whether or not I should get plastered with you or let you run off with some girl." Daniel said, hooking his arm around the younger's neck. "Too soon man. What if i went off with another girl, You'd stop me?" Lando said with a bit of bite, shifting his gaze towards the other man. "Well no, I'm just trying to look after you man." Guilt immediately ran through his body, Daniel was trying to be helpful, and was more than likely doing the right thing. "Sorry, I'm just all over the place. This season has been hard, and you know the rest." Daniel patted his back before giving a reply, "We'll sort it out, mate, lets just focus on tonight, we can deal with everything tomorrow." Lando cracked a smile, "While we're hung over?" Their pace quickened as the approached the outside of the club. "Absolutely." 

The loud music and lack of air sent a wave of pleasure through Lando's body, it felt so good to be in such an environment. There was always skin to skin contact, and it just felt so amazing. Lando felt a girl lean back, further into him, he was already a few drinks deep, but he was still capable of making good, enough, decisions. His hands quickly found her hips, but she didn't feel the same. However, that didn't stop him. He wanted to feel this close with someone, and she was more than willing; until her friend called her over. He was left on his own again, Daniel was still in the club, most likely in the bathroom. "I'll be back in a bit mate." He made it seem as though he was stepping out for some fresh air, but Lando quickly noticed him gravitating towards a woman, the same one he saw Daniel with last week. He didn't let that ruin his mood as he struggled to make way to the bar. As soon as he reached the table, the volume of the music seemed to fall slightly, he waited for a while, and in doing so he looked around, observing the people around him. Until he saw her hair, her skin, everything about her, it was hard for him to not recognise. "Can I have a vodka with full fat coke and a rum with diet coke please."

He walked over to her as quick as possible, placing his drink on the bar, and began dancing his fingers over her arm, she didn't even flinch "Found any attractive men to chat up?" She could feel his breath against her ear, he was speaking at a normal volume, knowing she could not hear him over the music otherwise. "I have now." Lando was so ecstatic that she was flirting back. He handed her the drink and she opened her mouth to speak, he noticed the glitter in her lip gloss and made a mental note that it needed to be smudged later. "Rum and diet coke." He sated simply and she smiled before taking a sip. "Thank you." He was shocked she was staying so formal, not formal per say, but you wouldn't expect some one you had a one night stand with to be appreciative of a drink. "What are you doing here, Lando?" As she spoke, his eyes travelled over her whole body, first he noticed the white sunglasses atop her head, then the glitter and blush covering her cheeks. "I could ask you the same thing, baby." She leaned closer to him, almost as if she was longing for his presence. "One of my friends... she really like sports and is watching these races, but she hates travelling alone, so I decided to come with her." It took a while for Lando to acknowledge that her friend was a formula one fan. He was too focused on her body, last time he saw her, she was wearing a white mesh top, this time it was a pink bra, covered in gems and glitter, and it just looked so good on her. "Tell me then, why are you here?" He grabbed her hip, feeling the material of her mesh skirt against his skin, he wanted her as close as possible. "Would you believe me if i said, my friend brought me here so he could go looking for a girl he hooked up with?" It wasn't a lie, but wasn't quite the truth. "Are you sure the name of your friend is not 'Lando'?" She laughed lightly, sipping her drink, hiding behind the glass once again. "I promise, only because his name is Daniel, you could ask him, but I don't think we will be seeing him tonight." She placed the empty glass on the bar and slid her hands up his chest, her touch was electrifying. "I'm sorry, I had to take your clothes, I couldn't leave in what I was wearing." His hands travelled over her back and down under her skirt, squeezing her ass lightly. "It's okay, you can keep it." He pulled her into a desperate and deep kiss. It lasted for what felt like hours. The skin on skin, the music, the alcohol, it all felt euphoric. "Come on, before I fuck you right here."

His hands never left her body, a firm grip around her waist, a reminder almost. Just as they made it out of the club their eyes immediately  met, she was looking at him for a direction. "I've not got my hotel key." He almost whispered out. Lando claimed to have left it behind when Daniel knocked on the door; this also gave them an excuse to go back to her room, he knew she wouldn't disappear like last time. "Come on then." it come out more of a moan than a huff of annoyance. She practically pulled him down the road towards her hotel, to say Lando was shocked by the building was understatement. She kept a tight grip on him as they walked up the stairs, Lando was looking shamelessly up her skirt, not that the sheer fabric was hiding much. As soon as she reached the top step she pulled him into a rough kiss and almost moaned into his mouth, just feeling him riled her up. "Please, Lando." Her words were left in the air as he took the key from her hand and opened the door as quickly as possible "Come here, babe, need you so bad." 

She chased his voice to the bed, she needed him just as much, but couldn't verbalise it. So she decided it would be best to swing herself over his lap and cover his neck in glittery red marks. In the process lando slid his hands up her back slowly, teasing not just her, but himself. She began to suck harder and bite slightly, tugging his skin between her teeth. "Fuck, babe." His breath got caught in his throat at the feeling. Lando didn't expect to her to do such a thing, especially with how he was the last time they were together, he was shocked that she was acting more demanding; so he trailed his hand up to her top, his fingers quickly hooked around the clasp of the bra, he pulled it far from her skin, and smiled at the thud of it back against her skin. She let out a loud whine, not anticipating the feeling. "Behave." She nodded quickly, not expecting to get chastised. Lando placed his hand under her ass and hoisted her up, turning around to gently place her on the edge of the bed, hands slowly and softly running his fingers along the outside of her thigh. She reached up and gripped his collar, pulling him lower. "Don't tease me." 

"Or what?" He replied back in a flirty manner. As she felt his fingers against her underwear she gasped, he pushed her skirt up, not before admiring the pink butterflies on the mesh, he'd waited so long for this so he couldn't waste a minute. Lando grabbed her hips harshly and pulled her body closer to his. "I can stop right here, if you want." He pushed her underwear to the side and lowered his head. "No please, Lando please." She would feel him smirk against her skin as soon as she started speaking. He licked up against her cunt before focusing on her clit; he kitten licked at first, ignoring her pleas, then circling quickly, enjoying the noises she let out. He continued to abuse her clit and lightly teased her slit with one hand, the other pressing down lightly on her abdomen. He was paying more attention to her now, really trying to discover what made her feel good. Although it had only been a few weeks since they were together, Lando couldn't stop thinking about her. He felt guilty, he replayed that night in his head over and over, and he felt awful for not paying enough attention to her. When you hook up with someone you are not really there for the other person's pleasure, Lando wanted do change that. He thrusted his fingers slow, not rushing, he wanted to enjoy this, he wanted her to feel good. As he moved his fingers in a 'come here' motion she pushed her hips closer to him desperately, "Harder?" his eyes didn't leave her for a second, he wouldn't forget this, he couldn't miss the look on her face. "Faster." She barely said, out of breath from moaning so much. As soon as the words left her mouth, he was following the instruction, she was quivering slightly as he hands mad a home in his hair, tugging on it lightly, feeling him groan into her, adding to her pleasure. "Be good." Lando began to suck on her clit lightly, he wanted a reaction and that's what he got. She was practically singing a song for him. The hand that was resting on her abdomen travelled back towards her thigh, slipped under her knee. He lifted her leg up higher, her calf now resting against his back, forcing her thighs further apart, giving him more space. Her voiced echoed throughout the room as he sped up the movement of his tongue and fingers. "That's it babe, cum for me." The wave of pleasure that washed over her took her vision temporarily, white covered her vision as she came. She was on cloud nine and Lando didn't stop his attack. 

When he came up from between her thighs he had a satisfied smile on his face, when they made eye contact the smile turned into a grin of joy. She moved back on the bed slightly, a blissed out look on her face still, Lando very quickly noticed the wet patch on the bed as he got up from his knees and got on the bed; unbuttoning his shirt in the process. He kissed up her abdomen slowly, leaving marks across her whole body, biting down in the manner she did prior. "Don't whine, its only fair." He laughed out, opening her legs once again. She gave him a pointed look, yet he just gave her one back, he wanted to be in control, and he got what he wanted. "Please." Her pleas fell upon deaf ears as he just continued to tease; he ran the tip of his cock up and down her cunt, focusing on her clit more often than not. He enjoyed teasing her, he felt as though he deserved it. Lando squeezed his cock lightly, he needed to feel some form of release, the pressure already building up. She took hold of his arm aggressively with a firm grip, knuckles turning white. He pushed in slow, just like before, not wanting to over stimulate her so soon after one orgasm. "That's it." Her eyes rolled back as soon as he started speaking, yet he couldn't look away, she was just so captivating, he wished he could say such a thing, but he could not, not in a situation like this. He began thrusting slowly and softly, more sensual than before. Lando gradually sped up, knowing it was something she liked, his hands wouldn't leave her body for more than a second, his hands would be dancing on her skin as a form of comfort. "Fuck, please." He liked to hear her beg, it felt like an exclusive sound, he didn't think anyone had fucked her, it was just a feeling, until he realised how quickly he made her cum. Lando pulled her legs around his waist, allowing him to her her deeper, "Oh yes." Lando wasn't quiet, she was just beyond loud, and his just got him impossibly harder. "Good girl, be good for me." Once of his hands left her him to slide down to her clit, rubbing fast circles; she could feel his touch all through out her body, every nerve sending signals felt like an overload. Her orgasm hit her hard, pelvis lifting up higher than Lando had already positioned it. She let out a choked whine as she felt Lando pulsating, all he felt was euphoria when he was with her, but this was on another level. Rope after rope of cum left his cock in pleasure, his head fell into the crook of her neck as he groaned, waves of pleasure still washing over him. 

