#or like they dont know their password so the scream at us for not having that

[anotherpapercut]

sometimes people will ask me about working in a library and I have to find a gentle way to tell them they literally would not last a day working in a public library

[miley-citrus]

ꕤ Tell Me ꕤ

Pairing: Black Reader x Connie Springer

Word Count: 2.5k

CW(content warning): straight smut. (mention of drugs)

𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆

You loved him or well you believed you loved him. He was always on “business” trips to the point you never had time to love him. To show him how much you cared for him like no one ever cared for you.

I didn't know how it felt to be loved anymore. That's if Eren even loved you in the first place. That was until Connie came along. You loved him like a best friend. Or well you thought.

Eren was out of town for his weekly business trip. So you decided to hang out with his best friend Connie like you always did when he was away. Connie had some drops to do and said he could pick you up after he was done. But you insisted on coming with him anyways. Finishing freshening up you hear a car pull up outside your window. You look at your phone vibrate on the dresser.

Connie<33: outside mama 

You: comingg

You hurry and put your lip gloss on. Grabbing your phone and purse in the process. Making your way to the front door, closing it behind you. You start walking down the front porch stairs to his car. Standing outside the car door he greets you with a toothy smile. “Hi pretty” he cheeses. “Hi Con” you smile back. He immediately opens the door for you to get in. After closing your door he makes his way around to the driver's side. The smell of weed and cologne immediately hits your nose when you enter the car. 

“You ready to go pretty?” he says putting his seatbelt on. You turn to look at him making sure to check him out in the process. “I'm ready as long as I get to pick the music” you say. He laughs before answering “Yes of course you can pick the music. You have the best taste out of the two of us anyways” “Glad we established that” you say.

Grabbing his phone out of the cupholder you put in his password and click on your playlist. The first song to play is “Show me by Joey Bada$$”. Putting your freshly painted white toes on his dashboard, you sing along to the song. “Tell me how you loved before” Looking at you he smiles at you like you're the prettiest girl in the world. You look back at him and smile back with nothing but happiness in your eyes.

He loves seeing you smile since he's used to you being down all the time because his best friend-your boyfriend isn't showing you any attention. Finally arriving at the first “customer's” house he asks you to grab the duffel bag in the backseat. Taking your seatbelt off, you reach over to the backseat grabbing the bag. Connie getting a good look at your ass in the small denim shorts you were wearing in the process. 

Handing the bag to him he takes out a small clear bag filled with god knows what. Throwing the black duffel bag back in the backseat he tells you to stay in the car and then lock the door. “I'll be back just stay in the car” he says. You nod and do as he says.

He walks up to the house and knocks on the door. Some guy with long brown hair opens the door and lets him in. You decide to get on your phone until he comes out. Ten minutes pass by and walks out of the house dapping the guy up before walking back to the car. You unlock the door letting him back in. 

You ask him if you were going back to his place to watch a movie. “Yes if that's what you want mama” he smiles. Starting to drive to his place you turn the music back up. You scream along to the songs until you arrive at his house. He turns off the car and opens his door to run around and help you out of the car.

You look up at him and say “You know you dont have to keep opening and closing the door for me” He frowns before replying “Pretty girls deserve to be treated as princesses” You laugh and push him away walking up to the house.

He comes up behind you unlocking the door to let you inside. You immediately make your way to the kitchen opening the pantry door. You grab a bag of microwavable popcorn and put it in the microwave. “CONNIE” you yell. “Yes y/n” he replies

“Can you pick a movie to watch please” He stayed silent for a minute until he thought of one. “Transformers Revenge of the Fallen” You smile “Yea hoe I put you onto Transformers foreal” He laughs before replying “Watch your mouth..but yes you put me on y/n.” 

After getting the popcorn out of the microwave and grabbing some drinks. You both walk to go sit on the couch. Grabbing the remote he starts the movie. You get comfortable with your snack and recline with your legs laying over Connie.

He lays his arms on your legs. After a couple of minutes into the movie, he starts rubbing up and down your thighs. You dont think much of it because you're so into the movie. That's until he starts to rub higher close to the top of your shorts. Your breathing starts to speed up. “C-Connie” you whisper. “Yes pretty” he turns to you.

“You know we shouldn't be doing this right now. Eren is your best friend and my boyfriend” you mumble. “My “best friend” treats you like shit. Just let me show you how you're supposed to be treated.” You look down and fumble with your fingers until he lifts up your head with his finger.

“Please pretty?” he sighs. You give in with a small head nod. He continues rubbing up your thighs until he gets to your pussy. He rubs you through the outside of your shorts stimulating your clit. Feeling the pool of wetness start to form in your underwear you start to squirm around. 

Removing his hands away from your clit he looks up at you for permission to take off your shorts. You nod. Sliding the shorts he starts to trace the curves on your body. You move your legs off of him and crawl onto his lap. Taking his face into your hands you look him in the eyes.

“I’ve been waiting forever to be in this moment with you” he speaks. “So have I” you whisper. Moving your face closer to his your lips graze over his. This goes on for a while until he can't take it anymore. Crashing his lips upon yours his tongue made his way through your parted lips.

Gliding his hands from your hips he snakes his hands up to your throat. Lightly grasping it but enough to restrict some of your airflow. Continuing this heated kiss your body starts reacting to what's going on. Grinding your hips on his crotch you feel a bulge start to form under you. “fuck” he groans under his breath.

“You must've really been waiting for this the way your grinding against me” he speaks. You dont answer, mind to fogged up by the stimulation his dick is giving your clit through your thin panties. “Hm pretty? Answer me” he thrusts his hips up hitting a spot that makes you gasp. “F-fuck yes Connie” you cry.

Liking your reply he smiles and then begins kissing down your neck. Fixed on leaving noticeable marks for people to say. One of those people is Eren for sure. He didn't care how pissed Eren would get if he saw these marks. He wanted to show him that he could treat Y/n much better than he ever could.

Creeping his hand up to your chest he plays with your nipple through the thin skimpy fabric you call a shirt. Feeling you had no bra on he drops his head to your boobs. Wrapping his lips around your nipple he flicks it with his tongue. “ngh” you moan. A wet patch formed on his pants from all of the grinding you were doing. You were getting sick of the teasing. “Connie stop teasing me and just fuck me already. Please” you begged. 

Sympathizing for you he quickly picks you up and makes his way to his bedroom. Not missing a chance to strike your ass. “Ow,” you cry. Laying you on the bed he throws his wife beater off slinging it somewhere across the room. You begin taking off the rest of your clothes as he does the same. Catching a glimpse of his dick in the lowly dim room you start rubbing your legs together.

You thought he was big but not…this big.

Missing the touches he burned into your skin you pull him onto the bed. Opening your legs you allow him in between them. He lays in between your legs snaking his hand back to your aching cunt. You and him could both feel the slick forming around his fingers.

Lifting himself back up you could feel his mushroom tip press against your hole. Your wetness coating his dick in self-made lubricant. All you could think about right now was if he was going to fit or not. Eren had a good size just like Connie but he was much thicker. Girthy.  

He could feel your body tense up. “Relax mama, just let me take care of you” he speaks. You silently nod and relax your body as much as you could. Believing you were ready he pushed slowly inside you. “O-oh f-fuck” you moan. It was like the air had been knocked out of you. This wasn't your first time but it sure as hell felt like it.

You felt so full it was making your head foggy. He let you take a breath and get used to it before you told him it was okay to move. “You c-can move Connie” you breathe. Slowly rocking into you the pain starts to subdue. “F-faster” you say. Picking up the pace every quick snap of his hips has you clenching painfully around his dick. 

“Damn pretty, you get so tight for me” he groans. Wrapping your legs around his back to feel his thrusts get deeper. He lays a hand on your lower tummy and asks “You see how good I'm filling you up right now”

Tired of you not answering when he asks the first time he grips your neck to move your face closer to his. Still not missing a beat in thrusting up into your cunt. “Answer me when I'm talking to you mama” he demands. You immediately answer back not being able to take his hard thrusts. “Y-yes yes s-so good Con” you wail. 

Letting the grip on your neck go he lets you fall back down on the sheets. Lifting your legs up by your ears he thrusts even deeper into your cunt. It honestly seemed impossible for him to get even deeper than he was. “Oh.my.god. C-con” Your body really couldn't take it anymore. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably above your head.

Moving your hand towards his pelvis you try to push him away from you to stop his hard thrusts. “C-cant con. C-cant take a-anymore” you beg. He knew you could take it that's why he didn't care what you were crying about. He was determined to have you cream around his dick. 

“You can take it pretty. I know you can so move your hand.” he groans. You weren't listening to him at all. You were still scratching at his pelvis. “Y/n. Move your fucking hand before I move it for you.” Your mind was so mixed up at the moment. You didn't care what happened if you didn't move your hand. Grabbing your hand he moves it to the side. He slips out of your cunt flipping you onto your hands and knees. “Arch.” he says.

Oh, he was pissed and you didn't want to piss him off even more so you do as he says and arch. Feeling up on your ass he spreads you open trying to see the slick running out of your cunt. “You have the prettiest pussy you know that mama” he speaks. You groan trying to close your legs embarrassed about being so exposed. 

The cold draft in the room had your pussy clenching on nothing but air. “You told me you can't take it but your pussy is telling me something different” he smirks. Rubbing his tip up and down your slit he slips back inside of you. Both of you gasping at the feeling.

He immediately starts the same pace again. All that can be heard in the room is you and his groans and sounds of you and his mixed cum. “So fucking good” Connie groaned. You felt yourself starting to get close. You started matching his thrusts, clapping your ass against his thighs. 

Lifting your body up to his chest by the back of your neck he leans down to whisper in your ear. “Tell me how good I'm making you feel right now pretty” “s-so good Con” you gasp. “Could Eren fuck you this good? Make you cream around his dick like this? hm?” Connie asks. “N-No Connie” you reply. Delighted with your reply he lets your neck go. Falling back onto his soft cologned-filled sheets you continue clawing at them. Feeling you getting so close he snacks a hand over to your clit. Rubbing the nub in quick circles. 

This newly added feeling has you crying into the sheets. Juices dripped onto his palm and sheets. “ Come on pretty girl. Come around my dick” Speeding up the pace of his thrusts and clit has you and him both twitching. Groaning into the sheets you gasp “I’m cumming”

A couple more thrusts pressures you into making a mess on his dick and his sheets. “O-oh f-fuck con” “dont hold back pretty. Let it all out ” he says. That's exactly what you do. You wet up all of his abdomen with your juices. After tightening even harder around him it causes him to spill his seed inside you. 

Giving you a couple more thrusts to ride out your high he pulls out of you. Your body immediately collapses onto the sheets. At this time you're just trying to catch your breath and think about what just happened. Connie gets up from the bed and quickly runs to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean you up. Coming back to the bedroom he gently cleans you up trying his best not to make you uncomfortable. Your body is still shaking and twitching some but he can see you're thinking about something.

After cleaning both you and him up. He gets a blanket to cover you both up. “Just rest pretty, we can think and talk about what just happened in the morning. Ok?” he speaks. You reply with a small yes and snuggle up against him trying to sleep. Before falling asleep Connie makes one more comment. 

“Erens going to murder the both of us and hide our bodies” 

𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆

[kasaneteto]

things that have been on my mind recently:

1) i miss the posting format of twitter. well i guess not the posting so much as the following format. the posting aspect is not that different from tumblr i just miss having a private space to ramble, because tumblr is much more anyone-can-see-it. private instagrams arent the same. passworded blogs arent the same either cuz iirc those posts dont show up on your dash so thats more like screaming into a void. fuck you elon musk for taking away my safe space 🖕 it has been nice to talk more with people i wasn’t seeing on twitter tho. so im glad about that at least. its also VERY nice to not have a character limit

2) i use romantic relationships as a crutch in my life which is why theyve all turned out the way they have. or at least part of it. i need to have a relationship that moves slowly but ive never had that. every relationship ive ever had was like, jumping head first into the deep end. there was no build up or anything it was just “i like you” “i like you too” “okay we are dating now” and then i spend all day every day with that person until i get tired of them and the relationship. its fucked up!!!! i don’t want to be like that!!!! i have no idea when ill be ready for a new relationship but when i am i need to be pickier. i need to go for someone who’s exactly my type. because i also need to learn how to be independent and im still learning that. but once im independent enough to start dating again i need to wait for the perfect person to come into my life & then throw everything at them. (had a whole long thing describing my type here that i cut bc i dont want anyone to think im describing them and get weird in my dms. idk i attract desperate weirdos like flies so im being careful leave me alone) and who knows how long it will take to find someone like that! could take forever! anyways ive gone way off the rails here but the point im trying to make is that im perfectly content waiting for the perfect person to come into my life because i need to be focused on myself right now anyways.

3) i do very poorly with guilt & feeling like ive upset someone important to me. especially if the upset feels justified to me. my brain tends to rationalize my behavior for me by thinking things like “thats a weird thing to be upset by” or something when like. that doesn’t matter. maybe this is a normal thing to do but i wish guilt didnt consume me the way it does. even after ive apologized and the person has forgiven me im still so guilt ridden that it makes me depressed. its so weird. i don’t understand it at all. its something i gotta talk to my therapist abt. thats why im writing all of this down anyways is so ill remember what i wanna talk to her abt this week lol

[noodleblade]

lowkey manifesting more sg simpatico (you dont have to if you dont want to!)

oh anon, you don't know how deranged I am about this dumb dumb au. Thank you for the indulgence:3 AO3 Link

Again, disclaimer- haven't read shattered glass but these two aren't even really in it so who cares:) Enjoy!

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The notification rang across his HUD; a flashing, red alarm screaming across his processor. 

INTRUDER . 

The word was quarrelsome, the implication behind it more so. Someone had entered his lab, unauthorized. Agitation curled at the base of his neck, a quiet curiosity igniting in his chest. 

There were a few possibilities of who would be so thoroughly glitched in the processor to break into his laboratory and there was an idle worry that it could be Decepticon infiltrators. However, none of his intensive security measures had actually been triggered. The only notification received was that the doors had been opened with an old password that had been changed years ago; old information that Perceptor rigged to ping himself personally if used; old information only a servoful of mechs knew, almost all now offlined. 

