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6rookie-writer0110 · 1 year

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The night will kill us

Sam Carpenter x Male Reader

Warning- Killing.

Request: Can you do sam carpenter x male reader (John wicks son). ghostface kidnaps reader to lure out sam carpenter (scream 6 ghost faces).

Sam and Tara were attacked by Ghostface, she didn't want to be alone. Sam has the key to your apartment, then Tara and Sam went inside. The puppy starts barking at them then it starts to growl.

“Since when he got a fucking dog!?” Tara yelled.

“I don't know! Y/n!” Sam yelled.

You walk out of your bedroom and you whistled. The puppy starts to run to you, then you bend down to pick up the puppy.

“What the fuck happened to you two!?” You asked.

They are covered in blood and injured.

“Ghostface attacked us. We didn't want to go to the hospital because the cops will question us” Sam said.

“We have a bad history with the cops,” Tara said.

“When did you get a puppy?” Sam asked.

“Oh, my dad somehow adopted a pit-bull puppy. I’m trying to figure out what to name him” You said.

You put the puppy down. The puppy starts to smell Tara and Sam's sneakers. Come back with clean pajama clothes and you gave it to them.

“There are clean towels and bathrobes in the bathroom,” You said.

Sam kissed you on the lips.

“Barf” Tara teased.

“Shut up,” Sam said.

Tara takes a shower first then Sam tells you what happened. You and Sam have been dating for a few months, you and Sam know each other secrets. Then Sam went to take a shower and you heat up the food for Tara.

“Your puppy is cute. Thanks for letting us stay here” Tara said.

“Thanks. I care about you and Sam” You said.

“Break my sister’s heart then I will stab you in the heart,” Tara said.

“I won't hurt her. But you do know I know to fight” You said.

“I don't care, I will still hurt you,” Tara said.

You and Tara start to eat together then you give the puppy a piece of chicken. Sam comes out of the bathroom and you give her food.

Later, Tara went to sleep in the guest room. The puppy is sleeping next to Tara, while Sam is in your bed.

“Sam?” You asked.

“Can you hold me?” Sam asked.

“Sure,” You said.

Sam lies her head on your chest and you hold her.

“Will my life be normal?” Sam asked.

“I don't know. I ask the same question too” You said.

Sam hasn't met your dad yet, but you told her what he does. She semi-gets up then she kissed you on the lips.

“I can't lose you, Y/n,” Sam said.

“I won't leave your side, ever,” You said.

“Good. And you are stuck with me, Y/n” Sam smiled.

“The other way around” You smiled.

You kissed her forehead and she smiled.

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Sam and Tara have been staying at your place for days. You don't mind the company and the puppy love playing with them. Tara has named him Tank, but you are not sure of the name. You help them put the clues together on the new killer.

“The killer knows everything about me and Tara,” Sam said.

“So that means, ghost face could come after me next,” You said.

“We won't let that happen,” Tara said.

“Cute. But I can fight, I have been fighting since I was five years old. My dad taught me how to use guns and weapons, I will be fine” You said.

“Karate doesn't count,” Tara said.

“I know, different fighting style besides karate. I can protect myself and ghost face doesn't scare me” You said.

Tara rolled her eyes at you and you did the same.

Later, Tara went out and you are in the kitchen. Sam hugged you on the side and she kissed your arm.

“Baby, what's wrong?” You asked.

“Nothing. I just like touching, my boyfriend” Sam said.

“I like it when my girlfriend touches me,” You said.

You turned around and you start to kiss her.

✫ ✫ ✫ ✫

Ghostface breaks into your apartment, but you got hit in the head and you passed out. Ghostface sent a text to Sam and she is speechless.

“Ghostface just kidnapped Y/n,” Sam said.

“What!?” Tara said.

Sam showed her the picture of you tied up. Then Ghostface called Sam and she puts it on speaker.

“If you want to see your idiot boyfriend then you will do what I say,” Ghostface said.

“I’m going to kill you, bastard!” Sam yelled.

“See you soon, Sam” Ghostface hangs up.

“We have to do something,” Tara said.

They get a text from Ghostface and it's the location of where to go. They take Danny’s car and Sam is driving very fast. They try to come up with a plan on what to do. You start to wake up and your head hurts.

“You are awake, Y/n” Ghostface said.

“You will pay for that,” You said.

“You are funny. But your girlfriend will miss you. You just had to ruin the plan and we have to take you out. No hard feelings” Ghostface said.

Ghostface was about to leave...

“Excuse me, Mr. Ghostface,” You said.

“What?” Ghostface said.

“I would let me go if I were you,” You said.

“And why is that?” Ghostface said.

“First of my girlfriend is the only one that ties me up and second off,” You said.

You show him your hands and the rope is on the floor.

“But how!?” Ghostface said in shock.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” You said.

Ghostface was going to stab you but you grabbed the knife. Then you punched Ghostface in the stomach, he lets go of the knife. Then you stabbed him in the stomach and you take off the mask.

“For hurting Sam and Tara, you will pay and anyone helping you,” You said.

You glared at Ethan then you pushed the knife deeper into his stomach. You pushed him to the ground then you start to stab him multiple times. He is bleeding out fast and you keep going...

“You are weak” You yelled.

His blood gets on your face and clothes. You are breathing hard then you slashed his neck.

You take off the outfit of his body and put it on. You leave the basement then you see Tara and Sam outnumbered, by two Ghostface and Wayne Bailey. You stand next to the killers.

“It had to come down to this,” Richie said.

He takes off the mask and smirked. Then Quinn takes off her mask and she smirks also, but she has her gun aimed at Tara.

“Why?” Sam asked.

“Everyone wants to know, why. The answer is simple, it's for revenge. Your family has ruined everything! You and Tara will pay for everything!” Wayne yelled.

You still have the mask on and you don't say anything for now.

“You are fucking sick!” Tara yelled.

“Shut up, bitch!” Quinn yelled at Tara.

“Don’t be shy, Ethan. They deserve to die and pay for what their father did” Wayne said.

“Oh, sorry Ethan is a little headless at the moment,” You said.

You take off the mask and everyone is in shock. You throw the knife into Quinn’s throat then you grabbed Wayne's wrist, and flipped him onto the ground. Sam grabbed the gun from Quinn and shot Richie in the head. Then you grabbed Wayne’s gun and shot him in the chest twice.

“Are you two okay?” You asked.

“We came to save you,” Sam said.

“I'm here to save you and Tara” You smiled.

“Oh god, don't kiss,” Tara said.

You leave with Tara and Sam then head home.

✫ ✫ ✫ ✫

Sam moved in with you into the new apartment. You have still your dad’s dog and Tara still calls him Tank. You and Sam finished unpacking boxes in the living room.

“That's it, everything is unpacked” Sam sighed in relief.

“Finally!” You smiled.

Sam wrapped her arms around you and starts to kiss you.

“You are amazing” You smiled.

“So, are you and I have a cute boyfriend” Sam smiled and then kissed you.

“Y/n, you should learn how to lock the door,” He said.

You turned around and it was your dad.

“Dad!” You smiled.

“Good to see you, son,” John said.

Your dad hugged you tight. Then you introduced him to your girlfriend and she is feeling nervous.

“Why you didn't tell me that he was coming over today?” Sam asked.

“I didn't call. I wanted to surprise him” John said.

“Sam and I just moved in together” You smiled.

You put your arm around her waist.

“I’m happy for you and Sam. I heard what happened, Y/n” John said.

“Don’t worry all is taken care of” You said.

“How about take you two out to eat? It's my treat” John said.

“That sounds great. Can you give us a moment?” Sam said.

She grabbed your hand and dragged you to the room.

“I really want to impress your dad, what should I know,” Sam said.

“Calm down, babe. Just be yourself and that's it. He is a chill guy and he loves dogs” You said.

“Are you sure?” Sam asked.

“Baby, I'm sure,” You said.

You kiss her head then you and Sam leave with your dad.

#sam carpenter imagine #sam carpenter x male reader #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x you #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #scream imagine #scream 6 imagines

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luckycharms1701 · 6 months

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Lucky I write down potential asks in my notes and literally just scribbled this today so the fact hur open now is a wild coincidence and also ily /p have a great night !!! Drink fluids !!

The set up premise might be.. different? so ignore if inspiration doesn't tickle ur scrote but I am a person who eats spicy food on a daily basis and if it's painful enough it can look like a damn sexual experience(panting, sweating, flushed face, gr/moaning(in pain), whines, milk spills, the works). I can see bay Mikey doing some kind of prank or dare without knowing what would stir within until suddenly ur being dragged off to his bedroom trading one heat for another-

I'd hoped this was just about blurbish length and that I make sense ;-; (I am so nervous about sending request asks in I am ill)

(-gornack but anon cuz if i sound nonsensical I don't want the embarrassment of having my account attached)

^ how i felt reading this ask

there is nothing to be embarrassed about here!!

sorry for the fade to black but hope you enjoy anyway!

It takes exactly three wings for you to realize that you’ve made a mistake. You pause when the heat hits your tongue, and that is another mistake. You swallow without tasting anything and look at Mikey’s expectant face with a shaky smile. “No problem!” You give him a thumbs up, hoping he’ll ignore the increasing redness you can feel in your face.

When Mikey came to you, begging to recreate those videos he was obsessed with where people eat progressively spicier food, you knew this would happen. You knew. But one look into those tearful puppy dog eyes and you folded faster than wet cardboard. Now you (and your relatively low spice tolerance) find yourself wishing that you weren’t head over heels for him.

“Yes!” Mikey cheers with his hands in the air, and all the pain you are about to endure is immediately worth it. Damn him. You look back down at the remainder of the wing in your hand and both dread and determination run through your veins. Well, mama didn’t raise no quitter. You bring the little bomb to your mouth and eat the rest of it, trying and failing to keep the sauce off your lips. Shit.

You nibble on some bread to help with the heat, saving the milk for later when you’re truly suffering. Your fingers tap along to the beat of the music Mikey put on as you look for the next spicy little enemy. Instead of offering you the next saucy wing, Mikey is staring. At your lips, specifically. You touch them hesitantly. They feel a little inflamed but dry. “Did I miss some sauce or something?” Mikey shakes his head with an unusually (even for him) loud “No! You’re fine.” You shrug and reach for the wing he offers you.

Sweat forms on your brow before the heat hits, and you brace yourself just in time. A breathy “oh” leaves your parted lips as the heat rolls through your mouth like thunder. You give in and reach for the milk as the heat crests, gulping a little too quickly and spilling some. When the teasing you expect from your best friend doesn’t manifest, you try to contain your panting and look up to find him once again staring at your mouth. “Okay, I know what’s up with me, but what’s up with you?” You reach up and swipe at the line of milk dribbling down your chin with your thumb, and Mikey visibly swallows.

“N-nothing, angel. Just wondering if you’re still up for this. You look… heated.” You groan loudly at what you assume is a very bad pun, holding out your hand for the next torture device. The heat in your mouth is now at an alarmingly high steady burn, but you are trying to ignore that in favor of getting through this ordeal.

“Hit me, Michelangelo.” He mutters something under his breath that you can’t hear over the music, and you study him as he hands you the next wing. He is twitchy, eyes dark as he watches your fingers wrap around the meat. Wondering why Mikey is acting so weird is a good distraction from the pain in your mouth, so you continue to observe him as you raise the fifth wing to your mouth.

It seems almost like Mikey is the one on the spot, you muse as you chew, with the way he can’t sit still. He’s looking everywhere except at you now, fingers tapping agitatedly on the can of Orange Crush in between his hands on the table. Then the heat hits you like a brick wall, and there is no room in your head for anything except the stinging pain. Tears fill your eyes as you whimper.

Mikey’s chair scraping across the floor startles you as you chug some milk, and you spill some again. Your whimper turns into a groan as more milk dribbles down your chin. How embarrassing. The milk pools in your hand as you try in vain to keep it from getting everywhere.

“Okay, that’s it!”

Before you can process what’s happening beyond the fire raging in your mouth, Mikey rounds the table and picks you up. You stutter his name, hands flailing, beyond bewildered. He ignores you and beelines for his room, squeezing you firmly against his plastron.The door closes with an ominous snick, and you brace yourself, still panting from the heat of the wings. The tension leaves you though, as Mikey tosses you on the bed and shows you exactly why he was acting so weird. Oh. Ohhhhh. OH.