She winced as he pulled out, pushing her underwear back in place, he grabbed her neck softly, pulling her closer to him, he wanted to kiss her, he didn't want to beg, he still needed control, he didn't want to swallow his pride, her hands slid up his back and into the base of his hair, tugging so she could catch her breath. "Careful." He felt the need to remind her. "Promise." She smiled, smirked is a better adjective for the blissed out look on her face. Lando pulled back the cover of the bed, slipping under it with her, he kissed her neck softly as she slowly began to drift off, he inter locked their hands when he slid his arm over her waist. His eyes began to close as her breathing finally regulated. 

When his eyes opened again, it was because of the morning light slipping through the hotel curtains. Lando's mind was still fuzzy. He tried to sit up but quickly realised his pounding headache was from alcohol, then all memories came running through his mind, then a wave of panic. He turned to the side a quickly as possible, noticing no one was in his arms. She was gone. He ran his hand over the mattress  and noticed it was cold, disappointment flooded his whole body, and so he felt lethargic; Until he realised that they had come back to her hotel room last night, a smile crept up on his face as he sat up. The thought of having a long conversation, with out too much flirting, was his first thought. Until he saw his hoodie, the one she stole the first night together. He assumed she would have been wearing it, or at least taken it home before flying out for this trip, but no, it was folded neatly on the counter in front of the bed. Lando, finally, built up the courage to get out o the bed, and saw that her suitcase was gone, so were her shoes, so was she. 

He was, once again, left in an empty bed. 

Masterlist

There was a lot of struggle in trying to finish this (things not saving and paragraphs randomly deleting because reasons) but I seem to repel technology. If I’ve made any spelling mistakes let me know.

[drabblesandimagines]

Dove (part eight)

Leon Kennedy x female reader (bodyguard trope, domestic fluff and the slowest, slow burn I swear) Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four. Part five. Part six. Part seven.

Leon emerges from the garage, a folding chair tucked under his arm, and locks the door – as always - behind him.

“Success.” He smiles, using his other arm to hold it out in demonstration before carrying it into the bathroom. He unfolds it in a swift motion, placing it right against the sink, with its back to the side. “What else do we need?”

“A jug or something, maybe, to rinse? Probably awkward just with the taps.” As if it’s not already awkward enough that the man assigned for your protection is about to wash your hair.

“Got it.” He strides over to the kitchen to start opening various cupboards in search, whilst you carry the shampoo and conditioner over to the sink counter one by one in preparation, before grabbing a couple of towels. Finally, you shrug off the zip-up you’d thrown over upon leaving the bathroom what must’ve only been five minutes ago, a black tank top underneath. You reason no matter how careful you know Leon will be, it’s going to get damp.

You take the sling and the zip-up and drape them over the back of the couch for later, when Leon pops up from below the kitchen counter, raising his hand to show off the jug as if it was a trophy.

“Got it!”

You smile at his demonstration and head into the bathroom, expecting Leon to follow but his footsteps cease.

“Jeez, Dove.” He sucks in air between his teeth in sympathy, eyes fixed on your back - deep purple and yellow bruises all across your shoulder blades. “No wonder you can’t stretch up – got some nasty bruises back there.”

“What?” You turn your head to the right, but all you get is a twinge of pain for your troubles.

“Looks real tender. A lot worse than the other night.” You open your mouth to question what he means by that, but you remember that he’d seen your back previously when he’d helped you undress.

“Oh…” You’d shrug if you knew it wouldn’t hurt. “Must’ve been from the stairs.”

Or the creature throwing you against the wall.

“Yeah…” He nods before following you into the bathroom and placing the jug down besides the sink. “Right. Take a seat, please.”

You sit down, tentatively, on the folding chair and lean your head back, trying to make it meet the sink. The chair’s a little too low, your head awkwardly on the ledge and you sit back up, panic bubbling in your stomach.

“Actually, this is probably not goi-“

Leon holds out a hand – stopping himself from grabbing you by the shoulders to keep you seated in fear of causing you pain. “Got an idea. Wait a second.”

He turns and leaves the bathroom as you remain sitting awkwardly, before he returns with a throw cushion from the couch. “This’ll boost you up a bit. At least give it a go, hey?”

You stand up whilst he places it down on the seat and, again, you sit down cautiously, adjusting your position. It has helped elevate you, perhaps a tad too much, but Leon is already a step ahead – rolling up one of the hand towels and sliding it between your neck and the sink counter.

“There, balanced out. Comfortable enough?”

“Mm-hm. Thanks.”

He leans over you to turn on the taps, fiddling with the temperature and running his own fingers through it before filling the jug up in preparation.

“Ready?”

“Uh-huh.”

He pours a small splash of pleasantly warm water over your scalp before pausing. “Water temperature okay?”

You can’t help but laugh at the question. “Yeah, it’s good.”

“And what’s so funny?” He looks down at you, his brows quizzical.

“You. I mean…” You bite back another laugh. “You, sounding like a hairstylist.”

“Well,” he tilts his head in thought, “let’s just see how this goes first. Could be something else to add to my ever-expanding resume.”

Leon proceeds to pour the jug of water over your scalp, being mindful of the steristrips still in place on your forehead. You’ve got a good angle as he leans over of his jawline, defined, looks to be freshly shaved but you hadn’t seen any razors on the counter top.

It clicks, then. Of course there wouldn’t be. Protocol – you hear it in Leon’s voice. When this is all over, you hope you never hear that word again.

Next, he opens up the shampoo bottle and squirts out an amount, lathering it up between his palms.

“I’d recommend you close your eyes from here on out – just in case.”

You do so - closing your eyes and taking a deep breath as he begins to lather the shampoo through your hair, methodical in his work, scrunching his fingers into the roots. You thought it’d feel horribly awkward once he’d started this part, the same way you do at the hairdressers if truth be told, staring up awkwardly at the ceiling, but as Leon continues to massage your scalp, you feel more calm and relaxed than you have in not only days, but maybe even weeks. Once satisfied, he begins to rinse it out with the aid of the jug of water, holding one of his palms horizontal against your forehead, acting as a barrier to any water or shampoo that might dare to run down.

“Conditioner too?”

“Please.”

Leon’s never done this for anyone before, but he takes it as seriously as he does when cleaning his weapons – thorough and methodical, wants to do a good job. You look so content as he massages your scalp – a warm feeling in his stomach to know that the blissful smile on your lips is from his touch and attentions alone. A thought bubbles up – positions reversed, wondering what it would feel like to have your fingers massaging into his scalp.

He knows you’re meant to let conditioner sit for a moment, so he keeps running his fingers through your hair whilst he waits - completely entranced by the peaceful look on your face, the subtle smile on your lips. Unfortunately, he can’t hold off forever, no matter how long he wants to stay in that moment – not return to reality with its bioweapons and questions from Hunnigan. It is with reluctance that he fills the jug and begins to rinse your hair a couple of times, making sure it’s completely washed out. “Okay…” He scrunches your hair carefully to try and rid it of the excess water. “I think that’s that step done, so towel or brush next?”

You open your eyes and lift your head, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he waits for your response. “Erm, towel. Would you mind…?”

He’s already reached over for one and drapes it over your head. “I just kinda…” He mimics the action of towel-drying his own hair.

You hold back a laugh. “That’s the one.”

“Right.” He puts his example into practice, a little more cautious than he would be with his own hair. “Then brush?”

“If that’s okay. Hopefully tomorrow it won’t be as sore, so I can do it an-“

“I won’t mind. Just let me know, okay?”

You nod, and he looks so focused as he starts to run the brush through your hair, mindful of pulling at tangles. You’ve seen the same look when he heads out for his perimeter checks – he’s taken this whole thing as seriously as he does his work. You feel like you could cry at how gentle he’s been with you, going above and beyond with everything.

Truth be told, the care Leon had provided you in the last few days has been more than you’d ever received from your jerk of an ex-boyfriend from however long ago it now was. Everything had seemed too much for him, any request met with a sigh or a huff of annoyance.

“Thank you. I know you said I don’t have to thank you but, you know, everything you’ve done for me is just…”

“You’re welcome, Dove.” His smile is bashful, the arm comes up to rub his neck and you can’t help but wonder if you make him feel as nervous as you feel. “Can I help with the sling?”

“That’d be great.” You follow him back out to the living room where he picks it up off the back of the sofa and swiftly gets your arm situated once more, making subtle adjustments with gentle touches until he’s happy with the fit.

“That feel okay?” He asks, a cautious palm hovering over your good shoulder.

“Perfect.” You reply, feeling goosebumps travel up your other arm from his proximity.

Leon seems to notice immediately, picking up on body language cues had been a part of his training after all. “Here,” he picks up the zip-up, helping you thread one arm through before draping the other side over your shoulder. “You looked a little cold.”

There’s a sharp pain in your eye, ruining your train of thought. “Ow.” You wince, ducking your head down in reflex.

“Did I hurt you? Shit.“ Was he too rough with the sling? Maybe you had some sort of head wound that the medic missed? There’s no chance for you to reply, though. “Here, sit down,” there’s a warm palm at the small of your back as he ushers you down to the sofa before he crouches down in front. “What hurts?”

“Nothing, I swear. I…” You rub your eye with your good hand before looking back up, blinking furiously to try and ease the irritation. “I think it’s an eyelash.”

“Can I take a look?”

“Yeah.” You nod, leaning in.

