#saw this ask and kicked my feet and giggled all happy n shit

[inkyquince]

inky.. holy shit your remy, wren, and nicki au?? hottest shit I've ever read, my god and I fuckin love male readers so bless your SOUL for this. im losing my mind (positively) and i want you to kiss me on the lips in the most homosexual way possible

LOOK, MY LAST TWO WORKS I DID BEFORE SHARED BY THREE AU WAS VERY AFAB CENTERED AND LIKE

I KNOW THAT FUCKIN ANNOYANCE WANTING TO FIND MALE READER STUFF

cuz like, gn hits good, its inclusive and fun and amazing, but sometimes you want a specific thing met, and i've been neglecting my male reader stuff

and im really happy that im in DOL, because i remember writing a few male readers for other fandoms and i never got like... huge amount of traction but in dol, most male reader stuff has the same amount of engagment as fem reader or gn reader? which im really happy about, and that there are legit fans of our male reader stuck in a threeway hell

i remember searching for male readers and if they were some nauseating fluff with tom holland's weedy spider man, it was gn or just... fem reader with the male reader tags, which was annoying

like goddamnit, i need male readers to be sexualised and fussed over and kissed and tormented, dear LORD

IM VERY GLAD YOU LIKE IT, IM AIMING FOR REMY'S PART TO BE OUT ON THE 15TH AND NIKI'S PART TO BE OUT ON THE 31ST, AND THEN MAYBE REMY'S DAD PART TO BE OUT SOON AFTER THAT, SINCE THE HALLOWEEN EVENT WILL BE OVER

[spacebaby1]

Rindou Haitani's Girlfriend

Ran might get himself a girl that matches his freak on napping for 11 hours, but Rindou will absolutely get the humorous girlfriend.

The first time he met you was in 🎀police station 🎀he was 12 and had just gotten arrested with his brother Ran, who was 13 then. You sat with the handcuffs on, kicking your feet looking around and being so calm it made him question how the hell were you so calm. You just turned 12, and it was a day before your birthday party. The moment you noticed the as the police officer let him and ran sit on one of the chairs opposite from you, you waved at him with a smile. The officer went to write the report, and you got up from your chair and walked to sit next to them. "Nice hair!" You told Ran, "That's not a wig, right?" Ran laughed, shaking his head, and Rin rolled his eyes at you. "Why are a kid like you doing here?" Rin asked, "Oh, I just wanted to know how handcuffs feel like that's why I busted the cops car window to get arrested." You said with a smile, "No shit, are you crazy?" Ran laughed. "Aren't you too little to be arrested?" Rin asked, and you shrugged, "I'm twelve, I'm actually twelve tomorrow and I'm having a birthday party, hey, wanna come to my birthday party?" You told Rin with a soft smile. He felt his cheeks burn, and then you turned to look at Ran, "if you want, I'll write you the address." Ran just laughed, "you're one crazy girl. Happy birthday, by the way." Rin sighed, "Happy birthday, whatever." You laughed, "Aww, thank you, I'm Y/n!" Ran turned his side to face you now because he thought you were interesting, "I'm Ran, and this is Rindou. My baby brother." You smiled in an aww. That was the last time Rin saw you.

Five years later; he saw you again. Rin had just gotten some serious job done and was heading back home, walking under the cold nights with snow all over the streets. His eyes on his phone screen; reading an email Ran sent him when someone sprinted past him. He didn't bother to look until he heard the footsteps stop, and someone called out his name, made him almost jump. "RINRIN?" He turned back ready to attack whoever called him with hands in front of him and his heart almost stopped when he saw a girl, no, he saw you waving as you ran towards him happily? You caught your breath as you stopped in front of him, titling your head to side, "it's me! Y/n! Remember me the girl from the police station? Oh, that's funny to say." He blinked a few times before speaking and looking at your clothes that were not warm at all. You were dressed in a white shirt and baggy jeans with a weird hat that looked too big for your head. "Yeah, I remember you. You weirdo, why are you dressed like that in the middle of December? Are you trying to die?" He asked, rolling his eyes as he took his heavy sweater off and threw it over you. Making you laugh as you removed the sweater from your head, revelling your smile that made his breath hitch. "I'm jogging trying to run a mile and trying to find out if I can define the cold." He sighed, taking his sweater from your hand and putting your hands in it, then the other, "Yeah, define the devil when you die from cold and get thrown in hell." You laughed at his words. You looked behind him, "Where's your brother? Does he still have his long hair? Wait, your hair kinda looks cool!" Rin rolled his eyes, "you still remember him too. You shouldn't be out at this time of night all alone. You don't know what type of people are out here." You shrugged, taking your phone out and snatched his from his hand, "I'll save my number in your phone, here call me so I can save yours." You handed him the phone and waited for him to call. He looked at him phone then back at you and called. Your face lights up when your phone rang, and you waved it at him with a giggle, "I'll see you soon. Bye bye" you said before walking the other way.

Rin would lie if he said he didn't wait a whole day for you to call. He kept checking his phone every other minute. It's been a whole day now, and you still haven't called. Maybe you didn't care. It was around 12 at night when his phone rang. He picked it up without looking at the name, "RIN RIN!" He sat from where he was sleeping on the bed. "Y/n?" You laughed at his question, "Duh, who else would it be?" He tried to hide his stupid smile even if you weren't there to see it, "Why you calling me this late?" He tried to sound annoyed, but you laughed again. "I couldn't sleep, saw a really scary movie now I'm regretting life and I can't even get up to pee what if the lady with white dress attacks me in the bathroom?" He chuckled at your words rolling his eyes. "And you want me to do what?" He replied. "Stay on the phone with me until I fall asleep!" You replied excitement in your voice, and he felt his face burning; don't couple do these kinds of things? He thought. Nevertheless, he didn't mind staying on the call as you rambled about random things. He could hear you trying hard to stay awake by the time it was 3 in the morning so he decided to be the one talking as you just replied in a hum, he talked in a low voice until he heard you snoring softly on the other side of the call. He chuckled, "idiot. Sleep well." He whispered before putting his phone beside him still on the call.

When you decided to return his sweater, he "forgot" to tell Ran that you were coming honestly he kept asking Ran if he has to be somewhere so when you'll arrive you won't see Ran. Rin wasn't jealous. He's just Rin. Ran heard the bell rang and went to answer the door, "Yes?" He asked when he saw you; at first, he didn't recognise you until you smiled, throwing your hands open, "Ran!" His eyes widened, and he smiled, "Oh shit, it's my favourite prisoner! Come here. " He pulled you up in a hug, and you laughed, "Oh, look at you all grown up. How did you?-, wait, RIN? Y/N IS HERE!" Rin tried to act unbothered when he saw his brother wrap you in a hug, "I met Rin last week, and I came by to return his sweater." Ran looked at his brother, wiggling his brows as you walked behind Ran, Rin rolled his eyes, "she was jogging in a shirt and jeans, " Rin stated. You handed him the bag that had his sweater, and it smelled like you. "So Rin has been gatekeeping you from me? And look at you, you look so beautiful now. You've grown so much!" Ran said, holding your hands as he sat on the couch, and you were standing in front of him. He nodded with a smile, "Your hair changed. It's black here. Looks so cool." You said pointing at his hair, "thanks Gorgeous." You snorted at his compliment, "stawppp, you're making me blush." Ran pulled you to the couch beside him, "come sit with me. How have you been?wow, I can't believe you look so beautiful." Rin groaned, "you said that like a million times since she got here. It's been a minute." You laughed at the two brothers. Ran pinched your cheek, "No more jail, ha?" You shook your head freeing yourself from his grip. "No, sir." You said. Rin watched from where he stood at you talking with his brother. He wanted you to talk to him and sit this close to him.

You'd often run into each other on your way, and you'd always cling to Rin's arm, and he really didn't get bothered by it.

Late night calls were a regular thing. Rin would always wait for you to call him and ramble.

Until one night, you didn't call, nor has he seen you for two days in a row. He was working on a file when the bell ran at 1 am, he thoughts it's probably some random person that will go away ringing the bell on a rainy night but it ran again and he was ready to deal with whoever it was flinging the door open just when he was about to shout. Rin's heart dropped at the sight of you in tears, and you looked distressed as you hugged him crying. He's never seen you cry, and his mind went blank the moment he saw you crying and a small bruise on your lip immediately anger filled his eyes as he shut the door moving you in with him. "Who did this to you?" He asked, and you cried, "my boyfriend hit me." Let's just say that "boyfriend" now ex, apparently lost an arm the next day.

That night, Rin didn't let you leave his sight as he made you change into much comfortable pyjamas of his that looked way too big on you. He even dried your hair after the shower. You were tired, so he let you sleep in his bed, covering you with all his soft blankets as he went back to grab his laptop to work on a file. He sat beside the bed working when you moved in your sleep, brows frowned, he placed his hand on yours hushing you softly and You grabbed his hand in sleep pulling it closer to your heart. Rin's eyes widened, and he flustered, but he also knew you probably needed comfort after whatever you bo-ex did.

Rin didn't want you to leave him or the house when you can be here, safe. And you got used to his care that you just clung on him EVERYWHERE he went; he really didn't mind. It took you a few days to go back to your normal self, joking around and making Rin smile at your words, but it KILLED him every time he'd see that scar under your mouth. He wanted to KILL your ex, but you've long moved on.

You two didn't even make it official that you two liked each other it just happened. None of you asked the other if you'd date each other, but Rin would break anyone's hand if they even looked at you.

One day, you were liying on his lap on the couch watching TV, and you turned to look at him, "Are you my boyfriend?" You asked, making his face turn different shades of red, but he tried to look confident and looked down at you, "Yes?" That came out shaky. You nodded and went back to watching the TV only to get off his lap and cuddle his arm beside him; oh, you loved holding his arm and placing your face on his shoulder. You'd find different positions to sit near him, and each one never fails to surprise him. You got up and sat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his middle part and snuggling into him or you'd sit upside down on the couch beside him to which he always grabs you and pulls you on his lap with your head on his chest. "Hushh, sit still. I'm trying to watch this." You'll always fall asleep in his arms he's just that comfortable to you.

You have to hug his arms every time you sleep. And he just stares at you with a smile, glad that he saw you that day in the police station.

He's only soft for you and does everything you want and deserve, which is not much because you barely ask him anything other than his skilled cooking.

You are dear to him.

[bratzforchris]

Goldfish

Summary: Matt has a chronic illness that the nurses at his local clinic are all too familiar with. The new nurse in town hasn't had a chance to meet him yet, but what happens when she does?

Pairing: Matt x nursefem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of needles and blood, chronic illness, use of medical steroids, flirty nurse!reader (this is all fiction!), Matt is 20/reader is 23, Matt has a service dog!!

Word Count: Just over 2k

A/N: This is lowkey inspired by the experience I had a few days ago with a flirty nurse while I was in the ER (I'm still thinking about him--had me giggling n kicking my feet n shit like I was in a rom com [this is definitely a story time]). ANYWAY, Matt has PFAPA (my chronic illness!) here. It's usually a childhood thing, but some rare cases like myself don't grow out of it. You can read more about it here, if you'd like. Enjoy!!

Matt Sturniolo is all too familiar with his local pediatric emergency room. In fact, he’s been there so many times that the nurses have started to treat him as less of a patient, and more of a friend. “Hey Matt!”, “How’s YouTube going, Matt?”, “I remember you!”,  “I saw you last time!”, and the list went on. Some might ask why he still went there at almost 21, but when you had a chronic illness, it was best to see the people who had been caring for you for years if you could. These nurses had been caring for him at least once a month, ever since he was 12, and were usually quite skilled in how to manage the brunette’s comfort. 

Matt had PFAPA, which left him with high fevers and extremely sore, almost strep like sore throats every month. It was a miserable thing to live, and it really impacted his happiness, especially on days like today when he was having one of the worst flare ups he’d had in a long time and both Nick and Chris were unable to come along with him to the doctor. Luckily for Matt, he had his service dog, Emily, with him, but he still longed for a human companion as well. While some people wondered why he ‘needed’ a service dog, Matt’s disability was invisible. Emily would let him know when his flare ups were starting as well as laying on him to soothe his body aches and chills and helping with his anxiety at doctor visits. 

The nurse tech took him into the back rather quickly, running their usual tests of strep, the flu, and COVID. About 98% of the time, they would all come back negative, but the hospital staff liked to do all they could to make Matt more comfortable. Sure enough, the nurse practitioner stepped in about 30 minutes later, a sad look on her face. 

“How are you feeling, Matt?”

Matt shrugged, grimacing as his throat ached when he swallowed. “‘M not great.” he murmured, petting his pup’s head softly as the anxiety welled in his chest. 

“Well, everything came back negative,” she told, a sad look on her face. “We can test you for mono, though. You have a lot of the symptoms for that. That one is a blood test. We’re also going to give you an IV since you’re dehydrated.”

That sentence alone made him want to cry. Despite the tattoos and piercings he had, Matt hated medical needles. They hurt and they freaked him out. Sensing his anxiety, Emily scooted closer to Matt, whining softly and butting his leg with her head. Matt pet the dog’s head softly, steadying himself to get his breath. “Okay…” he breathed, steadying himself. 

The nurse practitioner patted his leg gently, hurrying out of the room to attend to her other patients. Matt began to panic, his breathing rapidly increasing as tears welled in his eyes. He didn’t want any of this. He just wanted them to tell him what was wrong so he could get some meds, go home, and sleep. Patting the bed he was laying on gently, Emily hopped up, curling into Matt’s side. The pooch rested her head on her owner’s chest, subconsciously working to slow the brunette’s heart rate. 

A few minutes later, another nurse and a lab tech stepped into the small room he was in, holding a tray full of supplies. Matt squeezed his eyes shut tightly at the sight, already dreading the feeling of getting blood drawn. Both healthcare workers were very kind, of course, whispering soft nothings to him as they patted his leg and prepared to draw his blood. They promised him that the procedure would be quick and easy, but those words never mixed well with a chronic illness. 

“Your vein rolled because you’re dehydrated. We’re going to have to draw from your other arm.” the lab tech informed him.

“O…kay.” Matt whispered shakily, trying to get his breath and the feeling in his hand back. 

The brunette knew that it was okay to cry, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing. He was a grown man, laying here in a kid’s hospital room, trying not to cry while they tried to draw his blood again in his right arm. Unfortunately for Matt, the dehydration he was experiencing from his extremely sore throat caused his vein to roll again.

“Oh sweetheart,” the nurse said sympathetically, patting his leg. “We’re going to give you a minute, okay? Let’s get some water and Gatorade in you before we try again.”