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#in case anyone is wondering #when mikey is muttering he says 'oh i'll /hit you/ alright. hit you with my dick'#you're welcome 😙#i had a lot of fun writing this! very tongue in cheek that's my favorite #also thank you for the well wishes i am happy to be back uvu #i've said it before and i'll say it again: i LOVE getting requests PLEASE send them to me #zero need to be anxious i get giddy whenever one comes in #talking tag #writing tag #bayverse mikey #bayverse mikey x reader #tmnt

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kingofthe-egirls · 1 year

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Omg omg! I'm bombarding you with stuff, lovely. So sorry BUT!!!

I'm listening currently to two feet- love is a bi*** and my mind, I swear

Night on an Island. Lu is lost until he follows the smell to an adult Bar. Going in because of food, the anouncer say your stage name and you come out and Lu is mesmorized! Like he can't look away and approches you, and you flirt with him a little, finding him so cute and handsome 😩😩😩😩❤️❤️

if i wasn't such an introvert and didn't hate loud noises/crowds i would be a stripper lmao

STRIPPER: LUFFY x Y/N

(cw: strip club, self-harm scars, stripping/lap dance, sorta angst, stripper has a devil fruit, food)

(a/n: i have no idea if i should've used "she" or "you" so idk man lmao. also ive never been to a strip club, vis-a-vis hating crowds and loud noises, so if ive got any stripper friends out there plz feel free to correct me lmao, also tell me what stripper name u chose for y/n!)

Songs: "Starsick" by Maude Latour, "i'm too pretty for this" by Claire Rosinkranz, "Frankenstein" by Claire Rosinkranz

words: 2.4k

Luffy likes dancing.

He's pretty good at it, too.

But he's never seen anyone dance like this before.

Spinning around on a shiny metal pole, dancing with shoes on that clack together when she lands. Someone hands her money, and she reaches down to take the shiny paper bill. She tucks it into the space between her breasts, lacy bra holding other, sweaty bills.

Her face is slack.

She's scanning the crowd, eyebrows slightly furrowed together. She's not really paying attention to your movement, Luffy notices, especially as she absentmindedly spins around with her legs twisted together. Kinda like a pretzel. Luffy likes pretzels.

"Heya!"

He shouts, crowding his way to the front of the bar. He's at the foot of her stage, the little runway that leads out into the audience lit by blue fluorescents. Her skin is sweaty, and her hair is messy. Fly-aways frame her unamused face. Luffy's skin is heating up.

"Hey," she says, slipping down to kneel in front of him. Her hands trace the neckline of her bra, before sliding down to squeeze her own stomach and hips. Luffy wants to reach out and touch, but Sanji already hit him over the head while telling him the rules.

No touching.

And no spending more than two hundred berries. Luffy wants to see what lap dances are all about, since it's something Zoro and Sanji seem to agree on really liking. Would she like that?

Luffy hands her two hundred berries.

"Can I have a lap dance?" He asks, raising his eyebrows as politely as he can. She gestures to the seating around the the side of the dance floor. It's all vinyl and blue lights with shiny poles in the middle.

"Over there?" She asks, lowering herself to her elbows in front of him. Now her face is below him, and her lace-covered ass is in the air. Luffy thinks she's wearing blue, but with all the disco lights it's hard to tell. Sometimes the lingerie looks purple. He tilts his head.

"Do you have private rooms?"

Sanji had mentioned that's what he's gonna do, so Luffy decides that it's probably good enough for him, too. He's never been to a strip club before. Seems okay, so far.

"I can take you to a VIP booth," she says, swinging her legs over the side of the stage. Someone else is spinning around the shiny pole, now. She's wearing stringy underwear and a sports bra. Luffy helps his stripper down off the stage, supporting her arm as she slides delicately to the floor. It's sticky with spilled drinks.

"This way," she says, her voice airy and disinterested. Her lingerie is definitely violet, now. Luffy follows her like a dog would, tagging along at her heels as she leads him to the back room.

"What's your name?" He asks, the scent of jasmine perfume and sweat wafting off of her. He sniffs his own shoulder, wondering what he smells like to her.

"Y/N."

"That's pretty!" Luffy hops along behind her, scooting into the velvet-lined booth as she opens the door for him. It's small, with tufted black seating and another shiny pole in the middle. There's a mirror on one wall. The others are lined in sparkly gold wallpaper.

She starts circling the pole, leaning away from it as she holds it in one hand. Her legs are crossed.

"So," she starts, deadpan, "Since you gave me two hundred already, I can strip and do a buck show for you. Wanna see me naked?" She arches an eyebrow, but her voice doesn't change. Luffy shakes his head.

"Eh, it's okay. Unless you wanna! But I kinda wanted a lap dance?" Luffy is getting a little impatient, watching her spin lazily around the pole with her feet still on the ground. She looks like she's on the swings on a playground--Luffy kinda wants to try. (Next time).

"Lap dances are cool too," she says, striding over to him nonchalantly to kneel between his legs. Luffy stutters a little, not used to having someone so close to his crotch before. She stares at his lap, openly.

"You've paid me a lot, though. So," she shrugs, sliding her hands up his shins to the frayed ends of his denim shorts. Her fingertips play with the fuzzy fabric. Luffy stares at her hands as they move up his legs and over his thighs. She smiles, a small, polite thing, as she says, "I wanted to make sure you felt satisfied, hah."

Luffy shrugs.

"I've never gotten one before! And Sanji says it's really cool, so..." He trails off, fidgety under your slight touches, "I wanna see what all the fuss is about." He pouts a little, unsure if he's made the right choice.

Luffy's not sure what to do.

His hands steady themselves into fists at his hips. The stripper is sparkling a little, he can see in the overhead lights. She's got glitter on her skin, or something--like Nami’s makeup collection.

I'm so sick of all these pretty boys

tryna act like the shit

The stripper slowly slides into Luffy's lap, and his breath hitches in his throat. He's kissed people before, yeah, but...it's never been quite like this. This, so obviously sexual and endearing.

She slowly grinds her hips onto his, as her fingers start to card through his hair. "Pretty," she says, voice slightly scratchy as she speaks. The music is muffled through the speakers; she stands, turning away from him. Her ass is curvy and round, with slight cellulite at the junction where it folds over the backs of her thighs.

And I wish they wouldn't fall in love

then leave me so quick

She swivels her hips, standing a few feet in front of Luffy. His hands clench in and out of fists, as his body starts to react to what he's seeing. She's gorgeous, there's no denying that, although Luffy's more interested in the aura of disinterest and heartbreak that's roiling beneath her skin. He can almost see her energy, crackling at the edges of her silhouette. It's ultraviolet--sorta pastel blue.

He watches the dancer turn around in front of him, as she slowly lowers down, her hand sliding down her own shimmering leg. She straightens, slotting her knee in between Luffy's thighs. He clenches, suddenly extremely aware of her scent. It's jasmine: sweet.

The song swells a bit, as the chorus starts.

I guess I gotta build my Frankenstein

Draw the picture, color all the lines

She smiles, sliding onto Luffy's lap. She stands above him, space left between them for her to slowly sway her hips side to side. She's supporting herself with one hand held onto the headrest of the black velvet lounge. Her chest is in his face, and he tries not to stare too hard at the gap between her breasts and her bra. She smirks.

His face is red; he knows it.

Sanji wasn't exaggerating at all.

"You can touch me," she whispers, dragging her fingers up Luffy's cheek to rest her palm against the side of his face. She sits down now fully on his legs, her supple weight spilling over his body.

Luffy's hands go to her waist, since that seems the safest place for them to settle. She snickers, and leans forward to start mouthing along his jawline. She's searing heat into his skin.

He makes me laugh; never on my nerves

Gets along with my dad

She switches, so now her back is facing him. She still supports herself on the back of the chair, but now she's swaying her hips up and down, snakelike as she slowly thrusts into the air above him.

I've been searching, don't think it's out there

Oh, so loyal, makes me feel spoiled

Then she's sitting down on him, her ass pressed right up against his crotch. She leans forward, hands on her knees, as she shakes it for him. Luffy snickers a little, letting his hands trail over her ass.

He's my daydream, never a nightmare

Every little thing that I want

"Who was he?" Luffy asks, throat scratchy. She stops, stillness overtaking her frame. He scratches at the tops of her thighs.

"Scuse me?"

She asks, vitriol lining every syllable.

Luffy swallows. "The dude who broke your heart?"

Was he not clear enough?

The heartbreak spilling from her soul is suffocating to him; it fills the room like half-purple steam. The song still plays, undercutting the sound of her breaths quickening in her chest.

"Wh-what shit are you tryna pull?" She straightens, spinning around to face him with her hands on her hips. She pops her weight to one side, glaring down at him with ice in her veins. Her energy sizzles, and Luffy guesses that if she had control of her conqueror's haki, then lightning would be striking through the small room.

She has a cute nose.

Luffy shifts, sitting up fully. He swallows, tongue like sandpaper, as he tries to explain himself. "I--sorry, I--," he stutters and stops, then shakes his head. "I didn't mean ta scare ya..."

She raises an eyebrow, a subtle threat underlining her careful expression. Her heartbeat is wild, sending shockwaves through the purple energy pulsing around her. Luffy stands, straightening his shorts. He holds up his hands in surrender.

"Sorry, I--," he starts again, "I see like, um...soul stuff. I guess?" He's not sure how to explain haki to a non-user. (Although he can tell she has observation haki, however subconsciously or not).

"So?"

She stares at him with the eyes of a boa constrictor.

"So...sorry, um. I was just tryna--relate to ya, I guess?" He scratches the back of his head, a rare flush of embarrassment shooting through his cheeks and down his spine. He swallows.

She puffs out a sigh, and goes to lean against the pole.

"My dad," she says, staring at a spot on the floor next to Luffy's feet. She scuffs the sparkly floor with the toe of her stripper heels.

"S'okay," Luffy shrugs, scratching at his own arm, "I won't judge ya."

She sniffs, twisting her lips to one side. "He—left."

"So did mine," he offers, sorta lamely. She smiles, the first twitch of her lips that Luffy's believed all night. He's glad he said hi to her.

"Sorry for asking," he says, thumbing at his nose. He's never felt this...awkward before. She shrugs.

"S'okay," she echoes him, smiling slightly. Her eyes are sparkly, in the lights. She's wearing blue eyeshadow, with silver lines around her lashes. Sometimes Luffy watches Nami do her makeup, standing over her shoulder and making funny faces in the mirror. Luffy stretches his own cheek out, slapping it back against his face in an effort to make his stripper laugh. She stills, eyes wide, before she quirks up a smile.

"Power user?" she asks, grinning. Luffy nods, squeezing his eyes shut in pride like he always does. She snorts, and hooks an elbow around the pole. She spins slowly around it, lifting her feet off the ground.

She sprouts wings.

"Same!" She chirps happily, feathery wings flapping slightly. They're blue and turquoise, with sunshine-colored insides, like a parrot's. "Parrot-parrot fruit," she says, smirking in her own shining pride.

"SO COOL!!!"

Luffy lunges forward, sifting his fingers through the soft feathers. She gasps, but doesn't stop him. She stretches out her wings.

****

She ends up sitting on the black velvet chaise with him, sipping her ginger drink she'd gotten someone to fetch for her from the bar. She's smiling in earnest now, her wings stretched out and proud behind her. She's a lot prettier with wings.

"Okay, okay," she's saying, smirking into her fizzy drink, "So I was twelve, and I was scrounging around in the jungle for something to eat--,"

"Oh, me too!!" Luffy says, sitting up in his seat, "I was raised in a jungle too!!"

She snickers, covering her face with one feathered hand. "So dangerous," she says, and Luffy shrugs. He's used to danger. (Is that what the D stands for?) He's not sure.

"So, anyway," she sips from her frosted copper mug, "Super hungry, super lost, thirsty as all shit--and I stumble across this stupid fruit. It's green, all swirly, sorta like a kiwi? Like the inside of it," she swallows, and Luffy sneaks his fingers into her drink. She scoffs, surprised, but she lets him swipe the lime wedge anyway.

"And ya ate it?"

"Mhmm," she nods, wings folded behind her as she speaks, "Tasted like shit--,"

"Mine too! It was purple though."

She smiles, "And there ya go! Sprouted wings and found out I could shift shapes, now. Sorta really cool, actually...," she trails off, eyes sliding to the side. Luffy pokes her cheek.

"Ya can fly, right?!"

"Mhmm, but not for very long."