“Look up again for me?” He doesn’t know why he does it – could play it off as keeping your head still so he didn’t poke you in the eye – but he cups your cheek with one hand and gently presses his index finger of his other near your watering eyeline, catching the culprit.

“Got it.” He smiles, before gently wiping the spilt tears with his thumb. “Better?”

“Thanks.” You look back down, meeting his blue eyes, feeling heat prickle over your cheeks. You’re closer than you thought.

You should move back.

Leon knows he should let go.

You lean forward.

Leon’s palm slips from your cheek to caress the back of your head, gently, tangling his fingers in your damp hair.

You place your hand on his thigh then, steadying yourself, and close your eyes.

You can feel Leon’s exhale of breath across your lips, another arm slipping around your waist and…

Beep.

You swear your heart jumps up into your throat as Leon’s pocket begins to beep continuously, a harsh, piercing noise. He jumps up to his feet, one hand digging his cell out of his pocket and the other going for his holster.

“Fuck - perimeter alarm.” He mutters, tapping something on the screen to make the horrendous noise stop, though it continues to echo around your head.

“What does that mean?” Your voice is tight, heart pounding in your ears.

“Something’s tripped it.” He mutters, before catching the look on your face. Good job being reassuring, Kennedy. “I’m sure it’ll be nothing, Dove. Probably an animal or, hell, even a strong gust of wind can do it if the angle’s right.” He’s heading towards the garage door again and you awkwardly turn, following his path, watching as he fishes the keys out of a pocket. “I need you to stay right there whilst I go check it out, okay?”

“Is that safe?”

“You’re safe in here – I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“No, I know.” And you do, you believe it with your whole heart. “But I mean, if it's not an animal or the wind... Will you be safe?”

He can’t help but grin as he withdraws his gun, clicking the safety off. “They won't be.”

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Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

Comments, follows, likes and reblogs make my day! Part nine.

[nezuscribe]

i think that there’s something different about bakugo and how he ages. and by that i mean he ages really well. like really well.

he’s not somebody that likes to stick his head into social media unless he absolutely has to, but he’s defiantly seen the comments from people staring how they’ve never been happier that he divorced (he agrees) and that he’s back to dating (he’s not really, but he’ll indulge them). it’s funny too because his friends don’t seem to be getting the same amount of attention they got when they were in their twenties, but it seems that it never changed for bakugo. in fact, the added scars and muscle seemed to have just helped his image. deku would grumble every now and then, but it didn’t change anything that bakugo was still easy on the eyes.

and sure he could pretend that the word dilf hasn’t passed his ear once or twice but he tries to hide the redness of his cheeks as he tries to shove it all down.

so when he’s on patrol one night and he hears a childlike scream, it’s not only his hero sense that goes off but his dad sense as well.

so he’s sprinting as fast as he can, trying to track down the sound when he bumps into a figure at the round of the corner. he hears a muted groan as they fall to the ground from his impact, and he winces as he tries to help them back up.

“watch it!” the voice yells, massaging their forehead as they try to get a better look at him.

“sorry…ya’ hurt anywhere? need me to take’ya to a hospital?” he’s much better with people than he was back then, but he can still hear the awkward tilt in his voice. he gives you an apologetic wince as you roll your eyes, still not able to see him fully in the dim light.

“no, i just fell. i’m fine,” you touch the sensitive skin as you groan at the pain, already feeling something form, “damn, that hurts.”

“sorry, really,” he says, but still trying to look around you for who had just screamed, “but, by any chance, ‘ya hear who screamed?” and he can just tell your glare burning into the side of your face.

“yeah,” you fidget with your sleeve in annoyance, “me.”

“not now,” he wants to say sarcastically, but he can’t because he’s a public figure and he has to control that urge, “couple minutes ago.”

he hears you snort, looking back into the neighborhood as you nod again.

“yeah, still me.”

he pauses, scratching his head as he tried to math that sound to your voice. it could have matched?

“why….why’d you scream? you okay?” he sounds so stupid, towering over you but acting like an idiot as you roll your eyes.

“cause a fuckin’ bug flew into my face.”

he nods in understanding, now feeling bad that he not only knocked you down but did it after you were so viciously attacked.

there’s a silent beat as the two of you have nothing to say, and he almost wants to just jog off.

“you owe me.” you say, kicking a pebble around as he can feel his brows furrow in confusion.

“for what?” his voice is gruff, but even you can tell that without needing to see him he’s good looking.

“knocking me over and giving me a bruise,” your arms cross, “i want compensation. or i can do the same to you.”

he groans, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to imagine anyway else his night could have ended. all he wanted to do was go home early and spend some time with his daughter but he got himself caught up in this.

“can take you to a hospital, like i offered.”

you shake your head, looking around as you track down a small shop down the corner of the road.

“that bakery’s closed,” you point over to a small building with purple fringes, its lights off as he tracks what you’re motioning to him, “it opens at four everyday and it always runs out of shit at six. get me one of their croissants.”

he almost wants to say ‘or else….’ but you beat him to it before he could even mutter the words.

“or else you can stand over there and i’ll ram into you.”

and he won’t lie, even though both of your ultimatums were terrible at least he could crack a grin at the last one. and anyways, he was battered and bruised from the villain he fought the afternoon and was in no mood ready to be speared so close to finishing his patrol.

“fuckin’ hell,” he murmurs, digging his phone out of his pocket as he unlocks it, going to his contacts app as he outreaches it to you, “put your number in.”

“why?”

“so i can call you to give you you’re fuckin’ croissant tomorrow.”

your eyes comically widen, not believing it was that easy to bribe somebody to get you the one thing you’ve been wanting the past few weeks. you graciously take it as you jam your number in, putting your name after.

when you pass it back to him, the light of the screen luminaries his face and you gasp, feeling your heart drop to your ass when you realize who it actually is. here you can see the infamous red eyes, wheat colored hair freckled with gray as he looks over your name.

“cute name.” he grunts, muttering your it under his breath so that he doesn’t forget it. he even gives you a little wink as he walks away, almost gracing your shoulder as you stand there motionless.

a couple minutes your phone buzzes with a text, and you whip it out to see who it was. even if it said unknown you had a guess who it was seeing his first text.

unknown: forgot but i got playdate duties tmr so can’t pick ur shit up

and then another one came in

unknown: get some good clothes for tmr night and i can fly you over to get some

your lips pout slightly as you try to decipher what the hero was trying to get at, texting back a confused where as you try to pretend that your cheeks weren’t heating up because of this all. it was surely out of the blue, nothing you would have expected from shrieking because of an insect, but even more so was what he sent next.

unknown: place in france i heard is good

unknown: thought u wanted croissants?

[valentine-writes]

hii!! i was wondering if you could write headcanons for like the main four spider-kids (miles, gwen, pavitr and hobie) with a reader who like smacks people when they laugh really hard? preferably w/ a reader thats a spider-person but its up to you! :3

aggressive affection!

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, dude used once in a gender neutral way, mentions of bruising and minor injuries (but nothing crazy), spider-person reader, reader forgetting that being a spider-person makes them stronger,,, um. (°ー°〃) oops!!! 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. gwen stacy, hobie brown/spider-punk, miles morales, and pavitr prabhakar

author's note: YES I CAN YES I CAN!! this prompt iz so funny AUWWUDH I HOPE I DID IT JUSTICE!!! つ﹏⊂ also super excited 2 get to write more of them becuz AWUDGWAAHWGHWAGUAGH I LOVE THESE CHARACTERZ SMM,,, also excuse me if there's more repetition or typos than usual,,, im eepy ( つ᷄ ‸･ )

GWEN STACY headcanons

▸ the first one to fall victim to your little habit. she doesn't mind in the slightest, mainly because she's generally pretty welcome to friendly touches- even if it is slightly more aggressive than she had expected. frankly, you could've literally bitten her and she probably would've reacted the same.

she's a little awkward about it at first, pausing mid laughter as you deliver playful hits to her shoulder and bicep. she playfully shoves you away at first, like, "haha– what– what are you doing–" but quickly warms up to it

▸ here's the thing though. she 100% will do it back. if you're both joking around and losing it over something, you end up hitting each other through laughter. and it'll INTENSIFY. at some points, everyone's wondering if you two are actually beefing or not ur not. itz the way u show affection 2 one another,,, in the strangest manner

when you're assigned on missions with her, you usually end up chatting– and then you find something hilarious to giggle abt and everything goes off the rails

y'all will return to HQ bruised asf like "nah man the anomaly didn't even touch us."

jessica and miguel DEF pick up the fact y'all goof off and beat each other up before even locating the anomaly HWJEJNDNE

unfortunately– gwen is slowly paired less with you on missions becuz of this. they can't have you distracting one another a girl can never have fun fr </3

nothing that some good behaviour can't fix! just try not to give each other a complete smackdown while on duty and you'll be paired together again in no time! hopefully...

▸ both you and gwen forget that being spider-people involves super strength. and though you're both used to taking a blow or two, it stands plain and obvious that the two of you can get carried away. gwen especially. she's just a little rough sometimes– not like she means to be.

sometimes, the dull ache from the bruises she left leave you wondering if you're both a little too funny for your own good. at least she makes sure to take care of it and hold back,, when she can.

when it's your turn to get carried away, she sees your eyes widen as you splutter a million apologies to her. but every time you deliver one hit too hard, she insists it never hurts much as you think.