Matt just nodded as he was passed a mini water bottle and a cherry Gatorade. He was hearing their words, but honestly, he didn’t care. All he knew was that he was going to be poked and prodded again, and he didn’t like it. Emily snuggled into his side, whining softly and brushing her sandpaper tongue against her owner’s arm, trying desperately to get Matt to feel better. 

“Alright, honey,” the sweet, older nurse stepped into Matt’s room again, holding a fresh tub of supplies to draw his blood. “Let’s try it in your left hand, okay?”

Because chronic illness never made things easy, the third time was still a failure, leaving Matt with an already bruising hand and tears pricking his eyes. Before he knew it, he was being shoved a packet of goldfish crackers, a popsicle, and more water, being informed that he had to eat before they could try again. The snacks felt like swallowing shrapnel, making the boy cringe every time he had to swallow. 

“Hello, oldest patient of the day!” You cheered, practically walking into Matt’s room on a cloud of glitter. 

Matt jumped in shock, petting his dog’s head to calm his racing heart. “...hi…” he mumbled. 

“They called me in for backup,” You explained, a smile on your face. You absolutely loved nursing, and every day at your job truly felt like a gift. You’d graduated from nursing school last year at the top of your class and had been working in the pediatric emergency room ever since. It wasn’t every day that you had a patient who was 20, but you didn’t mind. “We’re getting this blood draw this time so you can get the fuck out of here,” You slapped a hand over your mouth. “Shit, I’m sorry. I hope you don’t mind if I curse.”

For the first time all day, a small giggled made its way out of Matt’s mouth. “No, I’m okay.”

“I see you have a buddy,” You commented. “That’s nice.”

“She helps my…anxiety.” Matt seemingly chose his words carefully, but they still made you smile. It was clear that the boy had a bond with his pup. 

“I’m gonna look at your tonsils first so we can get you some medicine to help you swallow and then we’ll draw your blood, okay?” You asked, wanting to make sure your patient was comfortable with everything. 

At the mention of a blood draw, Matt’s blue eyes widened with anxiety, his body becoming visibly tense. You had become in tune with this, sliding on a pair of pink latex gloves and patting the soft material of the pajama pants on his knee. 

“Hey, look at me,” You murmured softly, waiting for his response. Once Matt had looked at you, you chugged on. “We’re just chilling, okay? I’m not going to do anything yet.”

Matt nodded, letting out an anxious breath he’d been holding. “Okay.” he whispered. 

You grabbed the flashlight to look in his throat off the wall. “Alright, I’m pretty sure you know the drill,” You chuckled. “Open and say ‘ahhh!’...oh yeah, you’ve got an icky throat. That looks like it hurts. Although…did you have a blue popsicle? You’ve got blue tonsils. It’s rather endearing.”

Matt flushed, his ears going red as he nodded. You smiled softly, throwing away the cap and hanging the flashlight back on the wall. You gave the boy the steroidal liquid the nurse practitioner had drawn up for him to ease the swelling in his throat, a blush creeping onto your face as Matt scrunched his eyes up at the disgusting taste, quite literally making grabby hands for his Gatorade. 

“Fuck, that’s gross.” he whined. 

“At least you got it over with!” You hummed cheerfully, in a small aim to make him feel better. “Unfortunately, it’s time for the bad part, but we can make it a little less shitty if you want? Maybe you could play me some music? Something you like, okay?” 

Matt fiddled with his phone for a moment before landing on Dominic Fike’s latest release. You smiled at the lyrics, releasing this was one of your favorite songs at the moment. You prepped the materials needed to finally get Matt’s blood drawn for the mono test, patting his knee gently in an effort to calm his trembling frame as he rubbed his pup’s head. 

“Hey, can I tell you something?” You whispered shyly, setting him up for the procedure. “You’ve got goldfish in your teeth–it’s really cute.” You giggled, your own cheeks becoming red. 

The brunette whined, breathing deeply as you began to draw his blood. “That’s embarrassing.” he grunted. 

A few deep breaths and small, sad noises later, you had finally gotten the sample needed. “We got it!” You told Matt excitedly, placing a Barney band aid across the site. “All done!”

You bustled around the room, making sure Matt was comfortable, throwing away your supplies, and making notes on your clipboard. You helped the boy drink water and got him (and Emily) a blanket, before taking his samples down to the lab to get checked out. By the time everything was said and done, an hour had passed and Matt was asleep against the small bed when you knocked on his door. 

“Hey sleepyhead,” You giggled, stepping into the room. “Nice nap?” Matt fisted his eyes, nodding as you went over his discharge instructions. You always hated releasing patients with no explanations or answers as to why they felt so bad, but in cases like Matt’s, that wasn’t always possible. Your best bet was to make him as comfortable as possible here. “Do you have any questions?”

The brunette shook his head, finally able to speak now that the steroids were beginning to work their magic on his throat. “No, but thank you. You’ve been the best nurse I’ve had all day…maybe even ever.”

You blushed at the compliment, helping the boy stand since you knew he was already exhausted, dehydrated, and lightheaded from having his blood drawn. “Do you need help getting to your car? I actually just got off.” You murmured shyly, glancing at the clock on the wall. 

Despite Matt’s steadiness on his feet and his grip on Emily’s leash, the blue-eyed boy nodded all the same, a quietly flustered look crossing his face. You smiled yourself, maneuvering Matt out to his car with a firm, yet gentle hand on his lower back. Thankfully, the waiting room had quieted down quite a bit now that it was nearing the evening, so no one questioned or pulled you away from walking Matt out. It was a slow trek with your patient being a bit unsteady on his feet, but you didn’t mind. Matt’s presence made you happy in an odd sort of way; you hated that he wasn’t well and that this would continue to happen for him, but you couldn’t stop your mind from thinking about seeing him again. 

“I um…I hope this isn’t weird, but I would really like to see you again. Maybe another time? When you’re not in pain?” You coughed and chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck. 

He smiled as he slid into the driver’s seat, rubbing his aching head that was seemingly getting better just by being around you. “I’d like that,” he offered. “I’d like that a lot, actually.”

Matt didn’t end up leaving his trip to the hospital with many answers beside the usual ‘It’s your chronic illness’, but what he did end up leaving with was your phone number scribbled onto a pink sticky note that he had been given in the parking lot. 

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[winchester-24]

I cannot die in peace until the next part of "Sam choose between you and Ruby". It's soo damn good.

Thank you! I am so glad you like it! Here is the next part <3 Happy reading!

Also, there is violence and mentions of sexual themes so reader discretion is advised :)

Imagine Sam having to choose between you and Ruby (Part 3)

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Sam quickly gets up and blocks your view of Ruby from you.

“Y/N, please let me explain.” He is holding his hands up, the blood now dripping from his mouth. You glare at him, reaching behind for Dean to give you the demon knife. Dean knows what you are asking for and gives it to you in a knife case that you can clip to the back of your lounge pants.

“Sam, clean your fucking mouth off, that’s disgusting, and you don’t have to explain shit to me.” Sam instinctively wipes his mouth, hurt at your comment, when Ruby walks around him, draping her hand on his shoulder, now wearing his t-shirt. Just his T-shirt.

“Oh, don’t be mad at Sammy, little Y/N; you left him; I was just there to pick up his shattered heart, finder keepers, don’t you think?” She teased at you.

“Oh, you mother fucker.” You growled and pounced. You reached out and tumbled her down to the ground, going to punch her in the face. You feel hands try to take you off of her and Sam yelling your name.

“Let the bitch get what she deserves, Sammy,” Dean says, and you feel the hands come off you. You guess Dean will keep Sam distracted. You grab Ruby’s hair roots and take hold of her head to slam her head into the ground. She manages to get her knee in between you two, then her foot, and kicks her leg out to get you from on top of her. She climbs on top of you and wraps her hands around your throat, trying to choke you. She smiles down at you and giggles.

“I understand why you didn’t want any women around him, Y/N. That man is a monster in the bedroom. I didn’t know a man could do so many things with his mouth, and when he was venting out his anger was going rough- it makes a girl so hot, you know?” She sent you a little wink and applied pressure to your neck. You growl and reach around the floor. You feel a stiletto, assuming Ruby’s, and grab the base of it. You swing your arm up, hitting her in the temple with the heel tip. She cries out and backs off of you. You scramble on your feet and kick her in the stomach just because you want to. How dare she try to boast about Sam in such an intimate way when she should have never had her demon hands on him. You look for a belt or rope or something to bind her up, but she catches your ankle and pulls you, dropping you back to the floor. You groan and look up, seeing Dean is still fighting with Sam, keeping him busy for you. You need to finish this up quickly. You roll over, still feeling the knife under your shirt and tucked in the back of your pants. Ruby tries to start choking you again.

“He was telling you the truth; I haven’t seen him in weeks. I made him addicted to my blood so he would get stronger and then left; I wanted to hear him beg for me, that he needed me. I was going to wait a bit longer, but then I got wind that you were back in the picture, and I had to make sure he was still choosing me, which you saw in the PG-13 version of what we do when we are together. He is strong because of me, and he will kill Lillith. We are going to do it together.” Your vision was getting spotty as she was applying more pressure. You were trying to grab her hands off you. “You won’t be around to see it though, Y/N, so sorry- I can’t have you spoiling my plans.” When you know there is no way she is letting up, you squeeze your hand behind your back and grab the hilt of the knife. You make eye contact and smirk. Her face falters along with her grip.

“You’re not going to do shit with him, demon.” You swing your arm up to stab the knife in her chest. She screams as the knife kills her. You hear Sam scream her name. She falls backward as you push with all your might into her. You follow her fall, not taking your hand off the knife until you see her eyes staring blankly back at you. You spit on her.

“See you in hell bitch.” You say. You turn around and see Dean holding Sam back. He looked at you, and anger clouded his eyes.

“Why the hell would you do that?!” He yelled at you.

“Watch who the hell you’re talking to like that Winchester.” You piped back. Sam turns and punches Dean, who falters. Clouded by anger and the high of the demon blood, Sam starts hammering on Dean.

“Y/N,” Dean groans out. “a little help?” He tries to fight off Sam, but he is relentless. Sam and Dean fall to the ground as you look around. You see the kitchenette and open the cupboards. Grabbing the giant frying pan, you turn and see Sam on top of Dean, punching him. You get behind Sam and swing the frying pan on his head, making a loud boing! Sound before he slumps over unconscious on top of Dean. He groans from pain and the weight of Sam on top of him. You help him roll Sam off, and he looks at your hand.

“What is this, Tangled?” He grumbles, referencing a Disney movie you made him and Sam watch with you a few years ago. Dean grabs his head and wipes the blood from his nose.

“Shut the fuck up.” You say, not being able to hide a small smile. “Hurry up and clean yourself up. We have to take him to Bobby’s.”

“What’s at Bobby’s?” He asks as he holds a hand for you to help him.

“The panic room, we should be only an hour out if you speed.” He nods and looks down at Sam.

“Hopefully, you Rapunzeled him hard enough for the drive.” You look at him and roll your eyes.

“You can be so annoying, you know that?”

You guys cleaned up the mess you made, threw Ruby in the trunk, and started to drive. You weren’t a complete asshole; you called a hunter you met from the roadhouse to finish up the hunt for you; you know you will have to repay that debt someday.

“What are you going to do with Ruby?” Dean asks as you start the trip to Bobby’s. You smile innocently.

“I’m going to burn her to a crisp.” Dean looks at you like you are crazy, then mutters

“Remind me never to get on your bad side.”

Sam was out for three hours. When he woke up, he had a splitting headache and bruising from the punches Dean was able to land on him. He saw that he was not in the hotel but in Bobby’s famous panic room. He looked around and saw you were sitting in the chair across from him, legs crossed, reading a journal of some sort.

“You’re awake.” You say it without even looking up the page.

“What am I doing here?” You sigh and close the journal, setting it down on the little table.

“You’re sick. Ruby fucked you in more ways than one and now has gotten you addicted to demon blood. You are here to get better.” You stand and start walking to the door.

“You can’t keep me in here,” Sam said irritably. You whipped around and stomped up to him. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and got really close. Your eyes bored into his.

“If I had done what I originally wanted, you would be on the side of the road with only the clothes on your back to your name. However, your brother is like my own and wouldn’t want that. He would want your sorry ass to get better. So, you are going to sit here, go through this fucking detox, and maybe, just maybe, show your brother some damn gratitude for putting up with you and that whore for as long as he did. You’re sick, Sam. She has clouded your judgment and turned you into something you were always scared of becoming. The Sam I knew and loved would have NEVER let things get as far as they have. I burned your little girlfriend. She is still smoking in the back. Whether you like it or not, this chapter has been closed for you.” You shoved him back and walked over to the door again.

“Why do you even care? You hate me now.” Sam scoffed, but you could sense the heartbreak in his voice. You looked back at him.

“I do hate you, I can’t stand the sight of you, but I’m hoping the Sam I fell in love with- the Sam I am still in love with, the Sam that wanted to spend forever with me, is still in there somewhere, because I know for a fact you are not him, so I will keep you in here for as long as I need to in order to find out. Dean will be in with your dinner.”  You banged on the door, and it opened. Dean was standing there to let you out. You exited the panic room without glancing back at Sam, and Dean locked the door. You two made it up the stairs. At the top, he stopped you. You turned and looked at him.

“That was a little harsh, don’t you think?” He said.

“That wasn’t even a fraction of the hurt I had to experience because of him. You wanted him to break- he is going to fucking break.” You turned and started out the door. You turned back to him, and he was still staring at you. “Are you going to help me bury this demon?” Dean nodded and followed you to bury this last chapter of your lives officially and literally.

Week one of Sam's detoxing was a bunch of yelling. He would yell for hours, cussing out you, Dean, Bobby, and everyone. You would go down there, and he would be in the small window. He would be seething, ready to argue. So, you two would argue. Whatever Sam wanted to yell about; you would fight back. If he wanted to fight about Ruby dying, you would yell back about how you loved to kill her, how you were so glad you were the one that got to stick the blade in her. You would tell him how you wished you could have killed her and how it was so satisfying to watch her burn.

If he wanted to yell about how you left, you would fire back about how he made that choice. He chose a demon, and her disgusting,because he hated when you used that word, blood over someone he spent years with. He decided to fuck someone who never loved him over a woman that risked her life for him constantly. How, when he had the chance to follow you, he chose to have pity sex instead.

The arguments would always end with him having nothing else to say and stepping away from the window, usually followed by him kicking or throwing something—Bobby has had to replace the chair in there two times and the table three times.