It was after hours, the dead of the recharge cycle. The facility ran on a skeleton night crew while most mechs were deep in recharge. It was an odd coincidence Perceptor was still awake, one he dared not to read into. Awful, terrible hope fluttered in his spark as his processor brought images of bright yellow plating and calculating red optics.

It was a quick walk to his labs. A quiet one too, eerily so. Naturally, Perceptor thought of the worst, but in truth, most mechs stayed clear of his labs, lest he be in need of assistance and low on bodies. The isolation was desired nevertheless and certainly now as he arrived at the doors in a matter of a few kliks without running into a single person.

Any lingering thought of Decepticon forces breaking into his lab were cast aside as he stared at the key entry. Energon dripped from the housing, leaving a smudge of digits that had fumbled with the password. Worry quickly crushed any fleeting hope as Perceptor entered his lab, the energon on his digits too fresh, too warm.

His optics immediately landed on the mech curled up against the wall of his lab. Brainstorm was already difficult to miss, plating too bright and mind too wicked, but in the sterile, stillness of the lab, the jet’s trembling plating and blinding optics were impossible to miss.

“Took you long enough, Percy,” Brainstorm greeted. His words were soft and slurred, muffled against his own shoulder as his helm seemed unable to sit up right. “I’ve been waiting for ever . I think your security protocols need fine tuning unless you like midnight visitors.”

Perceptor did not run but he quickly marched to Brainstorm’s crumbled form and fell to his knees. His joints protested the harsh treatment but he paid them no mind as he reached for the mech before him. Too gentle then he had any right to be, Perceptor cupped Brainstorm’s helm, lifting it slightly to meet his gaze. His optics were blurred and foggy, unfocused. There was a faint recognition that glimmered in them as they met Perceptor’s. Brainstorm’s field weakly curled around them in a clingy, fondness as he nuzzled into Perceptor’s servo, engine vibrating in a mock of a purr. It did little to quell the nervous rage boiling beneath Perceptor’s plating. 

“Who’s energon is this?” Perceptor asked, words spoken through clenched denta.  “Yours or-?”

“Not mine,” Brainstorm hummed, words a little breathy as he spoke into Perceptor’s palm. The blast mask blocked any true contact yet Perceptor could still feel the ghost of each word through the vented air. “You should see the other guy. Actually…” 

Perceptor jumped as Brainstorm shook his wrist. The ever-present briefcase rattled against the stark white floors and left a stream of energon in its wake. Without removing his servo from holding Brainstorm’s helm, Perceptor unclasped the briefcase. 

“You are going to love me so much,” Brainstorm cooed, static hissing his words. “I won’t even need to ask for a kiss this time.”

His digits grazed glass, energon slick and sticky. His optics darted down to see the edges of a spark casing, the housing broken and leaking energon but thankfully not Brainstorm’s own. 

“Where…who?”

“You need a mitotic spark for your testing. I read your thesis. Brilliant as always. So, so brilliant.” Brainstorm was speaking directly into his servo but his hazy optics never broke contact with Perceptor’s. “You’re so perfect, Percy.”

Perceptor could only stare at the deranged mech. With no signs of actual injuries, his symptoms pointed more to very low fuel levels. He couldn’t be sure but Brainstorm didn’t seem to be in any actual pain. Just a little weak and punch drunk. Still, there was something beyond touching to have the mad jet working himself to such a state to please him, processor solely focused on Perceptor and Perceptor alone. It was a devotion that felt unearned but one he didn’t want to cast away. 

“Thank you, Brainstorm,” Perceptor murmured, abandoning the retrieved spark casing to fully cradle the other mech helm. “Good job.”

“Yeah?” Brainstorm asked, breathless and field awash with too much hope and yearning. 

“Yes.” Perceptor used his thumbs to rub comforting circles around his cheeks. “And now you need some rest.”

Brainstorm let out a petulant groan, pressing more into Perceptor’s servos. “Can’t we stay like this a bit longer? I never get to see you. You’ve been avoiding me.”

That wasn’t entirely untrue. Perceptor had been allowing distance to broach their relationship . Being too fond, too soft didn’t allow one to last long term in the Autobot ranks. It left a mech too exposed, too vulnerable. Brainstorm made Perceptor feel this way, as if every thought, every feeling the mech before him could pull out with an ease he shouldn’t have. 

It was why he had blocked Brainstorm’s persistent comms, why he remained locked in his lab and his work. A forced isolation, not that anyone had really noticed. If anything, that was his normal. His clandestine meetings with Brainstorm would be more cause for concern and while they had yet to be noticed, Perceptor didn’t know how long those would truly be kept a secret. 

Evidently, his avoidance had turned to negligence. A misstep on his part. He may like his test subjects lifeless and cold, but the very notion of Brainstorm’s twisted mind going quiet was sickening. Perhaps this was softness that demanded Perceptor retract his avoidance measures, perhaps it was inexplicable fondness that made him disregard any further actions of separation. 

A smile threatened to broach his faceplates as possessiveness and adoration bloomed in his spark. Perceptor found he almost didn’t mind. “I was thinking we could go back to my habsuite. Together.”

Brainstorm snapped his helm up, optics wide and glassy. “Really?” he whispered in total awe. “Like, really, really?”

Perceptor hummed. “I’m not one to mince words. Now, come on.” 

Without waiting, Perceptor wrangled Brainstorm into his arms, mindful of his wings as they pressed flat against his back. A small squeak came from the jet’s intake but once stable in Perceptor’s arms, his engine purred happily.

The walk to his hab was a quiet one, his steps echoing in the darkness. Perceptor was grateful once more for the isolation. A reunion such as this should be done alone.

“Are you going to unblock my commlink?” Brainstorm’s voice was soft and sleepy, the words slurring together. The exvents were almost ticklish against his neck cables.

“No,” Perceptor whispered. He ducked his helm to speak quietly into his audials. “That would defeat the fun for you. I expect you’ll figure out a way back into my comms soon enough.”

“Mmmm, I do love a challenge, Percy.” Brainstorm’s optics were dim, his engine humming quietly as he teetered on the precipice of recharge. Black servos curled against the acrylic plate on Perceptor’s chassis. “I love you.”

“I know.” Perceptor swallowed the words that were trying to push up his intake, words he felt less and less resistant to say back. 

[caruliaa]

🎵 for imector my beloved heteros <3🥺

SCREAMING no bc like. basically for reasons i dont have the time to get into now i lost my old spotify account from when i was really into coco and had a playlist for them BUT i was still able to find the playlist again becuase you know scratch? (if you dont its a website with the tools to code (pretty simple in most cases) projects and share them online, often used by schools to teach basic code in ict classes) basically 13 yr old me had downloaded the songs on that playlist using a youtube to mp3 convertor and made a private scratch project that just played the songs in order so i could listen to the playlist on the school computers because spotify and most other music playing sites were blocked on them but they couldnt block scratch because it was used in our ict lessons and a few months ago i remembered it and with some guessing for my old password got back into my scratch account and saved the songs on it as a playlist on my spotify

anyway that was a longwinded explanation DFHFGH sorry your question just reminded me of something, for sitting through it i will give you three songs from that playlist: Just Give Me A Reason by p!nk, Hey There Delilah by the plain white tees, and tightrope from the stupid ass showman (<- thats not what its called but im going to keep calling that movie by the wrong name from now on bc its funny)

[tc-mani]

longass post

I DONT CARE THAT IM LATE, i will do this bc i can

june tcc challenge by @sweet-but-stoned-tcc

1. Do you and your TC have any hobbies or interests in common? If so, do you talk about them together often?

ohh i wish, i mean, he seems like he cares about politics, and is okay with lgbt 😳 so that's very pog of him. he probably loves dogs (also looks like one) and he cares for bees 🥺 literally how more wholesome can a man get?

2. Does your TC ever talk about their childhood/teenage years? If yes, what were they like and what sort of childhood did they have?

i just know that in that time there were some political problems in our country, and i think that's why now he cares about justice. other than that, i'd have to guess, but i think he might have been a very quiet kid, it's visible that he's trying his best to be assertive sooo i think in the past he wasn't. OKAY NONO no analysis here just a wholesome little post no therapy

3. If you could choose one from the following from your TC, what would you choose? An hour alone with them to chat about what you want, a hug, a present, a handwritten note or then complimenting you in front of the class?

100% i'd choose a hug.

4. Do you think you’ll buy them a leaving gift? If so, what are you thinking of getting them?

i WANTED TO AAAA DONT REMIND ME i want but it's way too specific i dont wanna expose myself on tumblr 😰 also i wanted to give him flowers bc yes. bc who cares about gender roles. FLOWERS FOR M!!!!!

5. When and where did you first meet them?

hmmmm i wonder where... oh in class. yea. two years ago

6. What was your first impression of them?

i remember thinking yes, finally ill actually learn something, good teacher

then he was like a kind dad, he never yells, he helps everyone

now hes like a kind dadd- NO

7. Do they give out much homework in their classes? What type of homework do they commonly give out?

he gives us lots of assignments, but he never sets a deadline. which results in: no one ever doing those assignments. not even me lmao

but i actually enjoy doing hw for him sometimes :))) i mean ... for me. my future. yes. ofc.

it's usually not difficult, but this one time i asked him about one assignment, and he basically just read the task to me and did nothing to explain it further ʘ‿ʘ i was screaming inside my head. but he's cute tho 😁😊😁😊😁😊😁😊

8. Do they talk a lot in their classes or do they do more activities?

M talks a lot. which is absolutely amazing, because i can listen to his voice the whole lesson and remember his every single word 😵‍💫 and get good grades. and be the best student. and.. wait what was the que.. ohh.. yeah he talks and even tells stories about himself. i fucking love it, everyone else is asleep but it's so interesting to me O///_///O

9. What’s their funniest moment this far?

he's in general a very funny person because of one thing: DAD JOKES

also he's a god in being sarcastic, he literally threatens you with the biggest kindest smile on his face.

this one time a girl didn't wanna be examined, cause she didn't know anything. and he said "even bad grades aren't for free."

(she actually got a good grade)

10. What’s their cutest moment so far?

everything he does is a fucking cute moment

...alright so this one time M gave me a bad grade accidentally and then corrected himself, and he was so embarrassed about it, literally VISIBLY BLUSHING. cutest thing ever. also once i needed to talk to him and he was typing his password. he looked up at me with puppy eyes and slowly deleted the password..... which was literally just ••••• but okay i guess

alright that's enough for today!!!!

im gonna go uhh do normal people stuff now

[cluster-fandom]

Not the day for this

Atsumu, Oikawa, and Noya prank their S/O on a bad day

Warnings: Swearing, food/eating || hospital mention, knife mention, stitches mention, and getting a cut in Noya’s (nothing descriptive just the words themselves)

A/N: This is my first time writing for multiple characters! I enjoyed this a lot 

I was heavily inspired by @kybabi​ !! Go check them out if you haven’t before :)

Atsumu

• Today was not your day at all

• You had failed a test and got in an argument with your best friend

• So all you really wanted to do was come home to your boyfriend and relax

• Unfortunately Atsumu was not aware of how your day had been going

• You both liked to poke fun at each other and this time Atsumu had planned what he thought was an amazing prank

• He couldn’t wait for you to get home

You were driving home from university to your shared apartment with Atsumu. Between the frustration of scoring low a test you had studied so hard for and getting into a dumb fight with one of your best friends, you were ready to snap. The heat didn’t help anything either. At the very least you got to come home to Atsumu. The thought of being wrapped up in your boyfriends arms had kept you from lashing out at anyone that came in contact with you.

You two had been together for over a year and while he could be insufferable at times, you adored him. He was always making you laugh through his ridiculousness, and you were the same. But your favorite memories were when he looked at you with that lopsided grin and said that he loved you.

As you walked up to your front door you noticed it was slightly open.

‘Did Atsumu forget to close the door?’ You briefly wonder before going inside where it was cool.

“Ats-OH MY GOD!”

You were drenched in ice water and the bucket that had been sitting on the door clanked to the floor.

“HEY BABE I THOUGHT YOU COULD USE SOME COOLING OFF!” Atsumu grinned, finding his prank hilarious.

“FUCKING HELL ATSUMU THIS WAS NOT WHAT I NEEDED TODAY!” You yell as you shake your arms of water.

You shove past him towards the bathroom where you could get a towel and hairdryer.

“Wait wait wait! It was just a joke I’m sorry!” He’s fumbling over his words in confusion.

He follows you into the bathroom where you were shoving things out of the way to get your hairdryer out of the cabinet.

“Babe- I’m sorry I didn’t know you’d be mad!” He whines.

You ignore him as you try to (unsuccessfully) untangle the cord of your hairdryer.

“God-dammit-“ you mumble as you only end up getting it more tangled.

“Do you want me to hel-“

“NO ATSUMU IVE GOT IT!” You snap at him.

“Why are you so mad?” He’s genuinely confused. You’ve never been this mad at a prank before?? And this wasn’t even the worst one he’s done-

“I DONT KNOW MAYBE ITS BECAUSE IM DRENCHED AND FREEZING FUCKING COLD? JUST- LEAVE ME ALONE RIGHT NOW!” You’re just done with everything and Atsumu can clearly tell he’s not making anything better at the moment so he retreats to the living room.

After you’ve dried your hair and changed into some dry clothes you went to you and Atsumu’s shared bedroom.

You were scrolling on your phone when there was a knock at the door.

Atsumu cautiously stepped into the room.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

You sighed and set your phone aside.

When you nodded, Atsumu sat on the bed in front of you.

“I’m sorry I upset you. The prank wasn’t funny,” he looked at you with guilty eyes.

“I’m not mad about the prank. I’ve just had a really bad day and it all piled up and I took it out on you. I shouldn’t have yelled, I’m sorry.”

You explained the events of your day and how you had wanted some quality time with him, and instead you had gotten an ice bath.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I never wanted to make you feel so bad. Let me make it up to you?” He pleaded. He gave you his biggest puppy dog eyes. (🥺)

Your heart melted and of course you said yes.