"So cool," Luffy says again, relaxing back into his seat. His fingers circle his big toes, as he rocks back and forth. He's hungry.

"Can we get snacks?"

She stares at him for a second, but then shrugs. "Sure," she smirks, "My shift's over, anyway. Wanna steal something from the back?"

Luffy's chest soars.

She stands, extending her hand to him. He takes it, and follows along behind her as she leads him out of the club and back in through a back door. She doesn't mind walking around the streets and alleyway in her heels and lingerie, which Luffy likes. She looks comfy, like that. She leaves her wings out too, which Luffy likes even more.

She sneaks into the fridge, opening it to survey its contents. "Salami?" She asks, holding out a log of spiced meat. Luffy thinks he knows what falling in love feels like, all of a sudden.

He licks his lips.

"Sure," he sounds a little hungrier than he means to, but she hands him the whole thing anyway. She reaches back in to pull out a wedge of cheese for herself.

"Let's go eat," she leads him back through the alleyway and down the street. She's got her duffel bag over her shoulder, having run into the dressing room to grab her things. She's wearing a hoodie over her sparkly lingerie, but the sleeves are too long since she's wearing it under her wings. It drapes over her elbows as she walks.

Sanji's gonna be so jealous.

Luffy is giddy as he follows her down the street. She chews her bites of cheese slowly, whereas Luffy has already inhaled his meat. She turns to him, suddenly.

“Wanna stay over at my place?”

Luffy grins.

“Sure!”

#idk idk idk idk #luffy fic #dumpster dive

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book-place · 2 years

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Mishaps

Warnings: Wade (yes, he deserves his own warning), cursing, fire, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Wade Wilson x reader platonic, Avengers x reader platonic <crossover>

*not my gif*

Summary: You and Wade aren’t that chaotic… right?

A/N: In honor of… you know who joining 👀

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“He’s… coming here?” Steve asked hesitantly, sharing a concerned glance with Natasha from beside him.

Your eyes narrowed slightly at the duo, glancing back and forth between them, “Yeah? So?”

A sigh left the blonde's lips, “Listen, n/n, it’s just that last time he was here… you know…”

“You blew up half the tower.” The redhead filled in bluntly, taking a sip from her coffee mug.

You scoffed a little bit, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms defensively, “I think you’re being a bit dramatic.”

“It’s true!” Clint piped up from the couch, not even looking away from whatever television show he was watching, “The two of you have a wave of destruction and chaos following wherever you go.”

From beside him, Tony cried out a small, “Amen, Katniss.”

A frown tugged at your lips as you looked over at the men, considering their words for a moment, before letting out a laugh and shaking your head, “You guys are crazy! Wade and I don’t get into that much trouble!”

“Wade’s here?” The terrified voice of Bruce Banner piped up from the doorway, evidently only hearing the last part of the conversation.

None of you were able to get a word in before he turned on his heel, muttering to himself, “Oh, no. I can't deal with this, that man gives the big guy and I so much stress-“ The ending of his sentence was lost as he turned the corner back the way he came.

Right on cue, the elevator door opened with a ‘ding’ and your best friend stepped out, clad in black and white, with his arms spread out wide in greeting, “Ding dong, bitches!” He called out cheerfully.

“Wade!” You cheered, pumping a fist into the air in excitement as you skipped over to him.

“Heya, Sunshine!” He greeted back equally as cheerfully, and like the gremlin demons you were, you both disappeared from your team's vision without a trace.

“Should we be worried?” Steve asked after a moment of silence.

Natasha sighed and nodded, having another sip of coffee, “Very.” Came her reply.

-•-

You and Wade watched hummed to the song that floated from the speakers, skipping around the kitchen happily with bowls wrapped in your arms.

Both of you had decided early on into Deadpool’s visit to bake cookies that both of you could bring on patrol that night instead of wasting money on overpriced snacks like you normally would.

“How many eggs did it say to do, again?” You frowned down at the bowl in your arm and the partially cracked egg in the other.

He shrugged lightly, “Don’t remember, just put a bunch in and we’ll offset it with a shit-ton of sugar that’ll give you the best sugar-high you’ve ever had!”

A wicked grin spread on your face, “Magnificent.” You mimicked an evil voice that had Wade bent over cackling.

All of a sudden, he paused what he was doing and stuck his nose up in the air like a dog, inhaling a big breath without a word.

“Do you smell burnt pigeons?” He asked.

You copied his previous motions, eyebrows furrowing for a whole moment before widening, realization hitting both of you at the same time.

“The chicken nuggets!” You both screeched in sync, lunging for the oven.

Right when you had started baking, you had both claimed to be hungry enough to eat three horses, but apparently forgot about the food that you had been heating up for yourselves.

As soon as you threw the oven door open, a loud popping sound was emitted, and the chicken nuggets expanded from the inside, destroying and exploding them everywhere.

You and Wade stood in silence for a moment, mourning the loss of what would have been an amazing meal, but then the remains that had flown everywhere began to catch on fire from the intense heat settings you had failed to turn off.

Terrified squeals left both of your lips as you turned on your heels and booked out of the room, leaving the fire problems behind with it.

-•-

The two of you had planned on telling someone about it, you truly had, but somehow the two of you had ended up in the gaming room as you ran away, finding the Nintendo switch and challenging one another to a race without a second thought.

About halfway through the tournament, a yell of horror sounded through the tower, bouncing off the walls until it reached your ears.

You both paused the game, turning to look at one another in confusion, recognizing Bruce’s scream anywhere- especially after all the pranks you had pulled on him in the past.

“Y/n! Wade!” Steve’s pissed off voice was also able to reach your ears from where you could assume he was from the kitchen.

Your eyes both widened, having completely forgotten about the little kitchen situation until then, and at the same time you breathed out, “Shit.”

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bitchyfoxymama · 2 years

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Moonlight Sunrise - Wanda Maximoff x F!Reporter!Reader

warnings: None pure fluff

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You were sitting at the bar, another one of Tony Stark's infamous parties. You got what you needed for your article and now you were simply having a wonderful time. It's not everyday you get to enjoy a party with free drinks and getting to party with all these different super powered heroes.

Right now the DJ was playing a nsync song, causing a crowd of people to hit the dance floor to dance along. For the moment I was just sitting at the bar, sipping my appletini ever so often; no one was really catching your eye, that is until an infamous member from the Avengers decided to sit next to you.

“Y/n L/n, a reporter for the daily bugle, and you must be Wanda Maximoff I presume?” you say sticking my hand out.

“Your presumption is correct Ms. L/n, might I get you a refill?” she says while taking your hand in hers.

“Well, who am I to say no to such a beautiful woman?” You smile at the beautiful redhead.

“Hm, how about I get you something stronger, perhaps someone more quiet and intimate?,” she says looking at me slyly.

“Are you asking me on a date Ms. Maximoff?” you smirk at her as a blush rises on her face “Well seeing as how this party is kind of not my scene and I’ve already got everything for my article how about you and I head to this great bar I know that has great food and live music. What do you say?” you ask while getting up from your seat and fixing your dress.

“That honestly sounds like a whole lot of fun, let’s go then,” she says while a small smile appears on her face.

…

When you arrived at the bar it was around 9ish and you found a small booth.

"So what do you do when you aren't writing articles for your news company?" Wanda asks while eating a french fry.

"Well, usually I hang out at home and catch up on some of my latest fixations, and snuggle with my Australian Shepherd. Her name is Belle and she's the cutest little thing ever. Here let me show you a photo of her" you explain while unlocking your phone and showing her your dog.

"Aww she’s so precious, I wish I could raise a pet bear," she says smiling at you.

"Really? That would be so cool!" you say taking a bite of your burger.

You both chatted till closing and you did buy her that drink, when the radio started playing ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran you couldn’t help but blush because Wanda pulled you up and started dancing with you in the empty bar.

When you decided it was time to head back home, you walked out of the bar, hand, and hand.

"I had a lot of fun tonight, with you. This was a lot more fun here than at the party" she said, swinging our arms slowly.

"Yeah, I had fun too. I hope we can do this again." you smile at her

"Hey before you go I want to try something," she says, grabbing my face. Your face heats up as you look at her.

"What is it-" You start but get cut off when her lips meet yours. You melt into the kiss as you pull her closer. You bring one hand up to hold the base of her skull and the other rests on her waist. You feel her run her tongue on your lower lip, as you part your lips to allow her tongue access to your mouth.

After you pull away you smile at her and hand her your number.

"That was nice," you say blushing, biting your lip at the smudged lipstick on her own lips.

"There will be more of that if you agree to go on a second date with me" she says smiling and hailing a cab. Once you see her enter, you begin the short walk to your apartment around the corner.

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skylarmoon71 · 2 months

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Matt Murdock (Daredevil) - Chapter 9

“He tried to kiss me and I ran like a coward!”

You wail.

From the moment you’d slammed the door in his face, he sort of assumed it had to do with your nerves. It was endearing. Especially since you’d texted him the following morning with several apologies.

“I’m sure he knows you well enough to understand. It might be better if you just told him that you don’t have any experience. You’re just nervous.” Daredevil explains.

Of course you contemplated it, but that seems even more daunting than trying to kiss him.

“I wish you were a girl, then we could practice.”

He’s not sure what to say to that. Is there a right response to such a statement?

“I’m..sorry?”

“It’s okay, can’t blame you for that.”

You go back to snacking on your gummies, apparently this is your comfort food.

When you start to fidget, he gets the feeling that you have more to say.

“You know I’ve always wanted a hickey. The girls used to gush about it. I was always envious.”

He’s not really sure when he became your girl talk confidant. Even for him this still feels a bit like an intrusion.

Yet, for a moment he can imagine it. Your pulse racing as he presses you to the couch. The heat of your skin as he marks you. Your shaky breath as you beg for more.

“I need to leave.”

The imagery was a bit too much, especially for his heightened senses.

“I have faith in you.”

With that he’s out the window. You’re so caught up in your rantings that you don’t pay much mind to how quickly he’d bolted.

“Foggy, you’re out of gummies!”

“That’s because you eat all of them.”

“I do not!!”

You’re rummaging his cabinets, but he’s fresh out. Foggy walks out of the bathroom, hair still dripping.

“Hah, you look like a wet dog”

He throws the towel and it hits you in the face. You toss it back and Foggy just laughs.

“So, since it’s just the two of us, what’s going on with you and Matt?”

You’re as stiff as a board.

“W-What do you mean? D-Did he say something?”

“He told me you both went out on a date last Saturday.”

It’s not like you were really hiding it from Foggy. He’s just been so busy with his new girlfriend that you haven’t had a chance.

“Well I sort of maybe asked him out and he said yes so we went on one date.”

“You dog!!”

“Don’t tease me, Foggy!!”

He just grins, as you move to his bed, dropping onto it.

“I really like him, but he tried to kiss me and I ran away as if he had a terrible disease.”

“Oh dude, that’s rough.”

“I know. He said it was fine and we’ve been talking as usual but I feel like he’s not going to try again because he thinks I don't want it. It’s not my fault my parents kept me barricaded like fort knox.”

“Hah, it's funny because it’s true.”

You glare.

“Not helping Foggy.”

“Right, sorry. Honestly just tell him. Matt’s a pretty cool guy, he’ll understand. If you need a kissing partner just say the word.” He puckers his lips leaning in and you laugh, pushing him away.

“Ewww, gross stop it Foggy!!”

He’s laughing along with you. When the door opens Matt steps in to the sound of your laughter.

“Is he trying to tickle you again?” Matt asks playfully.

“No, he’s trying to kiss me!!” You’re still laughing loudly and Matt smiles.

“I don’t know how I feel about you trying to kiss my girlfriend Foggy.”

It’s a playful jab, but you both pause, mid wrestle.

“Girlfriend..”

Your voice is a mix of surprise and elation. You practically kick Foggy off the bed. He grunts when he connects with the floor and you shoot upright.

“Really! I’m your girlfriend?!”

Matt is still processing Foggy on the ground.

“Yes. At least I was hoping. I guess I should have just asked you directly instead of assuming.” He rubs the back of his neck a bit shyly.

“Will you be my girlfriend (Y/N)?”

“Of course! Oh my goodness you don’t even have to ask.” You hug him happily and he smiles, returning it.

“That’s all nice and romantic but I think I broke something.”

“Walk it off.” You call.

“Are you sure you want that monster as a girlfriend Matt!”