"dude, it's okay. you can chill out." gwen reassures. "besides, i'm built tougher than that."

she flashes a grin at you, and it's almost convincing. like she didn't even feel a thing. you know better though– gwen definitely has days where she's more sore than she'd like to be because of you. not like she'd ever admit. she likes the random play fights between the two of you.

though, you will admit that the amount of trips to the infirmary in search of ice packs is getting just the teeniest bit absurd. people are starting to ask questions at HQ-- which is fine. the frozen bag of peas gwen offers to you for your injuries works just as good as any ice pack ...it's been sitting in the bottom of her freezer for God Knows How Long but you don't need to know that

HOBIE BROWN headcanons:

▸ you see how this guy interacts with people???

hobie's used to friendly touches, and initiates physical contact without overthinking it. that little shoulder shake he does w/ miles makes me smile everytime i heart hobie. ALSO AAUWHEHWH LEBRON AND DWAYNE'S HANDSHAKE BEING HOBIE'S AND PAV'S?? I ADORE.

you really think something as little as a few friendly punches and hits bothers hobie "forehead-kissing-the-homies-goodnight" brown??? /lh + /hj but man platonic physical affection hobie. like. hear me on this one.

▸ he's 100% cool with it– actually initiated it before you did. nothing crazy, a light smack on your back or arm as he laughed with

eventually, while joking around with you, realized you had the same habit

you end up hitting each other quite a bit– but he's not as accidentally aggressive as gwen is. laughing with hobie won't get you hospitalized, he's cognizant enough with his strength to know how much to hold back.

▸ then again, there are times where you get carried away. hobie's quick to shake it off, not feeling the effect of the hit until later– if you notice and apologize, he'll just shake his head and shrug

"nah, nah– it's fine." he insists, chuckling a bit as he rubs the spot where you smacked him. "there's been worse."

and yes, objectively, you know that's true– but you both fight villains in your everyday life. of course there's going to be worse than just a hit too hard. he won't accept an ice pack– but will joke that you could just kiss it better instead

that earns a groan from you, smacking him again in the arm for good measure as he snickers

MILES MORALES headcanons:

▸ doesn't hate it!! not against it!!! find it surprising at first. he didn't expect a playful punch to his arm in response to his little joke, but watching as you giggled uncontrollably, hitting him lightly– he decided that he didn't mind too much

he knows you don't mean any harm, so it's cool with him! he's rolling with the punches literally every time you two are losing it

▸ if you land a smack on him that ends up being a little too hard, he'll definitely try to play it off awkwardly, rubbing it and nervously laughing when you ask if he's okay

"oh sh–" you promptly stop, your smile fading as concern floods your face. he winced slightly at your last hit and it was much to obvious to ignore. "you good, miles? i am so sorry–"

"me? yeah, yeah– it's cool!" he replies dismissively, giving you the lightest punch back. miles laughs nervously at your completely unconvinced expression.

"bro. cmon. be real."

"that? hah– nahh. barely felt it." spoilers!!! he felt it

you keep it in mind to dial it back a bit when with miles, because he barely hits back and hates admitting when it actually hurts.

you'll get an occasional "ow–" with a little chuckle, but he refuses to acknowledge that you might be a bit too rough. he jus doesn't wanna hurt feelings man :(

you're his friend who gets a little too carried away sometimes– and that's fine!!! besides, he can't let gwen and hobie have all the fun.

"you holding back on me?" he asks you, noticing your hits have gotten weaker.

"what's it to you?"

"i can handle it. 's fine!! really!" miles says. there's a beat of silence as you stare at him incredulously.

"and you didn't bruise last time?." you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"yeah."

"...say swear."

miles raises his hands, sighing. "ok, look–" HE WANTZ 2 ROUGHHOUSE W/ HIS FRIEND TOO OK (*ﾉε｀*) besides. u and gwen and hobie seem to have so much fun w/ it,,

▸ because of his stubbornness, you oblige, pulling your punches just a little less when having a little laughing fit with him.

as a result, miles develops a habit deflecting your hits while absolutely losing it. gently shoving your hands away as you smack him, both of you doubling over laughter

miles will say sumn he knows you'll find a lil too funny and just,,, *cue continuous hitting and blocking as he predicts literally Every Movement you make* he's literally learned to parry becuz of u HAJWBDKDNEN

PAVITR PRABHAKAR headcanons:

▸ the type to pretend to beat up his friends while making punching noises when he's bored

he's just lightly tapping u with his knuckles going "pow– pow pow– bam–" under his breath HANWJENDN IM SORRY I FIND THIS FUNNY. i also. do this. (｡･･｡).

and ur like "...uh. ok."

he's def not opposed to it!! when he has the energy, he's all for it!!! pavitr's playfully hitting, shoving you away, gasping for air as the two of you giggle over something that's only really funny to the two of you.

he's pretty energetic most of the time, and it manifests as you "brawl" with each other as you laugh over some stupid joke.

▸ when you hit him a little too hard, most of the time, he doesn't even notice until the aftermath manifests as a bruise or two on his arms– but even then he doesn't care.

however,,, there are occasions where he initiates it, laughing and smacking you– and when you're laughing with him, raising your hand to hit back, he'll gasp dramatically, recoil instantly and get all dramatic about it i'm projecting all the things i do onto pav i bet u cant tell /sarc

pav the minute you decide to try and get him back– bar for bar, word for word:

he's just a little guy,, a little guyy,,, nooo,,, itz also his birthday,, he's a little birthday boy– HWJWBDN SORRY THIS IS SO UNSERIOUS

this is a bit that he drags on FOREVERRR like itz the funniest thing in the world

▸ ALL of his hits are a little too hard. he does the fake beat up thing a lot but when you two are roughhousing, you're the one reminding him to chill out through stifled laughs

he'll immediately soften the blows quickly at your request, knowing it's probably best for you to remain as uninjured as possible when not doing mission. can't have your shit rocked before you even face a villain!!! his hits end up somewhere between hobie's and gwen's– an almost perfect middle (*´꒳`*)

almost.

occasionally, he'll literally just... take the hits. not like miles where he's deflecting. he's jus standing there laughing while you smack him. which is a concerning sight for anyone who isn't used to your antics!!!

this happened in hq once and peter b, who happened to be walking by, lowkey thought you were straight up attacking pav

upon hearing the two of you giggling though, he figured that he wasn't witnessing an act of violence and didn't have to step in

[liminal-space-lesbian]

Breakfast in Bed

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Warnings: Sam being a bit intimidating??

Summary: (request) You wake up and decide to make Tara breakfast in bed. You and Sam have a conversation about Tara in the kitchen as you cook.

Words: 1,296

Friends Family (part two)

a/n YOU GUYS I'M SO OBSESSED WITH THEM ITS NOT FUNNY ANYMORE

You woke up slowly, feeling Tara's warmth pressing against you as you sighed contentedly. You slowly peeked your eyes open to see your girlfriend's peaceful face. Her lips were parted slightly as she breathed deeply, her face serene as she slept. You couldn't help but smile, warmth filling your chest to the point of bursting. I love her so much.

You carefully extracted yourself from her embrace and tiptoed out of the room, heading to the kitchen. 'I'll surprise her with breakfast in bed, she'll love it.' You thought with a faint smile as you padded around the center island to rummage through the fridge. You planned on making Tara her favorite omelette with cheese, tomatoes, mushrooms, and peppers along with some toast and bacon.

You quietly placed a pan on the stove, turning the burner on as you cracked four eggs into a bowl. You then begin chopping the vegetables, humming softly to yourself as you worked.

"What are you doing up so early?" A gruff voice came from behind you, causing you to flinch in surprise. You glanced over your shoulder to see a disgruntled looking Sam standing in the hallway. You offered her a small smile.

"Goodmorning. I'm just making Tara some breakfast in bed. Do you want some?" You asked as you placed some bacon in the pan to sizzle quietly. You glanced back at her when she didn't respond immediately, and you saw her giving you a strange look.

"No I'm okay, I'll just make myself some coffee." She says simply as she shuffles over to the coffee pot. You nod, not taking her demeanor too personally. Sam wasn't really a morning person.

"So what did you two do last night anyways? You guys left halfway through the movie." Sam says as she pours the coffee grounds into a filter, placing it in the machine. You glance at her, feeling a bit nervous. You didn't want to make a bad impression with Sam, she was Tara's sister. She didn't seem to like you already, but you knew she was a good person, and Tara loved her.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I have a weak stomach and don't really like gore, so Tara suggested we go to her room to watch something else. We ended up watching Legally Blond, which was nice. I am sorry if us leaving disrupted the night or made anyone uncomfortable though." You apologize hastily, glancing at Sam to gauge her reaction as you flip the bacon.

"Oh, don't apologize its okay. Nobody was particularly put out by it. Aside from Mindy being Mindy of course." Sam added the last bit in a grumble, looking slightly irritated. She sighed and rubbed her eyes, biting back a yawn.

You awkwardly turned back to your cooking, not sure what to say. The silence was awkward as Sam pulled a mug out of the cabinet, pouring her now ready coffee. You tried not to wrinkle your nose at the smell. You hated coffee, much to Tara's dismay.

"That's really nice of you, you know." Sam says after taking a sip of her probably too hot coffee. You glance up at her in surprise, not sure what she was referring to.

"What?" You ask, confusion creasing your brow as you pause whisking the eggs to look at Sam. She gestures to your cooking with the hand that isn't cradling her coffee mug.

"You making her breakfast. It's a nice thing to do." She says, her eyes drifting from the food to your face. You feel yourself growing flustered, a blush burning at your face as you squirm under your gaze. You were never good with compliments.