He perked up immediately, rushing out of the room. He came back with an armful of snacks and settled in next to you. He switched on your favorite movie and pulled you onto his lap.

“I love you so, so much baby,” he whispered into your hair. He leaned down to press a kiss into your cheek.

“And I love you,” you whispered back.

Oikawa

• You knew that with dating Oikawa, people would be jealous

• But his fangirls could get really bad sometimes

• Today they had been following you around saying how you weren’t pretty enough, smart enough for him

• It had gotten to you a little bit

• So you were ready to be home with your boyfriend away from others eyes

• Oikawa had no clue of this though and had devised, in his mind, a brilliant prank to get a rise out of you once you got home

You were finally home to your apartment with Oikawa. He had been on his phone when you walked in and greeted you with his signature grin. After a tight hug, he said he needed to go grab something in the bedroom.

You settled down on the couch letting your body relax on the plush cushions.

*bzzt bzzt*

You looked to see that Oikawa had left his phone behind. You were about to go back to resting, until you registered the name of the sender.

You bolted upright and grabbed the phone, hoping you had read it wrong.

#1 Fangirl 😉

You and Oikawa had been together for a year and you trusted him with your entire being. But seeing that name made fear pool in your stomach.

You didn’t dare to unlock his phone, despite knowing his password, for fear of what you might find.

Your thoughts were running a mile a minute as you entered your bedroom where Oikawa was in the closet.

Was there someone else? He wouldn’t do that to you right? He seemed so happy with you. He had never said he wasn’t satisfied with anything at all. Nothing had changed recently, so was something going on the whole time? Were his fangirls right?

That last question scared you the most.

“Love?” You called out.

Oikawa had a devilish smirk on his face. He knew that you would have seen the texts by now. He had come up with the prank a few days ago and was excited for you to get smart with him and call out the obvious.

“Yes?” He called back, not looking to you.

“Who’s number one fangirl?” You said, voice shaking. You didn’t know when your vision had started going blurry.

At the sound of your shaky voice, your boyfriend whipped around, eyes wide.

“Oh Angel, it’s nobody, it was all a prank I swear,” he pulled you to his chest, “I asked Iwa-Chan to help me, that’s who’s actually sending the texts.”

“S-so you’re not cheating on me?” You hiccup slightly and Oikawa’s heart aches he wipes away a stray tear. He mentally slaps himself for making you insecure.

“Never. I would never leave you for some other girl who just wants me for my looks. You love me for who I am and I am so, so grateful to have you,” he holds you tighter to him.

Once you’ve collected yourself, you tell him about all the things that had been said to you and how it had made you doubt if you were good enough for him. He quietly listened to you talk, holding you the entire time until you were finished.

He gently lifted your face up to meet his eyes. You noticed how his jaw was clenched and his lips were pressed in a thin line.

“Y/N. I am so sorry that those people made you feel unworthy. I promise, you are more than I could have ever asked for. They won’t bother you again ok?” His voice was low, but still as gentle as ever. His eyes softened as he looked at you. He let his muscles relax and gave you a small smile.

Your heart felt full as you nodded.

“Okay, now why don’t we go to the couch and cuddle for a while. Let me show you how much I love you,” he gave your forehead a light kiss.

You smiled up at him.

“I love you Tōru.”

“I love you more, Angel.”

Nishinoya

• You were one inconvenience away from exploding

• You worked the customer service center at your malls department store (it hadn’t been your first choice but you needed money) and you had already had to deal with two Karens this morning

• The second one actually made your manager come down, who wasn’t happy about that

• So now you were at risk of losing your job

• Thankfully though you finally got to go on your lunch break

• You were excited because your boyfriend had time to spend it with you today

• You needed the pick me up and Noya’s naturally energetic personality never failed to do so

• Unfortunately, Nishinoya decided that today was the perfect day to execute his genius prank

You growled in annoyance as your keys got momentarily stuck in the lock to your apartment.

You had been yelled at three times today already. By two entitled middle aged women who wouldn’t listen to you no matter how many times you gave an explanation to them, and then by your manager who told you off for making him get involved with your “nonsense.”

You had been hanging on to your last shred of self control to not start screaming at your boss.

But you were home now and were more than ready to have a nice lunch with your boyfriend.

“Y/N! YOU’RE HOME!” You stumbled back as you were tackled in a hug.

“I made you lunch!” Noya grinned as he released you from his hold.

You giggled as he grabbed your hand to lead you to the kitchen.

Now, you loved Noya, but his cooking was, well, not edible sometimes. But he seemed to have gone pretty safe this time around.

There were two bowls of ramen with bread rolls on the side.

“Looks like someone was busy,” you tease. He rolls his eyes and motions for you to eat.

You were listening to Noya talk about his morning while you ate.

“And then I-“

“AH! HOT! HOT! HOT!” You were panting. The noodles were spicier than you could handle. You took a bite of the bread and nearly puked.

“Is- IS THAT MAYONNAISE?!?” You cough trying to get the awful tastes out your mouth. You rush to the fridge and down a glass of milk.

“Yū what the fuck?!” You say after catching your breath.

“What? I thought you said you wanted to expand your palette,” he’s wearing a smug grin.

You huff and get your things together to leave.

“Wait- don’t go!” He’s scrambling to catch up to you.

“I can’t do this today. I’ll see you after my shift,” you slam the door behind you as you leave.

You picked up a quick meal from the food court and find an empty table to eat at.

You had turned your phone off, not wanting to hear your notifications go off. The rest of your shift was uneventful thankfully, but you were still beyond irritated.

It was twenty minutes until the end of your shift when you turn your phone back on. You had about a dozen texts from Yū, which you were expecting, but you had a missed call from Tanaka from five minutes ago.

Confused, you called back.

“Hello?”

“Y/N! Uh, so you see, Noya he- well he was trying to make something up to you? Anyways, he called me over to your place and I was helping him cook and he may have accidentally, umm, cut his finger pretty bad.”

“What?! Tanaka where are you right now?” You were already gathering your things and writing a note to your boss explaining your leave.

“The hospital,” he replied.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” you rushed to your car.

You may have been driving way a little past the speed limit, but you were at the hospital in record time.

Thanks to the lady at the front desk, you found Yū quickly. You thanked Tanaka as he left the room, not wanting to stand around awkwardly.

“Yū! Are you okay? What were you even doing with a knife! Here let me see,” you grabbed his hand and looked it over.

His pointer and middle finger had been wrapped up in bandages, but the rest of his hand looked fine.

“They didn’t need stitches,” he said bashfully.

“Hmph you’re lucky,” you mumbled, “but why would you need to use a knife?” You searched his face. He looked away, hand rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“I was trying to make you a nice dinner. I wanted to make it up to you for lunch,” he was uncharacteristically quiet.

You gently turned his face towards you, giving him a quick kiss. His face turned bright red and he sputtered incoherently for a minute.

“I’m sorry for what I said. I was having a pretty bad morning and getting my tongue burnt off didn’t help. You’re still an amazing boyfriend though and I still love you,” you intertwined your hands with his and gave it a gentle squeeze. He smiled and leaned to touch his forehead to yours

“Does that mean we can have spicy ramen for dinner then?” He asked.

“Don’t push it.”

I hope you enjoyed! Any feedback is highly appreciated!

*I do not own Haikyuu!! or the characters only the story*

*Do not repost anywhere, all credits to me*

[skzfairies]

chaotic greetings

pairings: yuri x yuqi + ateez

time: november 2019

summary: yuri tries to introduce yuqi to all of her members, but some chaos goes down in the process.

yuri ran out into the living room, loudly screaming when she about slipped because her socks, causing the members who were in the room to look at her questionably. why was she yelling and screaming? they rarely saw yuri outside of her room when she was home, she was always in a bed, either sleeping or playing on her phone. it was so rare to see this much energy out of her.

“dont worry i’m okay. thanks for asking.” yuri commented, snickering when all of the boys groaned.

“why are you so excited, did you miss us that much?” yeosang asked, raising his eyebrow, teasing his dear member.

“no, i didn’t miss you stinky asses at all. i’m actually leaving you, sorry.” yuri laughed, and walked over to the door to put her shoes on.she could hear members gasp and grumble at her comment.

“where are you going at this hour? does manager know your leaving?” seonghwa nagged, walking up to her and leaving the t.v.

“yeah, both of them know actually. and i’m going out for a walk with yuqi.” seonghwa’s mouth formed into an “o” and she heard wooyoung scream from the living room.

“that’s why your so excited! you get to see your precious yuqi awhhh, couldn’t get enough of her a few weeks ago could you?” wooyoung teased, laughing obnoxiously when yuri groaned. seonghwa covered his mouth to keep himself from laughing, he knew yuri would hit him. he didn’t want to risk it.

“why don’t you come here and meet yuqi since you tease me everytime i go out with her.” yuri complained, she just wanted to go out in peace, but she saw that was impossible in this house.

all of the members got up and ran to the door, lining up infront of it, what did she just do....

“you guys.... i just was just kidding.” yuri huffed. this should be fun.

“i know, but i wanna see “pretty girl yuqi”. you need a better contact name for her.” jongho said, giving the girl a teasing look, when did he go through her phone....and why?

“when did you- you know what. i don’t wanna know. stop being nosy i swear to god. i need to change my password to my phone, there’s no privacy with you devils.” yuri huffed and reached for her phone, waiting for yuqi to text her that she arrived.

“now, please don’t embarss me. just, say hi, and we’ll go.” yuri pleaded, although she knew her members would probably not listen to her, she hoped her puppy eyes at least made them tone it down a bit.

“when have we ever embarrassed you, yuri?” hongjoong cooed, laughing at yuri inhaling and curling her hands into fist. she was thinking about the multiple times where ateez embarssed her, there was so many she couldn’t even remember them.

she heard her phone ding and opened the door, trying to quickly leave when yunho pulled her back and seonghwa opened the door further, and a confused yuqi in all black clothes appeared.

“did you know yuri almost killed her self trying to get to the door?” wooyoung yelled, and yuri quickly ran towards him and covered his mouth. she turned to yuqi and gave a tired smile and said, “they uh, they wanted to say hi. but someone here, wants to act like a complete idiot.” yuri grumbled and hit wooyoung’s forehead and walking back to yuqi.

“so, that’s hongjoong oppa, yunho, san, wooyoung, yeosang, mingi, jongho, and the man by the door is seonghwa oppa.” yuri sighed, pointing at each memeber.

“nice to meet you all!” yuqi said, and bowed, the rest of the members bowed back.

“oh crap, yuqi i’ll be right back, i need to get my mask. actually, do you want to come with me?” yuri said, looking at yuqi. she wasn’t sure what would happen if she left yuqi alone, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to risk it.

“no it’s alright! go get it!”

“what do you think we are going to do? kill her?” san asked, gasping when he heard yuri talking to yuqi.

“that’s exactly what you would do.” yuri sighed, and ran to her room.

she quickly grabbed her mask, and ran back to the room. she found san and wooyoung biting each other’s shoulders, yuqi looking at something hongjoong was showing her on his phone, and seonghwa trying to get mingi to put down their old photo book. yuri quickly ran over to see what yuqi was looking at, and quickly pushed hongjoong away when she saw he was showing yuqi photos of her being very embarrassing.

“why would you show her these!” yuri complained, while hongjoong and yuqi just laughed.

“you are so cute yuri!” yuqi said between her laughs, and yuri just groaned. she should have never said anything about this.

she screamed when she felt someone biting her shoulder, and pushing them off.

“wooyoung stop biting me!” yuri cried, and everyone, including yuqi, laughed as mingi was showing all of them pre debut pictures of yuri.

yuri quickly grabbed yuqi’s hand and rushed both of them out the door, yelling a quick “bye”, causing all the members to laugh.

“is it just me or do they seem like they are much more than “just friends”” wooyoung asked, looking around the room at the members. all the members shrugged and shook their head, and went back to their room.

there was definitely something going on, and wooyoung was determined to figure out what it was.

[leerongrong]

[1:59] the need to throw your phone across the room grows every second best friend!jaemin doesn’t reply to your messages, the last message you sent was 30 minutes ago and he still hasn’t replied. you figure his phone’s notification must be broken from the amount of date outfit photos you sent, now you're starting to regret trusting his gut to choose the outfit picnic date!jisung would like the most.

the day has been perfect, blue clouds and warm weather to accommodate the date jisung asked you out on just a week ago. said boy had planned the day out for weeks, only gathering enough courage to ask you the week prior. he had shyly reminded you again of your date yesterday, to bring some dessert and to meet him at the river. you’d asked him whether you needed to dress nicely or not and his answer was, “you always look pretty no matter what you wear.” with a heavy blush on his cheeks that made you blush too.

you had finished your hair and makeup roughly an hour ago and you’ve planned on either wearing a dress or a skirt, both options seemed uncomfortable as you'll be sitting down the whole time and you'll dread washing the grass stains but you still feel the need to impress your date.

“finally!” jaemin’s specially saved ringtone played on your phone, the melody very catchy and you'd found out it was one of his songs, you pressed the accept button immediately. “nana, i’m gonna be late!”

“i know, i know,” he gushes, "i just finished lecturing jisung- he wanted to wear a hoodie on your date! can you believe it?”

“na jaemin, i will literally spread your netflix password if you don't pick from one of the photos right now.”

“wear the skirt. jisung likes skirts.”

the adrenaline’s still running high in your system the moment you arrive. the river is tranquil with not many people there, just a few sitting on benches and some cycling near the park. the river is flowing smoothly as it should, with countless trees planted around it in purpose of giving shade from the sunlight and under one of them, you spot jisung.

the boy’s laid out on an open mat and while he is facing the other way, you can clearly see him twiddling with his fingers and you giggle, glad that you’re not the only one nervous for this date. you walk slowly onto the grass, hands on your skirt so that it doesn’t go flying when the wind blows. you see a picnic basket in front of jisung, multiple types of food surrounding him and a stereo speaker on his lap.

“hi.”  jisung’s head snaps up at the moment your voice hits his ears, getting up quickly on his feet to greet you with his own smile. “hey.”

you’re changing positions ever so often the moment you plop down while music plays for the both of you, the melody sweet and gentle as you try to eat in peace, conversation and banter flowing like the river in your view. jisung’s hands are twitching and you wonder if he’s uncomfortable with your endless moving. “do you want to use my hoodie?”