You pull away with a glare and Foggy knows that look when you rush at him. With a lift of your elbow, you dive at him.

“W-Wait (Y/N) don’t-”

“JOHN CENA!!”

The crash echoes and so does Foggy’s cry of pain.

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phantompoguefangirl · 1 year

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NEW STORY!!

Michael CliffordxFemOC

CHAPTER ONE: MEETING THE FAMILY/FIRST MEETING

Also available on Wattpad @ SerpentBeauty1710

Seems like there's always someone who disapproves

They'll judge it like they know about me and you

And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do

The jury's out, but my choice is you

So don't you worry your pretty little mind

People throw rocks at things that shine

And life makes love look hard

The stakes are high, the water's rough

But this love is ours

And it's not theirs to speculate

If it's wrong and

Your hands are tough

But they are where mine belong and

I'll fight their doubt and give you faith

With this song for you

'Cause I love the gap between your teeth

And I love the riddles that you speak

And any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored

'Cause my heart is yours -OURS by Taylor Swift

A/N: This started as a oneshot and became the longest first chapter of my life lol but bear with me. This chapter takes place in November 2014 which is why Michael has red hair. Warnings: Language, and abuse is briefly mentioned in this chapter but will be explored in depth in later chapters. Fluff/angst

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"Baaabee it's coooolddd," Michael whined, trying to pull his leather jacket closer around him.

"I told you to bring a warmer coat, but Mr 'I do what I want I'm punk rock' didn't listen. You're lucky we're here before winter really hits," I replied, stifling a laugh as I glanced over at my boyfriend, who sat in the passenger seat of the car we'd rented. I was driving because we were in my home state of Idaho and I knew this area like the back of my hand. Also Michael was still getting used to driving on American roads, and Idaho roads are a little precarious in cold weather.

"Shut up," he groaned, making a face at me, "You didn't tell me it would be this cold. It's like fucking Antarctica here!"

I rolled my eyes as I turned the heat up and handed him a blanket from the back seat. He excitedly burrowed into the blanket till only his bright green eyes were visible. I cracked up laughing and then mumbled a profanity under my breath as I missed my turn.

"What?" Michael asked innocently, his voice muffled by the blanket.

"You're too damn adorable, even when you're being a dumbass and it's distracting. That's what," I giggled.

He uncovered his face to smirk at me and then covered it again.

I shook my head and shoved him playfully with one hand as I found and turned down the correct road to my best friend Tessa's apartment complex.

Michael and I'd been dating for several months now and he hadn't met my family yet since we lived in Los Angeles and my family was in Idaho. My sister Maggie, the matriarch of my family since my mom left us when I was 14, had begged me to come home for Thanksgiving and I was on the fence about it until Michael had offered to come with me.

He had never experienced Thanksgiving, being Australian, but he was super excited about there being tons of food. He also wanted to be here to support me because he knew things were a bit strained with my family and he didn't want me to deal with that alone. Plus he just hated being away from me and we had a couple days off from our tour because while the boys didn't do this holiday, a lot of their and my American fans did so we had not scheduled any tour dates for these few days.

So here we were, on our way to drop our stuff off at Tessa's, where we were staying, before heading to Maggie's house for Thanksgiving. Michael was reluctant to get out of the warm car when we parked, but I promised him I'd get him a hot chocolate on the way to my sister's house, which had hin nearly falling out of the car trying to untangle himself from the blanket. Tessa's dog Nova alerted her to our presence so she opened the door before we could knock.

"Hey loser!" I greeted her jokingly.

"Wow, I let you stay with me and you insult me?" Tessa complained sarcastically.

"Whatever. You love me," I replied, grinning.

"Debatable," she retorted as she hugged me. Michael laughed shakily as I hugged her back as best I could while holding my bags. Tessa looked over and noticed him shivering a little bit as she pulled back from the hug. "What are you wearing, you dingus? It's like 30°F outside right now."

"Yeah, yeah don't start. Mia already gave me shit about it in the car," Michael responded in a slightly annoyed tone as he looked down at his thin leather jacket, red and black flannel and black skinny jeans. He'd at least worn a beanie and boots but still.

I'd actually kind of matched my outfit with his today, though it had not been intentional. I also wore a red and black flannel, black skinny jeans, boots and a beanie. Obviously, I'd opted for a more practical jacket though. We'd laughed for a good minute when we saw each other earlier, the situation made funnier by the fact that we both had red hair, though mine was my natural ginger red with turquoise and purple ombre while his was the color of a firetruck. There hadn't been enough time to change so we'd just stayed like this. On the upside, my sister would probably want photos so the matching outfits would be good for that.

Tessa rolled her eyes and laughed as she helped us bring our stuff inside and get situated. Her boyfriend, Nate, also roasted Michael a little bit for his clothing choices but also understood because Nate was from a different state and he was still getting used to the weather here as well. Not long after that, Tessa told me to let her know if shit went down and she'd come to my sister's to beat some ass and then Michael and I left for my sister's house.

As promised, we got hot chocolates but not before we stopped and got Michael a better coat. I didn't want my family making fun of him too. I knew they would already have enough opinions about him. They were not only pretty conservative, but also really overprotective of me because I was the youngest of four kids. They'd barely ever allowed me to date before I moved out, let alone ever met a guy I liked because their idea of a good boyfriend for me and the type of guys I was into were VASTLY different. I mean I had standards, which actually Michael had helped me with, but I was not into the goodie two shoes clean cut polo shirt wearing type of guys.

Obviously.

My anxiety kicked up a notch as I drove down Maggie's street. Michael must have noticed because he put his hand on my thigh and squeezed gently.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay. I'll be with you the whole time," he said softly.

I smiled at him warmly, "I know and I love you so much for that, but that's not the problem."

"What's the problem then?" he asked, concerned.

"I don't want to deal with what they're probably gonna say about you. Not that I care about what they think of you. I just don't want to hear it. I just want them to see me happy and be happy for me for once in my life," I explained.

"Well, tell them that then. Or I can. And if anyone tries to start shit, we'll leave. I don't care what they think about me either, honestly. All I care about is whether or not you're okay," he reassured me as I parked in front of my sister's house. He intertwined his fingers with mine as soon as we were out of the car.

I knocked on the door and opened it since Maggie was the let yourself in type. Michael only let go of my hand when we removed our coats and beanies(I fixed his hair for him once his beanie was off) but quickly reconnected our hands as soon as he could and followed me up through the house. The back door was the most used at Maggie's house because it opened to her driveway and the front door was way on the other side of the house for some reason. The back door led up a few steps into her kitchen, which you had to pass through to get to the rest of the house. I could tell once we were in the kitchen that everyone was sitting or standing in the dining room, which was to the left at a 90 degree angle from the kitchen. This meant they would all see Michael, who was behind me and not in their view yet, for the first time simultaneously.

Well at least we could get it out of the way quickly, hopefully.

I froze and took a deep breath to prepare myself. Michael used our entwined hands to turn me around and pull me into his arms gently, hugging me. I pressed my face into his chest, breathed in his scent and sighed.

"It'll be okay, baby. I've got you. And I love you, no matter what they say," Michael whispered, lifting my face with both hands and looking into my eyes.

"How are you so perfect? I love you so much," I whispered back, gazing at him in adoration.

He grinned and kissed my forehead softly before taking my hand again and gesturing me foreward. I pulled him with me through the archway to the dining room.

Every set of eyes zeroed in on us and widened in shock as they took in Michael's bright colored emo hairstyle, eyebrow piercing, black earrings, plethora of bracelets and dark clothes. Appearance-wise, Michael was the epitome of punk bad boy and they hadn't even seen his tattoos yet.

"Um, hey everyone," I said, clearing my throat,"This is my boyfriend, Michael. Michael, this is my family."

"Hello, everyone. Happy Thanksgiving," Michael said, smiling and waving awkwardly.

They all stared for a moment before I began introducing everyone by name. Michael greeted them each kindly.

"Never figured my baby sister to be into someone who looks like you but as long as you treat her right, I'm cool with you," my brother Mason commented. I figured Mason wouldn't judge that much since he also had dyed hair, tattoos, similar clothing style and was sort of the rebel of the family.

"I do treat her right. If anything, I probably spoil her a little bit, but I don't mind. She deserves it," Michael replied, looking at me and smiling lovingly.

"Good. Keep it that way," Mason nodded in approval.

"So what do you for a living, young man?" My grandmother asked in a tone like she expected him to not have an answer.

"I'm the lead guitarist in a band called 5 Seconds of Summer, Ma'am," Michael replied respectfully.

"Oh my god, I thought you looked familiar!" Mason exclaimed, looking back and forth between us in disbelief.

"You know this band? They're actually successful?" Grandma looked over at Mason in surprise.

"Yeah, they're actually getting pretty famous now," Mason answered her.

"Yeah, Grandma, they've won awards, been on magazine covers, played all over the world and performed on several tv and radio programs. They've had a lot of hit songs on the radio too," I gushed defensively.

"Oh are they the band you told me about?" My oldest brother, Miles asked. He didn't seem to have any issue with Michael either. He never judged people. He'd always been supportive of me and he was the sibling I was closest to. He and my sister took me in when my mom left, since my dad wasn't around at the time, and he was the one who supplied my magazines, posters and books about whatever I was hyperfixating on before I moved to California. I'd told him a little about Michael and 5SOS, but not the full story.

"So how did you two meet?" Miles asked curiously, ignoring everyone.

"I saved his life and we became friends first," I answered.

"She almost knocked me out, actually," Michael joked.

"What?!" Mason exclaimed, laughing.

How?!" Miles questioned incredulously.

"I did not! Let me explain," I objected.

FLASHBACK:

I was walking down the street, looking around for a restaurant to eat at, when a flash of neon pink in front of me caught my eye.

I did a double take when I realized the pink was the hair on a beautiful boy barely a couple feet away from me, who I immediately recognized as Michael Clifford from 5SOS.

Before I could fangirl, I saw that he was starting to cross the road and there was a car coming straight for him.

"MICHAEL MOVE!" I screamed, but he didn't respond. I barely registered the earbuds in his ears before I was sprinting toward him.

I tackled him out of the way just as the car passed us, though I was pretty sure the only reason my tiny 5 ft tall self was able to even move his towering 6 ft frame was because I caught him off guard.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" He shouted in confusion as we both sat up and he glanced at me as he looked around, pulling his earbuds out and putting them away.

"Oh shit, I didn't hurt you, did I?" I asked, suddenly panicking.

"No, I'm fine, I think. But what the fuck just happened?" he replied, still looking confused and annoyed.

"I-um-there was a car coming and you didn't respond when I yelled your name so I panicked and tackled you," I explained, gesturing in the direction the car went.

His face softened. "Oh. Wow. Um, thank you...what's your name?"

Our eyes met and I actually almost forgot my name for a second before I blinked and came back to reality. "M-Mia. My name is Mia."

"That's a pretty name," he said as he stood up and offered his hand to me. I took it and he helped me up. "I'm-wait you said you yelled my name, so you know it already. You're a fan?"

"Um...yeah, but just so you know, I only tackled you to save you. And not just because you're you. I would have done that for anyone else in that situation. I swear I'm not crazy," I rambled a little bit, blushing.

"You're fine, don't worry," he reassured me.

I nodded nervously as I bent to pick up my satchel off the ground.

"Uh, I don't normally do this, but I was on my way to get a bite to eat and I was wondering if you would maybe like to join me? It's the least I can do to thank you," Michael asked tentatively, running a hand through his hair.

I whipped my head up to look at him in shock. Did Michael Clifford just ask me out?

"A-are you serious? I-I mean, uh, you don't have to do that," I stammered, fidgeting with the strap on my bag.

"I know, but I want to. I feel bad for how I reacted. You didn't deserve that," He said softly, "Besides, you're really pretty and I was kinda hoping to get to know you better."

My heart threatened to jump out of my chest at his words, but then it sunk a moment later.

"You have no idea how badly I want to say yes, but I have a boyfriend...," I told him, looking down at my feet.

"Oh," his voice sounded sad for a second and then got lighter again which caused me to look back up at him,"Well, I still would like to repay you for saving me so how bout just a casual meal between friends?"

A flicker of emotion crossed his face at those last words and disappeared before I could figure out what it was. I shrugged it off and smiled at him.

"Okay, I guess we could do that," I agreed.

"Awesome!" Michael said excitedly, turning and gesturing for me to follow him, "Come on, I know a great place. I was on my way there just now."