Most days and nights, you only yelled at each other for 20 minutes max. There were only two nights where you yelled at each other for hours. Those two nights, you would sit in your room and drink, cry, and pray to anyone and anything for your Sam to return.

Week Two was a lot of desperation and a lot of bargaining. He would try to convince Dean to let him out when Dean brought him his meals. One day, Dean went to open the door in a moment of weakness for his brother; you just happened to be coming down at the time with the drink that Dean forgot and saw what was happening. You rushed to keep the door closed and locked, which caused Sam to start yelling and cussing you out for getting in the way. Dean was taken off food duty after that.

When Sam realized Dean wasn’t coming back downstairs, he tried to bargain with you. He would promise anything and everything. He vowed to escape the hunting life with you, marry you, and throw his phone away. Cut ties with everyone. Anything to try to get you to fold, he would try. He would bring out the puppy dog eyes you loved so much. It was a mask, though- it wasn’t the Sam you knew. So, you would scoff at him. Call him weak, and that a child could act better than he could, drop his food off, and go upstairs without another word. Grabbing another one of Bobby’s whiskeys off the shelf, you would head to your room. Between you and Dean, his alcohol bill was rising exponentially.

Midway through week two and into week three, there was silence. You would bring the food down, neither one of you exchanged words, and you would go back up. One afternoon, you were bringing down food, and you peeped through the window and saw Sam on the bed, sweating and shaking a little. His eyes were closed.

“Sam?” You called out to him. He didn’t answer.

“Sam!” You said louder again. He didn’t answer.

“Dean! Bobby!” you yelled for the two men upstairs as you opened the door to the panic room. You leaned down and grabbed Sam by the shoulders, shaking him.

“Sammy, wake up!” You said with urgency. You felt his forehead. Behind the sweat, he was burning up. You heard the clattering of boots coming down the stairs.

“What’s wrong?” Bobby said, stepping into the panic room, Dean right behind him.

“I don’t know he was like this when I brought his food down.” Bobby looked at Sam and felt his forehead the same as you did.

“The lack of demon blood must be finally getting to him. Any normal detox would have hit by now, but it’s not like we have a manual on how this addiction works.” He mutters. “I’m going to grab him some medicine, and hopefully that will calm his fever, but we will see. This isn’t exactly a black-and-white addiction case we are dealing with here. We have no idea how this could affect him.” Bobby turned and went to grab some medicine. You turned back to Sam, watching him shiver. Dean came forward and put a hand on your shoulder.

“He will be okay; I think we are making progress.” You sighed.

“I sure hope so.” Bobby came back with a fever patch that you put on his forehead, hoping that would be enough for now.

Sam woke up a few hours later. You were sitting in the chair that Bobby replaced multiple times when Sam threw his temper tantrums. The door was open, as you did not expect either Dean or Bobby to sit down with you while you waited.

When Sam woke up, he groaned and turned to his side. He half opened his eyes, and when he saw you, he rubbed them and opened them fully.

“What happened?” Sam asked.

“What do you remember?” You countered.

“I remember not feeling good, so I laid down. I remember feeling like my entire body was itchy and every part needed to be scratched. I remember being super cold and hot simultaneously, and then that’s it. I blanked after that.” He slowly sits up and sits on the side of the bed.

“You had a fever. I guess you passed out because of it because when I came down here, you were unresponsive, just shivering, and your forehead was burning up. Bobby gave you a cool patch, hoping that would help, but this isn’t exactly textbook on what to do.”

“Why are you down here then?”

“I had to make sure you woke up.” Sam looked at you, studying your face. It felt like he was trying to read what you meant by that. You stood up.

“Well, since you are awake, I will leave you to it, which means sitting here and letting the rest of the detox work itself out. If you start feeling like that again, yell for one of us.” You started to make your way out of the room. Sam called your name. You turned to look at him, and for once, you recognized him. You saw your Sammy. The sweet, caring, and amazing man that you fell in love with. Your heart jumped against your brain’s wishes, ready to run back into him and never let him go, never let him out of your sight.

“Yeah?” You replied to him.

“Thank you,” he said back. Your heart was using all its strength to pull you to him, to forgive him right then and there, but you couldn’t, not yet.

“We will see if you say that after this,” you quietly replied, walking out and locking the door behind you. 

But you had hope.

[19180901]

OSHSJSHSJSHSJSHJSNSSH I’M SO HAPPY THERES A NEW NINJAGO BLOGGFGGFFEHEHDHSHSHBD

OKAY OKAY OKAY WHAT IF LLOYD AND KAI (Seperate) GIRLFRIEND IS AN ELEMENTAL MASTER OF LAVA YES I KNOW ITS ALMOST LIKE KAI BUT THIS IS FANFICTION!

LIKE JANAI FROM THE DRAGON PRINCE WHENEVER SHE GETS LIKE REALLY ANGRY AND MY HOMEGIRL GOT SOME ANGER ISSUES HER ENTIRE BODY TURNS INTO LIKE LAVA TYPE OF SKIN AND THEY TRY TO CALM HER DOWN! IF YOU DONT WATCH THE DRAGON PRINCE I RECOMMEND WATCHING THIS

https://youtu.be/mIwidDvNins

JANAI STARTS TO TRANSFORM IN 01:04

OKAY SORRY FOR THE CAPS IM JUST SO EXCITED IM GONNA SHUT UP NOW

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OMGAGAHSHAH IM KICKING MY FEET AND SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW RN IM SO HAPPY I NEVER THOUGHT ID ACTUALLY GET REQUESTS AND LIKES AND SHIT LIKE THAT FROM THESE?? AAAAaaa a

IDK IF I SHOULD DO HCS OR A DRABBLE SO IM JUST GONNA DO HCS!! (SEND ME ANOTHER ASK IF YOU WANTED A DRABBLE, ILL MAKE ANOTHER VERSION !!)

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⤵ YOU'RE SO UPSET WITH ME...

. . 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐕 - 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ

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✣ . Kai and Lloyd (separate) x Master of Lava!fem!reader with anger issues !

➟ Lowercase intended.

➟ CW: Mild swearing, use of "princess" once. But overall it's just crack and fluff, and completely safe!

The timeline is up to you.

I didn't know if you were saying Janai had anger issues or the reader did, so I just gave the anger issues to the reader ahhajahahabba

I LOVE THE CONCEPT OF THIS SM

- <3

✣ . . 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇 .

oh boy, you were angry as fuck. and normally, he'd think he could handle your anger.

haha WRONG

girlie so mad she became lava. literally.

and he was scared. so, very, extremely scared.

you looked like you were about to wreck the whole monastery down😭

BUT kai being kai like the (adorable) dumbass he is, he thought that, as the elemental master of fire, naturally he'd be lava-proof.

lol wrong again woopsies💔

he tried to hold your hand to calm you down a bit but instantly regretted.

but once he saw you slightly calming down and lightly giggling at his absolute suffering, he had an idea.

he walked towards you to excute his stupid idea (which was doing tomfool-fucking-ries and other dumb stuff in your face to cheer you up;; which would have made you angrier), he tripped on the electro chicken thing and fell face-first on the floor.

he turned around onto his back, pain written all over his face, and groaned.

okay. well that was a fail.

but maybe not?!?@?@🤯🤯

still on the floor, he saw you, also on the floor, laughing your fucking ass off. he was about to pull out some sassy remark out of his ass when he saw that you were becoming like the usual again!

you were brushing your tears off, about to throw him some mocking comment when your breath was fucking squeezed out of your body because the mf you call your boyfriend jumped on you like some kid who met their dad again after 6 years.

"OH thank the first spinjitzu master you're not lava and angry anymore. pls don't do that again i'm sorry😞."

you couldn't do anything but just pat his head and accept his apology.

conclusion, angry y/n: -12/10 would not recommend.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✣

✣ . . 𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐌. 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍 .

holy shit?? you were lava??@?

this dude had no fucking clue on what to do, or what was going on.

he is the definition of the standing emoji (🧍)

it's not that he doesn't wanna help you or anything, my boy just has no experience on the "how to calm down angry girlfriend that turns into lava without dooming yourself" field ykyk 😞

at first he thought about pouring a bucket of water on you.

but he got scared you'd turn into stone or obsidian or smth and he'd lose you forever💀

so no pouring water on lava s/o.

so instead, he did what he thought was the most reasonable and logical thing to do.

he (very carefully) sat you down on the couch (or bed, idk) and let you rant/vent about whatever or whoever made you so furious you pretty much changed the composition of your skin cells and unlocked some kind of new power or something.

you ranted and ranted, and he did nothing but listen to you ever so attentively.

once you were done, he comforted you the best he could.

"it'll be alright, you are so much better than them anyway."

"their opinion on you does not matter if it's negative "

"you're so beautiful, no one can rivalize with your beauty, princess."

"i love you so so much. <3"

"do you, by complete hazard and coincidence, have their address? i'm just gonna... pay them a nice little visit. 😇"

you love him so ofc you give it to him ha😊😊

anyway he goes to get your favorite food and once he comes back with it, you're happy again👍

he's so proud of himself for that it's so cute

and after that you both live together happily ever after and have as many kids as you want whenever you want.

the end😋

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⤴ ...BUT I'M SO OBSESSED WITH YOU!

hihi hope you enjoyed this and don't forget to hit that follow and reblog button !!👍

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[marvelbxtch]

Maroon- Taylor Swift x Fem!Reader

Pairings: Taylor Swift x Actress!Reader

Description: You met Taylor at an award show in New York and fell in love. You went through many hardships, but you came out alive. When Taylor says she's writing a song about you and he wants you to help, you're eager to indulge her.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, cheating rumors, depression, soft making out, drinking, slightly smutty in a few parts.

Words: 1.6k

A/N: Midnights is a 10/10, Maroon but with a happy ending basically. I love fluffy Tay <3

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When the morning came

We were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf

'Cause we lost track of time again

Laughing with my feet in your lap

Like you were my closest friend

"How'd we end up on the floor, anyway?" you say

"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how"

I see you every day now

You woke up tangled in Taylor. Her arm was wrapped around your waist tightly, your face buried in her neck. You yawned, sitting up to look around. Your head was pounding, but you were coherent enough to smell burning.

“Oh shit! Taylor, we forgot the fucking incense!” you cried, scrambling over to your vinyl shelf.

Taylor startled awake, scrambling across the floor to you. You looked up at her and cracked up. There was a smoldering pile of incense next to an old vinyl you hadn't listened to in years. You giggled, looking at Taylor. She looked back at you and broke as well. You both laughed as you cleaned up the mess. You were both just happy you didn't burn the house down.

“Oh my God,” you smiled, wiping your eyes.

“Yeah.” Taylor returned the smile. “How did we end up on the floor anyway?” she asked.

“We got wasted on that cheap-ass rosè.” you smirked.

You sat down on the couch, Taylor following. You kicked your feet up into her lap, relaxing as much as you could. Taylor scowled at you but didn't make you move.

“Hey, I've been meaning to ask you this.” Taylor pursed her lips in thought.

“Yeah?” you cocked your head, waiting.

“I think you should move in with me. I want to see you every day. Wake up with you.” she murmured.

“Tay... I would love to.” you smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips.

-The Night You Met-

And I chose you

The one I was dancin' with in New York

No shoes, looked up

At the sky and it was

You stepped out of your limo, scarlet dress trailing along the ground behind you. Cameras began flashing and voices called your name. You posed for as many pictures as you could before moving into the venue. You were seated behind your idol, Taylor Swift. It was hard to keep yourself quiet. You'd looked up to her as you blossomed as an artist and actress. You were almost six years younger than Taylor, so you'd grown up with her music. You kept calm until the after-party. You were getting shots at the bar when Taylor came up behind you.

“Congratulations.” she smiled, leaning against the bar.

“Ohmygodthankyou.” you stumbled.

“Relax. I'm Taylor, even though I guess you know that.” she chuckled, reaching her hand out to shake yours.

“Y/N,” you murmured, shaking her hand. You felt your cheeks burn a deep scarlet, almost maroon.

Taylor looked up as the song changed to a slow dance. “May I have this dance, m’lady?” she grinned, bowing down dramatically.

“Of course.” you took her hand and let her lead you to the dance floor.

Taylor kicked off her high heels and you followed suit. Soon, you were swaying slowly, your head leaning against her shoulder. Taylor didn't tell you this until much later, but she fell for you that night. Her hands held you close, not caring who saw. At the end of the night, Taylor led you out of the venue. You had gotten to know each other throughout the night. You knew there would be headlines. But they wouldn't think you were a thing- after all, Taylor didn't date girls. You stared up at the sky, the lights illuminating the stars a near-red.

“Gorgeous.” Taylor sighed. You nodded, but you were only looking at her.

-The night before she asked you to move in with her-

The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine onto me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

You giggled, swirling your wine in your glass before taking a large gulp. Taylor smiled at you, that sparkling, intoxicating smile. You tried to lean forward to kiss her, forgetting in your drunken haze that you had wine in your hand. You splashed it into Taylor’s old white tee.

“Oh fuck, I'm so sorry Tay.” you put your glass down, covering your mouth with your hand.

“I-its okay.” she blushed. “Can I take the shirt off?” she asked quietly.

"Yes." you breathed. You looked down as Taylor slipped out of her tee.

"You can look, love." she whispered.

You looked up, forcing yourself to meet her eyes. Taylor took your breath away every time. Her body was gorgeous. You knew how long she had struggled with herself for years, and you took it on yourself to try and keep her from doing that.

"God, you are so perfect." you whispered. You slid over to her, tracing your finger over the birthmark on her collarbone.

"Can I kiss you?" she asked.

"Baby, you don't ever have to ask." you smiled. You pressed your lips to hers. Her hand found the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into her.

"I love you." she whispered, pulling back.

"I love you more." you smiled, pushing a stray hair behind her ear.

"Fuck-" she groaned, pushing you back onto the ground.

-A few months later-

When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy

How the hell did we lose sight of us again? Sobbin' with your head in your hands Ain't that the way shit always ends? You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us I feel you no matter what, the rubies that I gave up

You tried to control your breathing, tears flowing down you cheeks. You cradled your head in your hands, avoiding Taylor's looks. A bouquet of discarded flowers filled you head with a sickening sweet feeling completely contrary to your emotions.

"I'm sorry, okay? Those pictures looked like-"

"Like what? Like I was hugging an old friend? Yeah, they did. Taylor, I would never cheat on you, and its frankly insulting that you think I would." you spat, your anger overpowering your sadness.