"Oh! Well- I mean why wouldn't I? I mean, it'll make her happy so..." You trail off, awkwardly turning away from Sam as her gaze felt all too heavy. 'Ew, why did I say that that sounds so performative.' You mentally berate yourself as you take the bacon out of the pan and pour the eggs into it.

"You know, I always thought I'd hate whoever Tara ended up dating. Like, I imagined it'd always kind of be me against them, in a way." Sam admits suddenly, sounding thoughtful. You feel anxiety burst in your chest at her words, nervously shifting your weight from one foot to the other. 'Sam hates me?'

"But with you it's not really like that I guess. I mean I know you'll always do what's best for Tara, and take care of her." Sam's tone shifts to something softer, and her words cause you to snap your gaze to her in surprise. Was Sam seriously being... vulnerable with you right now?

"You're one of the good ones (Y/n)." She says as she steps closer to you, so she can gently pat your shoulder. You stare up at her wide eyed, and you don't know if you want to laugh or cry. Sam doesn't hate you. Sam likes you. She approves of your relationship with Tara.

"Thank you." You manage to choke out, feeling a lump rising in your throat. Sam offers you a small smile before pointing at the pan.

"Don't burn your eggs." She says with a wink before giving you a final pat on the shoulder and heading to the living room. You quickly turn back to your omelette, hastily flipping it right before it crossed from overcooked to burnt. You quickly assembled the omelette and buttered the toast, plating the meal before carrying it to Tara's room along with a glass of orange juice.

You carefully entered the room, setting the plate down on the end table as you kneeled on the bed, smiling down at your sleeping girlfriend.

"Tara." You whispered, gently brushing your fingers along her shoulder. You didn't want to startle her awake, which had happened more than once when you were waking her up. Tara was a rather jumpy sleeper.

"Mm." She hummed sleepily, turning her head in your direction before slowly squinting her eyes open. She took a deep breath and smiled up at you, her hands coming to gently rest on your forearms.

"Goodmorning beautiful." You murmur, leaning down to kiss Tara's forehead. She smiled wider, her hands moving up to cup your face so she could guide your lips to hers. You kissed her gently, melting into her. her lips were slightly chapped from sleep, but they still were as plush as ever. You could kiss Tara forever.

"I made you breakfast." You mumble against her lips when you finally pull away, unable to fight a smile. You pulled back to look at her expression, and you felt your heart soar at the way she was looking at you. Her eyes were impossibly soft, her bottom lip jutting out in a minuscule pout as her eyebrows pulled together.

"Oh baby, you're so sweet, you didn't have to do that." She whispers as she sits up and sees the meal you have prepared for her. You shake your head and smile as you gently hand her the plate, unable to stop smiling.

"I'd make you breakfast in bed for the rest of my life if I could." You murmur as you sit beside her, your shoulder brushing hers slightly. She leaned further into you, her eyes welling with tears.

"Aww baby." She coos as she kisses you again, unwilling to pull away. You gently push her away with a smile.

"Eat it before it gets cold please." You plead as you gesture to the meal. She nods and begins to tuck into her food as you watching her contentedly. You couldn't help but remember what Sam had said. 'I know you'll always do what's best for Tara, and take care of her.' In that moment, you knew you would do just that.

[hirsheyskisses]

Hii! I love your scenarios with Law, they're so character-like and they're all canon for me🥺

Can I request (if you want ofc)a scenario with Law x a really cute and short s/o who doesn't even realize how cute she is and Law can't help but to compare in his mind how small she is compare to him? Thank you!

Fun-Sized!

TRAFALGAR LAW x READER

Summary: law really can't resist just how small and cute you are, and God damn it, his heart can't take it! (Short Scenario)

a/n: took inspiration from my friends blog for this one! 🤣 also sorry it took so long, hit a wall with work 😭

♡ honestly, Law adores how small you are. Compared to the rest of the crew even, who thankfully aren't dramatically huge, you're small.

♡ He loves to engulf your hands with his, pull you close to his chest, and drop his head onto of yours even if it leaves him angled awkwardly.

♡ heavens he almost finds it funny watching you try and climb things to get to the top shelf, only to hear your whines about how you totally had it when he room'd you and what you needed into his arms

♡ he is PROTECTIVE though. In public he'll constantly wrap his arm around your shoulder and hold you to his side

♡ constantly watching you, but he isn't afraid to get a bit clingy, either..

"Law! Hey, it looks like you!"

Law had zoned out a long while ago during your shopping trip, eyes never once leaving you. He'd insisted in coming along for protection, but it isn't really why he came- it was to see you. He really couldn't help it, you proving his point.

You were standing before him, with an angry penguin with black spots on its chest. Law couldn't even be insulted by the fact you'd just compared him to an angry penguin, no. He was instead focused on that cute glint in your eyes, the gleeful smile that lit up your face, and he had to wholefully resist the urge to just squish you.

"Sure." Law responded, a lazy smile gracing his features as he took the penguin you offered him, glancing it over before setting it on your head. You laughed and dropped it off your head, moving to set it on the shelf. The slight struggle as you stood on your tiptoes, and Law took it once more to set it back on the shelf. "Thanks!"

He nodded, feeling your hand slip into a hold against his. So small... he thought, absent mindedly beginning to rub his thumb over the back of your hand. His hand could easily engulf you- Law was well aware of how strong you were, yet in moments like these, Law felt like even the gentlest of breezes could break you.

Browsing the aisles, you didn't realize just how intently Law had been watching you. Pausing in the book aisles, you pulled your hand from his, grabbing at a book. Law continued to stare before he stepped behind you, wrapped his arms around your torso, and plopped his chin atop your head. "Law? What're you up to?" "...seeing what you're doing down there." "Law!" You laughed, pushing your back into his chest to push him back a bit. Of course, it failed, Law just held you a bit closer, burying his face into your hair, not minding the awkward slouched position he was in.

You sighed, growing amused by his antics as you returned your attention to the books, allowing your doting boyfriend to bury his head into your hair.

"Gonna kill me, with how damn cute you are, Y/N-ya."

[d10nyx]

Hi pookie bear… its ur favorite anon again..

Hear me out, Step brother! Leon whos dear innocent little step sister gets stuck somewhere (interesting position..) and leon cant help himself when he sees her predicament so he takes advantage of the situation and the fact that she asked him to help her get unstuck. (maybe a threat of leaving her stuck at some point, its up 2 u bbg)

ily snoogle 😍🫶

hello to... my favourite anon omg. if you say so it must be true :3

i'm hearing you out!! idk why but silly porn tropes make me giggle sometimes... listen don't analyse the logistics of acc being able to get stuck like this. i see how much space there is under the dumb beds girlies get stuck under in porn we all know it doesn't make sense

ILY EVEN MORE POOKIE... here's a drabble for you :3

nsfw below the cut - tw: stepcest, brief dub-con, leon is a little mean :((

"What the-" Leon's footsteps falter as he walks past you, stopping to take in the predicament you've gotten yourself into. He snorts out a laugh as he sees you, and you can practically sense that dumb smirk plastered on his face despite not being able to see him.

Having an ottoman bed was usually great. Your room was the smallest(Leon had promised to make your life a living hell if you took the bigger one) so having the extra space was nice. You just had to lift the slats and mattress up and boom! Free storage unit.

Of course, you're not that lucky, so the stupid thing failed on you and snapped shut with you still leaning over to look for stuff, trapping you inside. Your whole upper body was incased, and the angle was so awkward you couldn't get any leverage to push the damn thing open again.

"Leon!" You breathe out, feeling relief that someone had found you. You thought you'd be stuck under here forever. "Jesus, thank fuck. Can you help me get out of here?"

"You know, as much as I'd love to help you," He starts, steeping closer until he's right behind you. His hands settle on your hips, giving them a little squeeze. Your breath hitches at the contact, and you try to squirm away from his touch.

"I think you could stand to stay there a little longer." He finishes, his fingers brushing the waistband of your shorts.

"Leon... dude." You hiss, trying to squirm away from his touch. His hands have your cheeks burning up, your brows furrowed in confusion. "This isn't funny! What the hell are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" He repeats, letting out another laugh as he starts to slowly tug your shorts down. You can feel his gaze locked onto you as he slips them down so they pool at your knees. "I'm taking advantage of the situation. It'd be a shame to let this... opportunity go to waste."

"Oppur... wait. Leon, you can't be serious! Come on, this is messed up! Just help me out!"

"No can do, sis." He hums, brushing his thumb against your panties. Damp. Looks like you were enjoying this more than you let on. "Mom and dad have gone out, so... either you stay here for the next few hours, hell... maybe even the rest of the day, or you let me have my fun, and I'll getcha out."

You pause at his words, biting your lip. You didn't really have much of a choice. Your abdomen was already aching from being pressed so harshly against the bedframe by the part of the bed that lifts. You didn't want to be here for hours.

"I-I guess... just... I don't know, Leon, I haven't..." You mumble, your voice a lot less snappy than before.

"Aww, princess... where'd your attitude go?" He coos teasingly, rubbing circles onto your clit through your panties. You jolt at the sensation, moaning softly. "My baby sis is a virgin? That's cute."

He tugs at your panties, letting them drop down with your shorts. You hear him take a sharp intake of breath in as he looks at you, his fingers spreading your puffy lips.

"Don't worry. I'm not a complete asshole. Just a small one." He says cheekily, and then you hear the dostinct sound of a belt buckle and the zipper of his jeans. A moment passes when you can hear the rustling of fabric, and then his hands are on you again.

"I won't fuck you. Yet. But I'll make us both feel good, sweetheart." He says, giving you a few light smacks to your ass.