I grabbed onto his jean jacket as I tried to keep up with him. "Michael! Wait for me! I have little legs, unlike you, giraffe boy."

He chuckled and slowed down. "First of all, I'm not a giraffe boy. That's Luke. I'm more of a...fuck, what's another tall animal? A Camel? I don't fucking know..."

"A CAMEL? Oh my gosh. You're an idiot. That's what you are," I said, laughing.

"Ouch! I'm being so nice and treating you to lunch and you call me names?" Michael gasped playfully, putting his hands on his chest in mock pain.

"You didn't let me finish. I was gonna say but you make up for it by being ridiculously cute," I retorted. Oh shit did I just say that?

"Aww really?" Michael said, placing his hands under his chin and making an adorable face.

I nearly fell over laughing while walking and he caught me before I smacked into a post that was directly in my path.

He pulled me toward the doors of a locally owned pizza place nearby,"This is it! The home of the best pizza I've ever had! Oh, do you like pizza? I probably should have asked that earlier."

"Are you kidding me? I could LIVE on pizza!" I answered as we went inside and found a table.

"Okay, you saved my life, you like my music, you're gorgeous and you love pizza as much as I do. Oh my god, are you an angel? Because I have been BLESSED," Michael blurted out, giggling as he sat down in the booth.

"Stop. You did not just say that!" I wheezed, holding my stomach because of how hard I was laughing.

"Are you alright?" he asked between giggles.

"No. You're gonna be the death of me," I whined through my own giggles.

"Aww no don't die. I'm sooorrryyy," he drew out his words as he tried to help me calm down, which failed as the way he said sorry set me off again.

Eventually he got me breathing normally before the server came over to us.

We ended up ordering Dr. Pepper for both of us along with a hawaiian and a cheese pizza. We scarfed a lot of it down while goofing off and talking about everything we could think of. Music, movies/tv, videogames, hobbies and other interests, the band, etc. We also managed to take some funny and cute photos of each other, mostly on his phone because I was worries about having too many on my phone. The only ones on mine were ones of me and like one of the two of us taken as though we just casually ran into each other.

I sat back after awhile, feeling full and and totally happy for a change. And again I was brought down from the clouds by the sound of my phone going off.

"Dude, was that a lightsaber sound effect?" Michael asked, intrigued.

"Yeah it is. I love Star Wars so I made it my notification tone," I explained enthusiastically before I saw the text that the aforementioned lightsaber sound alerted me to. "Shit, I gotta go. My boyfriend is home and he's wondering where I am."

"So? Just tell him you made a new friend and you're hanging out with them," Michael said, shrugging like it was no big deal.

"No, you don't understand. I really have to go home now. I'm really sorry. But I had the best time with you. Thank you so much for bringing me here," I said, grabbing my bag anxiously.

Michael looked at me for a moment like he wanted to ask me something but then his face shifted like he thought better of it. He sighed. "Okay then. Will I get to see you again? I'd like to be friends with you, if that's okay?"

"Um...yeah, here," I answered, pulling up a new contact on my phone and handing it to him. He typed in his info, saved it and then handed it back. I sent him a quick text and he saved my contact, adding one of the photos he took of me to it as well.

"Oh, do you want to take any leftover pizza?" he asked as I stood up.

"I can't, but um, you can share it with the boys? You know they'll be happy you brought them food," I suggested, glancing toward the door, half expecting my boyfriend to track my phone and show up here.

Michael nodded and stood up as well,"Okay, I'll see you later, Mia. I had a wonderful time as well and hopefully we can hang out again soon."

Before I could reply, he reached out and pulled me into a hug. It took everything I had not to melt into his arms and refuse to leave.

"See you later," I mumbled into his chest before pulling away and hurrying toward the door.

FLASHBACK OVER

"So yeah that's the story of how we met," I finished, shrugging. I'd obviously edited certain things out since I was talking to my family though.

"How long ago was that?" Miles asked, seeming to be fully invested at this point.

"A year and two months ago, but we didn't start dating till this past June," Michael answered.

"Oh, because of the other boyfriend, right? Bet you just jumped from him to this guy like it was nothing," Maggie finally spoke, her voice laced with judgement.

"No, actually, she didn't, which she already said before. And with all due respect, maybe you should ask her nicely what happened instead of instantly judging her," Michael jumped in before I could say anything, wrapping an arm around me both to protect me and also to soothe me because he knew this was a sensitive subject for me and it was taking all of my self control not to snap at her.

Miles put a hand on Maggie's shoulder and stopped her before she could snap back. He hated conflict and was always the neutral party who had to stop arguments. I tried to never put him in that position but the rest of my family was a different story.

He looked over at me and kindly asked,"What happened with the other boyfriend, Mia? If you're alright to talk about it, of course."

I had to take some deep breaths again before speaking,"Um, well, his name was Jesse and he was...he...hurt me..."

I trailed off, shaking and trying to hold back tears at the memories. Michael kissed the side of my head and rubbed my back to soothe me, even though I could feel how tense he was from remembering these things too.

"It's alright, love," he said softly into my hair, "Do you want me to continue for you?"

I shook my head after a moment and did my best to collect myself before speaking again,"Um...he was...hurting me...physically. It was hell for a long time...until I met Michael. It got so bad that I almost died one night, but I survived because Michael and the rest of the band saved me from Jesse. Jesse's in prison and everything, but it took me awhile to get past what happened. Michael's band let me move in with them and they all protected me, took me to therapy and helped me through everything. It wasn't until months later that things between Michael and I became more than friendship."

"You're okay now though?" Miles asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm a lot better now," I answered, smiling. He sighed in relief and hugged me. Mason joined the hug too, which was odd since he rarely showed me affection at all, so Michael backed away to let us have a moment.

"Why didn't you tell us, dude? You know we would have kicked his ass for you," Mason asked as they let go of me.

"Oh, so you could get yourself thrown in jail AGAIN, Mason?" I said, giving him a look," Besides, it was more complicated than just the abuse. He was powerful and he controlled my career, my money, everything. Michael got me out of that with the help of his band management people and their lawyers."

This had actually been what set him off the night Michael saved me, but they didn't need to know that. I didn't want them blaming Michael for what happened to me, which they probably would.

"You just helped her out of the goodness of your heart? I find that hard to believe. You probably just did it to get in her pants," Grandma sneered at Michael, her judgy tone and expression made suddenly worse by the sight of Michael's tattoos as he had shoved his sleeves up to his elbows anxiously without thinking about it.

He disliked remembering what Jesse did almost more than I did and he always played with his sleeves or bracelets when he was anxious. He noticed everyone's eyes darting to his arm and hands, and we both rolled our eyes.

"Oh he's got tattoos, too. Wonderful," I heard my dad mutter.

"Dad! Stop it!" I exclaimed. I went to say more but Michael stopped me. I knew that look in his eyes so I let him. He didn't take shit from people and he wasn't about to start now.

"Okay, listen, I know what I look like to you all," Michael began,"and to be honest, I don't really give a damn because what I look like has nothing to do with how I treat people. I've cared for Mia from the beginning and, not that this is any of your business, I refused to even acknowledge any sort of feelings or anything until she was ready to, much less try anything physical, and neither did she. I'd never disrespect her or take advantage of her, or anyone really, that way. Honestly, my focus wasn't even close to that place, anyway. I was concerned about her wellbeing more than anything and that has not changed. So I promise you, my intentions with Mia have never been anything other than respectful and I would never ever hurt her. We don't even sleep in the same room. So if we could all just be grownups about this, that'd great."

"And by the way, the guy whose appearance you would approve of actually did hurt me and disrespected me. He did a lot of horrible things, and yet if I brought him here instead of Michael, you would have welcomed him immediately. Meanwhile, the man who actually loves me and is good to me is the one you're rude to simply because he does not look ideal to you. How does that make sense?" I interjected.

"I guess it doesn't," My dad said, "Wait, then where are you sleeping while you're here?"

"Again, not that it's your business, but we're staying at Tessa's, still in separate rooms. I'm taking the couch and Mia gets the guest room. We do the same thing on the tour bus and Mia gets her own hotel room when we get to use hotels," Michael told him.

This was not always true, but they didn't need to know that.

"Tour bus?" Dad questioned, confused,"Mia, what are you doing on their tour bus?"

"Oh, I'm 5 Seconds of Summer's opening act!" I told him

"What?!" Miles exclaimed.

"Yep! She's actually an amazing singer and musician. Everyone loves her and she's gained quite the fanbase," Michael boasted, grinning proudly.

Maggie and Grandma again looked shocked. Miles enthusiastically hugged me again for this, and Mason rolled his eyes and tried to act like he didn't care.

"Ew people actually like listening to you sing?" Mason joked. I put my hand on his face and shoved him playfully.

"Really? You're performing?" Dad turned to me, surprised but smiling. As conservative and protective as he was, he'd always loved my voice and he had encouraged me to pursue my music when I left home. I could tell that even though he was not happy about my choice of boyfriend, he was happy I was getting to sing for people.

"Yeah I am," I nodded, beaming at him.

"That's great!" Dad said, seeming to accept this, though he shot Michael an 'I'll hunt you down' look. "As long as there's no funny business going on."

"Okay can we stop talking about Mia's sex life before I lose my appetite? I'm starving!" Mason groaned, grabbing his stomach dramatically.

Everyone laughed at this, surprisingly, and it broke the tension enough for us to move on to dinner. My little nephews came out of their room at that point. They must have been napping. I helped Maggie set out the food then grabbed some glasses of my grandma's famous punch and sat in the chair next to Michael, which he pulled out for me.

"Wow, this all looks and smells amazing!" Michael gasped excitedly as his eyes skimmed over every dish on the table.

"Wait till you taste it," I said, grinning at him.

We said grace and then everyone dug in. Michael eagerly put a helping of everything on his plate and began stuffing his face.

"Oh my god, you're right, it all tastes amazing too!" Michael nearly moaned, his mouth full of food. "Maggie, you're an excellent cook!"

I giggled and nodded in agreement as I shoveled a large spoonful of mashed potatoes into my mouth.

"Oh, thank you," Maggie replied, smiling tentatively as she took a sip of her punch. "I didn't do all of it though. Miles made the devilled eggs and Grandma made the punch."

"Well, you all did a really great job. It's all delicious. Thank you," Michael said, raising his glass to them a little bit before taking a drink. Miles reacted happily but Grandma just sort of half smiled and nodded.

As we ate, he got distracted by my brothers having a heated debate about Mario Kart. He eased his way into the conversation and after a little bit my brothers challenged him to a Mario Kart battle after dinner. Of course, Michael eagerly accepted the challenge.

Dinner went by fairly smoothly, and after we all helped clean up and took some photos together, the boys set up the Wii and started up Mario Kart. I decided to play too, even though I knew they were all better at it than I was. I had just really missed playing videogames with my brothers and I was so happy they were getting along with Michael. The four of us piled onto the couch with our controllers and chose our characters. Miles liked playing as either Toad or Mario but Michael had already picked Toad so Miles went with Mario. Mason got Yoshi before I could but then I remembered you could play as Toadette on this version so I picked her. Michael chuckled at this and kissed the side of my head.

I actually managed to win one round but Miles and Michael won most of the rounds. Mason was not happy about losing but he respected Michael for being so good at the game.

During Halo, which was the next game they put on, I didn't play. However, I did accidentally distract Michael by laying down with my head on his lap, which caused him to miss and his character to die. Then toward the end, I decided to reach over and tickle Mason right as his character was about to throw a grenade at Michael's, causing Mason to drop his controller and his character to accidentally fall off a cliff and die. At the same time, Michael turned and shot Miles' halo dude, winning the round.

"Ohhhhh, I'm gonna get you for that!" Mason cried out in a tone that was half mad and half joking around as we all laughed. He and Miles jumped up and moved toward me.

"Shit!" I yelped as he and Miles, who were both tall and ridiculously strong, grabbed me off of the couch.

They easily were able to toss me around between them and a wrestling match ensued as they tried to take turns tickling me.

"Ahhh, Michael help!" I screeched, giggling as I flailed about, trying to fight off my brothers.

"Oh you mean like this?" Michael smirked and also started tickling me.

"NOOO NOT LIKE THAT AHH!" I shrieked, squirming and beginning to hyperventilate. "WHY ARE YOU HELPING THEM?"