"Y/N, you know what I've been through. You have to get it-"

"No, I don't. I've tried everything to make you comfortable, and to get you to trust me. But you don't. I can't do this with you tonight. I just can't. I'm getting a hotel room." you stood up, wiping the tears off your face. Taylor reached for you, but you moved out of her grasp. You grabbed your things and left, the door shutting with a slam.

"Fuck." Taylor whispered.

-Two weeks Later-

When I lost you The one I was dancin' with in New York No shoes, looked up At the sky and it was maroon

The past two weeks had been hell for you two, you'd come back home reluctantly. You loved her more than the world. But it was hard being near her when you felt so... betrayed. You woke up one morning next to Taylor in tears. She jolted awake, turning to look at you.

"Baby, baby what's wrong?" Taylor asked, eyes full of worry.

"I- I think that I've lost you. I just... I feel like I'm not who you want. I can't seem to forget what happened, no matter how hard I try." you whispered.

"Honey." Taylor sighed. She cupped your face, turning it towards hers. "You don't have to forget it. You shouldn't. It wasn't right. All you have to do is move past it. Grow from it, that's all I'm asking us to do." she gave a small smile.

You looked up at her and couldn't stop yourself from kissing her. Your lips met her in a love-filled, tearful kiss. She pulled back, pressing her forehead against yours.

"Look." Taylor pointed to your open window. You turned your head and gaped at the sunrise. A gorgeous sunrise painted the sky in a color you loved- maroon.

"I love you more than maroon." you whispered.

(A/N: I'm going to skip the rest of the song because it's not fluffy AT ALL- any who back to your regularly scheduled programming.)

-Three Years Later-

The past three years hadn't been without hardships, but you and Taylor had held strong. You knew Taylor had been working on a new album for quite some time, but you never thought she would want you to help for a song. You heard a knock on the door and you turned your head. Since you were an actress, this was one of the only times you would be home for a while.

"Hey, love. Can I talk to you about something?" she asked.

"Of course, what's up?" you put your book down, looking at her.

Taylor sat down on the bed next to you and gathered herself. "You know that I've been working on an album recently." Taylor trailed off.

"Mhm..." you nodded.

"I want to write a song about us. Our story. How we fell in love." she blurted.

Your face burned red. You'd always wanted to be a part of Taylor's life in this way, but you'd never had the opportunity to.

"Tay... that's perfect. I love that idea." you wrapped your arms around Taylor, pulling her close to you.

"Fuck, I'm glad you said yes. I've wanted to do this for years. I know the title." Taylor told you as she pulled back.

"Already?"

"Mhm. I'm going to call it Maroon."

[cas0214]

The Strongest

Chapter 6

A yuji itadori x reader fic

"What is this?" I asked Gojo in a rude voice.

"What's what?" He asked back.

"This." I said shoving a photo of me, my mom and some tall bulky dude with short black hair and had a scar on his lip. We looked happy. When Gojo saw it though his smile quickly went away and his face paled.

"Nothing." He said in a cold voice snatching the photo out of my hand and crumpling it in the process.

"Who was that man Gojo?" I said my voice raising slightly and I knew if he didn't give me an answer, I would start yelling at him.

" No one." He said in that same cold and rude voice that he used against the higher ups.

"Give me a godamn answer Gojo!"

"IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS Y/N!!"

"REALLY BECASUE THAT IS MY MOTHER AND YOU WON'T GIVE ME A GODAMN ANSWER ON WH-" I started to yell at him. My anger only rising.

"BECAUSE I KILLED HIM!!" 

It's not the way he yelled it at me

Not the way he just confessed to having murdered someone

 But the way his hand strikes my cheek

The way my body crumbled to the ground

The way my cheek was bleeding

The way there was a handprint

The way he didn't even realize

The way I looked at him

With fear

That was the first time I was afraid of Gojo Satoru

I never really get a good night sleep with the nightmares that plague my mind. Normally they wouldn't bother me but now I just wanted someone to hold me. Not the way Gojo does, with'fatherly love'. 

No, I wanted someone to hold me with'love love'. Someone who didn't care about what I've done or been through. What other people have done. Who would comfort me when I was mad, sad, annoyed, or in pain. Who wouldn't care if I went through a depression period. Someone who could make me smile with just seeing their face. Someone who could make me laugh, even if the joke was terrible. Someone who could make me blush with just the stroke of their finger on my face, my hand, my wrist, my bracelet, my-

I sat up in my bed to see the moon shining brightly in face and why hand rubbing the green bracelet. The bracelet. The oneYuji gave me. 

A giant smile grew onto my face as I fall back on my bed and bring my hands up against my red face. I start giggling like a mad man and start kicking my feet against the sheets. 

I did that for a long time

Just thinking of him

Yuji Itadori

What have you done to me

I want Yuji Itadori to hold me with that love you would bring me, every day. I want Yuji Itadori to comfort me when I get insecure from my past. I want Yuji Itadori to love me even though he knows about the shit I've done, what I been through. I want Yuji Itadori to comfort me when I get mad, sad, annoyed, or in pain. I want Yuji Itadori to hold me in his arms when I go through a depression episode. I want Yuji Itadori to make me smile by just seeing his face, his adorable smile. I want Yuji Itadori to be the one to make me laugh, even if the joke was terrible. I want Yuji Itadori to make me blush with just the stroke of his finger all over me. 

I sat back up on my bed with both my hands on my cheeks. My face hurts from smiling but...why would I think that.

"You can't get close to anyone my child."

No

Shut up

I can do what I want

"We would be the only ones you can love."

No 

Please just shut up

I want Yuji Itadori to hold me

I want Yuji Itadori

[iamasimperyk]

I am free -Fezco

Warnings: Abusive boyfriend(Nate Jacobs), angst, cheating, not proof-read

Summary: It was raining heavily and you got to Fez store. He welcomes you with open arms, not like Ash. You think a lot about your relationship and decide to do the right thing.

A.N; First time writing about Fez. Not the best, but I promise I will do better next time, at least I will try;)

Your parents always had something against Nate. Maddy was one of your closest friends, and they often heard her crying over Nate, so they didn't want you to go through the same shit.

However, you were happy with Nate. Yes, there were a few moments where you were a little scared of him, but he made it up to you every time.

People called it toxic, but for you, it felt like heaven. Maddy, Rue, and all the others had warned you about Nate and his violent behaviour, but you didn't listen to them.

It was like Nate had brainwashed you the last few months of your relationship. You stopped spending time with your friends, didn't come home often anymore, never went anywhere without Nate.

For you, it was love. For others, it was sick.

Your appearance also started to change. You often wore short clothes, wore strong make-up, had some bruises here and there. But nothing of that let you love Nate less.

He, on the other hand, knew exactly what he was doing and was enjoying that you were so fragile. You did everything he asked you to do. When he wanted to fuck you, you would let him even if you weren't in the mood. If he wanted you to wear something that wasn't your style, you would do it anyway, just to satisfy him.

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"Nate? Where are you?" You asked through the phone.

It was cold, raining for hours, and you were standing next to an old bus station, waiting for your boyfriend to pick you up for already an hour. Your day wasn't the best, and all you wanted was to be with Nate now.

"I am quite busy right now." He says with heavy breaths. In the background, you heard a quiet giggle, followed by moans.

"Oh, don't worry, I will just walk home. Love yo-" You were interrupted by him hanging up.

You were aware of the fact that he was cheating on you at this very moment. A tear ran down your cheek, but you wiped it away quickly. You loved Nate with every piece of your heart, but you were willing to let him go when that was what he wanted.

You didn't want to walk, but that was all you could do to get home.

After a few minutes your clothes were soaked, your hair was a mess, and your make-up ran down your face. Your feet also hurt, and you decided it would be better to get to some store, where you can wait for the rain to stop.

You looked around, seeing the gas station Fez worked at. Rue once introduced him to you, but since Nate and he didn't really get along, you never talked to him again.

You quickly made your way into the store, hoping that Fez wouldn't kick you out immediately.

Instead of the ginger, you were greeted by his brother Ash, well you supposed it was him. You never saw him in person, but Rue had told you some stories about him.

"You want to buy somethin' or you just staring at me?" The boy asked you a bit rudely.

"Could you maybe tell Fezco that Y/N is here? He will know who I am." You replied, still shaking because of the cold.

He rolled his eyes but left for a few seconds before he came back with his older brother. "Whatcha doin' here?" Fezco asked you, a bit confused.

"Nate didn't pick me up like I thought he would, so I had to walk. I am all wet, and my feet hurt. I wanted to ask if I can wait here till the rain is over." You mumbled, visibly embarrassed.

Fezco was known for his kindness and would have never told you to leave. He also knew about Nate abusing you and tried his best to warn you but you never listened.

"Get some blankets." He told Ash, which he didn't question, even if he wanted to.

Fez and you were left alone. You didn't know what to say, and also Fezco was tongue-tied. He wanted to ask you a lot of things, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

When Ash came back with two blankets, Fezco quickly took them and wrapped them around you.

He carefully laid one of his hands on your lower back and guided you to the back of the store. Ash followed the two of you, slightly confused why his brother even allowed Nate Jacobs' girlfriend to stay here.

"So, Nate's girlfriend. Care to explain whatcha doin' here?" Ash asked after you sat down on the sofa.

"I already told you-" You started but got interrupted by him.

"Please, cut the bullshit and tell us why you came here when you could have gone somewhere else to warm up." He said coldly. He never liked it when people took advantage of Fez.

You let out a sigh, "Rue introduced me to Fezco once, and I actually like him, but Nate didn't want me to talk to him, so I never did. He didn't pick me up because he was too busy fucking around, and I just happened to come here."

"Oh, so you want my bro to be a replacement for him?" He hissed, whereupon Fez glared at him.

You quickly shook your head, "No, I swear on my life that wasn't my plan. I really just needed a place to warm up and wait for the rain to stop. Fezco is a nice guy, but I am still in a relationship with Nate."

"Leave her alone, bro. It's not Y/N's fault, her boyfriend is an abusive asshole." Fez interfered, being uncomfortable with the whole situation.

"I think we will break up soon. I mean, Nate clearly isn't in love with me anymore. Even if I love him, I want to make him happy. If breaking up makes him happy, then I am okay with it." You mumbled and looked down, fiddling with your fingers.

The brothers shared a look before Fezco spoke up again, "You're a good person according to what you just said. Dump that asshole and find yourself someone else.

You gave him a small smile, quietly thanking him. In the corner of your eye, you saw how Ash rolled his eyes, which made you a bit sad, but it was also understandable.

The rest of the time, it was quiet. You looked out of the window, watching how the rain poured down the sky. Slowly your thoughts wandered back to Nate again, but they quickly got interrupted by someone entering the store.

Ash got up, glancing at you, and walked back to the front of the store.

Faz cleared his throat before he started to speak, "Sorry for him. He just doesn't like Nate, neither do I."

You understood him. Nate wasn't fun to be around when you weren't close to him. The more you thought about it, the more you noticed that Nate had a bad influence on you.

Maybe they were all right, and he really was toxic and sick.

You took out your phone and looked at it for a few minutes blankly. You took a deep breath before blocking Nate everywhere.

Fezco looked at you, surprised, since he saw everything, but didn't say anything.

You closed your eyes, a tear slipping out before you opened them again with a small smile, "I am free."

Fez chuckled and nodded, "I'm proud of you, and I'm sure you'll find someone else soon. I mean you're hot, smart, pretty, and so much more."

You turned your head to him and gave him a soft smile, "I already have someone else in mind."

The both of you looked at each other, no one daring to lean in. When Fez finally wanted to make his move, he got interrupted by his little brother gaging.

"Shit, not Jacobs' girl." He muttered under his breath.

You blushed and quickly stood up, not wanting to look at Fez.

"I am sorry, Ashtray. Nate did awful things, but I understand that now. I think your brother isn't mad at me, and I hope one day we two also can be friends." You smiled down at him before placing the blankets on the sofa.

After one last glance at Fezco, you hurried out of the store. It was still raining, but you finally felt alive again.

[naturesapphic]

For a valetines day ask I was thinking of biker Nat wanting reader to be her actual girlfriend. Nat stopped flirting and sleeping with others because she secretly loves reader, months ago but reader assumed she hadn't so didn't say anything. Reciprocated love and all that fluff 💕

About time

Biker!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

Warning: fluff and a little bit of cursing

I got off my bike and placed the kickstand on the sidewalk near y/n’s house. I’m planning to ask her out out today since it’s Valentine’s Day. My crush started about a few months ago and before that we have known each other for about a year. We met at the bar she worked at. One night when I decided to check the place out with some of my buddies, I saw a couple of drunk guys trying to take her home and something came over me and I instantly got protective over her.

I went over to the group of guys with my friends and we started beating them up. Of course we all got kicked out by the manager but I gave my phone number over to y/n asking her if we could hang out some time. Then the rest was history.

I held the bouquet of (y/f/f) in my hand with some of your favorite chocolates in the other hand. I nervously walked up to your door and knocked on it as I wait for you. You let out a “I’m coming” and a clicking of heels was coming closer to the door signaling me that you were close. Soon you opened the door to reveal yourself wearing a (y/f/c) sundress on.

Nat was in complete awe of you and was admiring how beautiful you looked until you had to snap your fingers in front of her face to get her to answer you. “Nat!” You said as you pulled your fingers away from her face as she came back from staring at you. “W-what? Oh shit sorry.” Nat sheepishly said she rubbed the back of her neck. You just smiled in response and took her hand to lead her inside.

“Who are the flowers and chocolates for natty? Is it for one of the girls you’ve been sleeping with? Who was it again? Wanda right?” You questioned as you walked into the kitchen to get y’all some drinks. Nat looked down at her boots finding them interesting and suddenly got really nervous. She responded in a small voice “n-no…they’re for you.” Nat stuttered as she held your gifts out to you.

You blushed and took them from her and set them on your counter. You rushed over to her and gave her a big hug. “Thank you so much Nat! I love them!” You exclaimed as a wide smile appeared on your face. Realized hit you square in the face and you frowned. “Aren’t you still sleeping with Wanda and those other girls? If so then you can take these flowers and chocolates back because I’m not being your fuck buddy.” You snapped at her.

Natasha frowned and shook her head no immediately. “No! I stopped sleeping with them months ago because I fell in love with you!” She spat out and she covered her mouth with her hand in shock. You gasped and walked over to her carefully. “Y-you love me?” You questioned her as you stared into her tough but soft green eyes only reserved for you. She shyly nodded her head and you smiled up at her.

“I love you too natasha. So much.” You said as you cupped her face and kissed her passionately. Natasha smiled and kissed you back with just as much passion as she picked you up in her arms and starting spinning you around. You giggled in happiness and Natasha put you back down on your feet smiling down at you. Natasha has never loved anyone as much as she had with you and she can’t wait to start a future with the love of her life.