"Okay..." You breathe out, your heart rabbiting in your chest. You swallow hard, brows furrowing as you hear him shift.

"That's a good girl." He grunts, slotting his cock between your folds. That's where he keeps it, just rutting his cock against you. You coat him in your arousal, the slick sounds of your pussy echoing in the room as you drip all over his cock. His tip brushes your clit every time his hips jerk forward, making you whine.

"You do owe me now, sweetheart." He groans, forcing your legs together so the fat of your thighs keeps his cock secure as he humps your cunt. "I better be the one to break you in. Want my cute step-sister's pussy all to myself."

"Y-yeah... all yours..." You breathe out, trying to rock your hips back to get more friction against your sensitive nub. You whimper as the change in angle has his length dragging along your folds deliciously.

"Think I watched a video like this once." He says with a huff of laughter, gripping your hips right as he chases his orgasm using your body. "Must've drained all the step-sibling content on PornHub... couldn't help myself seein' you stuck like this."

His thrusts start to grow a little sloppy, his breathing becoming more shallow. He's close already, and you're not far behind. He rolls his hips, angling himself to make sure he's giving you the friction you need.

Your body tenses as you cum with a loud moan of his name, twitching from the aftershocks. He groans and pulls away when you start whimpering from oversensitivity. You hear a few wet schlick sounds as he jerks himself off, flinching slightly when you feel his cum costing your ass and pussy.

He pulls up your shorts and panties without cleaning you off, making you cringe as they press the cum into your skin, a grimace crossing your face. You hear the sounds of him redressing before he's lifting the top of the bed, looking down at you with a cocky smirk.

"C'mon, princess. Up you get." He says, grabbing your wrist to pull you up. "And don't forget... I'll be back for more."

[aroui]

for you

it’s crowded in the cafe but at least a pretty boy approached you, right?

a lyney and reader meet-cute :)

“uh, mind if i sit here?”

in a jam-packed cafe, lyney had no other choice but to sit on the chair opposite of yours. as much as you wanted to protect your peace, you had no choice but to give it up for the attractive stranger in front of you.

“sure,” you replied. it’s impossible anyways, peace was never an option on friday afternoons. you shift your attention back to your laptop, opting to continue your work. as much as you wanted to stare at the pale-haired fellow.

sitting right next to a window wasn’t that great of an idea either. the gazes of passersby are starting to linger a few seconds longer on the person in front of you, it’s almost like he’s putting up a show.

though, you couldn’t blame them. he was pretty, clad in formal clothes that complement his lithe form so well, with hair so bright and eyes so colorful you could get lost in them–

but, you wanted to know what his plans are after this. after all, you never know when you’ll meet another individual as interesting as the one in front of you right now.

“are you going somewhere?” you speak.

“it’s my outfit, isn’t it?” he asks sheepishly. you curtly nod.

“ah, well, i’m a performer of sorts,”

“really?”

“really,”

“wow,”

the conversation quickly ends in awkward silence. he hasn’t finished his drink, your paperwork isn’t even nearly done.

well–

“would you like to see a magic trick?”

“so, you’re a magician?” you raise an eyebrow, suddenly even more interested.

“you answered my question with another?”

“you just did what i did,” you point at him, although it’s without malice. you just wanted to learn about what interests him, that’s all.

“just,” he sighs, “‘yes’ or ‘no’?”

a pause.

“ok,” you breathe out. there’s no harm, right?

he pulls out a deck of cards, spreading it out on the table with the back of the cards facing up. he pulls one out with an image of a flower on it. it looks familiar, though you can’t remember its name.

he flips it, the back of the card now facing you. then, he flips it again.

but instead of an image, it’s an actual one.

a flower.

“woah!” you laugh heartily. it was no funny joke or trick, but something about his actions made you feel so giddy and full inside that you couldn’t help but let a smile take over your face.

“for you,” he reaches for your hand and you let him. you let him put the flower in your grasp.

you can’t help but eye the multitude of pigments that the flower is showing. blink and the color you’re looking at is gone, as if the flower was aware of your watchful eyes.

“thank you, um,”

“lyney,” he smiles and your heart skips a beat.

“it’s nice to meet you, lyney,”

“likewise,” he says your name, the letters softly rolling out of his tongue.

[hi-i-love-u-bitch]

Okay I see your "if Hobie and Noir meet they would be besties and punch nazis together" and I totally agree with that! But also consider:

Hobie is Spider Noir's biggest fanboy!

Like in the comics he's like a HUGE Gwen Stacy stan and he's such a goofy little dork about it. In ATSV him and Gwen's relationship is more like chill friends, and I'm okay with that. But I think it be so funny that when Hobie was recruted into Spiderverse society and Miguel was showing him all the other universes with the different Spiderman variants he pauses by the computer screen with that one gritty black and white universe cuz he just saw some guy in a fedora and trench coat PUNCH A FUCKING NAZI!!! WHO IS THAT GUY?!?! HE'S SO COOL!!!

He asks Miguel a million and one question about the guy and when the old grump annoyingly shoos him away he asks Peter as he briefly met him during that one incident in Miles is dimension. When that still isn't enough he asks Lyla to tell him everything she knows on Noir. Now obviously Lyla has no obligation to do this but she's also never seen Hobie this giddy and excited over something other then music. Its adorable, he's almost like a little kid wanting to know everything about their favorite cartoon. Also she low key likes to annoy Miguel and Hobie's rebellious spirit that gets under her straight laced boss is skin which is hilarious.

You know when Gwen first met Hobie she was a bit intimated cuz he just had that "too cool" vibe about him. But as soon as she mentions that she has worked with other Spider people before, which includes Noir, he did a whole 180 and became a complete dork!

Hobie: Get out, you actually met him! 🤩

Gwen: Uh, yeah?

Hobie: How was he like? What did he say? Did he talk about fascist corruption that not only plagued the system back then but even now as well? Was he super cool during the fight?! 😃🤩💫😻

Gwen: ..........He was nice.

Hobie: That's so rad! ✨️🤟🤩

I also feel like, aside from Miles, Gwen keeps in contact with the other Spider peeps from the first movie and tried to recruit them into the Spider society but obviously Noir and Porker didn't join. Porker because he’s a cartoon that follows "toon logic" and Miguel's ideologies are too serious for his taste. And Noir because, and I quote: "The last I heard of a secret society designed to 'keep the peace for the greater good of humanity at any cost' a whole world war came about it. I know fascism when I see it, kid."

Gwen relays that message to Hobie when explaining why Noir isn't joining and Hobie's response to that is: "He gets it! He just like me fr! 😭💕"

I think it be really cute that in the next movie when they finally meet Hobie is kinda awkward and shy. Like this guy has never respected an adult in his life (at least not any that didn’t deserve the disrespect) and with Noir his all like "Hello sir" "How are you sir" "It's very nice to meet you sir!" And Noir is actually just a really nice guy if a little broody but he's heard so much about this kid from Gwen and how much of a good friend he's been to her so Noir already likes him on principle.

Hobie: Uh Mr. Noir-- Parker, sir! It is such an honor to meet you! The work you do in your universe is amazing and I hope to learn more while working alongside you however briefly.

Noir: Ah, Peter is just fine really, or Noir if it gets to confusing. No need to be so formal, we're all on equal footing here. I've heard a lot about you and your world as well from Gwen. Although it does sadden me that such a young man has to take on the burden of saving the world from such a corrupt society yet again, you're going about it quite well. War is hard and ugly and violent but you are amazingly brave to be able to stand up for what is right in the face of it all. If anybody is honored here it is me, for being able to meet such a remarkable young man like you. And knowing that my friends have made such honorable allies in the midst of all this chaos.

Hobie, externally: Yeah, it's whatevs 😎

Hobie, internally: Dont cry dont cry dont cry dont cry dont cry dont cry dont cry dont cry YOURE GUNNA LOOK SO UNCOOL IF YOU CRY IN FRONT OF HIM NOW 😭💕😭💕😭

I just think it be really cute if they had a wholesome father-son sort of relationship where they shit talk corrupt government systems and punch fascists together. You know, regular father-son bonding!

(Also I think that's another reason Miguel didn't invite Spider Noir to the Spiderverse, cuz he knew that both of these menaces together would cause a bigger headache than its worth 🤣🤣🤣)

[twinksrepository]

A kiss where it hurts

Rating: 16+ (for implied naughty Dante)

Pairing: Dante X F!Reader

CW: blood, injury, Dante being a horn dog, medical inaccuracies 

Word count: .6 K roughly

A/N: Dante gets hurt, and for the first time needs you to provide some doctoring

“Ow” 

“Well stop squirming and it wouldn't hurt so much.” Ignoring the pout on Dante's face as you focus on the final slash on his chest. 

“Maybe if you were more gentle with that thing.” Huffing as his hands grip your hips a little tighter in response to the pain. 

“Forceps, and if you had been willing to lay down I would have better control over what I'm doing.” Adjusting the frames of your lenses so the light above the telescopic lens shines right in the space between his split skin. “Seriously what made you think it was a good idea to slice off a demon's arm while it had its fingers in your chest?” 

“You have terrible bedside manner you know.” Grousing at you before letting his head fall back onto the couch headrest. “I didn't think the damn thing would leave parts of itself behind in me.” For the first time since you met Dante the suave devil hunter needed actual medical assistance, stepping inside his office where you had been reading while waiting for him to get back from his most recent job. The dumbass had refused to lie down after you ran to get your travel kit and pulled a set of gloves on after washing your hands in his bathroom. So here you were with him sitting on his couch while you dug the talons from his chest while seated in his lap. 