"You distracted me in Halo and made me die," he said, finding the most ticklish spots on my sides as Mason grabbed my legs in an attempt to keep me from kicking him. Miles held me under my arms which caused my shirt to ride up several inches.

Suddenly a shrill voice echoed through the room.

"HE'S GOT YOU TATTOOED AND PIERCED TOO?!" Grandma bellowed as she came back from the bathroom, startling us.

Miles jumped and let go of my torso, which made Mason lose his grip on my legs and drop me. Michael tried to catch me but was just slightly too late. I ended up landing sideways on my hand and rolling backward onto him, screaming as something made a cracking sound and a sharp stabbing pain shot up my arm.

"Shit, Baby, are you okay?" Michael asked worriedly as he helped me up carefully.

I shooked my head and winced as I braced my hand against my chest.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," Miles exclaimed as he saw my swollen, discolored hand and wrist.

Grandma apparently either didn't notice or didn't care because she just stormed over and aggressively yanked my shirt up. She glared down at the ornate black crescent moon holding a red stone that hooked through my navel, Michael's favorite of my belly button rings, and the anchor with tiger lillies and rope descending into a treble clef inked on my side. I had a few other tattoos, but my clothing still covered those.

"Knock it off, Grandma. Michael had nothing to do with my tattoos or me piercing my belly button," I retorted, pushing my shirt back down and stepping away from her. "I got them way before I met him."

"I don't believe you," Grandma said, crossing her arms.

"Of course you don't. That doesn't make it any less true," I replied, annoyed and desperate to go take care of my hand.

"Why would you do this to yourself, Mia? You know better. You know you could get ink poisoning or an infection or something," My dad chimed in, having shifted his attention from my nephews to me and giving me a look only a disappointed dad can give.

"Because I wanted to and that's all that matterd. Mason and Maggie got tattoos and piercings and nobody batted an eye, but I do it and everyone loses their minds? How is that fair?"I questioned them, which actually made them go quiet. "I'm an adult too and I can make my own decisions. If I want your input, I'll ask but until then, I don't want to hear it."

"Fine. If you wanna throw away all your values and destroy your body for a boy, go for it. But don't come crying to me when he leaves you for some other groupie or something," Grandma huffed angrily. "I've been around a long time, Mia. I know how guys like him are."

"Hey listen, I'm sorry you seem to have had some bad experiences with men, but that doesn't mean we are all like them. And it absolutely does not give you the right to treat Mia like that. I don't know what makes you think that's in any way okay, but it's not. Especially since you're family,"Michael snapped at her as he wrapped his arms around me and ushered me toward the back door,"And by the the way, you're wrong. I love Mia with every fiber of my being and I have no intention of ever leaving her. In fact, I hope to marry her some day. When we are both fully ready, of course. Now, in case you haven't noticed, Mia is hurt and needs a doctor."

This seemed to stun everyone into silence for a moment before my grandma grumbled something about it getting dark(she doesn't like driving at night) and gathered her things to leave. My brothers and my dad helped her to her car and Maggie took some leftovers to her car for her. Then Miles and Mason drove Michael and I to the hospital, which luckily is only about 5 minutes away from Maggie's house.

I barely noticed any of this till Michael and I were were in a room waiting to be seen, mostly because of the pain but also because Michael's words were replaying over and over in my head.

"You alright?" Michael murmured, brushing a strand of hair out of my face.

"Did you just...tell my whole family you want to marry me?" I gazed up at him wide eyed.

"Out of everything that just happened, that's what you're thinking about right now?" he asked, incredulously.

"You can't just say something like that and expect me to forget about it," I said. "You know me better than that."

"True," he said. "It kinda just came out before I could stop it. But honestly, I meant every word."

I smiled warmly at him as my heart swelled. Sometimes I still couldn't believe he was really mine.

"I love you," I sighed happily, kissing him.

"I know," He said softly, deepening the kiss and pulling me closer as I snaked my good arm around his neck.

"AHHH MY EYES! MY EYES!" I heard Mason doing a hilarious impression of Phoebe from Friends as he came back in and saw us making out.

We laughed as we pulled apart and watched him get smacked in the back of the head by Miles, who had appeared behind him.

"We're in a hospital, you idiot. You can't yell shit like that here," Miles reprimanded Mason.

"On the upside, it might get the doctor in here faster," Michael snorted. "Do American hospitals always take this long to treat people?"

"Actually a lot longer sometimes. Hospitals kind of suck here," Mason said.

"That's fucking stupid. This is an emergency room," Michael said, glancing down at me worriedly as I leaned on him.

"Welcome to America, buddy," Mason quipped, clapping Michael on the back.

Michael rolled his eyes and shrugged his hand off as the doctor finally came into the room.

The doctor examined my hand, and ordered an x-ray. The x-ray showed that my wrist and thumb were broken so they reset the bones before wrapping it in a cast, which I requested to be purple.

They also gave me a high dose of pain medicine, which meant that Miles had to drive us back to Tessa's. When we got there, Michael explained what happened, since I was too out of it now, and Tessa offered to take us to the airport tomorrow and take our rental car back for us. He agreed.

Michael carried me upstairs to the guest room and helped me change into one of his hoodies and some fuzzy panda pajama pants before tucking me under the covers.

"Goodnight, my love," he murmured as he kissed my forehead and turned toward the door.

"Mikey don't gooooo," I pouted, reaching for him. "Mikey cuddle meee."

"Okay, fine. Just give me a second," he said, chuckling and going out the door. He returned a few minutes later in a long sleeve tshirt and some pajama pants. I reached for him again and he snuggled with me under the covers, careful not to hurt my wrist further.

"My Mikey," I mumbled sleepily, nuzzling my face into his chest. "I love my Mikey."

"I love you, too, baby," he giggled, "And you're so cute when you're high as balls on painkillers. But you need to sleep now."

I looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes and he sighed.

"You want me to sing, don't you?" he asked.

I nodded, still doing the puppy dog eyes.

"Only for you," he said, before very softly serenading me with my favorite song.

"Throwing rocks at your window at midnight

You met me in your backyard that night

In the moonlight you looked just like an angel in disguise..."

I relaxed into his arms and listened happily.

About halfway through the chorus, Michael's beautiful, angelic voice began to fade away as I slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

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simpforfandom231 · 9 months

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Date night part 2

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As she plugged the earplugs in she saw my smile and gigfled, ‘i see that smile on your face, you don’t have to be ashamed of it…your beautiful…’ she said and a blush on her face appeared. As she put the other earplug in she stood up amd went back to her chair, ‘ how does it feel? Are they okay?’ She asked and i nodded. All the talking went softer, the loud voices and the scrapping of metal on plates faded away. Rachel’s voice was clear enough to hear what she was saying and i felt better. ‘It’s perfect, thank you…’ As our food arrived we talked about anything and nothing and when dessert came up, Rachel asked for 1 menu. ‘So i have an idea, how about i read every dessert on this menu and you just say yes or no?’ I looked at her in awe, this woman was beautiful, sweet and actually trying to make me feel okay. ‘ eh yeah sure i would like that’ i said and Rachel started to read, ‘lava cake?’ I shook my head, ‘okay, what about lemon cheese cake?’ Again a no, ‘ fruit mix?’ Nope, ‘ panna cotta?’ My eyes lit up at the name of the dessert and i smiled. ‘ guess we have panna cotta for dessert then.’ Rachel smiled and gave the menu back to the waiter who has come up. After dessert i insisted on paying for the dinner. ‘So ehm wanna come to my place? I mean…i…i just wanted to be friendly….’ Rachel stuttered and it was the cutest thing i have ever seen, ‘ eh yeah sure if your okay with it…’ i said and so we went.

As we settled down in her appartement i looked around in awe. The place was beautifully decorated with pictures of her and her dog, it had cute paintings and some other stuff. Lenny, her dog came up to me and i instantly relaxed. Animals had a relaxing take on me and as i sat down on the couch, lenny just went to get into my lap. ‘Omg i’m so sorry about that!’ Rachel wanted to get lenny off but i stopped her, ‘it’s fine really….they have some sort of calming effect on me so it’s not a problem…’ i smiled. Rachel sat next to me and looked at me, ‘your pretty…..’ she said and i blushed, ‘your not so bad either’ i said and looked at lenny. ‘Can i…kiss you…’Rachel blurred out and came to sit a bit closer. ‘I ehm…i…i think so…..’ i felt nervous, human touch can be very sensory overload but when i felt her soft lips it was like i was in heaven. When she pulled back she asked if it was okay and i nodded. ‘Kiss me again….’ I sad shyly and Rachel looked surprised. I leanend in and so did she. She didn’t use any hands and i was greatfull for that so when air became a problem i smiled. ‘Thank you for not using hands…’ i said and Rachel giggled. ‘I figured human touch is very sensory overloading? So i thought that maybe first my lips and when you adjust i can place a hand but i mean…i mean if your okay with it…’ Rachel rambled and i giggled at it. ‘Your cute when you ramble but yes it can be a lot but….i would like…a hand maybe..’ i felt my cheeks heat up and i looked down untill i felt a hand over my knees. ‘Is this okay?’ I hummed and i looked in her eyes,’you can move your hands…upwards if you want’ i said shyly and it was her turn to become a darker shade of red. As she moved her hand to my thigh i felt a strange feeling in my stomach and the desire to kiss her was bigger than ever. ‘Can i kiss you again Rachel?’ I asked and she nodded, ‘yes please.’

A/n: this is short but part three is coming. I’m just tired and i need a good ending so thinking about it.

If you have suggestions please hit me up!

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11 | Golden Days

Pairing: Hinata x Fem!Reader

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Later that evening when you get home, you make yourself some food and sit down to scroll through your phone while you eat. However, about halfway through your meal, you get a call from Hinata.

You quickly wipe the food from your mouth and swallow down the bite in your mouth before answering the call.

“Hello?” you hum curiously into the phone.

“Y/N?” he responds. “Hey, I’m sorry for calling you unexpectedly. I just wanted to hear your voice. I’ve been meaning to ask how your vacation went.”

After hearing what he has to say, you can do nothing but smile from ear to ear. As you begin to tell him about your fun girls’ trip, minus the whole fantasy you had about kissing him when you were with another guy, you stand up from the table you were eating at and walk around your house mindlessly.

As you speak, Hinata asks questions about your friends, the beach, and even how you felt after the long drive there and back. You can’t really put how his voice makes you feel, but the butterflies in your stomach remain for the entirety of the conversation.

“What’ve you been up to since you got back?” he then asks.

“Do you think I forgot about you?” you smile to yourself. “I promise I haven’t.”

“I’m glad to hear that. You’re all I’ve been able to think about since the last time I saw you,” he responds. Once more, your face heats up and the butterflies cause a knot in your stomach.

“Well, since I got back I’ve been trying to help out with some things but my mom’s been making it almost impossible. I basically told her to fuck off today,” you admit.

“Shit, Y/N, you need a fucking smoke,” he teases.

“No kidding. But since I’ve been busy I haven’t been able to see my friends and get high,” you sigh.

“Well if you’re not busy now and you’re feeling up to it, you could come over to my place. I’d enjoy the company.”

“I think I might have to take you up on that,” you smile. “Can you send me your address? I’ll come over in a half hour. I was just finishing up my dinner.”

“Sorry, did I call at a bad time?” he asks. “I usually don’t call without asking for that reason.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” you shake your head. You don’t mind the impromptu call at all. “I’m glad you called. I’ll be right over.”

After hanging up the phone, you shovel the rest of your dinner into your mouth and run to your room. You quickly change and fix yourself up. Not that you need to look good for him. You have nothing to prove. But you don’t want to look sweaty or dirty, either.

When you show up, Hinata answers almost right away. He hugs you and steps to the side to let you in. Then, when you get inside, you see a pre-rolled joint on his coffee table right beside the game Monopoly.

“You’ve got this all planned out, don’t you?” you smile at him.

“Just something I came up with,” he shrugs. “You said you wanted a smoke and I thought playing a game of investments and spending money would be a great combination.”

“You know me so well,” you sigh, smiling as you walk toward the table. “I call dog.”

“Good. I wanted car anyway,” he smiles back.

When you sit, Hinata passes you the joint and grabs the lighter from the table. Then, just like he did last time you smoked together, he lights the end for you.

“Thanks,” you mutter just before pulling the smoke into your lungs. Something you regret each time you go back for another hit.

While you get high off Hinata’s stash, he begins to set up the game for the two of you.