“what?”

“you look uncomfortable in you skirt.” his cheeks are pink and he avoids eye contact while rummaging his backpack, hands popping back into view along with a gray hoodie. “i thought it’d be helpful.”

“thank you, sung.” your plates are placed on the ground while you reach out to take his hoodie, both of your hands brushing for a moment and you blush at the contact. you’re quick to hide your face as you pretend to busy yourself with putting his hoodie on your lap while he’s quick to avert his gaze to the laptop in his backpack.

multiple people pass along the both of you while you eat dessert, kids jogging around and playing soccer while you two watch the clouds move along, sometimes pointing out their shape and what they reminded you of, sometimes even laughing at the shapes jisung comes up with.

“you want to watch a movie?”

the two of you sit side by side, a comfortable distance in between while jisung sets up his laptop and opens netflix to watch a movie. while the movie’s duration shortens, so does the distance between you and jisung, the two of you shoulder to shoulder when the movie hits halfway and it takes everything in you to rest your head on his shoulder, heart beating faster while you wait for his reaction.

jisung is quiet for some time, his body going stiff after you laid your head down. the boy trying to take deep breaths as discreetly as possible. ‘she smells like strawberries and vanilla.’ jisung takes one deep breath, almost coughing when he hears you take one too. ‘come on, jisung. be a man, be a man.’

your heart jumps out of your chest when you feel fingers intertwine with yours. you'd imagine what holding his hand would be like before, only now experiencing how big his hands are and how they're slightly calloused and you feel shy to think about how his slim fingers fit perfectly intertwined between yours, the smooth texture of his palm underneath yours.

the rest of the date goes smoothly, both of you silent as he slowly walks you to the front door of your house. the night air is fresh and cold, slightly nipping at your skin under jisung’s hoodie. he's looking down at his feet the moment you reach the door, your hands ready to push it open and go inside to scream into your pillow. “i had a great time.”

“i- yeah- me too. i had a great time too.” his smile is flustered, cheeks pushed up as he smiles bigger at you. you see him slowly raise his hand to wave as he turns to walk back home. “good night.”

you're bitting the inside of your cheek, eyes trailing after his figure and you cup your hands to your mouth to scream out. "jisung, wait!"

your feet have never moved this fast in your life, you scramble down the side walk to meet him halfway, stopping yourself before you crash into him. under the streetlamp, you decide jisung looks more ethereal anyone else ever would, the thought of seeing him again soon filling your tummy with butterflies. you raise yourself on tiptoes, planting a kiss onto his cheek and making a mad dash back to your front door. you push the door open and wave at him, giggling when you see his tomato like red face. "let's do this again soon, yeah? walk back safe, good night sungie."

the door clicks shut as you slide down the wooden surface, heart beating so fast you press your palm on it, hoping to calm it down. your cheeks hurt from smiling so wide and you're not sure how long you’ve stayed in that position until multiple dings from your phone snaps you out.

[20:01] nana🐰

how was your date?

[20:16]  nana🐰

jisung just came in looking like a tomato

[20:17] nana🐰

why does he look like this???

[20:17] nana🐰

hellooo????

[20:18] nana🐰

oohhh you kissed him! and asked for another date!!

[20:18] nana🐰

he looks like a love struck fool

[20:19] nana🐰

p.s jisung's going around like an idiot looking for his hoodie. its with you right?

[20:20] nana🐰

p.s.s jisung just realized its with you & says you can keep his hoodie. he said, i quote, “hyung it looked better on her than it ever did on me.”

[20:22] nana🐰

heheh jisung says your hair smells like strawberries and he likes it

[20:25] sungiiiee <3

please don’t read hyung’s messages!

[20:26] sungiiiee <3

i had a really good time...

[20:36] sungiiiee <3

i'll call you tomorrow, goodnight♡

[20:37] hyuck 🤡

he’s smiling so hard at his phone i’m scared his face’ll fall off.

[20:37] hyuck 🤡

it took him a whole ten minutes just to send a heart. love sick idiot.

[20:34] nana🐰

i hope he makes you happy as much as you do him. it makes me happy seeing him like this. tell me about the date tomorrow, now get some rest okay? good night.

[20:37] to: sungiiie <3

too late for that sksksk. your hoodie looks good on me huh?😳 good night sungie♡

[20:38] to: nana🐰

dont worry nana, he made me smile like no one ever did... good night.

[avengersapology-vid]

Avengers: College Edition

Steve: Criminal Justice and Studio Art double major. He doesn't want to torture himself with anything difficult and still wants to study what he loves. He is still an over achiever though. Highkey hates frat parties, saw someone twerking upside down and almost cried but stayed because hes the designated driver (responsible KING). prefers small get togethers with his friends. Roommates with sam and bucky!! Joins Criminal Justice club, jokingly rivals with Engineering (Tonys Club) Everyone on campus loves him including the professors, wins Homecoming king and is very happy. Sam jokingly asks to be his queen, Bucky butts in and says "NO, im his queen". Can be found in the library or art studio, usually with ink or pencil markings on his hands.

Tony: Obvi an engineering KING has physics as a minor. procrastinates to the max "No Bruce I have everything under control" *crams for 46 hours straight on a constant IV drip of Redbull and coffee* Super smart and helps draw the blueprint for the new engineering building. Roomies with Bruce! Tony was in a frat for a bit his freshmen year but hated it and wanted real friends (Throws better parties anyway) met Bruce and all the other avengers during a 1301 intro class. Pulls women like no tomorrow. On the presidents list every semester and tutors math for free on the side. He is basically the Dad in STEM. Tries hitting on Natasha but she is just like :/ nah, when her and bruce start dating tony is surprised because bruce is his "quiet little cinnamon roll." Tony constantly teases bruce and is like "yall fuckin (;" Steve butts in "tONY PLZ I JUST WANT TO WATCH THIS MOVIE" Bruce is thankful for steves intervention. You know how he rivals Steves Criminal Justice club? He butts heads with Business Clubs leader (Pepper) until everyone catches them together at a party. Has a caffeine addiction. Works out with Thor and Bucky one day in the rec and almost dies.

Bruce: Physics and Engineering double major (Hardworking KING) In math club with Vision and Wanda. He loves being roomies with Tony because it helps him out of his shell. Likes to draw with Steve sometimes and enjoys the quiet. Doesn't procrastinate and gets things done in a timely manor. 4.0 icon we all strive to be. Him and Nat already know each other, but bond and get a lot closer while studying in the library and they eventually start dating. He takes her coffee when she works across campus and is always almost late to class because of that (He doesn't care though bc thats his BABY) "Um.. Bruce your class is in 5 minutes" "Okay and?.....Wait I have an ex-" *Sprints to his building* Takes boxing at night with Thor, Bucky, Sam and Steve!!! Loves sparring with Thor and can surprisingly take the big buy on pretty well. Gets his butt kicked by Natasha in a MMA class though.

Natasha: Majors in Criminal Justice and Minors in Psychology. Ballet club AND MOCK TRIAL!! Has a Job at the Criminal Justice Deans office and takes MMA classes on the side. She is on Mock Trial with Loki and they actually get along quiet well once they stop butting heads about the case. Introduces Sam and Wanda to dance and they have so much fun. Coffee dates with Bruce!! Her and Steve become RAs in the following years and are the coolest RAs you know. Prefers night classes, Bruce walks her to all of them. Psychology classes are her favorite and really wants to help children one day. Volunteers at a daycare during breaks. Sis can really out drink Tony and Thor. Puts Wanda under her wing and helps her with fafsa and what not. Her and Bucky get the Russian language credit by simply testing out. Has her sh!t together and while she has a lot on her plate she can take it. She is really the Mom of the group. Can be found dancing or with Bruce. Her and Clint are icons in psychology classes.

Clint: Deaf Studies with education minor! (we stan deaf clint in the comics) In the Archery club and wins nationals for the Uni. Loves to draw with Steve. Helps Bruce ask Natasha out! PRANK ICON! loves to do prank wars with tony, bucky, loki and sam. Was in the same frat with Tony but hated it as well. While he seems to have a more reserved demeanor he is still the life of the party. (Like he knows people at the clubs ya know?) Can get in anywhere and helps everyone rent out a club for the night in celebration of midterms being over. Loves reading in the library and loves morning classes and being productive early in the day. Cracks Tonys netflix and hulu passwords (no tony... tonyr0cks69 is not good enough) Wants to teach at a school for the Deaf. Bruce sets him up with a girl from engineering and that is his future wife.

Thor: Physical Education major and Communications minor! Here on a football scholarship and is in a frat (not the asshole one tony was in) and is a partying ICON. Tries to get Loki to party but Loki just wants to drink wine with the cat he snuck into his dorm. Learns Sign from Clint to prepare for his career in education. Loves working out with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Takes up boxing during football off season and spars with Bruce. Despite being everyones fav himbo he gets really good grades and is a very good writer. Loki dorms across the hall from him. Thor actually rooms with Peter. Peter is the freshman baby and Thor takes peter under his wing and introduces him to everyone and helps him with college stuff in general. Also hooks him up with MJ and brings him to the occasional boxing session. Has a loud booming laughter you can hear in all floors of the library when he sees a funny meme. One time he actually makes a very good point and notices a flaw in one of Tony and Bruces projects leaves everyone stunned. Picks on Loki in big brother fashion. Unironically calls weed the devils lettuce.

Loki: Pre-Law and Criminal Justice. LOVES to argue. (Devils advocate ass) In Mock Trial and Criminal Justice Club. Tony jokingly calls him steves sexy secretary in CJ club. Loves Mock Trial and is the president with Nat as his right hand woman. Sneaks a cat he found at the shelter into his dorm and names it muffin. Stays in the Library writing or going over cases. The one time he was taking Natasha a copy of the Mock Trial case packet and caught her and bruce smooching. (He screeched) "Haha funny joke yall heres the case packet BYE." He automatically texts the group chat "i think nAT AND BRUCE HAVE SOME TEA FOR US HMM". Lets Peter and Bruce come over to his dorm because he knows their roommates can get a little too much sometimes. Loki also becomes an avid twitter user and thats how he gains popularity on campus. (He called the uni out for their awful and expensive parking) Was able to convince the Dean with tony and steve to create a new parking lot. Caffeine addict!!! Him and Tony always bump into each other at the coffee shop. Brings baked goods to meet ups with the gang. Loves to play pranks (especially on Tony) Him and Bucky come up with a genius prank on him and even get pepper involved. Best dressed on campus and is in the fashion club. He is the embodiment of dark academia.

Sam: Criminal Justice Major with Aerospace Engineering minor. Gets introduced to Bucky and Steve during move in and they literally become brothers. Is both in Criminal Justice Club and Engineering Club. In the Historically Black Frat on campus and takes huge pride in that. Parties with tony and thor BIG TIME. Procrastinates by throwing paper airplanes at Bucky until Bucky is like "Um...dude your paper is due in like two hours." At that moment Sam got into work faster than he ever had. Loves gossip sessions with Loki and Wanda. Works out a lot with Bucky, Steve and Thor to get rid of stress. When he and Bucky finish a final they go to loki's dorm and ask "Hey can we see your cat." Helps prep food for friends-giving and decorates the dorm for holidays. HATES 8ams so so so much. Steve promises him pancakes if he gets up and goes. Binge watches shows during weekends and screams when Destiel is finally canon. Loves running and gets a Track Scholarship when Thor gets him to join a sport. Gets Peter to join track.

Bucky: criminal justice major and psychology minor. Buck is also in ballet club with Nat, it really helps him relax and gives him a free space to think (also he runs that shit like no ones business) Criminal justice club as well and LOVES to work out and box. One time Sam accompanies him to ballet and Bucky pushes Sam into a split... the scream was heard for miles. "Sam ballet is good for athletes it helps w-" "Yeah but its not good for my balls" Doesn't willingly procrastinate but once in awhile he will forget an assignment, you best believe his eyes will snap open from his nap and get to work asap. For one of his psyche labs he had to question Steve as if he were Steve's therapist to which Steve responds "Hey bro you dont have to hit a nerve that deep" He also likes to do dance with peter since it helps him get away from Thor for a bit. Not a big partier but once the weight of finals are off his chest you best believe he will go all out. Picks on Nat and says hes gonna steal her man, to which tony interjects and says "Not if I do first" Bucky also has a very comfy dorm, comfy lighting and tons of pillows, the man loves his sleep... and so does everyone else. Sometimes he finds peter, sam, THOR, tONY EVERYONE just napping in his bed before their study time. Overall, bucky is a smart boy and his time in college is kind to him.

Wanda: English Major and Education Minor. After being an orphan Wanda knows what it feels like to not have a parental figure there and she wants to change that for other kids by becoming an english teacher. She volunteers at an orphanage, specifically the one her and pietro were in for a brief moment when they came to the states. She loves to draw as well and takes plenty of art classes with steve. She paints a portrait of the entire gang and gives it to tony as a graduation present (he cried). She loves to do volunteer work for children and also spend a lot of time in the library, She helped Nat calm down before Bruce asked her out. Her and Loki are in constant competition for best dressed. "Loki ill let you win best dressed but you have to let me see your cat" "ugh fine... btw your shirt doesnt match your boots" "hEY" Her and Peter take alot of intro classes together and are constantly running around craft stores trying to get the right stuff for projects. Visits Vision at his Job on Campus and he visits her where she volunteers and eventually they start dating. She is constantly getting visited by pietro at 4am asking "Um do you have milk" "Pietro its 4am what do you ne-" "my OREOS"

Pietro: Track star business major, frat ICON with Thor. poor boy is STRESSED he hates college and is here on a track scholarship, constantly late and running around getting shit done. Queen of late assignments but still gets them graded because he is in Track. Yeah he has alot on his plate but he still parties with thor for hours. When he is drowning in assignments Clint is always there to help him, Bruce also helps him with biology and the more science-y classes. Likes to mess around and race sam at track practice. Not into coffee but will run on all the monster energy drinks you could possibly buy. Seriously is tired of 8 a.m courses, he just wants to nap after practice. Walks into the study room that everyone was in and actually looks more sleep deprived than tony. He gets a lot of tips from steve on how to have an easier time in college and it really helps him.