A/n: I hope y’all enjoyed. I’m sorry I posted this so late, a lot has been going on but I’ll try to starting posting every other day now! :)

Make sure to stay hydrated and to rest! I love you guys!

[buckysbabygorl]

Hello! Idk if you’re currently accepting requests right now and if you aren’t, feel free to ignore or delete this! If you are, I would like to request a fluff oneshot with the reader (who possesses the ability to fly with wings) is practicing with their ability outside of the avengers compound one afternoon and standing in the field is Bucky, just watching them with pure adoration. 🥺

I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR THE LENGTH OF THIS REQUEST 😭

Flight Risk

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

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“MOTHER FUCKER!”

Y/N fell once again as she took lift off.

At least she had manage a few feet this time.

Holy hell was this hard.

She looked to the clouds from her position in the grass, admiring the fluffy clusters above her. When she was younger, her mother told her they were made of the fallen feathers of angel wings, accumulating in soft mounds throughout the sky.

She reached to touch the end of her own wings, though they weren’t white, she liked to think that’s what the clouds above her felt like.

She knew they didn’t, in fact they didn’t feel like anything. Just cold, moist. Or so she had been told. She hadn’t felt them herself yet.

Her wings hadn’t been operational that long ago: DNA splicing experimentation and strenuous surgery had only produced these miraculous appendages on a  whim, she had been the only successful subject. There could have been more, but thankfully the Avengers stepped in once hearing that Zola’s previous experimentation had influenced a small group of mad scientists to use similar technologies. Kidnapping thousands of travellers throughout the decades and only recently been finding themselves successful in their results. They attempted to give people gills, fins, horns, hooves... and in Y/N’s case, wings.

They couldn’t send Y/N back into society; they knew she wouldn’t be accepted or be able to live a normal life. She was free to return to civillian life if she chose, but the team made her aware that she was more than welcome to join them.

So she did.

She surprisingly had proved herself to be a usefull asset, wings aside. She was strong, fast, cunning, high above the rest (both literally and metaphorically). She was a superhero now.

But unfortunately, she had no capabality of flying.

“I can teach you,” Sam said, “It’s not that difficult.”

“Your wings don’t count,” Y/N said, “Yours are mechnical. Mine are natural.”

“Well, as natural as science experiments can be.” Bruce said.

“Shut it,” she teased.

Technology aside, Sam had seemed like the only one with somewhat similar experiences to teach her some minor details.

He gave her the basics, but she was alone now.

Huffing, she lifted herself from the ground and dusted her clothes off. She shook out her wings, adjusting her shirt so that they didn’t bunch at the shoulders.

“Come on, you got this. Just bend, brace, expand, flap--”

She tried again, shooting up with wings narrowed. She then unfurled them as she rose higher into the air, but as another gust of wind came she found herself faltering and tumbling back down.

Bucky took out his earbuds as he jogged by. He hadn’t noticed her before, adjusting to the early morning hadn’t left him very observant of his surroundings. He watched as her wings spread, her eyes on the sky above. He couldn’t help but chuckle as she struggled to stay up, frustration scrunching her face.

“You okay? He called out.

She rested her hands on her knees, looking up at the voice. A small smile breaking her thoughts as she realized who it was.

“Yeah.” She called back.

He jogged to her place in the open field, slowing as he neared her and stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Flight practice?” He asked.

“Not really,” she said as she crossed her legs, “It’s more ‘breaking for impact’ practice at this point.”

He laughed softly, bending to sit beside her as she checked her knees for scrapes.

“I take it Sam didn’t really give you the best advice.” He said, reaching out to run his thumb over a small bruise on her shin.

She sighed, “Well his heart’s in the right place but--we’ve got different mechanics. I don’t think he can relate to this. Not that many people can...”

She ran the back of her hand along the length of her wings, flicking upwards as she reached their soft end point.

Bucky admired the light brown color of her wings, reminding him of the sparrows that sometimes stopped on the windowsill of his bedroom. 

He was never really subtle with his staring, Sam had actually labelled it as his biggest problem. She wasn’t an exception to that; he often found his eyes chasing after her as she exited rooms, her expansive wings encompassing her figure. 

“One day she’s gonna catch you staring,” Sam warned, “you better hope she doesn’t kick your ass. She could get the wrong idea...”

Bucky didn’t like that her phrased it that way; as if he was gawking at her. He wasn’t looking at her like she was some freak, or a circus sideshow. It was more like... admiration.

She was beautiful.

He thought she was beautiful.

If anyone had taken a glimpse into his mind, it would be easy to understand that he wasn’t looking only because the wings were breathtaking, he felt she was too.

“Can I?” He asked.

His hand was held out in a loose open palm, just above the bed of feathers.

She nodded, and he ran his knuckles slowly along the length in the same way she had before.

They tickled slightly, the nerve endings in his fingers seemed to buzz. His hand shook slightly as he flicked upwards at the point, and she giggled quietly.

“It tickles when you do it.” She said.

He smiled, “Same here.”

He gently picked at blades of grass that had stuck to her wings,  “How long have you been out here?”

She looked up at the sun, noting its change in height.

“A few hours I think. I didn’t want anyone to see.”

“Well, sorry for the intrusion then.” 

She shrugged, “It’s alright. I like having you around.”

A blush creeped up his cheeks, and he ducked his head more, pretending to really focus on pulling out grass.

“So--uh, where do you think you’re going wrong?”

She chuckled at his bluntness, only further embarrassing Bucky.

“I don’t know. In my lift off I can’t make it stick. It just doesn’t feel natural.”

“Alright”, Bucky wasn’t sure how to help her, it wasn’t like he had any personal experience himself. “Well, what does feel natural?”

“What do you mean?”

He leaned back to lie on the grass, hands cradling his head as he looked up.

“I guess--I mean, when you look at birds, they just start flapping. That’s natural for them. Humans don’t fly; Sam’s wings are mechanical…”

Y/N realized early on in their relationship that Bucky had a tendency to ramble; though he liked when others were “to the point”, he lacked that quality himself. But she knew if she was patient, he’d get there eventually. And truthfully, she quite enjoyed listening to his tangents.

“...so Sam’s advice is based off what the wings are designed to do. Maybe you need to try testing it out the natural way. Move your wings in a way that feels right. Does that make sense?”

No, it didn’t.

But she smiled anyway, “Kind of. Like, don’t think about it and see where my body takes me?”

He chuckled, “That’s a weird way to phrase it, but yeah, something like that.”

Suddenly she stood up, making Bucky jump slightly.

She was no longer looking at him, only closing her eyes and expanding her wings.

He liked that she was a “0 to 100” type of person, out of nowhere she’d get an idea and then it was all action.

She let the wind ripple through her feathers, and she tried to gauge the current off her wings.

Don’t think about it… what feels right?

She couldn’t put it into words; but as she focused on her surroundings, feeling the breeze… some kind of instinct came over her.

Wait…

Bucky intently watched as she inhaled; steading herself as her wings unfurled.

Wait…

As the sun gleamed behind her, leaving him completely consumed in her shadow. 

It was breathtaking.

Her eyes snapped open.

Now.

The sudden flap of her wings threw Bucky back, the hard beat shooting her upwards and leaving him in the grass.

Each stride she took was with purpose, and before they knew it she was flying higher than she ever had before.

Bucky stood, laughing and smiling in awe as she soared along the current.

The wind roared in her ears, so loud she could barely hear her own laughter.

She was amazed, she was flying.

She let the wind pull her, ducking her wings and shooting off in another direction.

Bucky spun around in circles as she flew around him, trying to catch her figure against the blinding sunlight.

He was dizzy, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“Jesus Christ,” he said to himself. He cupped his hands over his mouth to amplify his voice, “You’re flying!” He screamed.

“I’m fucking flying!” She screamed back.

Just wait ‘til Sam saw this.

But then she got cocky, dipping further than she should’ve.

She caught a draft that clipped her wing.

It was too late to catch herself before she was fluttering to the ground.

“Shit!” She screamed.

“Shit.” Bucky muttered.

He started running in her direction, arms reaching out like he was catching a football.

“I’ve got you,” he cried, “I’ve got you!”

He caught her just in time, bracing for impact as they both crashed into the ground.

Hair windswept and cheeks red, Y/N screamed out in happiness.

“Oh my god, did you see that? Did you see me?”

He couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head as she dramatically recounted the experience, his arms firmly holding her against him.

“And then I was like whoosh and the wind came and it was like AHH and then--”

She was cut off by his lips on hers.

His lips were soft, his touch surprisingly gentle for such a gruff man…

Her eyes closed and she pressed further into him, deepening the kiss.

He pulled away, leaving her more shocked than the flight had.

“I’m sorry,” He started, “It’s just--”

He looked into her eyes, unable to explain it all. How could he? She was just...

“--I think you’re amazing.”

She smiled back at him, “Oh I’ll show you amazing.”

Her hands wrapped around his collar as she pulled him back in for another kiss.

Bucky would have to remind himself to interrupt flight practice more often...

~

I hope you enjoyed @halietigges this request was so fun to make!

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[baroquebucky]

fool for you

bucky just wants to be with you forever

word count: 1.9k

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a/n: hi bffs !! hope u are all well <33 pls enjoy this v fluffy one shot inspired by own post :’ ) let me know what u all think !!

You were tired, your eyelids felt heavy and you struggled to pay attention to the tv. Your head falling to the side as you drifted off, eyes shooting open when you realized you were falling asleep. You got up quickly, splashing your face with water and settling back on the couch, rubbing your eyes and focusing on the tv again.

1:57 a.m.

You checked your phone in hopes of a “five minutes away :)” text from bucky, but there was none. You yawned again and changed the channel, flipping through some channels to try to wake you up before deciding to just switch to netflix instead.

You smiled as your favorite show played, nuzzling into the blanket bucky had given you and focusing on the show. The sound of keys rattling woke you up, you hadn’t even realize you had fallen asleep.

“shit” bucky whispered as the door slammed into the wall. “sorry” bucky spoke, apologizing to the wall before dragging his suitcase as quietly as he could. He kicked off his boots and his eyes landed on you asleep on the couch.

“buck?” you mumbled, willing your eyes open. Your vision was fuzzy and you could hear the tv still playing, you moved a little, forgetting you were on the couch and slipped off the edge. You couldn’t even process that you had fallen by the time bucky caught you in his arms, smiling at you.

“hi doll” bucky smiled at you, kissing your forehead gently and easily lifting you in his arm. He turned the tv off and carried you into your shared room, gently placing you on the bed.

“what time ‘s it?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes and yawning, finally waking up.

“almost 3” he smiled at you softly, rummaging through his drawer and taking out a change of clothes. You nodded as he pulled out a black t shirt and some boxers, walking towards you and kissing your temple.

“I’m gonna shower doll, you can go to sleep” he assured you and you nodded, knowing full well you’d end up waiting up for him anyway.

“don’t slip” you smiled and he rolled his eyes, waving you off with a small smile on his face.

“it was one time!” He groaned before closing the door to the restroom.

You smiled to yourself as you heard the shower turn on, rolling over to your side and closing your eyes. The sleep that had been taking over you earlier was nowhere to be found. You kicked the covers off you and groaned, frowning as you stared at the ceiling. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and scrolled through Twitter for a while, waiting for bucky to finish showering so you could cuddle up to him and fall asleep.

You could feel yourself growing hungry, glancing at the time on your phone you frowned a bit, it was already 3:07 am. you drank some water and tried to fall back asleep, cuddling into your pillow and letting out a soft sigh when you finally got comfortable. Right as you were finally going to sleep bucky opened the restroom door, the sound making your eyes shoot open and heart race. 

“did I wake you?” bucky whispered, a frown on his face as he heard your heart rate quicker than usual. You shook your head with a small smile. He knew you were lying but he didn't say anything, he just threw his dirty clothes in the laundry basket and settled next to you under the covers. He threw his right arm around you, pulling you closer to him and kissing the top of your head. 

“g’night doll” he mumbled and closed his eyes, already falling asleep from how exhausted he was. 

“goodnight buck” you replied softly, closing your eyes and relishing in the feeling of his arm around you. It was silent, with only the sounds of the city flowing through the Brooklyn apartment. 

Then your stomach growled, causing bucky to looked at you with wide eyes and you stifled a giggle. You mumbled a ‘sorry’ before closing your eyes again, hoping it wouldn't keep growling. 

You were wrong. Your stomach was relentless, and finally you got up, slipping from Bucky grasp and scurrying into the kitchen to find something to eat. Bucky felt your absence almost immediately, he opened his eyes and frowned, getting up and making his way into the kitchen. 

“didnt mean to wake you angel” you apologized as he walked towards you. He shook his head and wrapping his arms around you, letting his chin rest onto of your head. His eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed into him, your arms snaking around his waist and leaning your head against his chest. The sound of the microwave made you pull away from him, grabbing the hot cup of Mac and cheese and setting it on the dining table, Bucky soon following you and sitting next to you. 

“now im hungry” he frowned and you laughed, giving him some of your Mac and cheese which he gratefully ate. Within minutes the small bowl of Mac and cheese was empty, the two of you still hungry.  You stared at bucky, a small smile creeping onto both of your faces. You were both thinking the same thing. 

“no we shouldn't” you shook your head and bucky agreed. 

“yeah no its almost 4 we should get to bed” he replied, you both got up, making eye contact before bursting into a fit of giggles and smiles, heading straight towards the kitchen and definitely not bed. You pulled your phone out and put on some music. 

“you were thinking about French toast right?” you asked and bucky smiled, already opening the fridge for the ingredients, you grinned and you opened the pantry to get the other things you needed. You both sang along to the music softly, swaying to the beat. 

As bucky made the mix you grabbed the bread and two plates, heating up the pan and putting some butter on it, letting it melt. You moved easily in the kitchen with bucky, ever since you had moved in together everything just seemed to work for you guys. 

As you dipped the bread into the batter before putting it in the pan. Turning to bucky and using the spatula as a microphone, singing along to some 40s song you had added for bucky. You smiled as he took the spatula from your hand, setting it down and grabbing your hands, dancing along to the song. 

Bucky had the brightest smile on his face as you followed his lead, letting him twirl you around as the song played. You looked up at him as he danced with you, meeting his light blue eyes. Your eyes met and bucky couldn't stop himself. 

“I can't wait any longer oh my god” he rushed out, letting go of you and rushing back into the bedroom, leaving you along in the kitchen. 