“How much money do we start off with, Mr. Banker?” you ask him.

“One thousand five hundred dollars,” he smiles, “but you just get one thousand.”

“Hey, play fair!” you scoff.

“I bet you’re the one in your family who didn’t play fair. You probably always had some kind of trick up your sleeve.”

“Momma didn’t raise no fool,” you grin.

“So you used to get along with your mom?” he asks curiously, accidentally causing your smile to drop.

“Yeah, used to,” you reply emotionlessly. “Except she didn’t appreciate a good trick, even if it was legal. She wanted everything out in the open.”

“So you outsmarted her and she didn’t like it?” he asks, grinning.

“Maybe, maybe not,” you shrug. “Guess you’ll just have to find out. Don’t drop your guard,” you smile. “And you better hope I don’t get a ‘Get out of jail free’ card before you. ‘Cause I’ll sell that for an unreasonable price.”

“Well if you do that, I might have to do the same,” he teases. “Here’s your dog.”

“Dogs are lucky, you know,” you explain to him as you trade the small metal dog for the joint you were just smoking.

“Oh yeah?” he nods as he puts the rolled weed to his lips. “How so?”

“Well, in China, the dog is one of the twelve Zodiacs and all of those are considered lucky. Besides, dogs and loyal and honest. They represent loyalty and good fortune. Not to mention the countless studies that show owning a dog can drastically lower your blood pressure,” you nod.

“Then you better hope your dog brings you good luck,” Hinata hums as he breathes out a puff of smoke.

“More than a car will,” you smile. “Ever heard of the tortoise and the hare?”

“Are you trying to say I’m compensating my fast car for something?” he gasps jokingly.

“No,” you hum, “but remember to slow down and pick the flowers.”

“Didn’t Goldilocks’ mother tell her not to pick the flowers?”

“No,” you laugh this time. “That’s the completely wrong story. It was Little Red Riding Hood.”

“Oh. That’s right, I remember now,” he agrees.

Once the game begins, you and Hinata play a long and intense round that’s broken up by laughter and puffs of smoke. But once it finally comes to an end, and you begin to realize how late it is, your heart drops to your stomach.

“Y/N?” Hinata calls you by your name. “Do you want to stay over tonight?”

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Chapter Seven | The Bite

story: Midnight Rain wc: 2.3k

[a/n: all characters, plot, etc. are not mine. The only thing I own is my original character. credit to gif owner.]

The alarm continues to blare as Jennifer starts the car, turning hard around a corner as the two in the back groan. Steve curses, but she can't think of anything else then to get everyone back to safety. Robin, however, begins to speak but it starts of slurred.

"Yeah, what it this, like, the Indy 500?" She asks.

"It's the Indy 300."

"No, dingus, it's 500!"

"It's 300!"

Erica looks back at the two, judging. Steve and Robin begin laughing hysterically.

"What's wrong with them?"

"I don't know," Dustin says,

"I know what's wrong with them."

Not paying attention, Jennifer accidentally runs the car into a bunch of stacked barrels, causing everyone to get jerked forward including Steve and Robin who groan from the impact. Rushing out of the vehicle, she along with Dustin and Erica rush to the back, unhooking the slot before opening the door. Without moving, Jennifer and the two kids shout at them and force Steve and Robin out of the back. She looks at Steve's battered face, frowning at the injuries.

"God, what did they do to you."

Dustin holds a keycard up to the keypad as it beeps, motioning for Jennifer and Erica to step onto the elevator with the drugged teens. The door closes as Jennifer hits the close door button, it shoots up the shaft quickly and not calmly. Whilst the elevator is rising in the hoistway, Steve stands on a a metal flatbed truck and acting as if he is surfing as Robin holds the he handle. They shout and whoop giddly at the same time.

"Hey! You look like you're surfing!" Robin shouts.

"Surfing! Yeah!"

Jennifer shakes her head, annoyed. She stands behind her brother and Erica.

"They seem drunk,"

"Why would they be drunk?"

"I'm a natural! Check it out!" Stee shouts, loosing his balance and hitting the elevator floor.

Robin laughs as they begin laughing even more. She takes a seat as Jennifer kneels beside her boyfriend, resting her hand on Steve's forehead, feeling the heat on her cold fingertips.

"He's hot."

"You're hot,"

Dustin kneels, grabbing Steve's face and trying to open his eyes only to hurt him in the process. Jennifer sees the redness in the whites of his eyes, looking back at her brother with concern.

"His pupils are super dilated."

"Maybe he's drugged."

"That's exactly what these two dinguses are. They've been drugged by those shitty Russians."

"Ugh. Boop!" Steve says, booping the tip of Jennifer's nose as she tries to get him to look her in the eyes, barely holding a gaze.

"Steve, are you drugged?" Jennifer asked even though she knew the answer.

With his head resting on the box behind him, Steve begins. "How many times, Dad? I don't do drugs. It's only marijuana."

"This isn't funny, okay? I need to know what they did to you."

"Dustin, they drugged him. Robin too. What else do you think they did?"

Steve boops her nose again before picking his nose slightly with his sailor tie, laughing.

"Are they gonna die?"

Jennifer looks toward Robin who is twiddling her fingers in her hair.

"We all die, my strange child friend. It's just a matter of how... and when."

The brunette looks back at Steve, trying to find the words before getting a thought. Her keys were left on the counter in the back room at Scoops Ahoy.

"We'll take my car, ok?"

Dustin nods.

"Ooh, and we stop by the food court."

"I would kill for a hot dog on a stick."

"Ooh!"

"Yes, you can have as much food as you want."

They continue laughing as the elevator stops on the main ground where they open the door, stepping onto the pavement. It felt good for Jennifer to be back on the ground and not in an underground experiment to open the gate to the upside down. Sighing a breath of relief, she looks back at Robin and Steve. The two have their tongues out tasting the air around them when abruptly the gate in front of the group opens and two guards strom through, wielding their large guns and coming towards them.

"Shit." Jennifer curses.

Jennifer grabs Steve by the hand and drags him toward the double doors as Dustin opens them. Erica pushes Robin inside, shutting the door behind them. They run through the back of the mall, the corridor that leads to various stores especially Scoops Ahoy. Approaching a door, Jennifer cracks it open and sees that the coast is clear before her and the others scurry out and into the theater that is currently playing Back to the Future.

Everyone was fixated on the film as Dustin now leads the way, down the aisle dragging a drugged Steve and Robin over to two empty seats closest to the screen.

"You two, sit."

"No, no, no! These seats are too close!"

"Dude, these seats blow."

"Then don't watch the movie," Jennifer exclaims.

"We want to watch it."

"Then watch it!"

The two of them sit down. Some male shushes them as Robin shushes him back then turning to face the kids and the screen.

"Whatever you do don't... go... anywhere."

"Fine, Mom."

Robin snickers as Steve holds a few pieces of popcorn in his hand then putting the popcorn in his mouth. Jennifer sighs, shaking her head before she, Dustin and Erica move to three unaccompanied seats. Dustin sighs.

"Okay, it's official. I'm never having kids."

"What are we doing here?" Jennifer asks.

"We're laying low. Cooling off. Like Oswald."

"Oswald was found in a theater and shot to death."

"A week later."

"The point if, his plan didn't work."

"All right, enough you two. Shut it."

A woman behind them shushes them as the three of them shush the woman back, getting irritated.

"All right, you guys watch Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Make sure they don't go anywhere."

"Where are you going?"

"To find my keys in the parlor, so we have a ride."

Jennifer rises as Dustin follows behind, walking into the room where the film is playing the movie. The older Henderson sibling exits the theater and walks through the mall, towards the shop but keeping an eye out for any guards.

She enters Scoops Ahoy, pushing through the door and into the back room, seeing that everything was the way it were yesterday. She approaches the little shelf and looks through the items before seeing a pair of keys.

Exclaiming with excitement, Jennifer extends her arm and yanks the keys off the table before leaving the ice cream place. She quickly strides across the mall, entering the movie theater and seeing that Dustin has returned to his seat next to Erica. He's asking her about batteries, then a plan B as Jennifer looks over and sees the two are gone from their seats.

"Where... are they?" She asks.

Erica and Dustin glance at the empty seats as well, rushing out of the theater and looking for them. The entrance to the theater is deserted. Something feels off with the air around them before questioning the two kids.

In the bathroom, Robin lays on the floor as her feet are perched on the stall door. Steve, who's in the stall over, sits beside the toilet before flushing. He groans.

"The ceiling stopped spinning for me. Is it still spinning for you?" Robin questions.

Steve looks up.

"Holy shit. No." He responds. "You think we puked it all up?"

"Maybe. Ask me something. Interrogate me."

"Okay, interrogate you. Um... When was the last time you, uh, peed your pants?"

"Today."

"What?"

"When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw,"

He laughs. "Oh, my God."

"It was just a little bit, though."

Robin laughs, pushing herself to where she's sitting against the tiled wall.

"Alright, my turn."

"Okay. Hit me."

"Have you... ever been in love?"

"Yep. Starting, Nancy Wheeler then Jennifer Henderson. First semester, senior year." He says, imitating a gunshot before chuckling.

"Oh, my God. She's acts like a priss."

"Yeah, not really."

"Are you still in love with Nancy?"

"No. I think it's because I found someone who's a little better for me. It's crazy. Ever since Dustin got home, he's been telling me 'find your suzie. Find your suzie."

"Wait. Who's Suzie?"

"Some girl from camp, I guess his girlfriend. To be honest with you, I'm not 100% sure she's even real. But that's not-- that's not really the point." He says.

"Oh, Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"A few days ago, when Jennifer was upset in the backroom while you were tending to the female customers, Jennifer was in tears, talking about your relationship. She told me that she wasn't sure if she wanted to still be in the relationship, wanting to break up... with you."

"What? She doesn't..."

"But then Jennifer said that you both have been through so much, and that kept her from leaving because she never had chemistry like she had with you."

"What.. I don't-- I didn't know she felt that way."

Robin was silent, causing Steve to furrowed his brows and tap on the bathroom stall.

"Robin, did you just OD in there?"

"No," She sighs. "I am still alive."

He sighs deeply as Steve slides himself under the stall and in the same one with her.

"The floor's disgusting."

"Yeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so... What do. you think?"

"About?"

"The girl."

"She is awesome. And what about the guy?"

"I think he's on drugs, and he's not thinking straight."

"Really? 'Cause I think he's thinking a lot more clearly than usual."

The girl, Jennifer is currently looking around the mall with her younger brother and Erica. She steps into the shop and grabs the first aid kit from one of the stores. She exits and continues looking. They continue to search for Steve and Robin. She hears faint laughing as she follows it, motioning her brother towards the bathroom.

Dustin pushes past and barges into the restroom. The two are still laughing and smiling until the three of them stop in their tracks.

"Okay. What the hell?"

They continue laughing before he stops looking toward Jennifer. He gives her a serious expression before rising. She gives him a saddened look before turning her heel and stepping away, holding the first aid kit still.

"Jen-- Jennifer. Come on, look at me."

"No, you know what I told Robin the other day. If-- If you want to then let's... end it."

"Jennifer, please. No."

Dustin cracks open the door, looking out and scanning the outside entrance to the theater. Soon the other's are behind, looking out too.

"And... blend."

They exit the bathroom and into the middle of the crowd of movie goers. Jennifer keeps calm and continues on, grabbing Steve's hand in the process whilst still holding the first aid kit for his wounds.

"Well, shit, that worked."

"Course it worked. We just have to get to Jennifer's car, and home sweet home, here we come."

"Uh, Dustin."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, we might not wanna go to your house."

"Why?" Jennifer asks.

"Well, I might've told them yours and Jennifer's full name."

"What is wrong with you?"

"Dude, I was drugged.

"So?" Jennifer asks.

"So?"

"You resist. You tough it out. You tough it out like a man."

"Oh, yeah, it's easy for you to say."

"Guys?"

Robin and Jennifer stops everyone, looking towards the two Russian guards standing across the from them. One of the men look over as they run back and towards an escalator. They slide down before trying to figure out where they should hide. Jennifer signals them behind the counter at a nearby restaurant. They pant as Jennifer grabs her boyfriend's hand, squinting her eyes. The car that's blocked off with red rope -- the alarm begins wailing as they stay still. The sound of metal clings as it drags the russian guards away, killing them instantly.