Vision: Grad student working on a civil engineering masters and a TA. Meets Wanda in the library and she asks him where the biographies are. He mistakenly says they are on the 2nd floor "Uh theyre actually on the third" "Then why did you ask?" "Cause I wanted to talk to you :)" He swooned. Through Wanda he met Tony and Bruce and became their best friend, He helped out a lot with engineering club and got them far. He spends a lot of time doing research for his masters degree, he loves relaxing with the group on weekends and picks on pietro as if he is already apart of the family. Him and Loki bond over intellectual conversations from time to time. Bruce and Nat go on double dates with him and Wanda. Went to a bar once with tony and bruce and had to stop tony from singing Queens entire discography, he had the best night that night. Helps everyone with getting into jobs and into grad school in general while everyone helps him let loose and have some fun.

Peter: Peter is a Physics major and eventually works his way up to biochemistry. (hardworking icon) He is the freshman baby of the group and is introduced to them through Thor. He dances with Buck and Nat sometimes as well. Tony obviously takes peter under his wing and helps him with assignments. One time everyone was in the same study room and him and pietro have a redbull shot gunning challenge. When Peter wins Thor picks him up and almost yeets the poor boy into the ceiling. "VERY WELL DONE YOUNG PARKER YOU SHOULD BE DOING THAT WITH BEER IN NO TIME." "Thor plz" Tony and Thor help him ask MJ out and even spy on them during a dinner date. (Imagine thor with sunglasses and a scarf around his head pretending to be tonys date) He feels so accepted in college because of the gang and gets all his work done on time. Goes out of his way to get everyone christmas presents and is so excited for friendsgiving. Becomes a little stressball during finals and midterms and stays in the library till it closes. He spots loki alot in there and helps loki with science classes while loki helps him with political science classes. He meets MJ through wanda and is obviously blushing the whole time while being introduced. Gets embarrassed when the guys flirt with aunt may. "guys plz stop" This is when Sam earns his "milf hunter" nickname. "Pete hows your aunt?" "She doesnt want you sam i-" its not like that... actually it is like that"

Coulson: Alumni Icon. Is the gangs Intro professor and is the reason why everyone meets eachother. (the class was chaotic indeed) Coulson loved that class so much and he still gets visited by everyone from time to time. He is obviously close with Nick. They were there that night when Tony was signing Queen at the bar and couldnt help but laugh.

Nick Fury: Dean for criminal justice and is heavily involved with criminal justice club and mock trial. He is tired of everyones shit as always. Makes a tiktok account for the criminal justice club and has no idea how to manage social media so gets Loki to help. Has to delete it when Loki commented "hah losers" on the engineering tiktoks page. He looks intimidating but in his office he has a picture with the club and has all the gifts he gets on display. (He even framed lokis comment because it was hilarious afterall)

[slythraco]

Hateful - D.M (Part 1)

Request: omg I love your writing and i dont know others who write abt Tom and Julian and I love it sm!!! could you do a sort of enemies to lovers with Draco where the reader is Gryffindor? its ok if u dont want to, keep up with the good work It’s amazing ! 🥰🥰

Author’s Note: thank you for your request sweetie ! Hope you’ll like it ! I’ll write this request in several parts ‘cause i have a lot of ideas so here’s part 1 and the other will be up soon ! 

Warnings: Swears

Words count: 3K

Masterlist

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Your friend rushes in the classroom, crossing the icy glance of Professor Snape. “You’re late…” He says in his usual scary monotone voice. “Y…yes… I-…I’m sorry Mr Snape.” She mumbles as she states of the ground, completely terrified. She jumps slightly when she hears giggles coming from the back of the classroom. Hearing them too, you turn around to see who they were coming from. ‘Of course, Malfoy.’ You thought to yourself when you see him laughing with his friends. “I-I’m…s-so…sorry !” The blondie giggles after imitating her. You roll your eyes as you turn back to look at your comrade.

“I remove 10 points for Hufflepuff, now, go take a sit.” Said the professor. F/N don’t lose a second to join the place beside you. “Where were you ?” You ask as she sat down. “I had to go back to my dorm, I forgot my wand !” She shouted in panic. “One day you’ll forget your head there !” You tease before giggling under her confused gaze. It was a usual thing for F/N to forget her stuff in her dorm, but usually she manages to be in time. “Wow F/L/N lost points ! She should be careful to not turn into a real Slytherin !” A voice says from behind you right before a more unbearable one opens up. “Come on Blaise ! You know we won’t let a bloody Hufflepuff here ! And a mudblood on top of that.” You turn in less than a quarter of seconds as soon as you hear Malfoy insult your friend. “Shut up Malfoy !”

A devilish smile appears on Draco’s face, having the reaction he wanted. “Oh look Blaise, F/L/N got herself a bodyguard.” Your jaw clenches as you plant your gaze into his. “What exactly didn’t you understand in ‘Shut up’ Malfoy ? I knew you were an idiot but at this point ?” It was Draco’s turn to clench his jaw, you could see the bone of it in his cheek, making him overly sexy and hateful. But he didn’t answer. “That’s what I thought.” You whispered before turning back to listen to the lesson. “Thank you Y/N...” You friend murmurs as she smiles at you. “It’s a pleasure to be your bodyguard F/N !” You wink at her.

•••

You were about to come out of the classroom but the professor’s voice stops you. “Miss Y/L/N, may I talk to you please ?” You turn around, shrugging your shoulders in front of Hermione and Ron who were waiting in the corridor. “Yes, of course professor !” You say as you step back to walk towards his desk. Snape slowly put an eye on you, seeing the little apprehension on your face. “I saw your grades in my class are going down...can you explain yourself ?” He asked in his monotonous voice. “Hum...yes ! I-I don’t really understand anything lately...” You say honestly but suddenly regrets when you see his disappointed face. “Would you like some help ?” He proposes.

“Yes ! With pleasure actually !” You shouted in excitement, it was true, your grades were getting bad even with all the explaining of Hermione you couldn’t understand anything in your potion book. “Fine, I’ll pair you with my best student.” You simply nod, waiting for him to tell you who it is, but he doesn’t say anything. “You’ll meet him in the library tonight. You can go now.” You frown slightly at what he says, why won’t he tell who is going to help you, but you're way to scared of your professor to say anything more than: “Okay, have a good day professor !”

You then finally come out to join your friends. Ron greets you with a big smile while his girlfriend looks worried. “What did he want ?” She asks. “He proposed some help for my grades.” You simply explain as you start to make your way into the Gryffindor’s common room. “He asked someone to do it, I’ll meet him tonight at the library.” You finished, followed by your two best-friends. “Alright, let’s meet Harry, he’s waiting for us.” Ron said. Before you could say anything or react to what he said, Someone bumps into you in the middle of the corridor, making you drop your books all over the floor. Without even apologising, the person walks away as if nothing happened. You raise your head to see who was responsible for your problems. You see red as soon as you see Malfoy giggling in your face before turn around and walk away, of course, it could only be him.

The blondie was making you go through hell for years now, since your first year he loved to bully you and all the other students in Hogwarts. But he was always more virulent with you. You explained it to yourself by the fact that you were friends with the Golden Trio but nothing could forgive that attitude. For a second you thought of leaning to pick up your stuff and say nothing, but it would be a betrayal to the colour of your tie. So you took all your courage and shouted. “Hey Malfoy ! Didn't your family gave you a good education !” You screamed across the corridor. He suddenly stops in his walk and turn towards you.

You can see the anger in his eyes which satisfy you for a second. He starts walking back towards you, the features of his face are almost frighteningly hard, “is he going to hurt me? Have I gone too far ?

Oh, please Y/N ! Don't shirk for this poor bastard.” You thought to yourself before opening your mouth again.

"A gentleman would take the time to apologize, help the girl he has just pushed and pick up her things, but apparently it's not very common in the Malfoy family !” You shouted through the corridor while Malfoy reduce the distance between us until he stops a few centimetres away. “Don't you dare talk about my education !” He says out of anger, you frown. “Or what ?” You tease. “Don't get on my nerves Y/L/N." You can’t help but let a little smile appear on your face, as sadistic as that may be, you loved to make him crazy.

“Or what ?” You take a step towards him, an air of defiance in your eyes, while you take a slightly lower voice.

“I said shut up you stupid bitch !” He almost screams in your face. Ron was about to do something when he heard him insult you but Hermione stops him before he could do anything.

You ignore the Slytherin’s insult, lean your head slightly to the side and move a bit more towards him, reducing the distance between you more and more.

« Make me » You said followed by a provocative smile. You stare at him straight in the eyes, but you noticed that he didn't do the same, his gaze was directly on your lips, which made you take a little step back with a frown. “What is happening to him ?” You thought to yourself.

He starts to smile before turning around again and leaving for good this time, by shoving the other students who had gathered around you to see your little argument. You don't really know why everyone is always surprised, it's not like it's the first time you've had a fight in the hallway.

“Yeah, run away bastard !” Ron growled behind you, your turn around to look at your friends. They seem to not understand the situation either, Hermione still has her arm before Ron to provide him from jumping on Malfoy. “It’s okay Ron.” You whispered to the ginger head. “No it’s not ! You let him insult you Y/N ! He deserves a beating from me !” You see Ronald clenches his jaw. “You’re not going to do anything Ronald Weasley !” Hermione shouted to calm him down by her deadly eyes. “Let’s go now !” She leans to the floor to pick up your books, you quickly follow the movement. “We shouldn’t explain what happened to Harry, he’s gonna mad way too mad.” She whispered while I pick up the last book and give it to you.

“Yes, Malfoy would be dead by now if he was here.” Ron added as you and your friend straighten up. “As much as I hate Malfoy, I don’t want to be responsible for his death.” You said in a giggle before you start walking into the corridors to reach the Gryffindor’s common room like you were supposed to in the first place.

By chance, your friends haven’t seen Draco look at your lips, or they haven’t talked to you about it yet. After a few minutes, you finally enter the room after saying the password. You three jumps when you face Harry, hand in is hips. “May I know why when I left you for a single day because I’m sick, I hear about your fight with Malfoy ?” He asked you directly, it was a miss to not tell him anything. Of course, you and Draco became the attraction of the day and everyone was talking about it. “I-...”

“What happened ?” He asked again. “He pushed her in the corridor, and she found it clever to point this out to him” Ron explained, making you and Hermione gasp. “Hum, what happened to ‘we don’t say anything to Harry ?” Hermione shouted in shock. “You wanted to lie to me !” Potter screamed, even more in shock. “We didn't want to lie, we just wanted to omit some informations.” You said, like it was normal. “Which informations ?” He asked. Ron responded. “He called her a bitch.” Hermione gasp again before hitting him with her book. “Ronald !” She screamed. “‘Mione, he already knows what’s the point of not telling him ?” She sighs and rolls her eyes. She was about to say something but Harry cut her off.

“He did what ?” You three don’t make a move. “This one will see what I’m made of !” Harry shouted before walking fast to get out of the room but Hermione stops him first. “No Harry ! Don’t give him what he wants !” She screamed him, blocking his way. “He insulted my sister, and you think he should get away with it !” ‘My sister’ you weren’t his real sister, but you would definitely like one to him. You could see the amount of anger in his face, looking straight into Hermione eyes, for a second she thought he could hurt her just to get out of there. “I kind of had it coming Harry.” She said, out of shame, but it was true. You pointed out to him, then you teased him until he was so angry that he insulted you. Harry turn around to look at you, confused.

“He warned me but a still responded to him.” You explain. “Why ?” He asked as he pulls away from Hermione. “Why ? You should know by now that I’m not the type to let people get away when they’re being complete assholes !” You giggle nervously. “Well, you don’t want to do this with Malfoy.” He answered as he walks slowly towards you. You roll your eyes, it was always the same conversation. “Harry listen, I understand you’re worried about me, but I can protect myself, especially against Malfoy. I mean, you act like he’s gonna Avada Kedrava me, but he’s a coward he’s not going to do anything !” You explain, a bit irritated. Harry and the other told you a thousand time already to be careful of him but as long as you’ve been in this school, the only thing the blond guy did was bully the other, it’s not like he got physical or anything. And you were far from being scared of him. “On that note, I have to leave.” You said as you look at the clock on the common’s room wall.

“Where are you going ?” Harry asked, but you leave before answering, Ron and Hermione do it at your place. You sigh as you walk through the corridors again, choosing to wait for your lesson in the library instead of supporting Harry’s comments. Once you reach the place of rendezvous you walk through the bookshelves to find a book to read. After a few minutes you finally find one and sit on a table, all you need to do is wait now.

•••

“Y/L/N ! We keep seeing each other today !” You sigh when you hear his voice, you don’t even take the time to look at him and keep your eyes on the book you were casually reading before he interrupted you. “What are you doing here Mafloy.” You asked, annoyed. “Well, Professor Snape told me to meet someone here. Have you seen anyone ?” He asks innocently. “No so-“ you start, but then you realize what he just said. You rapidly turn your head to look at him. He frowns, confused by your reaction. “Professor Snape you said ?” Draco nods in response, finding you weird all of a sudden. “No bloody way...” He finally starts to understand. “Don’t tell me you’re the one I have to help !” He shouted, a grimace appearing on his face. “Yes...” you whispered. Draco’s face collapse, so do yours.

“I’m not doing this.” He said angrily before he turns and walks towards the door. For a second you thought of just letting him go, but you decide otherwise. You quickly get up, leaving all of your things behind you and run to keep him from leaving the library. “Malfoy wait !” You can hear him sigh as he continues walking away from you but you run to put yourself before the door, preventing him from going out. “Get off Y/L/N.” You take a deep breath and take all your courage to confront Draco. “No. Listen, I need your help. I’ve failing all of my tests for the potion class and if Snape sent you it’s probably because you’re the only one that can help me !”