You frowned, did you do something wrong? You focused back on the French toast, flipping the slice so it wouldn't burn before placing it on Buckys plate. You frowned as you looked for the powdered sugar. Realizing you hadn't taken it out you turned around to get it, your back to the bedroom door. As you searched for it your mind raced, was he breaking up with you? Was he just really tired?

Meanwhile Bucky was rummaging through all his drawers, wondering where the hell he put the ring he picked out with Steve seven months ago. His heart was racing as he heard you cooking the french toast, confused as to why he left you. Finally he found the black velvet box in the back of his sock drawer, smiling as he ran back out to meet you in the kitchen. 

Bucky saw you facing the drawer, so he wasted no time sneaking up behind you and getting down on one knee silently, opening the small box to reveal the ring. 

You finally found the powdered sugar, opening it and turning around. You turned quickly, eyes immediately landing on bucky, right in front of you. 

On one knee. With a ring.

You dropped the powdered sugar, causing it to land all over you, bucky and the ring. Your hands flew to your mouth as he smiled at you brightly.

“are you joking? this is a joke right?” you questioned and bucky shook his head, still on one knee despite having powdered sugar all over his shirt. 

“y/n I love you so much, I wanna spend forever with you. Everything feels so right with you I just- its like we’re just meant to be, I can't imagine a life without you. I wanna make you happy, I wanna travel the world with you, I wanna dance in the kitchen at 3 am and make French toast at ungodly hours with you for the rest of my life” he rambled, you felt your ears burning as he continued, your mind still processing that he was actually proposing. 

“-I love how competitive you are and how excited you get over anything and everything, I just love you so much-” he cut himself off when he looked at you for the first time since he started rambling, smiling softly up at you as you looked at him, fondness in your eyes and a tear rolling down your cheek. 

“will you marry me?” he spoke, breathless. 

Never in your life have you nodded so quickly. 

“yes, of course yes” you whispered and bucky smiled, jumping to his feet as you cupped his face, crashing your lips onto his, smiling into the kiss. You pulled away with a sniffle, smiling as he took your hand and slid the ring on, he blushed at the sight of it. 

You looked at each other with a smile, kissing once more before you realizing the french toast was cold by now. You pulled away quickly, grabbing the powdered sugar bag from the floor and sprinkling some lightly on your plates. 

“sorry about all that” you laughed, motioning to the powdered sugar all over the two of you and the floor. Bucky just grinned, waving it off as the two of you ate the French toast, a smile never leaving either of your faces. Both pf you giggling as the sun came up and birds began to sing. 

Not long after you finished Bucky cleaned up your mess, you changed into one of his t shirts and slipped into bed, a smile on your face as he walked into the room, taking his shirt off and slipping out of his sweats before moving into bed next to you. 

You wasted no time as he laid on his back, moving his arm so you could rest your head on his chest. He cradled you gently as you got comfortable, kissing the top of your head once you settled in. 

“love you so much angel, can't wait until we get to spend forever together” you mumbled with a smile on your face, already drifting off to sleep. Bucky smiled at your words, letting his fingers run through your hair. 

“and I love you more than yesterday” he whispered, “but less than tomorrow.”

Bucky meant his words. He meant them with everything he was. He fell in love with you everyday. He always found himself falling deeper and deeper, but he never complained. Now could fall in love with you for the rest of his life.

[metalhurricane]

Eddie Munson x Goth! reader, part 5

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Note : y/n repeated one year, so she’s 18, Eddie’s supposed to be 19-20. y/n’s shorter than Eddie

6:07pm. 

y/n sighed as she completed her homework. Well, completed’s a big work, she basically did the bare minimum, not double checking. 

“Ah that shit is pointless.”

She then prepared her bag for the next morning, before going downstairs to help g/n by putting the plates and preparing the table. Her grandma made dinner, some homemade lasagna with a salad, one of y/n’s favorite foods. As they were eating together, y/n talked about her first day at school. All of it, the bad... but mostly the good. She said that she met a whole group of people like her, especially one...

grandma : “One day in, and you found yourself some boy already” she giggled y/n : “nanaaaa ! he’s very sweet, and we are friends. That’s what he said.” she smiled grandma : “yeah, yeah whatever. Don’t forget that I was too a young lady, once. Even though it was quite some time ago... I haven’t forgotten about it.” she said with a soft smile. y/n : “yeah... but I’m happy I found likeminded people here...” grandma : “and I’m happy for you too darling” y/n : “By the way...” she said, playing with her fork. Something g/n caught on immediately grandma : “what kind of shenanigans did you planned again ?” y/n : “...we’re going to meet up later, and go to the arcade in town.” grandma, sighing : “well, don’t get yourself into trouble. Understand ?” y/n nodded : “yes nana.”

They kept eating the rest of the lasagna, while talking about g/n’s plants, and what she did today. 

y/n : “oh, by the way... did you move some of my stuff in my bedroom ?” grandma : “no, why?” y/n : “oh... weird. that must have been me, it’s nothing.”

After dinner, y/n helped to clean the table and wash the dishes, while her grandma asked her if she wanted to eat any cookies or cake for dessert, which y/n politely declined. “Maybe when I’ll get home later if I’m hungry.”

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7:12pm

“And don’t forget, I said 9:45, which means you need to be HOME at this time.” “Yessss mom, see you later !”

Dustin said, as his mother kept on rambling behind him. He quickly jumped on his bike and went to Mike’s house. When he arrived, Mike was waiting for him, sitting on the porch, reading a letter.

Dustin : “hey” Mike : “hey.” Dustin, pointing the letter : “El ?” Mike, nodding : “yeah. Everything’s seems good, as per usual for her.” Dustin : “You’ll see her soon, don’t worry.” he said smiling

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7:12pm

y/n went upstairs again to quickly get ready before leaving the house. She went to the bathroom, and fixed up her liner and hair by detangling it slightly. She took off the remains of her lipstick, but didn’t put any afterwards. Just a bit of chapstick. y/n then walked to her room. She picked her pair of chunky Dr Martens, and laced them up on her feet. They’re more comfortable to.... fuck around, and run, just in case. Basically kept the same outfit, to which she added a beanie, because nights were still very cold in February, gloves and a black scarf. She threw on her leather jacket, and zipped it up. 

She quickly glanced at her mirror, and she thought she saw... something. She wasn’t sure and waited to see it again. After a few seconds, she shook her head and told herself, that it was nothing. y/n went to her desk, found some cash, a lighter, and a black butterfly knife.  “Just to protect myself” she giggled, reminded by what Eddie said earlier. She put the knife, cash and lighter in her jacket pocket.

y/n went downstairs, said bye to g/n who was reading a book, and went to the garage. She was about to get into the car, when her intuition kicked in. She stopped, and put the car keys back to the key holder.  y/n searched around the basement, to find something else to transport her to the school. In a box, that was her dad’s, she found an old rusty skateboard. She raised an eyebrow, while swiping the dust off of it.

“Never thought you were cool once, father.”

y/n took the skateboard and walked to the garage door, while tapping her fingers on the car when she passed by.

“Sorry not tonight sweetheart. I got bad intuition, I’m not gonna risk you getting hurt.”

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7:12pm

Eddie was walking around his room, trying to decide if he had to leave early, of late.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, what should I do ? If I leave now, and be early, everyone is going to tell me that it’s not common for me... but if I’m being late, then it’s disrespectful to y/n...” 

The phone rang in the trailer, Wayne answering. He then yelled at Eddie to come pick up the call, to which he did.

Eddie : “Yea, it’s Eddie.” Mike : “Hey, it’s Mike. Dustin is here. Are you still coming to pick us up ?” Eddie : “Yeah, why? ” Dustin : “Well, it’s already 7:15pm so....” Eddie : “Alright, I pick something to eat on my way, and then I’ll leave. But it’s because y’all asked me to come right ?” Mike, slightly confused : “yeah..?” Eddie : “alright, see you in a bit.” And he ended the call.

Eddie went to the kitchen, grabbed a bag of chips and left the trailer. He went to his car, and quickly checked himself in the rear mirrors. He could still do that here, not when the boys were with him.

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y/n was skating her way to the school. She almost fell a few times, as she hasn’t skated in a long time, but overall she could still do it. She arrived at the same place her and the boys were a couple of hours ago, and she noticed a car parked there already. It was Gareth’s. When all the boys in the car saw her, they immediately got out of it to welcome her.

“y/n !”

She smiled and went up to them. When she arrived, she stopped and hit the skate with her foot while catching it up before it fell. She grabbed it against her and saluted the boys.

“Hi guys !”

They chatted for a bit, before they could hear some loud music coming up their way. Then, Eddie’s van came into vision very quick, and parked next to Gareth’s car abruptly. The music stopped, and Mike got out of the passenger seat real quick.

“Jesus man, you’re insane... learn how to drive !!” Mike spat out, while closing the door behind him. That made y/n laugh, and when Dustin came out of the van, BUT from behind, meaning he was sitting in the trunk, she lost it and bursted out in laughter.

Dustin : “It’s not funny ! Wait until you’re sitting in the trunk with this maniac !!” Mike : “For real, how did he get his license ?” Eddie : “Stop complaining, or else’s you’ll walk back home” he said, while getting out of the van. 

Eddie was grumpy seeing you with everyone else before him... was he... getting jealous ?

y/n : “Well, what should we do then ? Now we’re all here” Jeff : “Didn’t we said arcade earlier ?” Eddie : “Everyone’s up for it ?”

Everyone nodded.

Dustin, talking to Eddie : “Can we stop by Family video real quick ? I need to bring a cassette back.” he pointed at his backpack Eddie : “Uhhhhh you can’t do that tomorrow ?” Dustin : “Please Eddie ! We’re passing by, and we could have died 100 times while coming here, so you could do that ?” Eddie sighing : “Uh... alright. But you drop the thing, and then we’ll go to the arcade. Do you mind y/n ?” y/n : “no, not at all ! I told you, I’m new here, so I don’t mind exploring Hawkins.” Eddie : “Do you want to come with us ?” he pointed at the van “I think there’s no more room in Gareth’s car” he said with an evil grin intended to Gareth. y/n : “yeah, okay, let’s do this!”

Everyone went to the cars, y/n going to the trunk doors.

Eddie : “what are you doing ?” y/n : “uh... getting in your car ?” Eddie : “No, come sit in the passenger’s seat, the kids can stay behind” Mike and Dustin : “Huh????? and die here???” y/n laughed : “no worries, I’ll stay in the trunk with Dustin. It’ll be fun. As long as you put some good music” she said to Eddie with a wink.

Eddie smiled to her, and went to get in his car. “You bet your ass I’ll play only the best for you” he thought to himself. 

[whatamesswehavemade]

Movies and Kisses- Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington x F!reader 

Warnings: Pure fluff, cursing, word count 1,594 (yes, I got ahead of myself)

No vol2 spoilers!

Not my GIF

You throw your spiral notebook to the side and dramatically slam your head down onto the counter. “I. Can’t. Study. Anymore.”

Eddie chuckles and pokes your disheveled bun with his pen. “We have been at this for an hour now. How about a break? We can visit your boyfriend.”

You snap your head up at him and see his eyebrows are arched as he wears a shit-eating grin. “He’s not my boyfriend.” 

“Yeah, whatever. I’m gonna visit your ‘not boyfriend,’” Eddie uses finger quotes while mocking innocence, “and rent a movie from him.” He grabs his keys from his pocket and twirls them on his finger. “You comin’?”

You groan, even though inside, you’re more than happy to visit Family Video, and not just for a VHS. You snatch his keys from his hand and fling them onto the counter. He looks at you, confused. “I wanna live to see my ‘not boyfriend,’ or even another day, so I’m driving.” You grab your own keys and purse.

Eddie huffs. “I’m not that bad of a driver.” He goes to the door anyway and walks straight to your car. He buckles himself in a theatrical, childish way as you get in and buckle yourself.

The drive there was filled with you and Eddie arguing over what movie you two would rent and watch that night instead of studying.

“Y/N, I’m not watching the fucking Breakfast Club again. You are so annoying. Won't that be your like, 10th time watching it?”

“Yeah? And? I love it! Sue me!”

“Get your lawyer ready because I just may. We can do Fright Night or Goonies!”

“Maybe another day! You plan on leaving me without a movie partner soon, Munson?”

“I might have to if you don’t range your watching habits. Or if you decide to get a new movie, buddy,” he says while wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Oh, who? Dustin? He may actually wanna embrace my watching habits,” you remark sarcastically.

Eddie doesn’t say another word as you park in front of Family Video. The minute you turn the car off, you’re almost ripping your seatbelt off and skipping to the door, Eddie lingering behind you.

Your face falters as you open the door, seeing only Robin at the desk. Eddie pushes past you, realizing you had stopped in your tracks. You kick yourself a bit and step forward, letting the door fall behind you. You smile and say hi to Robin, and she exchanges niceties with you before you start to scan the room.

“He’s in the break room if you wanna say hi. I won’t tattle that a customer was back there,” she said nonchalantly. 

“That obvious?”

Robin shrugged. “It’s definitely mutual between the two of you. I expect when either of you come in all wide-eyed like that and then suddenly looks disappointed, it’s due to the other not being here.” 

You giggled at the idea of Steve standing directly where you are now, looking around for you. You could feel a blush creep onto your face.

You look over at Eddie, who was looking through every section that did not include The Breakfast Club and walked to the back.

When you opened the break room door, Steve sat there with a sandwich in his hands and his feet kicked up on the table. When he saw you, his eyes went wide, and he stood up quickly and hugged you. “Y/N! What're you doing back here?”

“Robin directed me this way,” you explain with a smile and hold onto him. You couldn’t tell whether you were holding on for this long or if it were Steve. Maybe it was mutual?

You let up on your embrace, which signaled him to as well. Damn it; it was him holding me that long you cursed to yourself. He pulled out a chair at the table for you before sitting down at his own seat, where his sandwich was long forgotten in front of him–– his full attention was on you now.

You knew Steve had a thing for you; you weren’t that dumb; it was obvious. But you were too nervous to say anything, and you could tell he was nervous too.

“So, how’s your day been?” he asked, reaching over and toying with a piece of loose thread on your sleeve. 

You shrug, “Boring as hell. I’ve been studying with Eddie, and I know I’m gonna fail this fucking physics exam tomorrow. So I decided to give up and come here to pick out a movie to distract myself,” you pout mockingly, looking into Steve’s doe eyes, “and he won’t let me rent The Breakfast Club again.”

Steve chuckles. God, does it sound amazing. You could listen to his laugh all day. “Well, you have rented it like, a billion times. I bet the both of you can recite it front to back.”

“I can’t yet; that’s why I keep renting it.”