“I have great bedside manners, too bad this isn't a bed so you don't deserve any of it.” Leaning back to scowl at him. “Seriously, stop squirming. I can't get the last one if you keep moving and your body keeps trying to heal around the object.” 

“It hurts! How would you feel if I was rooting around in your insides?” Biting his lip in annoyance as you shuffle your hips and roll your back before using your fingers to spread the wound open once more. 

“Stop breathing for five seconds.” You order, using the brief pause in his chest expanding to finally catch the edge and carefully extract the foreign object from him. “Got it.” Turning your forceps with the light shining at the end of the tool as you inspect it to make sure part of it didn't break off inside of his chest. “For the record, technically you route around in my insides all the time.” Dropping the talon inside a small tray for disposal with the others. “Just that it's the fun parts.” 

“Very funny Doc.” You can already see the difference as some of his coloring starts to come back and the brief pinch of his jaw disappears as the pain quickly fades. 

“Want me to stitch these up?” It might be a wasted effort since the first one you removed is already starting to heal on its own as if it never existed in his pale skin. 

“No, but I'll settle for a kiss to make it feel better.” Grinning like an idiot as he wiggles his eyebrows at you as if you hadn't noticed his other problem as you sat in his lap. 

“Down boy.” Laughing a little as you pull off one glove and drop it into the same container before removing your glasses and killing the power to the light attached. It's awkward but you bend your back more to plant a quick kiss above the wounds. “Feel better?” 

“No, but maybe you need to kiss lower, since that's not where it hurts.” You snort in response, then again you always knew kisses don't help make pain go away, but it's fun to pretend.

[after-witch]

“ You know Shiggy, I would have gone on a date with you if you just asked.”

note: yandere, kidnapped reader

--

He pauses the game. That, on its own, is unusual. There's a buzzing sort of quiet in the room, punctuated by the hum of the mini-fridge and his shallow breathing.

But he unpauses it just as quickly, and the room is once again filled with the discordant noise of gunfire and explosions and distant complaints of fellow gamers over their mics.

"Well I didn't ask," he says, voice just a little more remote now, fingers flying over the controls. "So I don't know why you're nagging me about it."

You roll your eyes and fall back on the bed. He's got your legs in his lap while you lay behind him on a pillow, a "compromise" from when you complained about feeling too stiff to sit in his lap for hours on end.

You're tired of watching him game, tired of it being so dark, tired of being here.

What if you weren't? What if things had been different, after all?

"I think... I would have asked you to meet me at a cafe." You stare up at the ceiling, at a water stain that mercifully never grew any bigger. "Somewhere out of the way, so it wouldn't be super busy, and we could talk but it wouldn't be totally awkward."

The date shows up, blurry and vague, in your imagination as you continue to talk to yourself, imagining a scenario in which you weren't kidnapped by an online dating match who turned out to be a villain with a terrible Quirk.

"I would have ordered us some food to share. And I'd ask you what you wanted to drink, and you would have murmured that you didn't know, so I would have recommended something. Not too sweet, because I don't think you'd like that."

You don't notice that he's shifted on the bed, turning his body to watch as you create this fantasy date.

"We'd be a little awkward at first, but, eventually you'd open up. You'd say something funny--well you know, like, dark humor--and I'd laugh and you'd sit a little closer. I wouldn't mind, and maybe I'd scooch closer to. When it got too crowded, I'd suggest heading out somewhere else. The park, maybe."

You try to imagine where it would go from there. It's hard, considering where things actually went.

"And... we'd go out on another date. And another one. And at some point I'd take a selfie of myself with your phone so it could be your background. And you'd pretend to be annoyed, but you'd like it, I think. You'd ask if you should do the same with my phone, and I'd say i'd rather have a photo of us together instead, and..."

You don't know where to go from there, because the fantasy is hard to keep up, and it's starting to crack.

"I don't know," you say. "I don't know what would happen after that."

You didn't even realize that he'd paused the game again. Not until you're suddenly aware that all you can hear is the hum of the room, his unsteady breathing, which you can almost feel in your legs, pressed on either side of his waist.

You flick your gaze up towards him and he's got his mouth pressed down, his eyes boring into you. Thinking. Waiting.

"Doesn't matter," he says finally, voice firm and matter-of-fact. He turns back to the game. "I didn't ask, and none of that happened."

No, you think. No, it didn't.

[rendy-a]

If your interested i would like to request a self aware au where the player instead of possesses Ramshackle instead of Yuu

My first thought is that I don’t understand this request.  Possess the actual building of Ramshackle?  Then I thought it might actually be funny if the Player were stuck in the building Encanto-style.  Feel free to drop in a new request if this isn’t what you were looking for.  Until then, enjoy this silly idea.

The Dorm Magical

All the characters in Twisted Wonderland had an innate sense for when they were being observed by the Player.  It was a feeling so sublime that it was the only thing a character craved.  One day, they stopped receiving that feeling as they did lessons, went about the storyline and even engaged in event stories.  These were all the Player’s favorite times to grace them with their notice!  It was deeply disturbing to them (could you have quit playing the game?) until they noticed that feeling again within the walls of Ramshackle Dorm.  Now this unique dorm isn’t just the home to the odd students Grim and Yuu but also the only place left on campus to experience the notice of the Player. 

Nothing matters anymore unless you can do it in Ramshackle or take it to Ramshackle.  Riddle brings every perfect-scored test to casually hold up to the walls, hoping you’ll take notice.  A suspicious number of movies being filmed by the Film Club seem to use old houses as a setting.  If any odd floorboard squeaks or movements of doors happen, all the club members merely clap and declare that the Player is so good at ad-libbing. 

Epel bursts into the lounge of Ramshackle and Grim nearly chokes on a bite of tuna.  “Nya!  What’s the big idea barging in here like that?” he asks between coughs.  Epel holds up a spelldrive trophy enthusiastically, “We won the tournament!”  Yuu smiles at him indulgently, “Great job.”  Epel shoots him a puzzled look as though to say, ‘Why are you talking to me?’  Then he turns about the room, holding the trophy aloft until a beam of sunlight from a window seems to shift and hit the trophy perfectly.  Epel grins as though the Player had personally awarded him that trophy.  “Awe, shucks!” he beams while grinning like a fool.  Then, he suddenly seems to recollect somewhere he needs to be.  “I…I should probably get this trophy back now before Leona notices its missing.  See you later Player!”  He makes awkward eye contact with Grim, “and…I guess Yuu and Grim too…”

It’s not just students, so many classes seem to be held in Ramshackle dorm.  The same students that used to try to sweet talk teachers into holding class outside on sunny days are now suggesting they can concentrate so much better in the quiet Ramshackle dorm.  Staff are surprisingly fast to agree.  There is now a sign-up sheet in the faculty lounge to reserve a Ramshackle day.

“Turn to page 101 in your textbooks.  Today we are covering proper methods of distilling potions,” Crewel begins his lecture.  A hand raises, “Professor, couldn’t we learn this better in Ramshackle?”  Crewel lets out a long-suffering sigh, “There aren’t even potion making facilities in that dorm.”  Another hand raises, “But Trein got to have history there twice this week already.”  Crewel pauses for a moment considering that petty argument.  “Screw it,” he finally replies in an arrogant tone, “Grab your things.  We are moving this class to the kitchen of Ramshackle.”  A cheer erupts from the masses.

Rules had to be made preventing transfer to Ramshackle.  Crowly is very firm on this; if he can’t live there, no one else can either!  The few times in the main story where people stay over are the highlight of those student’s year.

Vil slides his hand gently down the banister of the staircase as he descends and lets out a satisfied sigh.  “Stop stroking my house,” Yuu retorts in an annoyed tone. “For the duration of the VDC training camp, it’s our house,” and continues to lightly run his fingertips along the wallpaper with a dreamy smile.

The guest room is the most coveted invitation on campus.  Students would gladly jump over any number of couches and tables for the honor of being trapped in the corner of the Ramshackle guest room.  Even Riddle is happy to cut class, dress up in his Halloween costume and stand idly by. 

Deep in the corner of the room, Sebek stands on two small squares of open space.  He paces a single step backwards and forwards.  He’s been trapped there for at least an hour, yet he still sounds at the peak of happiness as he exclaims, “THIS DECORATION REMINDS ME OF THE THORN FAIRY HERSELF!  WHAT A MAGNIFICENTLY APPOINTED ROOM!”  The door blows open slightly in a breeze and Sebek preens as though receiving an approving wave from the great Player themselves.  Ah, what a moment to be alive and trapped in a room.

[nezuscribe]

no because imagine what bakugo’s like when he’s actually in love. and not just in love. but in love with somebody who’s the total opposite of him. with him being grumpy and you being the sunshine in his life.

and not the sort of in love that comes with dates and movie nights or even workplace dinners that he now has a girlfriend to bring to.

but by the sort of love that comes with an awkward first meeting, fleeting touches and shared, knowing smiles.

“oh, didn’t see you there!” is the first words you ever said to him, your face downturned into an apologetic grin as you shuffle away from the protein powders, watching as his gruff appearance slackened for a second when he took you in. you’d been contemplating on what to buy for your friend, and she wasn’t really specific in the flavor she wanted so you were huffing and puffing as you tried to imagine what she’d like. unfortunate it meant a certain somebody was standing behind you for the past minute without you realizing until he loudly cleared his throat.