Draco giggles as he listens to you. “Why would I help you ?” You take a second to think and a dispute. “Because Snape will be mad if you don’t ?” He rolls his eyes, visibly not convinced by this. “Please...can we put or different for a second, just enough time for you to explain the lesson, and then I’ll leave you alone I promise !” A little smile appears on his face, what is happening to him again ? He takes a step towards you while you take one in the opposite direction. You jump when your back hit the cold wood of the door behind you. “What ?” You asked, confused by what’s going on.

“You look good when you’re begging.” He said in a provocative way. You gasp in shock in front of this flirty line coupled with a devouring look. “Draco !” You growl. “Malfoy !” He growls back, his devouring smile turning into an angry face in less than a second. “We’re not friends, so it’s Malfoy for you !” Your eyes winded in front of his sudden anger for such a little detail. You simply nod still in shock. “So...Malfoy, are you going to help me ?” You try to smile to him, like it could save you. He sighs. “Yes.”

He simply said before turning back to go sit where you were installed a few seconds ago. You take a deep breath as you join him, knowing it’s probably going to be a long moment to pass with him.

•••

“Okay, what are the ingredients ?” He asked. “Um... Rose thorn, peppermint, pearl dust...powered moonstone and...” You think for a second, not being able to put a name on the last ingredient. “Ashwinder egg” He finished. “I knew it !” You shouted, obviously lying. “No you didn’t.” He said in amusement. You giggle together. So far the little study session with Draco was going well. As crazy as it seems, he has been really patient with you. And his explanation were really clear. You yawn as you pull the fabric from your robe to look at your watch. “Wow ! It’s late ! We should probably go to our dorm.” Draco does the same and his eyes widen when he sees the clock. It’s been 3 hours since you started studying, and it felt like at least 1 hour, not more. “Yes we should.” He simply responds before packing up his supplies. You follow his movement and when nothing is left on the table you finally get up with him.

“Shall I take you to your dorm ?” He asks as he scratches the back of his head. Your eyes widen, since when Draco is that kind. For a moment you thought of accepting, but it was a bad idea, if Harry was still there he would’ve killed him. “Maybe next time, Harry heard about what happened in the corridor this afternoon, and I don’t really want him to kill you if he sees you.” Draco nods, suddenly feeling bad for what happened earlier. “Maybe next time ?” You propose. “I mean, if you want you study with me again ?” You continue carefully, you were happy to have a nice version of Draco in front of you and you didn’t want to say something that could make him angry and lose that little moment of respite. “Yes ! Why not ! Let’s say, tomorrow night ?” He proposes, never stopping to impress you. “Alright ! See you tomorrow then !”

You smile to him and take the way toward the door to leave but his voice stops you. “Y/N wait !” Hearing your name in his mouth make a bunch of goosebumps appear on your skin which you don’t really understand. It was the first time Draco called you by your name other than your last-name. You turn around and give him a confused look. “I’m sorry for what I said in the hallway...” You bite your lip. Were you dreaming ? “Wow...Draco Malfoy apologising...to me ? I should mark the date !” You tease. “Hey ! Don’t make me regret it !” You giggle. “Don’t worry ! And thank you...Draco.” You grimace internally when you pronounces his name. But he doesn’t say anything, he just smiles to you. You smile too when you turn around again and finally get out of the library.

The smile didn’t suit your face until you reach your bed. Today was a surprising day, but it’s only the beginning.

•••

[red-riot-rat]

ＲＥＱＵＥＳＴ：hi hi hi ~~ can I request a headcanon for the class 1-a (platonically) where reader and the girls are havin a gossip sesh/girls night and all end up fallin asleep on each other (cuddlin basically lol) and the boys then come in the morning seein them sleepin & they take pics & make fun of them the whole day until like Jiro or Mina threaten them lmao (sorry, I just thought this was a cute idea ;-; ) Tysm!! Reminder, you are loved and amazing!!! Have a fantastic day!! :) <3

REQUESTED BY: @smol-punk-human​       <3

HEY HEY! THIS IS REALLY FUCKING COOOOOLSLSFNKDJG I FUCKING LOVE IT!!

Ｇｅｎｒｅ：HEADCANONS

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: CURSING, JIRO BEING GAY FOR YAOMOMO BUT SEcERETly 

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴: THEY/THEM (GENDER NEUTRAL)

AN: BRRRRR

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DFNKJSDNF

YOU GUYS BAKE SOME GOOD SHIT

LSDAHAHA

LIKE BROWNIES, CAKES, LITERAL FUCKING PRETZELS DUDE

EVERYTHING

A N D 

YOU KNOW MINA HAS THE FUCKING GOSSIP

ALL THE TIME

MOMO KNOWS SHIT, BUT DOESNT TELL THAT OFTEN

TORU OVER HEARS EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING GODDAMN POSSIBLE DUDE 

Licherally

Just a group,,, that will nEVER have a dull moment

You guys build a fort,,,, and it takes over part of the dorms common area,

Shout out to momo for creating a shit ton of pillows, fluffy blankets, and snacks as well

Ochako? A god tier fort builder, and as you all build it,,,

Jiro is playing some music she's been working on,,

The fort collapses like twice before you can get it to stay up

So then once it does,,,,

You all pile in with pillows and smiles

AND YOU ALL SPILL SOME REAL SHIT

LIKE WOIFDKM

Shit on Katsuki, he has mommy issues,

Denki Kaminari? Has a crush on Jiro and Jiro is not accepting it

SOMEONE has a crush on Yaomomo, and its NOT todoroki.

Everything that you could possibly learn?

Ever hear?

Its there

But theres no bad gossip, or even if there is its not a lot.

You know ochaco is fucking SPILLIN it about Deku

And Tsu??

Literally fucking vibing as Ochako just like spills her guts because shes brushing through her hair,,,, like KJGKJDNG

For about 20 seconds everyones silent as they turn to you,,,, and all bombard you with questions

If you have a crush, if you've ever kissed someone, etc, etc.

They go a p e s h i t 

At some point Mina started laughing SO fucking hard

LIKE SO FUCKING HARD

At something

(Jiro yelled “IM LITERALLY GAY I DONT KNOW” IDK<GNDFGN)

Mina fucking LOST it

And the fort started to fall down and everyone went nuts

So you all piled out,,,, and just all settled on the couches, the floor, literally n e where.

Everyones sharing blankets, heads resting on shoulders, legs thrown over others,,, just fucking love up in this bitch dude

You guys put movies on,, and the first choice?

Coraline, picked by Jiro herself.

At random scenes Mina screams and scares the shit out of everyone btw

Everyone falls asleep one by one.

The first one is….

 O C H A KO KSJFNDG

She gets scared at the scene that the other mother changes into da spider and is just like:

No <3

Asui follows soon, and then Jiro and then YOU ahbahhhh

Yes mina takes a picture of everyone sleeping and then passes out herself

Yaomomo is last, everyone just kinda is resting on her one way or another 

Its also like 4 am when everyone falls asleep,,,, you guys talked for a SHIT long time

Lsrjndg

DA BOYS DA BOYS DA BOYS

They all pile home and the first person who finds you guys?

Midoriya

THIS BITCH FUCKING S C R EA MS 

Literally lost his mind because he didnt know who was all laying in the common room with fUCKING CORALINE PLAYING AJFKN

But no one woke up so sjdngkdfng

maybe

So then ALL da boys pile in and r just like 

WOOW KSN WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

BAKUGOU LAUGHS SO HARD TO SEE THI SHITNSHFSKDB

Sero,, and most of the boys just smile,,, tis cute,,

And mineta gets drop kicked before he can wake n e one up

Denki whips out his phone, so he can black mail you guys later for being absolutely adorable

And literally just bully you guys

And then mina an jiro just fucking jump up

Mina?? 

Tackling Kaminari with no remorse? Yeah.

Fucking this boy is on the ground so qUICKKKK

Also beggin for his goddamn life because Mina will END It

Jiro making sure all the girls are covered and safely sleeping? Yeah.

And then punching mineta in the face because he got up?

Yeah.

And then it goes like this,,,

Jiro steals denki’s phone using her earjacks,

Throws it to mina

Who by the way knows about everyones password, or has her fingerprint in their phone,

And looks at the pictures hes taken

They’re pretty nice,,,

So she just sends em to the class groupchat and is just like

Denkis a loser

And throws his phone back

And then everyone bullies katsuki into making breakfast by calling him a loser if he doesnt sdjnfd

-

AN: im so sorry if these are bad fkjgndg

[tpwksammy]

Niall Horan one shot

It's been a month since I've seen anyone. A whole month has passed since the boys have left for a new mission. I miss them more than explainable but my body misses them more. The way its always pulsated so hard I have to clench my thighs around everyone.

It's been a month of no sex and attention and im running mad. There's only so much you can do for yourself until it just doesn't feel the same.

I miss their voices whispering dirty things in my ear and the heaving breaths of their deep moans.

Laying on my bed looking at the ceiling my chest begins to heave up and down. Closing my eyes all I can think about is Niall. The way he would play poker and press his hands to my skin when no one was watching. When I would slip away to go to the washroom and he would pick the lock to pin me against the wall fucking me senseless.

"Oh god." I clench my thighs together as my centre pounds against me.

I can't do this anymore. I can't do this by myself. I'm going insane. Pressing my hands to my thighs squeezing my skin for dear life I think about his tongue and all the profanities he would spell on my clit.

How he would watch me in the shadows following my every move so hung up on me. Arching my back whimpering I bring my hand up to rest over my chest palming my braless area. Shifting my thighs over each other I create a friction that is no help at all.

A month since I've felt a dick inside of me pounding until I saw the stars. I missed him and the way he knew my body inside out. His length hit places I didn't even know could reach.

His body hunched over mine speaking awful things to me as my climax built. When we were playing around with each other and he fucked me twenty times pulling out each time before I met my high. It was pure torture but when he finally let me cum I was brought into another dimension. I couldn't breathe or move as my orgasm ripped right through me.

Shifting my hips up on the bed I look around my darkroom that used to be filled with so much heat and lust.

"Fuck I can't do this anymore." I cry out weakly into the pitch-black room. Palming my breasts under my shirt I reach over the bed crawling to the dresser. Wrapping my hands around my phone I breathe so heavy it fogs up the screen.

Hitting my password in my phone the screen shines brightly and I press the call button as I clench my thighs so tight I swear it's only turning me on more.

Clicking his name I press the phone to my ear and squeeze my eyes as it rings. "Please pick up," I whine and suddenly the ringing stops and a deep voice calls over the loud voices of a party.

"Sugar you alright-"

"Niall." I moan into the phone interrupting his happy tone. Panting I sense his back straighten.

"Violet what are you doing?" He calls deeply and I sense the hunger in his voice. I know it's been long for him too. He only knows my body and can't stand the way he feels with other girls. He texts me all the time while he's getting off.

Whether he's in the shower with the water blasting down or in the back room at the Casino until his hard breaths shout into the phone.

"Niall I-" I pant out hardy and whimper, pressing my thighs together. "I need you."

"Violet where are you right now?" He demands in a hard tone that has my back arching.

"Im laying in your bed trying to get myself off." Crying out through the empty house he growls through the phone before I hear him push through the crowd.

"Fuck Violet dont do anything until I tell you to." With my hands pressed right to my underwear I drag it upwards and my tights snap back in place.

"You have one minute," I beg squirming my legs together.

"Touch yourself before I tell you and Ill fuck that little cunt of yours so hard against the door you'll be begging for me to stop."

"Fuck." I curse grabbing the pillow I'm laying on and pressing in between my legs for more pressure. Grinding my hips against the soft material I slap my hand against my mouth screaming from the pressure against my centre.

"Jesus christ Violet." A chant of grunts leaves his lips until I hear a car door slam shut. Listening to his firm body hit the leather seats of his car another grunt passes as he undoes his heavy belt buckle that clicks aggressively.

"Hey Sugar?" Niall's chest heaves as I choke down my cries. "What are you wearing?"

Squeezing the top of the pillow I swallow down moans, "Just my tights and one of your shirts."

He hums into the phone seductively. "Wish I could see that perfect little ass for myself but you're just going to have to moan louder for me. Take off your clothes."

"Okay." I pant at his weakness. Taking the phone from my ear I turn it on speaker and place it beside my body.

Peeling the pillow away from my body might have been the hardest thing I've ever done. The pounding comes right back to my centre and I let out a whine.

"Sugar if you start crying like that I'm going to have to punish you when I get home. Clothes off. now." demanding I press my hands to my tights and peel it quickly off my body. The coldness of the room sticks to my skin in relief and I swallow down my moans. Taking off his shirt my bare chest is exposed to the room and my large breasts spill out into my warm hands.

Keeping my wet underwear on I crawl back down to the bed laying down. "What about you, what do you have on?"

"My dicks out right in my hand baby. All the naughty little things you do to me has me so hard for you."

Arching my back he continues breathlessly. "What colour panties you have on naughty girl."

"R-red. Just like the time you fucked me with your fingers under the casino table." I barely can get the words out.

"Fuck." Through the phone, his breaths go staggered and a loud moan cuts his words when he starts pumping himself. "Take them off for me and tell me just how wet you are."

Pressing my hands to my red lace underwear I slide it down my body and kick it to the floor. Dragging my hands up the inside of my thigh I press it to my slick folds. Drawing upwards my pool of wetness coats my fingers. Pressing my finger to my clit my hips shift upwards in shock from the cry it's been giving me.

"Oh Niall wish you were here I need you to fuck me so bad I can't take it anymore." Rubbing my clit in circles, my naked body grows in an intense fire.

"Are you touching yourself?" his voice goes delicate and I sense the crookedness of his face as he pumps his shaft.

"Y-yes."

"Just like I showed you?"

Pressing my fingers hard to my clit in a circle my wetness coats my fingers as a slick lube increasing my speed.

"Violet, you need to use your words, are you doing it as I showed you?"

"Yes, baby. In circles like you said. Wish it was you though I can't take this anymore." Whining into the phone I shift my hips into my hands.

"Fuck Violet dont say things like that when im halfway across the country. Give me a week and Ill come back and fuck you like the little whore you are."

Rubbing my clit side to side my hips buckle down to the bed and dig into the soft sheet. "Touch your chest. Squeeze them hard just like I always do."