He stops playing with your thread and looks up at you, hand still next to yours. You swear you could feel a heated static connection between your hands; if you touch, an explosion might happen.

“Well, I’ve only watched it once. I liked it enough that I’d watch it again. How about I rent it and you can come over sometime, and we’ll watch it together. That way, Munson can get you to watch something he enjoys,” he explained rationally. 

While the idea of watching your favorite movie with Steve all alone at his house enticed you, the feeling of not wanting your best friend to win this tiny war seemed bigger. “A compromise? Between Eddie and me? Do you know who I am? I could never let him get his way. I’ve made him watch it 10 times. I at least gotta get him to 20 to feel satisfied!” You throw your hands up in a fit. You sound five years old, but this is just how you and Eddie are.

Before Steve can counter, you hear Eddie outside the door, “Y/N, 20 times?! Are you fucking kidding me?! No way. We are watching Fright Night tonight, and you can go on a date with Harrington to watch your dumb movie another night!” 

You go to argue but realize he called it a ‘date’ in front of Steve. You wanted to suddenly murder Eddie.

Before any movement could happen, Steve’s hand landed on top of yours, his index finger tracing light circles on the back of your hand. “Well, I feel this compromise works in my favor, at least. You and Munson still enjoy a movie tonight, and we have a date together at my house to watch your favorite movie. Does that sound good to you?” You could hear the nervousness in his voice.

Being the sarcastic person you are, you reply, “Is King Steve asking me on a date? And all nervous at that? Wow, I didn’t think I’d live to see the day that Steve Harrington gets nervous.”

The circles on your hand froze, and you suddenly felt like you had messed up. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.

He grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers. He shook his head, “I’m nervous? Y/N, we’ve been flirting back and forth for a year now, and I finally got the guts to ask you on a date. If anything, I overcame my nervousness first.” With his free hand, he ran his fingers through his hair to fix the locks that went out of place while smiling at you. 

For once, you didn’t have anything to say back. All you could do was laugh, probably sounding crazy. You turn your head towards the door and call to Eddie, “Fine, we’re watching Fright Night, but Steve and I both owe you a ‘thank you’ for your constant annoyance that brought us to finally going on a date!” 

You turn back to Steve in time to see him rolling his eyes. "I don’t owe Munson anything. I was getting to asking you out.”

“Steve, if it weren’t for Eddie not letting me watch The Breakfast Club again with him, I wouldn’t have complained to you, and you wouldn’t have had what you needed to ask me out today. Give him some credit.”

“Fine,” he looked over your shoulder, looking at the closed door, “Thanks, Munson! I don’t owe you anything, but thank you!” he looked back at you and raised his eyebrows, “Happy?”

“Yea, I––,” your best friend’s voice cuts you off.

“Don’t thank me, Harrington. I’m doing this to get out of watching that fucking movie 10 more times!” 

“Munson! Instead of standing there outside the door yelling, how about you go in. I don’t need you standing this close to me, yelling!” Robin chastises him.

Steve shakes his head and moves his chair closer to you to lean his forehead against yours. He chuckles, “I guess if we’re hanging out more, our best friends will have to hang out more too, right? Do you think they’ll ever become friends?”

You shake your head, “Nah, I don’t think so, but whatever.”

Steve leans closer to you, his lips brushing yours. Before a kiss can be planted, the door creaks open.

“Hey, I don’t mean to interrupt, but Robin is pissing me off, and I really wanna get home to watch the movie. You two can suck faces during your date. Y/N, let's go.”

Eddie can’t tell who did it, but a half-eaten sandwich is quickly thrown at his face, and you and Steve giggle before kissing.

[n1k1tty]

kiss me ! part 1

jake was definitely head over heals for your cold personality, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you. but heres the problem: he couldn't find a single way to keep a conversation with you. despite your scary demeanour, jake decides to man up and does everything out of his will to get you.

fluff, jake x reader, (not proofread)

jake was frustrated to know that many guys have been after you the second you stepped in that classroom doing the bare minimum.

hearing ‘wanna grab lunch with me?’ here and there somehow always made him ball his fist to prevent himself from being a problem. yet again he couldn’t blame other people for wanting to ask you out either. he even sometimes wished that you had rejected him so he could move on. although of course he didn’t really mean that.

because now he was wandering around the school looking for you while he was on a “bathroom break” during his soccer practice. he knew you always liked to stay at the school rooftops admiring the view while listening to music. not like he was stalking you or anything...

you turn your head to look at the person at the door "you again? when are you going to leave me alone? pervert" you scoff, kicking the little pieces of rocks as you avoid jakes eyes. it was almost the millionth time you've seen jake this day, and it was always for the same reason, to piss you off, well more like ask you out --which still pisses you off.

you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?

you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?

"hmmm maybe never?" jake chuckles at the sight of you rolling your eyes "then i'll move schools --countries if that's what takes for you to leave me alone" as you turn around and face him, eyes widened at the thin space between the both of you "and maybe i'll find you"

you raise your eyebrows "well that's borderline criminal act" you wander off "now sim jaeyun i think it's best for you to leave before you add up to my anger --i mean you already are. but wouldn't that be horrible?" jake's eyes follow you as you drag your feet "not really" he states "you're hot when you're mad"

you scoff out of disbelief, hitting him hard on his arm, looking away almost immediately as you trying to hide your heated face "shut up before i'll push you off this building" letting go of the grip you once had on his collar, "alright, alright sorry ma'am. but if you're really mad for whatever reason, come with me. i'll take you to a place" he suggests, offering his hand for you to take "you should be happy. i normally wouldn't even consider letting anyone know about my spot" he shoots you a grin

you take time trying to consider his offer, but as much as you don't want to stroke his ego about convincing you to go with him, you really needed something to release your anger "as long as you shut up about this" you give him a side glance "no promises" he sends a wink your way "ugh, fine"

he gently takes your hand as he drags you out of the school "can you jump over the wall?" jake looks at your flustered face "....no..?" you answer, making a line with your lips, causing him to let out a small chuckle "okay cutie, i'll help you up" you cringe at the nickname "call me that again and i'll break your neck" you step on his knee as he tries to boost you up "yeah that's right, keep going"

but as jake looks up he couldn't help but feel flustered, looking away "i made it!" you pant, hands resting on your knees as you wait for jake to come up as well. but after a few seconds of not hearing him, you call out his name, peaking your head over the wall "jake? i swear to god if you leave me out here i'm killing you"

"n-no i didn't leave you" he stutters, trying to collect himself from being a flustered mess "then come up here! the sun is setting, you wouldn't want to miss it"

"y-yeah it's just that i uh, i saw.....your....you know?" he explains, his hands not knowing what to do "you saw my what!?" you shrieked "no no it's okay i looked away!" he reassures you "ugh, just- just come up here!" you yell, already walking ahead as you try to cool down your heating face "so pink aye?" jake jokes, catching up to you

"SIM JAEYUN!" you yell, kicking him on his ass "ow! okay sorry!"

jake was resting his head on his hands, watching as you play with the small puddle while watching the sunset, not even an hour in, jake panics as he sees the amount of missed calls from riki "oh shit! my soccer practice!"

--

the following days after that, almost everything remained the same, jake continuously teasing and flirting with you, you getting in trouble for the littlest things, never coming home until the latest of the hour. but yet again, almost everything remained the same

you were now in denial of your feelings towards sim jaeyun. it would hurt too much of your pride to actually admit it, because after all, you've always told sim jaeyun you hated him.

you groan "jake, there's a reason why i'm failing english, okay? just accept the fact that i'm the worst" you bury your head on the pages of your book, seated across jake at the back of the library "i didn't even ask for you to help me! i simply just asked for your notes that just happened to have a first grader's hand writing" he scoffs, a little taken back by your sudden insult on his hand writing "thanks? i know you didn't ask for help, i just wanted to do this with you so that you don't get detention for not knowing proper english" he explains, handing you another sheet of paper with an 54 circled on the right corner "seriously y/n? 54? come on, one last set of questions and i'll take you to the new cafe just across the street"

and almost immediately, you bring your head up, grabbing the pen and taking the set of questions. making jake giggle "y/n, just say that you like me, you know i'm not going to reject you-- ow!" you smack him on the head with the pencil "that's absolute nonsense!" you whisper with a harsh voice, digging your face on the note book as you try to cover the little smile you had on your face

i think it was safe to say you got 4 out of 10 right, causing you to almost have a mental breakdown at the library "i can't do this sim" you groan "i think you just need a break yeah? wanna head to the cafe?" jake stands up to pack your stuff, giggling at the sight of your head still buried in between the pages of the book "c'mon y/n" he kneels beside you "get up, let's go to that cafe"

you've never felt your pride hurt as much as this did, having to show jake how bad your were at english, him having to tutor you without you asking for help, and jake bringing you to the cafe even though you weren't even remotely close to getting at least 6 right

and you weren't exaggerating when when you say jake had to drag you all the way to the cafe "hi! what can i get for you today sir?" the girl says, the obvious heart eyes she has for him pissing you off even more "hi yeah i'd like to have a caramel machiatto" he responds politely, smiling at the obvious glare you held at the girl, poking out your tongue after she was called by the manager, an old lady replaces her "anything else for your girlfriend--" before you could correct her, jake immediately speaks up "she'll have (drink)"

he smiles at the old lady before paying "i'm sending you money later whether you like it or not" you roll your eyes "and i'll send it back" he holds your waist as he leads you to a table, causing your heart to beat 10 times faster "yeah? well i'll send it back to you again! i'll keep doing it until you die!" he scoffs at you "as if!"

--

even after multiple attempts of trying to make jake ask you out, the boy who you thought was so smart couldn't take a single hint at all.

but in jake's defence, you were a little bad, considering how bad you were with boys, he vividly remembers that one time when you were trying so hard to make him jealous by talking to other guys. he even laughed as you struggled to keep up with a conversation.

or that other time when you tried to hold his hand just to do something romantic just for once but ended up letting go because he wouldn't stop teasing you about it. he still took your hand, yet he never asked you out still.

"you okay darling?" your mother asks, taking a quick glance at your droopy form leaning on the counter as you wait for her to finish cooking "is it a boy?" she teases, making you perk your head up "i knew it!" she gives you an endearing smile as she gives you a plate with eggs on it, a heart shaped ketchup placed on the top of the egg "mom!" you whine

"okay fine, it is a boy. but don't tell dad" you whisper, smiling once she zips her lips "what's his name?" she asked, tilting her head as she leans on the counter in front of you "jake"

"jake?! i love jake! you should invite him over sometime" she squeals "he's a nice guy, i'm sure he wouldn't hurt you, so what's bothering you?" you sigh, taking a sip of the water "he likes me, it's like the whole world knows. but he just keeps on flirting with me and never actually tries to ask me out" you pout, aggressively taking a bit of the scrambled eggs, making your mother chuckle "oh baby, i'm sure it'll happen soon. just give him some time! unless if you're that impatient, then maybe you should try considering to be the one who makes the first move" she walks away, heading upstairs

no, as much as you hate it, that would hurt too much of your pride. so you decided to wait.

--

summer just had started and you couldn't even explain how much you hated the heat. staying under the shade 70% of the time whenever you went out with jake and his friends "guys! i have an announcement" jay yells, you were currently over at jay's house, just having a little party with just the 8 of you "my father booked us a trip to hawaii"

"WHAT?!"

part 2

— HEY 👵🏽 so i decided that this would be a multiple part story bcs i didnt want it to be too long!

i haven’t written the second part yet, but hopefully i’d have it done before tuesday

feel free to ask if you want to be tagged once the second chapter is out!

this has been n1k1tty! see ya!

[storiesforallfandoms]

can’t buy me ~ jimmy smith jr.;8 mile

word count: 1577

request?: yes!

@girl-toxxic "reader and Jimmy are in a relationship not long ago but Jimmy was always in love and they both live in the same place, ok but let's say that reader meets a new friend at work (she is a waitress or can be a babysitter for a rich girl) and this new friend has a lot of money and is very interested in reader and the reader get along well and this makes Jimmy insecure, since reader's friend gives him small gifts and helps him a lot. But you can add something that is more interesting as the boy confesses his feelings to the reader and she rejects him since Jimmy is her great love and he tells her how can she go out with that poor devil ... or something else interesting what occurs to you. And that this ends in a lot of love and smut, bah if you feel comfortable🤗💕💕"

description: in which her new friend keeps trying to make advances through gifts, but her heart belongs to one man

pairing: jimmy smith jr. x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

I walked through the door and made a beeline for the kitchen to throw away yet another gift from my not so secret admirer. The last thing I needed was for Jimmy to see what Mark had give me and to get upset about it.

I worked as a waitress at a bar and grill down the road from mine and Jimmy’s house. The hours were only okay, but the tips more than made up for it, especially after our newest regular, Mark, started dining there and specifically asked to have me as his server whenever he was in.

Mark was in his late 30s, handsome, worked a good job that paid good money. He came in one night after he had a particularly hard shift. He sat at the bar, and it was the night I was working it, so I talked him through his rough day. Next thing I knew, he was coming back and asking for me again. We became friendly, but it took me a little too long to realize he wanted to be more than friends.

I turned the corner and yelped as I realized I wasn’t alone. Jimmy was leaning against the counter, almost like he was waiting for me.

“Hey babe,” I said. “I thought you were at the Shelter with Future tonight.”

His eyes flickered to the gift bag in my hand. “He wanted me to come home. We haven’t had a night together in months.”

“Doesn’t help that we both work late night jobs,” I tried to joke. The bag felt heavy in my hand as Jimmy kept looking at it.

“That rick prick buy you more useless shit?” he asked.

“Jimmy,” I sighed.

“Sorry, I forgot it was okay for some rich jackass to buy my girlfriend expensive gifts.”

He wouldn’t meet my eye. He kept glancing around the kitchen, every so often looking down at the bag in my hand. I dropped everything I was holding onto the floor, including that stupid gift, and raced over to hug him.

“Hey,” I said, softly, resting my head on his chest. “Hey, you know there’s nothing to this. It’s just a guy who doesn’t understand I’m not interested.”

“It’s a guy who has money.”

I lighted my head to look at him. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Jimmy shook his head. “Nothing, never mind.”

I pulled away from him. “No, tell me.” When he didn’t speak, I took his chin in my hand and forced him to look at me. “Jimmy, do you think I’d leave you for someone who makes more money?”

“He’d be able to give you what you deserve,” he responded. “A house, a car, expensive gifts - ”

“We have a house,” I cut him off. “You have a car, and I don’t want expensive gifts. I don’t want materialistic things, I want happiness and love, and that’s what I get with you. You really have nothing to worry about in regards to Mark. You’re the one I’ll always want.”