The car crashes against the counter of one of the food stalls. Pulling her hand away, Jennifer and the other's peek over the counter, standing behind it and eye the downed guards. Their gaze drift confusedly toward the car then at the second floor where Jonathan, Nancy, Mike, Max, Lucas and Will gather around Eleven. A smile begins to form on Jennifer's face.

The two groups meet on the main level. Dustin hugs Eleven and Mike.

"Erica?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Ask them. It's their fault"

"True, yeah. Totally true. It's absolutely our fault."

"I don't understand what happened to that car."

Everyone continues talking as Jennifer greets Jonathan and Nancy, thrilled to see they are still alive before smiling at Max.

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I'm Robin,"

"She's the one who help crack the secret code."

"Yeah, which is how we found out about the Russians." Jennifer adds.

"Russians? Wait, what Russians?" Jonathan asks.

"The Russians!"

"Those were Russians?"

"Some of them,"

"What are you talking about?"

"Didn't you hear our code red?"

"Yeah. Wouldn't understand half of what you were saying."

"Goddamn low battery."

"How many times do I have to tell you with the low battery?"

"Well, everything worked out, didn't it, Steve?"

"Worked out? We almost died."

"YEah, but we didn't. Did we?"

They continue talking as Jennifer notices Eleven taking a few steps away from the group. Remicing, she covers her ears and squeezes her eyes closed tight. Suddenly, Eleven collapses. The group notices before rushing toward her, some of them kneeling.

"What's wrong?"

"My leg."

Jennifer nods as she peels away the gauze, revealing the worsen wound. They all exclaim in disgust as her stomach churns but keeps her composure. They groan and gasp as something moves beneath El's skin as she grits her teeth, grunting. She wails in pain as Mike calls out her name. The other's watch helplessly before El screams a loud.

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Imagine: You get up in the middle of the night to make a snack and accidentally wake up Nat because you didn't stop the microwave’s obnoxious beeping in time. (Natasha Romanoff x ADHD!reader)

*Not my GIF

You can’t sleep.

Not for the life of you.

You’d been so absorbed in your projects that day that you’d barely eaten a thing, and now you’re paying the price for it. Lying in bed, tossing and turning as your stomach growls and roars like a hungry lion. You tried melatonin, lavender, classical music, the works. But nothing’s gonna get you to sleep except for food.

Groaning you get up and check the time; 2:45 am. Grabbing a flashlight, you switch it on and groggily flop over to the compound kitchen. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich should do the trick.

You look in the bread drawer, but it’s all gone. That’s when you remember; Tony has yet to go grocery shopping, so all you have is frozen bread. Looks like you’re gonna have to use the microwave.

You can barely keep your eyes open and you even wince as the freezer light hits them. You pry apart two slices and place them in the microwave. Setting the timer to….God-knows-how-long, you find yourself blacking out for what’s supposed to be a hot second only to be alerted to a loud beeping sound.

Well, alerted’s actually an overstatement. More like bring awareness to. Because you’re not even flinching.

“What the hell are you doing up so late, (y/n)?”

You hear a faint, familiar voice along with the microwave beeping. The footsteps get closer and soon you feel a hand on your shoulder. Still too tired to function, you look behind you to see your girlfriend Nat in her PJs.

“…..I was hungry,” you groan.

“ADHD again?” she sighs.

You nod.

“It’s like my body wants me to be sleep-deprived.”

You open up the microwave and take out the bread, but Nat stops you.

“I’ve got this,” she assures you. “Go back to your room.”

Confused you do. But you’re confused no longer when Nat brings in some blankets and pillows along with your sandwich and a glass of water, turning on the light. She places the sandwich and glass on the nightstand. In your sleepy state, you grab the sandwich and nom on it.

“Don’t forget to drink some water,” she tells you. “I don’t want you to choke on anything.”

You know that when Natasha Romanoff tells you to drink water, then you drink water. And so you drink water. Once you’re finished, Nat’s about to take the plate and glass back.

“Wait.” You stop her. “Can….can you cuddle with me tonight? Pwetty pwease?”

You give her your best puppy dog eyes.

“You don’t need to be more adorable than you already are,” Nat tells you with a smile. “Why do you think I brought in the blankets and pillows?”

You feel your cheeks heating up a bit. She chuckles and leaves to put the dishes away. A few minutes later, she returns and tucks herself into bed on the other side. You cuddle up close to her and she smiles.

“God, you’re adorable,” she chuckles as she strokes your cheek with her thumb.

She’s the last thing you see before you drift off into a lovestruck slumber.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff imagines #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x adhd!reader #adhd!reader #marvel #marvel imagines #avengers #avengers imagine #marvel imagine

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teabreakpancakes · 2 years

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hi !! could i request sfw/nsfw hcs for norton, naib and mike with a g/n tsundere reader? 👉👈

I Know You Care Norton, Naib, and Mike with a GN Tsundere! S/O

Genre: Fluff, NSFW

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋

𝐒𝐅𝐖

he thought you hated him at first but as soon as someone even tried vying to get his attention you'd steal him away from them

you started being nice to him but most of the time you'd still act mean and cold

you confessed during a match, norton was ballooned and you saved him before he'd get sent back, the hunter hit him again and you desperately tried saving him.

Before the prospector got sent back he screamed a question at you, still struggling to get out of Geisha's balloon. "Why are you trying so hard to save me?!", the hunter, Geisha, facepalmed at this. "I LIKE YOU YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!" you reply, running away from Violetta who was laughing her ass off. Vera laughs from within the large carnival tent, "They finally confessed, been waiting for a while for that" she giggles, remembering how she tried to make you jealous by trying to flirt with Norton.

norton was shocked, he didn't know someone could actually fall for him of all people

he gradually fell for you the more time you guys spent together

you had your first date in the manor's garden at night

he had to admit that your cooking was absolutely amazing—but when he did say that while you were cooking in the kitchen, he got a cute reaction out of you

"Of c, course my cooking is good, you'll never be able to find someone else that can cook better than me s, so" (Name) stumbles on their words, face getting redder with each passing moment. They turn, dashing out of the kitchen and leaving Norton with their dish. Norton smiles, chuckling before finishing the rest of the food.

he likes to compare you to an angry cat

some of the survivors call you the moody cat and the cat owner as a joke

"Norton! get your moody cat, they're gonna throw a fit if they don't see you!" Vera teases her friend, wagging a ball of yarn they got from Miss Nightingale in front of them. "J, Just DECODE ALREADY!" they scream at her, groaning when they realise they attracted the hunter to them.

he gives you headpats to calm you down—very very effective :)

he loves carrying you around in his arms, he rescues you like that too

he gets a heavy scolding when he gets hurt during matches he actually looks forward to them

he's unfamiliar with the feeling of someone treating him like he's glass but he loves it because it's you

he was elated to find out that he was your first everything, he wants to be your last

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

he doesn't exactly have a lot of experience but boy does he learn quickly

he's very gentle with you so unless you misbehave he won't be rough

he loves overstimulating his little brat :)

you're usually so rude but in bed it all just falls to pieces

he loves it when you beg for him

he teases you in matches, it's always so fun to see you crumble before his very eyes

he only ever wants to make you cry in bed

he loves shutting you up by making you suck on his fingers or his dick

you guys fuck like bunnies because you can't go a few days without being filled up by him

"Since you're always so damn mouthy, why don't you suck on my fingers instead" he crooned, massaging (Name)"s tongue as he continued to grind his hips into them. Muffled sobs left their mouth, eyes hazy and teary as they lay under Norton, body covered in hickeys and bite marks.

𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑

𝐒𝐅𝐖

this fucker could see right through you

you act so damn mean but guess what, he can see your ears turning red whenever he's near you

"What's up with that rescue? even Memory can do a better job than you!" (Name) hollered, heat crawling up their neck and ears as the mercenary approached them. Naib arched an eyebrow at them, rolling his eyes, "Maybe you should try learning how to kite the Clerk properly instead of yapping at me like a dog" he retorted, flicking their bright red ear.

he wanted to wait for you to confess but he ended up falling for you while waiting

how could someone be so damned cute and annoying at the same time?!

he sees you as a brat, he calls you brat too—well, he managed to call you brat on accident at first, he started calling you it because he liked your reactions

he confessed during a match, he pinned you to a wall when you passed by him.

"Naib, we have to decode you dumbass" they hiss out, attempting to push the mercenary away despite enjoying being so close to him. Naib tightened his grip on (Name)'s shoulder when they tried to push him off, leaning so their faces were inches apart. "Since it's taking you so damn long to fess up, I'll go first," he growled, "I have feelings for you brat, see? wasn't so hard now was it?" he snarled, eyes staring into theirs.

invites you to train with him just so you can spend more time with him

he loves giving you brief touches on your neck because you always shiver at the slightest touch that lands on your neck or your waist

he slaps your ass when he rescues you

he lets the hunters hit him sometimes just because he wants you to worry over him after the match

(Name) glares down a the mercenary as they wrap bandages around his torso. Naib swallows when their hands graze his abdomen, looking up and staring directly at their face. He smiles lopsidedly, noting how their cheeks flushed at the sight of his nude and wounded upper body.

secretly enjoys getting scolded by you whenever you tell him he's too reckless

between you and him, he thinks he can cook better but you always argue back with him about how you are the better cook

he lets you act like you're the better cook since he adores that stupid smile on your face

some of the new survivors thought you both were a married couple, naib never corrected them since you were both going to get married eventually

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

you are never topping this man

brat tamer, do i need to say more?

he often wonders if you do the things you do because you love getting punished by him

he likes spanking you—with consent, he doesn't actually like hurting you

overstim and edging are his favourite punishments

not experienced, you're actually his very first relationship, doesn't mean he won't learn quickly though

he actually will fuck you in matches if you test him enough

he once bent you over a window and railed you right then and there because you kept teasing him

he has way too much stamina

Naib bit down on the inside of your thigh, fingers still pumping in and out of them as they orgasmed for the umpteenth time. The mercenary smirked, standing up and sucking on his fingers. He groaned at your taste, lust swirling in his blue eyes as he stared down at your trembling figure.

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐅𝐖

thought you were an asshole but then he realised that you just had a hard time expressing what you really felt

amused to see you try to hide your concern behind a mean front

you were often mean to him and yet you were a very good friend, fucker actually fell in love with you without realising

Mike leaned against the crate, smiling at the sight of you chasing Axe Boy around in a game of tag. 'They'd be a good parent to our kids, wait, our?!?' Mike smile faltered when he realised, he had fallen for his bestfriend.

he's unaffected by how cold and mean you can come off as

you can't lie to him, he just sees through every single thing—it's as if he has a lie detector in his head

he's taught you how to make bombs before

"You add gunpowder and then voilà! we've got a nitro bomb!" he chimed, shaking the ball in front of their starry eyes. "Teach me more!" they uncharacteristically exclaim, eager to learn more from Mike.

you often leave his favourite dishes and treats in front of his door, he always knows it's from you since you're the only one aside from murro who knows what he likes

Mike smiles at the sight of a bag of cookies in front of his door. He shakes his head, "How cute" he says to no one in particular, picking up the bag and closing the door.

he gets scolded by you a lot. it's like the man has a damned death wish

he likes dragging you around to wherever he can be alone with you

he confessed when he asked you to meet him in the garden late at night to watch the stars

he performs tricks in front of you just to see you smile and giggle

he often collects small trinkets just to give them to you

he's short but he's ballsy as hell, he'll even go as far as to mess around with the hunters just to see your reaction

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

he loves the fact that he's the only one that sees you in such a state, crying and begging him for more

mike loves ruining you, making sure you can barely say anything at the very end of each session

he's way too fast, rarely goes slow

he loves making you sit on his face, he enjoys staring at your face while he makes a mess out of you

he doesn't like edging you but he does love overstimming the living crap out of you

Mike hummed into their sex, enjoying how they shivered and cried out due to the overstimulation. He parts from their dripping heat, bending them over the finished cipher machine and lining himself up to their entrance. "'m gonna go in now 'kay? we're on the last cipher so we gotta be quick" he whispers, plunging his cock into them.

you're gonna have to beg him to stop if you want him to stop forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you

he'll fuck you in public if he can, he wants everyone to know that you're his

he loves filling you to the brim with his cum

#lawless.writes #idv.writing #idv x reader #identity v #idv scenarios #gn reader #identity v x reader #identityv #idv mercenary #victor grantz #norton campbell #idv naib x reader #idv norton x reader #idv mike x reader #idv mike morton #idv victor x reader

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