Slapping my hand to my chest my other works against my nerves as I massage my breast deeply. Flicking my nipple electricity runs through my veins and punches me right in my lower stomach.

"This is going to be quick Niall I'm almost there."

Both of our loud moans fill each other's senses which only makes my hands work faster. "No," he grunts. "Whores like you don't get to finish early, you cum when I tell you to."

Sliding my hand down to my core I squeeze my leg bunching my hips. With my hips in the air my finger moves at an increasing pace. Rubbing my clit fast, the cold air hits my body as I moan.

Grinding my centre into my hands I throw my body back down to the bed.

"Be a good girl and push two fingers in for me."

Niall moans hardly into the phone as his precum lubes his length causing pressuring slick sounds to fill the phone.

"Okay baby." Sliding my hands down my folds I tease my centre which shoots a riveting pain through my body. Sliding my two fingers in I slowly feel myself clenching and expanding for them feeling my walls shut around me.

"Oh ah- fuck feels so good." Sliding deeper until my knuckles hit I need more but this will have to do. Beginning to pump the sounds of my wetness pool around my fingers. With each thrust, my stomach grows and I'm beginning to work up to my release.

"Good girl. Always so good for me. Now with your other hand press it to your clit and don't stop."

My other hand slides up my thighs until met with my hip bone. Sliding over my bare skin goosebumps trickle down until I'm met with my nerves. Pressing deep I scream an ache through the room that causes my hips to bunch.

Rubbing my clit side to side quickly in need, my thrusting fingers shoot electricity through my body and I moan loudly from the help of the empty house now that they're all gone.

"I know that moan dont cum, not yet." I can hear him fuck his hand more demanding and my hips continue to bunch down thrusting into myself.

"No no I need more," I beg, shutting my eyes.

"Add another finger. Feel yourself just like my cock does. That pretty little cunt needs it bad doesn't it?"

"Really really bad." sliding in a third finger my walls clench hard around me deepening the pressure on my centre. Thrusting my hands at a vicious pace as well on my clit my body tightens signalling it can't hold on any longer when I hit my g spot.

"Niall I cant, fuck I need to cum." Moaning loudly my body arches and my head tilt to the ceiling in a scream.

"Beg for it you little slut. Tell me just how much you need it."' he mumbles tightly and I move my hips with my fingers.

"Please. Please, please let me cum, Niall. You're the only person that could ever get me over the edge like this please I'll do anything." Crying into the phone my legs start to shake causing the pressure on my centre to double.

"Fuck Violet you dont know what that just did to me ah-" he moans harshly pumping his shaft ruthlessly. In the next twenty seconds, I listen to his hard moans and thrusting hand fucking himself until the breathlessness of his chest rasps out a cry.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck. Violet baby?"

My body squirms on the sheets making a complete mess as my legs lift. I open them widely, earning a new angle that I explore with a cry. My knees press to my chest as my fingers work over my nerves and centre. My walls completely clench around my fingers and my hand begins to pound right and left on my clit.

"Yeah im right here- fuck." My legs lift higher so I can completely thrust my body into myself.

"Cum for me baby let it go."

Those words take me over the edge and my orgasm shoots through my body covering my hands. Removing my fingers from my centre I work against my nerves ruthlessly riding me out. "Oh Niall" my body arches off the bed. Sitting up in reflex my fingers press into my clit.

"Oh, ah."

"Oh, Violet fuck fuck fuck fuck." He groans.

"god- ah." grunting deeply his moans only press my body deeper as I coat his sheets. My eyes go fuzzy and I shut them, continuing to ride my sensitive core.

"Niall!" I scream at the top of my lungs and my breaths come out at a zero rhythm. Removing my hands I press them to the sheets gripping on for dear life.

"Fuck Suar." with one last grunt from his voice I hear him fall against the seat of his car breathing hard.

When the world comes down I fall onto my back surrounded by the warmth of his bed that never fails to smell like him. Panting out hard breaths trying to present myself back into reality my body unravels. Pressing my hands to my chest I feel my rapid heartbeat.

"You alright over there?" Niall rasps onto the phone and I whimper from his deep voice that I miss so much.

"Just give me a minute."

Niall chuckles over the phone and I smile drunkenly.

"Oh god, I miss you. Wish I could see that perfect naked body of yours cum all over my fingers soaking me."

Suddenly my body tightens once again from his words and I gasp from a sudden twitch in my centre.

"Violet? You alright what was that?"

My body ravels upright again and I press my full palm against my centre cupping myself hardly trying to calm down. "Niall I don't know what happening." My centres too weak for me to pound it like that again.

A new ring on my phone shows and It's a facetime from Niall. Still cupping myself I reach over the bed and answer it. Once I spot his sweaty face on the screen he eyes me cautiously. My face is the only thing he sees but sweat and redness take over my frame. "Violet?" he coos with a wide-lipped grin.

"How much do you miss me?" gripping my centre just a little bit harder in a spasm my body shoots upwards until I'm on my knees.

"I cant Niall." I cry to him on the phone and his face drops.

"Put me on the dresser let me see you." breathing out a large exhale I lean forward setting the phone right against the lamp. Once he sees my body his face grows in ecstasy as his eyes roam all over.

"So fucking beautiful."

As I pull away I watch as his hand tightens and presses to his shaft once more.

"You  still sensitive baby?" His blonde hair sticks to his forehead and I moan from the sight. "Yes, I can't touch myself like that again tonight."

Watching his face turn up in a twitch he begins to moan again. "The pillow. Ride the pillow, pretend it's me."

Wasting no time I reach for the pillow and set it between my thighs. "Yeah just like that." he raps and I shut my eyes once I find the perfect spot. Beginning to grind my hips I press my hands to my chest squeezing both of my breasts as I moan out a loud exhale.

"I- ah." Opening my eyes slightly I watch Nialls rock solid face staring at me in determination.

"Don't stop, keep going."

my arms fall weakly off my chest and press to the top of the pillow in need to grab onto something.

"Jesus" I moan from how good this feels. My centre soaks through the fabric of the pillowcase. I'm so sensitive to the point it feels good.

With my foot pressed to the back of the pillow, I shift my legs upward and the back of the pillow presses deep into me at a new angle. Falling forward in a loud inhale my hands land on the bed on all fours.

My breaths hang down but I fold my body upwards rocking into the pillow like a race. Moving my hips with the fabric my stomach builds in the same pressure as before.

"Fuck baby I just wanna fuck you so bad. You're soaking up my sheets messy girl. Make a mess for me and scream my name alright? That perfect little cunt of yours always so pretty for me."

"Yes- oh fuck." I exhale leaning my head up to the ceiling. "Moan my name too It gets me off."

A loud grunt sounds from his lips signalling he's going faster. "Never last long with you. Wish I was that pillow fucking you from below."

I wish you were here because this pressure is not enough. "I need you to thrust into me from behind and make me limp. I need you to make me scream from how big you are. Only you can do that to me. I need you to ruin me." bunching my hips upwards my legs begin to shake and I thrust my hips on the edge of the pillow crying out.

"Trust me when I get my hands on you you'll wish you were dead. I wanna taste you. I miss waking you up in the morning." squeezing my hands on the pillow my fingernails break the fabric and with one last thrust my foot pushes the pillow into my clit and my body explodes.

"Niall!" I scream his name through my raspy throat as my hips move at the fastest pace on the pillow. "Fuck fuck fuck oh god." my orgasm rips through me and coats the pillow.

As soon as my loud moans fill his car his release shoots out of him matching with mine.

"Oh, violet!" He groans loudly and my chest heaves from his words.

Fuck me.

Looking up to the ceiling my centre pounds from what she's gone through and I fall to my side in complete exhaustion.

The room spins and I go deaf as a small buzzing rings in my ears. Curled up on the bed gripping my breasts in support Niall's chuckles break through my senses bringing me back to reality.

"I'm pretty sure hundreds of people just heard me moan beyond this door." Turning my weak stare to the phone his eyes are dilated fully watching me in lust. Reaching for the electronic I grip it tiredly bringing it to my line of vision and he frowns.

"Put me back, I wanna see our body."

"Come home then." I rasp weakly and he smirks. "We're almost done out here. Give it another two weeks. Now let me see whats mine."

Turning the camera around I push the phone to my cunt letting him the mess he's made. Trailing the camera up my body I fondle my breasts teasing my nipple.

"Fuck Sugar." Watching Nialls face on the screen he's about to touch himself when I flip the camera like nothing happened.

Growling my lips purse in a frown. "That's too long. I miss your hugs and dick."

"Is that all I am to you?" laughter fills the call and I catch my breath.

"Gonna tilt the phone for me princess? One last look. Wanna see you touching your clit." leaning his head back hoping to see from a new angle I brush my sweaty hair away from my face.

"Next time. When I see you next I'll make sure to touch every inch of me as you watch... In fact, next time I want a full view of you too." turning on my side I watch the phone with my head on my arm.

"That's cruel. I'm going to have to go back in there wondering what it was like up close. Im dying out here."

"Then come back and make me. Fuck me and dont holdback. Do whatever you want to me. Make it last all night if you want just don't ever stop." when I moan out the words his face twitches and before he can part his lips I hang up the call.

[if-the-crown-fits-translate-it]

Discord pt 43

[Date: 23/02, 04.05 PM - 05.01 PM GMT]

fetch: “oh hey guys I’m not dead or brainwashed from last night lol”

fetch: “yeah like??? I read back on the muted chat and I legit don’t remember that happening

all I did yesterday was nap and play bugsnax”

jaynoblade: “fetch... you made a tumblr post about it

give me a second, i’ll show you”

fetch: “no CROWN made a post from my account. I was it already”

jaynoblade: “oh... that explains the red”

boo: “pardon, crown has access to your account?”

fetch: “I saw that I also sent baron an ask but I don’t remember that either

look I don’t know if he does or not

I mean he obviously did for I thin a little bit? maybe I should change my password”

jaynoblade: “that might be a good idea”

fetch: “if it makes yall feel any better mona is off work today and last night she said she'd be keeping an eye on me

I get yall were worried about me but take it easy on her she literally could not leave her job lmao

I dont think Walmart is gonna take "my friend is about to get brainwashed by an enderman thing" as an emergency leave excyse”

fetch: “And yeah just. be careful calling her king, that sounds way too close to a court member. if you're gonna refer to her like that, spell it like k1ng”

fetch: “so like! i'm not dead that's good! :]

i don't know what weird game crown was playing with me last night”

jaynoblade: “crown's always playing games with all of us, so an extra one comes at no surprise”

fetch: “man I was having such a good time jamming to tunes too

server admins work hard but groovy bot works even harder/j”

fetch: “anyway sorry if yall saw my half-asleep ramblings in the doc, I'm trying to form some sort of chronological order of events”

jaynoblade: “that's valid! sometimes it's hard to remember things”

fetch: “anyway i. i had a little bit of a thought yesterday. yknow before the whole delerious screaming because of a music box song thing. but its a pretty far stretch so I don't know if it'll help if I toss this into the ring”

jaynoblade: “oh?”

fetch: “i was thinking. the dreamsmp loves their greek myths right? the whole theseus thing, pandoras vault, etc etc right. i think crown and this court is sort of like the hydra”

fetch: “i fell out of control (a head gets cut off) and chat and page are still up there (two grow back in its place)"

fetch: “ what if we try to release someone else from control, but that just gets more people hurt"

[boo: “we gotta burn the cut head yeah?" ]

boo: “ that's how the hydra was defeated"

fetch: “i always thought he pierced the heart? killed the whole beast rather than just one head

thats where I was going with this metaphor anyway

that crown is the heart of the hydra”

boo: “ huh you're right, i just thought that lessening the heads would help w getting to the heart"

jaynoblade: “he burned each of the heads until it was reduced to one, and then either stabbed it in the heart or cut off the final head (which was immortal, and which killed the body) and buried it under a rock. myths don't agree"

boo: “yeah"

jaynoblade: “but yeah, lessening the heads would definitely help with getting to the heart”

fetch: “oh ok"

jaynoblade: “ or the final head, whichever version"

boo: “i don't know how we'd burn it though”

fetch: “maybe something to do with the crowns?"

jaynoblade: “ i don't know either

hmmm maybe”

fetch: “crown is very insistent that they keep their circlets on

odd that I didn't have mine- er, knight's when I woke up in the woods”

jaynoblade: “ ....so do you think that you took it off, and that's why you woke up?"

Denora: “Hmmmm, maybe it got snagged on a branch? It might've been unintentional...”

fetch: “if it's really that simple, I think prince would have done it already. you remember that whole "doesn't want to be in the family" thing at the start of all this?"

disks and the color red |Stars: “maybe someone took it off for you"

fetch: “I dont know. on one hand, crown seems very confused that i got free. on the other, I don't think he'd be so careless with something so important.

i dont think they just "come off"

regardless, im also worried for maxwell. he's still just as under crowns control as is was. only difference is he hasn't come around

and the fact that he did it because i got taken.”

jaynoblade: “he did, once. it was only for a few minutes, but we had him back

and then he was gone again"

fetch: “...so he's still in there

its not too late

that. makes me feel a little better.

look maxwell may have been a bit of a prick who kept antagonizing crown even after we asked him to stop but he was still one of us and he shouldn't be working with crown. the last thing maxwell would want is to give the "pissbaby" (his words not mine) more power"

jaynoblade: “not sure about the other court members, but.... they've been there for much longer, and we haven't had as long with them”

fetch: “there might be time to save the other court members too. even prince. baron seems the least of concern for now since he's went to crown and actually confronted him multiple times now with seemingly no consequence.

and when I say confront I really mean its like 2 or 3 times not he's said that he was gonna ask crown something”

jaynoblade: “yeah definitely

but then again.... crown’s had him even longer than prince”

fetch: “despite that he seems pretty low on the food chain...”

jaynoblade: “he really does, and there’s probably a reason for that

maybe he’s overall harder to control or something like that”

fetch: “probably

maybe he's the "you're not my real dad you can't tell me what to do" type”

fetch: “or maybe. hm.

maybe he's leaving baron alone to make prince happy

they are best friends after all”

jaynoblade: “....that could be completely possible”

fetch: “if prince sees crown hurting baron that would be a mega fuck up on crowns part”

fetch: because they're loyal to crown but childhood friendships run deep

boo: or maybe baron's just not that big of a risk

fetch: yeah maybe that too

also during my reading back I saw what jayyy and a couple others were planning. not a fuckin fan at all if you ask me”

fetch: “trying to "summon" crown or sacrifice yourself for him is in no way shape or form a good idea

just because I broke control doesn't mean everybody can”

fetch: “and if you just flat out say "if I get yoinked feel free to use me for information" then thats just? not going to make crown take you if he knows you're gonna do that?

or at the very least he's gonna keep you in the dark

he isn't stupid. he knows where information is supposed to be.”

fetch: “and- let me reiterate- getting taken is NOT FUN. it isn't something you can just make weekend plans for and act like you or anyone else won't be affected once you're done with your little "experiments"”

[People continue to discuss how fetch might have gotten free and to k1ng’s house for a few minutes more.]