Jimmy sighed and pulled me close. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’ll give you that reassurance any day.”

I leaned up to kiss him. He relaxed into the kiss and I leaned into him more.

When he pulled away, Jimmy turned to look at the forgotten present on the floor. “What did that asshole get you this time anyways?”

I picked up the bag and pulled out the box that was inside. Jimmy opened the box to reveal the gold necklace Mark had given me. The pendant was gold to match, and it was my initial.

“I was gonna chuck it when I got home,” I told him. It’s way too flashy for me, it wouldn’t match anything I own.”

“Don’t throw it out. This is, like, real gold. We can sell it for a good chunk of money.”

I smiled. “I like the way you think, Rabbit.”

~~~~~~

The next day, Jimmy had the night off from the Shelter so he drove me to work. He followed me into the bar and grill with the intentions of sitting at the bar for an hour or two before going home. One of my co-workers spotted us as we walked in and gave me a panicked look. I immediately knew what she was trying to tell me.

I saw Mark sat at the bar before he saw me. I was about to turn to Jimmy to warn him when Mark spotted me and rose from his seat. He had a wide smile on his face, until he saw Jimmy behind me.

“Two nights in a row, Mark?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. “Those wings and nachos are gonna start getting to you.”

“I went to the gym this morning, so it cancels out,” he responded. “Who’s this with you?”

“This is my boyfriend, Jimmy. I told you about him, remember?”

“Oh yeah, the...rapper,” Mark said. I didn’t miss the way he sneered the word “rapper”, and Jimmy didn’t either.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mark shrugged. “Nothing. Just stating a fact that (Y/N) told me. Although, rapping at that rundown warehouse probably doesn’t pay as much as a real job would.”

Jimmy stepped towards Mark, but I grabbed his arm to stop him. “Hey, he’s not worth it. Just go home. Thank you for the ride.”

Jimmy glared at Mark before turning to walk away. I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the situation seemed to defuse easily.

And then Matt spoke again, “Yeah, go back to the trailer park, white trash.”

Jimmy snapped and charged at Mark before I could stop him. He knocked Mark to the ground and reared up to hit him. I quickly grabbed his arm and pulled as hard as I could until Jimmy was off of Mark.

“Get out before security gets called,” I told him.

He got to his feet and walked out the door before anything else could happen. Mark was getting to his feet and adjusting his clothes. I was trying to calm myself down as I regarded him.

“Please leave, Mark.”

“Seriously? Your trailer trash boyfriend attacked me, but you’re kicking me out?”

“You provoked him.”

“I wasn’t saying anything he hasn’t heard before, or anything that wasn’t true.”

“Fuck off!” I snapped, my anger finally bubbling over. “You are fucking insufferable! I’ve told you on multiple occasions that I have a boyfriend, that I’m not interested. Most people would take the fucking hint and move on. The way you’ve been acting, especially tonight, is way out of line. I want you to get the fuck out and if I ever see you here again I will contact the authorities and have you charged for harassment.”

Mark blinked, realized I was being serious, and finally left. He muttered some less than ideal names towards me as he walked out the door. I sighed and buried my head in my hands. I was grateful that there wasn’t many customers in the area as all of this went down.

“Hey.” I looked up at my co-worker, who was now in front of me. “Go check on your man.”

I thanked her and quickly walked out the door. I didn’t expect him to still be outside, so I was surprised to see him stood by his car, almost like he was waiting for me to come out.

“Did I get you in trouble?”

I gave him a small smile and shook my head. “No. If anything, you did me a favor. When it became evident that Mark wasn’t taking no for an answer, all of us wanted to ban him from the place entirely, but we weren’t allowed unless he really caused trouble. I think it’s safe to say starting a fight is more than probable cause to make sure he never comes back.”

Jimmy was nodding and rubbing the back of his head. “I probably could’ve handled that better though.”

“I didn’t expect you to handle it any other way,” I said. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Are you okay?”

Jimmy chuckled slightly. “Cocksucker didn’t even try to hit me. Did you see his face when I tackled him? He looked like he shit himself.”

I giggled. “Yeah, he’s definitely not a fighter. He’s too much like a high school mean girl for someone who works an office job and makes as much money as he does.”

Jimmy wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him, resting his chin on top of my head. “I’m glad you stopped me. I wouldn’t beat the shit out of him if you didn’t.”

“I would’ve liked to see that.”

We both stood in silence for a while. I buried my nose in Jimmy’s sweater, taking in the familiar scent of his cologne. It made a warm feeling swell inside of me, like a safe feeling. It reminded me of how I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than in Jimmy’s arms, or with anyone else besides Jimmy. No amounts of money, or people like Mark could ever change my mind about that.

“I should actually go to work,” I said, reluctantly untangling myself from Jimmy’s arms. “I’ll see you when I get off?”

“Of course, I’ll come pick you up.”

I smiled and kissed his cheek. I started back towards the restaurant, but paused to turn back to Jimmy. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[lxvislxdy]

Lock and Key | Bakugou K.

Summary: It all started out as a harmless prank - Denki’s idea, to get the two of you to talk. It was no secret that you had feelings for Bakugou Katsuki, at least, not amongst your friends. Denki had meant well, sure, when he’d handcuffed the two of you together, but when the key goes missing... well, let’s just say, it’s gonna be a long 24 hours.

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x reader

Warning(s): Swearing, that should be it

Notes: Reminder that my requests are open! Let me know what you’d like to see on my page! Hope you enjoy this cute little fic for Bakugou :) I just wanted to write something soft and lighthearted, and cute, so this is that.

You were going to kill Denki. That is, if Bakugou didn’t get to him first.

“Calm down, Bakubro! Murdering one of our classmates would not be very manly of you!”

And if it wasn’t for Kirishima, holding Bakugou back with all of his strength and giving you a sympathetic look as you were dragged along, Denki would’ve been toast. Literally. 

“Look, man, I’m sorry!” Denki was saying, hiding behind Mina and Sero, “It’s just a prank, dude, a joke! Don’t kill me!” 

“I’m gonna end you, spark plug!” Bakugou growled, “Get over here and get this shit off of me!”

Sero, barely holding back his laughter, said, “Aw, come on, Bakugou, I wouldn’t call y/n ‘shit’!”

For a moment, Bakugou blinks like he’s stunned, but then his murderous glare returns ten fold. “That’s... That’s not even what I meant, dunce face! I meant the handcuffs! Get. Them. OFF!”

You know, from the look Mina is sending you, that you’re blushing. 

“Okay!” Kaminari scrambles out from behind the two, smiling sheepishly as he searches all his pockets, “No worries, man, let me just... let me... get the... key...”

Bakugou finally settles down, and you breathe a sigh of relief as he drops his hand, yours falling with it. You rub at your wrist lightly, eyebrows drawn together. You’d been handcuffed to Bakugou for almost ten minutes now, and your wrist was already sore from being yanked around so much. 

“What’s taking so long, dunce face?” Bakugou grumbles.

“Well, you see, uhm... okay, listen, don’t be... don’t be mad, bro, just...” Kaminari laughs, eyes wide in fear, voice dropping so low you could hardly hear him, “I can’t exactly find it.”

You yelp in surprise as Bakugou activates his quirk, feeling the heat against the back of your hand. 

“What did you say?!” 

Everyone winces as he yells, face almost as red as Kirishima’s hair. 

“Careful, dude, don’t burn her!” Kirishima says, hand on Bakugou’s shoulder. 

Bakugou shoves him off, but listens to him nonetheless, and the heat subsides. 

“It’s okay, Kiri, I’m fine.” You tell him quietly. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” Denki says, guiltily. 

“Yeah, you’re about to be real sorry.” Bakugou says, “If you don’t get these off in the next five seconds!”

“Look, let’s just calm down for a minute, okay?” You say, stepping between the two. You feel Bakugou’s arm tug back against yours, as you move farther away from him, and your blush deepens. “Sorry. Anyway... why don’t we just see if Momo can make an extra key? Right?"

“That’s a good idea!” Kirishima says, optimistically. “See? Everything’s fine.”

“Yeah, why didn’t I think of that?” Kaminari scratches his head.

“Because you’re an idiot.” Bakugou mutters darkly.

Mina purses her lips, shifting back and forth on the balls of her feet. “Yeah, that would be great... Except Momo is visiting her parents, and won’t be back till later tonight.”

And just like that, Bakugou explodes again. “WHAT?!”

...

After a stressful call with Momo, involving Bakugou taking the phone from Mina not once, but twice, and telling her to ‘get her and her stupid ass ponytail back to UA NOW!’, it’s finally decided that you’ll just have to wait it out. Even Bakugou can’t say he’d rather go to Aizawa, because explaining this meant explaining the handprint shaped burns in Denki’s door.

Of course, Momo promises to help as soon as she’s back, but that’s still hours and hours away. 

Bakugou, who still practically had steam coming out of his ears, sat beside you on the couch silently. Across from you, the rest of the group watched in sympathy (and fear). No one dared to break the silence, in fear he’d blow up on them again. You couldn’t say you blamed them. 

“Come on.” Bakugou’s sudden command startles you.

“What? Where are we going?” You ask, following his lead and standing up (you were getting dragged along, either way). 

He rolls his eyes, sighing, “I don’t know, but I’m not just gonna sit around like an idiot all day.”

He doesn’t wait for your response, marching out of the room. You look over your shoulder on your way out, a silent cry for help, and Denki has the audacity to give you a thumbs up and wink. You glare at him, sending your friends into a laughing fit.

“What are they laughing at?” Bakugou mutters, brow raised.

You flush in embarrassment, shrugging. “Dunno.”

The two of you eventually end up in the kitchen. You knew Bakugou could cook, everyone did because he regularly kicked everyone out of the kitchen so he could, but you’d never actually seen him in action. He was much calmer now that the two of you were alone, but the scowl never left his face. 

After a few minutes of awkwardly trailing behind him as he gathered ingredients, you mustered up the courage to ask, “Can I help?”

He doesn’t answer for a moment, and you begin to think he’ll just ignore you, before he’s handing you a spoon. “You stir while I chop vegetables. I don’t trust you with a knife.”

Ignoring the backhanded comment, you take the spoon from him, happy he’s letting you help. You stir with one hand, resting the other on the counter beside him, so he can use both hands to chop the vegetables. It’s not easy, trying to cook while handcuffed to the angry blonde, but the two of you eventually find a rhythm. 

“So what are you making?” You ask, turning to look at him. His focus is all on what he’s doing, and he looks so serious you try your best not to giggle. Does Bakugou ever just... relax? Still, the way his lower lip just barely juts out and his brow furrows, when he concentrates hard, is really cute.

“We’re making zosui.” 

You’re heart does a little flip as he says ‘we’. He doesn’t mean anything by it, you know that, but you still have to turn away in an attempt to hide your smile. As mad as you were at Denki, you had to admit that being able to actually spend time with Bakugou doing something so... normal, domestic? It was nice. You’d spent an embarrassing amount of time daydreaming about a moment like this (except, in your daydreams, you weren’t handcuffed, and maybe there was kissing involved), but you’d never thought it would actually happen. The only time you got to spend time with him outside of class, normally, was if you asked for help with the homework or agreed to spar. But that was rare, these days. Bakugou normally sparred with Kirishima, anyway, and you always felt like a bother when you asked for help. 

Sneaking another look at Bakugou, you find he’s already looking at you. He takes the spoon from you, gently bumping his hip into yours to move you out of the way, and you watch as he adds the veggies to the soup. As he stirs them in, he asks you to hand him the spices he’d set out beforehand. 

“What, have you never seen someone cook before?” He asks.

You laugh sheepishly, “I ate a lot of microwave dinners growing up.”

The look he gives you is incredulous, borderline angry, and he scoffs. “You’re kidding. That shits terrible for you!” 

You laugh, wrinkling your nose. 

He meets your eyes for a moment, lips parted slightly, and you raise a brow at him. Before you can ask, his attentions is back on the soup, and he’s quiet again.

It doesn’t take long for the soup to be done, then, after he adds the rice. And you have to admit, even though you hadn’t helped much, you do feel a sense of accomplishment when you sit down to eat a meal that you made yourself. 

The two of you sit down beside each other, forced to scoot your chairs so close that your thighs are almost touching. Surprisingly, he doesn’t complain.

“Thank you,” You say quietly, before digging in. “Wow! This is delicious!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” He rolls his eyes, but you recognize the slightly smug look on his face. “You helped.”

You giggle, bumping shoulders with him. “Sure, but you’re the chef, here!”

He hid it behind another bite of food, but you could have sworn you saw him smile, too. 

The two of you finish your meal in silence, Bakugou waiting with surprising patience for you to finish eating, before putting the bowls in the sink. 

“Thanks.”

He gives you a look, “For what?”

For being so nice.

“For teaching me how to cook!” 

He shrugs, muttering out ‘whatever’ in reply. 

“So... what do you want to do know?” You ask, hoping his tolerance for your company would last. 

You end up back in his dorm, awkwardly huddled together at the head of his bed. He was reading, as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. The silence wasn’t awkward, like you’d thought it would be. It was comfortable, almost calming. You found yourself getting tired, the more you sat there. 

Eventually growing bored of your phone, you turned to see what Bakugou was reading, and started reading the pages yourself. You didn’t think he’d noticed, until he slipped his finger behind the next page to turn it, and paused. 

“You done?” He said, quiet and soft, his cheeks tinted the slightest pink. 

Your eyes widened, blushing, “Uh, yeah. S-Sorry.”

He turned the page without another word, looking at you from the corner of his eye. You tried to ignore him, pretending to read, before he sighed. 

And then, Bakugou began to read to you. 

“W-What are you doing?”

He stopped, narrowing his eyes. “Reading, dumbass.” He snapped. “You read slower than me, it’s annoying.”

Despite the backhanded remark, you grinned. “Oh. Okay.” 

He started again, sounding significantly less irritated, and you tried to slow the beating of your heart. In all the times you’d imagined hanging out with Bakugou, you had never thought of something this sweet. You especially hadn’t anticipated his voice ever being this soft, and calming. 

As he read to you, you shifted closer, eventually resting your head on his shoulder. He faltered for a minute, hiding his fumble with a cough, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it. It wasn’t until he reached the end of the next chapter that he realized you’d fallen asleep. 

And he definitely wasn’t blushing, no, not Bakugou.

Hours later, when Momo and all your friends piled into his room, he whispered harshly, “Wake her up, and I’ll kill you!”

Maybe Denki’s plan had worked out, after all.