“it’s-it’s alright.” he’d grunt, giving you a small, thankful nod as he grabs what he was looking for (vanilla flavored, yeah really bland, he’s aware of it), and spared another glance towards you.

you were pretty, really pretty as he didn’t know what to do. you had a scarf wrapped tightly around your neck that he couldn’t help but smile at seeing that it had little ducks on it as he pointed at it.

“nice scarf.”

you looked down, almost as if you had forgotten what you were wearing and then you gave him an even bigger grin that just made him flush a deeper pink.

“thanks!” but your smile grew into a grimace as you picked at its loose ends, “gotta sew it up a bit though, it’s nearly falling apart…” and although you two started off unbalanced with the way he barely knew what to say and you who always found topics to talk about, he walked around the aisles of the little store multiple times just to talk with you even though he already got what he came here for.

and other times when he’s tired and the last thing he wants to do is talk and your there at his apartment because you had made some bread and just needed him to try it. and suddenly he’s not that tired, the ache in his muscles not as apparent as he could practically feel some ounce of pain vanish at the sight of you and your bright yellow sweater.

“can’t.” he’d say, grunting as he pushes past you to open the door, hating the way your expecting grin fell at his roughed up exterior.

“well, why not?” you say, filing in behind him as he shuts the door, his brows drawn into a three lines down the middle as he towered over you. damn your insistent nature.

“gotta photo shoot in a couple days,” he’d say as he kicks his boots off, thudding loudly against the wall, “they got me on a special diet ‘n shit.” his gauntlets are next to come off and it’s almost like second nature how you set the bread down to come and help him with it. it’s a rhythm the two of you have come used to.

“so no homemade sourdough bread with no preservatives made with love just for you? you don’t want that?” you ask and your voice, the way it sounds like it’s almost dipped in honey and that pout that’s on your lips doesn’t help his case.

“i…” he sighs, running his hand though his hair as he groans, rolling his eyes as he tears off a piece, giving it no fight as he goes back into the hallway, chewing angrily. it’s funny how much he pretends like you have no control over him when he’d bend and break his back doing whatever you’d ask of him, “you’re a bad fuckin’ influence!” he’d call out, his voice loud enough to travel around the apartment.

“do you like it?” you ask, craning your neck to see if you could see him as he disappeared into the kitchen. there’s a silent pause.

“yeah. it’s really good.” it sounds like a confession rather than an agreement, but it doesn’t stop you as you slyly grin to your self, already aware of it.

it’s love that bakugo can’t get enough of, and nobody would have guessed it. his brash personality mixed with your soft one is something that logistically wouldn’t make sense. but it works, and he loves how much he loves you.

you’re too good for him, he knows that, but it’s fun. it’s good, and it’s something that he finally realizes is what’s been missing in his life.

plus sourdough bread.

[guccifrog]

THINK FAST P2

chris sturniolo × f!reader

summary: where a silly dare leads to a lot of unexpected events

part1

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: Awkward -Sza 0:09 ━●────────── 2:58 ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷

y/n's pov ☆

"what the fuck are you doing?" a familiar voice behind me asked, making me jump.

I turned around to see none other than Chris Sturniolo standing in the doorway, looking at me with a mixture of confusion and anger. "Um…I was just…" I stammered, holding up the boxers behind my back. "shit" I whispered.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" he demanded, taking a step forward. I hesitated, my heart racing. "Um, I was just…she dared me to…I didn't mean any harm…" I trailed off trying to think of an excuse, but it was too late.

Chris's expression turned darker. "You broke into my room." It wasn't a question. "I'm calling the police," he said, reaching for his phone. My heart sank. I knew I was in deep shit.

"No, please!" I begged. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I just thought it was a joke…" My voice trailed off, the words sounding pathetic even to my own ears. Chris didn't look convinced, but he paused, his hand hovering over his phone.

"Look, I don't want any trouble," I said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. "I'll leave, just…please don't call the cops." I took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. Chris continued to stare at me, his expression unreadable. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke.

He stepped closer, his expression still hard. "are those my boxers?" he asked, nodding at the blue boxers still clutched in my hand."Um…no…?" I muttered. "No, they're not…I just…" I trailed off, I'm sure I look so stupid right now.

Chris raised an eyebrow. "so not only did you break into my house, but you also stole my underwear you freak?" he said slowly." what the fuck is wrong with you ?" he asks, his voice low, glaring at me. I feel my face burning red and I'm glad he can't see it in the dark. "You're disgusting, you know that?" he says, shaking his head.

"right dude, I'm sorry," I say, feeling stupid and embarrassed. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to…um…" I trail off, not knowing what else to say "Look it was just some stupid dare, okay?" I finally blurt out, my cheeks still burning red. "I don't even know why I did it. I just thought it'd be funny, you know? I shouldn't have come in here." I glance down at the ground, unable to meet his gaze.

For a long moment, Chris is silent. Then, he sighs and rolls his eyes. "how long have you been stalking me ?" he asks.

"i'm not stalking you!!" I say, defensive. "It's just a fucking dare, alright? I didn't mean any harm!"

"yeah sure," He says, unconvinced. "you know what? wait here and don't fucking move, I'll be right back" he says, leaving the room before I could reply.

I stand there, feeling more and more dumb with each passing second. I should've just left it alone, What was I thinking? The door slams shut, and I hear the lock click into place from the outside. Wow, now I'm trapped in here.

My heart is racing, my palms are sweaty, and my mouth feels like it's full of cotton balls. This is not how I expected the night to go. Trapped in Chris Sturniolo's room, I pace around, trying to think of a way out. The door is locked, and I can't find a key. I wonder if he's really going to call the police, or if he's just trying to scare me.

I glanced around the room, taking in my surroundings. My eyes fell on a small knife on the bedside table. Could I use that to force the window open? It was a bad idea, but it was better than staying here and waiting for him to come back. Taking a deep breath, I carefully picked up the knife and tested its weight in my hand.

I walked over to the window and clutched the knife in my hand, feeling the cold steel against my skin. I started to pry the window open, slowly and carefully. With a creak, it began to slide upward, letting in a stream of cool air. I pushed it open wider, feeling a rush of relief wash over me.

suddenly the door flung open and Chris walked in. "what the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his eyes wide with anger. I froze my hand still on the knife. And so I did the first thing I could think of. I quickly throw the knife across the room, and practically throw myself out of the window, landing on my back on the soft grass. I roll over, gasping for breath, and as I open my eyes I see Chris's head looking out of the window, with concern written all over his face.

"y/n!"I look to the side to see Jane running my way. She skids to a stop in front of me, her hands on her knees and her chest heaving. "Are you okay?!" she asks, her eyes wild with panic.

I quickly got up and grabbed Jane's hand. "let's go!" I yelled before scrambling away from the house."Hey, wait!" Chris yelled, but I didn't look back. Jane and I run, our lungs burning and our legs aching, but we don't stop. We keep going until we're far enough away that we can't hear Chris calling after us anymore.

We finally slow to a stop, leaning over with our hands on our knees, trying to catch our breath. "That was fucking insane," Jane pants, her eyes wide.

"Where are the others?" I asked between breaths. Jane shrugs. "I don't know. We were waiting for you and Cassie said she needed to do something so she left and then everyone else just started to go" she replied.

"Who the fuck is Cassie?" I ask, confused. Jane frowns. "The girl that dared you, remember?" I nod, remembering now.

We decided to walk to my house, both of us still shaking from the adrenaline rush. As we walked, I filled Jane in on the details of what had happened. She listened, her jaw dropping lower and lower with each new revelation.

When we finally got to my house, we found Dylan and Amber waiting on the porch. They exchanged glances as we approached. "You okay?" Dylan asked making me nod"I'm guessing you chickened out since I don't see any expensive boxers," he said with a grin and I snorted.

"you'd be surprised," I said, following them into the house. Once inside, we all sat down in the living room. Dylan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "So, what exactly happened?" he asked, his voice low. I took a deep breath and told the story, leaving out no details. As I spoke, Jane nodded in agreement, filling in some of the blanks where I left out.

When I finished, there was a moment of silence before Dylan spoke up. "Damn, that's some serious shit. You're lucky you got out of there."

"I'd fucking pay to see Sturniolo's reaction to you just standing there with his boxers"Amber giggled and the others chuckled. "trust me, it was the funniest shit I've seen in a while," I said, grinning.

"But seriously, what are you gonna do now? that fucker is obviously not someone to mess around with."Jane said, her voice laced with concern. I shrugged, feeling a little uneasy myself. "relax, it's not like he knows who I am. He probably just thinks I'm one of his fangirls or something" I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

"Well, if he ever does find out who you are…" Dylan started, but I cut him off.

"He won't. He doesn't know me" I tried to sound convincing, but even I didn't believe it. "Besides, I'm not going to let some asshole like that ruin my life. I'll just be more careful from now on."

There was a moment of silence before Dylan spoke up. "Yeah whatever dude," he said, laughing a little. "If you say so." I knew he didn't really believe me.

"I wanna sleep now" Jane yawned, stretching her arms above her head." my parents are out of town you all can stay over if you want," I offered, standing up and stretching as well.

"Thanks, but I'm good. I'll just go home. See you tomorrow, okay?" Dylan replied, giving me a tired smile. I nodded" Me too," Amber said. They both stood up, stretching and yawning. I led them out to the front porch. "Alright, we'll see you guys later," I called after them as they walked down the driveway.

Once they were gone, I went back inside and headed upstairs to my room. I flopped down on my bed next to Jane, still feeling a little shaky from the encounter with Sturniolo. As I lay there, I couldn't help but wonder. What if he did find out who I was? What if he decided to come after me?

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