[too-gay-for-marvel]

i want to come home pt.6

a/n: aight yall, this is the end, the grand finale, the end of the line. this was the start of this blog and yall stuck with me through it and i love yall so much. yall have really been amazing and make writing worth it. i hope in the future i can continue to write things yall enjoy. now lets finish this thing

a/n pt 2: i also wasnt gonna post this till thursday but i just remembered today is my bday so this is my gift to yall because i would die for yall. dont @ me for forgetting my bday

Word Count: 2738

Warnings: Mason being an adorable little asshole

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

(pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6)

I can do this, you think as you decide to take the stairs up to your 9th floor apartment. She’s just a kid.

My kid.

It shouldn’t bother you as much as it does. You’ve co-parented Mason for five years. You literally grew her and pushed her out of your body. So why were you so nervous to have to parent her alone for a few days?

Because you’re not okay, your mind tells you, but you ignore it. You’re fine. Everything is fine.

You want to run away, but it’s fine.

And as you open the door to your apartment and see Mason drawing, you don’t want to run away anymore. You haven’t gotten to spend alone time with her since- well, it doesn’t matter. You missed hanging out with her and having some alone time.

So you make the best of it.

It’s not as bad as you thought it would be. She helps you make meals. Well, she bosses you around (like her mother, you think) while you do the work. You play, you watch movies, you have sleepovers. One night you even made a fort.

“What’s the password?” Mason questions you from her spot in the fort.

The very same fort you built and she kicked you out of.

“I love you,” you offer.

“No! Try again,” she giggles. “I love you, too,” she quickly whispers after only a moment’s hesitation. Much better.

“I have pizza,” you offer again. She sticks her head out just enough to catch you in your lie before hiding once again.

“Mommy is a better liar.”

Well, she’s got you there.

“Is it…” you look around, hoping to find some clue as to what the password could be. In truth, you think she’s just making it up as she goes. She spends enough time with Nat that it wouldn’t surprise you.

“Hurry hurry!”

“I need a hint,” you practically beg, really trying to ham it up. “Pretty please?” Mason may be just like Nat, but she has a few of your qualities.

One of which is that she’s a sucker.

“I’ll make a deal,” Mason says as she sticks her little hand out of the fort. “Pay the entrance fee.”

Where did she even learn this shit?

“Name your price.”

“10 pieces of chocolate,” she says while wiggling tiny, always sticky fingers.

“That’s too high, three,” you counter.

“Nine.”

“Two.”

“You’re going the wrong way!” Mason giggles and finally sticks her head out of the fort.

“I’ll give you five,” you tease as you lean forward and touch your forehead to hers, scrunching your nose when she laughs even harder. “Take it or leave it.”

“No deal!” She practically screams, and you flinch back from the noise.

The scream of metal twisting in ways it shouldn’t. The team in your ears, your own screams deafening as you-

“-Momma?”

Your eyes shoot open and you look into Mason’s green ones, and you’re home again. Not on the mission, not trapped, just home. Your daughter is right there, looking at you, and you just have to reach out and touch her.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. It’s not enough. You know it’s not enough.

“It’s okay,” she says softly before leaning forward and giving you a sticky kiss on the forehead. It’s gross. You love it.

You’re okay. You’re fine. You have to be fine.

Natasha is set to return on a Sunday. Mason had woken up early, far too early for anyone to wake up on a Sunday, but she wanted to get started on breakfast. We can’t let mommy come home to no breakfast, can we? Yes. Yes you can.

But you get up anyway and let your daughter boss you around about what breakfast should be made: eggs, toast, pancakes, waffles, bacon, oatmeal, coffee, tea, chocolate milk, the list goes on. It’s as if she thinks Nat has never had breakfast in her life. You both know Nat only ever just eats fruit.

Hell, Mason even put the leftover Thai food out.

She was definitely Nat’s child.

You’re desperately trying to listen to Mason talk about her dreams while also not getting distracted and burning the bacon when someone knocks at the door. Who would be knocking so early?

Nat had a key.

Before you can stop her, Mason runs to the door calling for Nat. You don’t think she’s old enough to understand your wife can get in if she wants. It’s a rush to move the bacon and turn the stove off so you can stop Mason from opening the door for a possible stranger.

“Uncle Nick!” Mason cries, and you can hear her giggling.

And you hear your heart stop.

Nick doesn’t come over unannounced.

You aren’t sure if you want to go greet him at the door. Nothing good comes from unannounced visits, especially not from Nick. Who does he think he is to show up when he knows Nat is away on a mission.

She’s on a mission. She’s fine. You’re fine.

“Don’t say it,” you whisper when you make it to the kitchen entry and see Nick holding Mason.

“Say what?” He asks, looking straight at you.

“Don’t,” you say even quieter, if it was even possible.

“Is mommy home?” Mason asks, and you give Nick a look. A look that says you’ll kill him if he tells your daughter that something happened to Nat.

Nothing happened to Nat. She’s fine. You’re fine.

“It’ll be a little longer, kid,” Nick says. “But she sent you a gift.”

He puts her down and hands her a small box of chocolates that he got from his pocket. Mason cheers and runs off to the kitchen to open the box. Her sweet tooth was too big for her to ask if they wanted a piece.

“Y/N-”

“I said don’t, Nick,” you say, more forceful now that Mason is slightly out of earshot.

“She’s fine,” Nick says. He reaches out to you but you step back. “It’s safer to extend the mission than to pull her out now.”

She’s fine. You’re fine. Everything is fine.

“You would tell me,” you shoot back. “Right?”

“I would tell you,” he confirms, and you nod and invite him to breakfast.

He wouldn’t lie. He couldn’t lie.

What was supposed to be a short, few day mission ends up going past two months. In that time you have to manage taking care of Mason, getting her to school, doing your work, training agents. You worry about Nat the whole time and feel on edge every time someone comes up to you at work.

Maybe that’s how Nat felt when you died. But you were fine.

Maybe throughout the time, when Mason can’t see, you break down. Maybe you cry in the shower because you’re scared and the water agitates your cybernetics that Tony says are flawless. And maybe you can’t sleep because you have nightmares, about dying, about Nat, about Mason.

But you’re okay. You’re fine.

And you’re absolutely fine when Mason says she doesn’t feel good and asks if she can go to work with you.

That’s fine, too.

You know she’s lying. She always bites her lip when she lies. But she’s your daughter; if she asked you to steal the moon, you would do it. So you help her pack a day bag and get her in the car.

When you look in the rear view mirror, you can see her practically bouncing in her seat. At least she’s happy.

Her purple Hawkeye backpack is bigger than she is when she puts it on. You have to fake a cough to hide the laughter as you reach out for her to hold your hand. She grabs it eagerly and you both walk into the Compound and head to your office.

It’s nothing fancy, just a small office. As a “higher up,” you at least get a semi-private office, but it still made you claustrophobic. Not that it mattered because you were fine. And you were even more fine when Mason sat at the little desk you had against a wall.

A desk just for her.

You know she’s going to cause trouble. You can feel it in your bones. She’s too quiet while you fill out paperwork, and every now and then you hear her giggle. But when you look over at her, she’s just colouring.

Why was she so suspicious?

“Hey boss,” you hear, and you look over to see Luke standing in the doorway. “Hey Little Boss,” he says soon after with a wink at Mason.

“Hi, Uncle Luke!” Mason calls and tries to wink back, but she used both eyes. Well. It’s the thought that counts.

“Need something?” You asked as you leaned back in your chair, trying not to groan as your skin stretched over the augmentations.

You were fine.

“Mind if I take Little Boss with me on a few errands?” He asks. The way Mason practically jumps up leads to more suspicion.

But you see her smile, and how can you tell her “no?”

“Please don’t teach my daughter bad things,” you plead, but you know it’s useless. She was raised around the Avengers, after all.

“I’ll keep him out of trouble,” Mason says with a serious look on her face. You gesture for her to come closer and give her a quick kiss on the head before shooing the both of them out of your office.

And once they’re gone, all hell breaks loose and everyone knows it’s your fault.

It starts when Tony stops by your office only half an hour after Mason and Luke ran off. You didn’t have to ask what happened when you see Tony with damp, pink hair.

“I’m sorry,” you say even though you want to laugh until you can’t breathe.

“She’s evil,” is all he says before walking back out. You can’t argue with him.

The next disaster happens 15 minutes later. You were trying to brew some more coffee to try and fight your nightmare-induced fatigue when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. You have to bite your cheek to keep from smiling.

“New friendship bracelets?” You ask as your eyes land on Bucky’s and Clint’s hands.

“Who gave her handcuffs?” Bucky asks as he holds his wrist up, forcing Clint’s hand to follow.

“Did you ask her?” You shoot back.

“She was too busy running away laughing,” Clint grumbles, but you can see the blush creep up his neck when Bucky’s hand grazes his own.

“You’re handcuffed to an assassin, Clint,” you say softly, “have him pick the lock.”

“We’re not done talking about this,” Clint says as he pulls Bucky away to take care of their problem. Maybe while Bucky picks the lock, they’ll take care of all that sexual tension between them.

It only gets worse as the morning goes on. Two of your agents come up to you with tears in their eyes and donuts in their hands. Apparently the donuts had been filled with mayonnaise.

Bruce comes to your office with his hands stuck to a hand sanitizer bottle. One that was now filled with clear glue instead of sanitizer.

Nick came to you with half an oreo in his hand. An oreo that smelled suspiciously of mint toothpaste.

Your personal favourite was the screams of agents that was soon followed by the overwhelming smell of Febreze. When you looked out your door, four empty, zip-tied Febreze cans were piled outside.

When Mason walked back into your office with a guiltless grin, you wanted to have her explain. You knew you should tell her that she can’t just prank everyone at work just because she wanted to.

But it made the day… interesting.

What harm was there in a few little pranks, right?

“Don’t tell me about it,” you say as you hand her the sandwich you had made for lunch. “I need to be able to claim plausible deniability.”

“What’s that?” Mason asks as she scrunches her nose and takes a bite of her sandwich.

“It means I can keep you out of trouble,” you tease before kissing her scrunched nose and eating your own sandwich.

You teased each other as you munched on your small lunch. Sometimes you would steal a chip from her pile, other times she would reach over and “steal” a bite of your sandwich. At one point she ended up tossing grapes at you and laughing when you couldn’t catch them.

It was just… mundane. You were okay.

“Busy?”

Both you and Mason turn to the door to see Maria standing there, arms crossed over her chest. As usual. She looks as professional as always and you can definitely see why Nat used to have a crush on her.

“Hi, Auntie M,” Mason says around a mouthful of sandwich.

“Hi, Little M,” Maria shoots back with a small smile.

“Whatcha need?” You ask as you set the last few bites of your sandwich down and wipe your hands off on a napkin. Normally you would use your pants, but Mason doesn’t need to learn that habit.

“Nat’s jet is landing soon,” Maria says. She keeps eye contact with you. It’s comforting.

“Mommy’s home?” Mason asks. She drops her sandwich when she stands up and rushes out the door as your heart races.

“Mason wait!” You call and run after her, but she’s got a good start.

You hate when she runs off.

“Mason stop!” You shout after skidding around a corner and seeing Mason still heading toward the hangar. She doesn’t answer you, and she definitely doesn’t stop.

How was she faster than you?

How was she in better shape than you??

You jumped off the stairs to the hangar to try and land in front of Mason, but the landing jars you too much and you groan and fall to your knees. Good as new, you think cynically to yourself, what a load of bullshit. Tony was going to get an earful later.

The jet had already landed and Steve walked out as you managed to push yourself back up to your feet. You’re almost desperate to see Nat, but you feel a million times better when you see Mason jump into your wife’s arms.

She’s okay. You’re okay.

You walk the rest of the way, stopping just far enough away that Nat can’t touch you. It makes you want to cry that you’re worried about touching your own wife. But you’ve hurt her, you died, you can’t just pretend like everything is fine.

Even though it is fine. You’re fine.

Instead you stand there and cross your arms defensively over your chest. At least Mason is happy, and Nat looks happy to be home. They’re both chatting and laughing and smiling and that’s all you want. And you wait patiently until Nat looks up and locks eyes with you.

And it’s like everything around you disappears. You get the same feeling you had when you first saw her, and your palms get sweaty and your mouth is dry. It’s like nothing ever happened, nothing had gone wrong, you were just the happy family you used to be.

But you see that pain in her eyes. There’s a desperation that you only recognise because you’ve seen it in the mirror. And you know you’re going to have to talk about it, and you’re going to have a lot of talks about it. But you can see that she knows it, too.

Maybe that’s a start. But that’s okay. That’s fine.

So you step forward and wrap your arms around the both of them. Nat doesn’t stiffen like she has since you came back. No, this time she melts into you and you swear you hear her whimper, almost inaudibly. So you squeeze them tighter because you won’t hurt them again.

You pull back just enough to look at her, and only then are you so bold. Leaning down enough to kiss her, sighing into the feeling that you had missed more than life itself. That feeling of home.

“Gross,” Mason teases, and you feel Nat smile against your lips before pulling back and giving Mason a kiss on the nose.

“Any after-mission-requests?” You ask, and Nat just looks at you for a moment with teary eyes that she blinks back.

“I want to go home.”

And you both smile.

“Home sounds good.”