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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 4

Episode 3: The Rock Box Dump

~Swellview Park~

"What the fuck is she doing here?" (y/n) growled after she'd punched a guy and taken a step back for a breather. It was another night, another load of criminals to beat up in the park and things had been going well for Miss Danger, Kid Danger and Captain Man. They'd arrived in a timely manner and had promptly gotten to the ass-kicking, slugging each man as they tried to fight back, but all in all, it wasn't a tricky situation. Well, it wasn't until a certain bitchy TV reporter arrived on the scene.

News of the three superheroes in the park had spread through town quickly and no sooner had they heard about it, KLVY News had sent everyone's favourite reporter, Evelyn Hall, down to get it on camera. She wasn't happy to be there, (y/n) wasn't happy she was there and together, everyone was in for an awkward interview. The ex-flame of Captain Man still hadn't gotten over the bitterness of their split and sought to denounce and embarrass him at every given opportunity, so Ray's current girlfriend wasn't too keen on her either; that, and every time he saw her, Ray seemed to get all emotional.

He never got sad, not even angry, but (y/n) got the picture that knowing Evelyn was another one who got away, irked him and that didn't sit right with her. Yeah, they were going strong and he'd sworn that the reporter had never meant anything to him and it was just one of those stupid, meaningless, little flings he used to have, but seeing him get flustered over her presence and how she claimed to have moved on, well, who wouldn't feel threatened?

"Thanks, Trent. I'm here in Swellview Park, in fact, this was the place where I got engaged last month to a man." She overheard her say as she fought back against a dude who used her momentary distraction to thump her in the back. Yeah, that would leave a bruise if she wasn't Miss Danger, but what concerned her more was how irrelevant that last piece of information was. For fuck's sake, she was rubbing it in Ray's face since he was metres away from her, definitely listening in and it didn't take a genius to know that this was one of her snide little comments.

"Hey, kid, sweet girl, there's a news crew here!... Be right back." Ray shouted, obviously not hearing his girl's annoyed growls earlier. He smoothed back his hair and sauntered off to go get interviewed, even though his two, experienced but not that experienced, sidekicks couldn't fight alone. They needed some of his muscle to take these guys out, 'cause without him, they were seriously outnumbered, not that he was listening. A news crew and a chance to shine for the masses to adore him? He couldn't miss that.

"What?!" Henry spat, looking at his boss and at (y/n) with terrified eyes as the criminals regained their strength and stood back up. With no Captain Man, beating up a skinny kid and small woman would be piss easy, but that wasn't the only thing Henry was worried about.

He knew Ray meant no harm, he knew that his smug, big-headed self just wanted to look good on camera and how he probably didn't recognise the woman holding the mic (she wasn't special enough for him to just know her like that), but he was just making things worse for himself and the relationship he wanted to protect. He should've left Evelyn alone and continued fighting to show his girlfriend that he didn't care about all that shit but he didn't. He wanted to propose for Christ's sake, but he was paying attention to the wrong girl, an idiotic move that would cost him down the line. And the idea of Ray losing (y/n) like that shook Henry to his core more than the thugs ever could.

"What are you doing?! We're supposed to be fighting these assholes--" The young woman screamed at him, feeling speechless at how he gave the reporter one his most charming smirks, fixed his hair and sauntered over to her...like how he did for her. Her words died when a mountain of a man curled his forearm around her neck and crushed her throat, taking her by surprise as Henry was also assaulted and pushed to the floor, but through blurry eyes, she could still see and hear Ray loving his time with her.

"Hey, Captain Man here, what's going onnnn...Emily?" Ray's smirk died when he realised who it was and the realisation that he'd made a huge mistake dawned on him. If it was up to this chick, his name would be trodden in the mud and he'd be missing his balls, not to mention completely loveless for the rest of his life. He regretted it, what he did to this girl, who he only faintly remembered out of the hundreds he used to date, but he was a changed man now, he had a fantastic relationship with the one he'd loved for nearly eleven years...oh, shit, (y/n)!

"It's Evelyn, remember? You took me out on two dates and then never called me again." She spat, smiling into the camera with a passive-aggressive faux-friendliness and all the while, Henry and (y/n) were getting the beating of a lifetime, and the latter was sure her heart was breaking in the middle of it. She couldn't hear Ray's sudden awkwardness over the sounds of her own groans of pain and was too busy to see how his body language said he wanted to run to her and only her, forgetting this Evelyn, Emily, Emelia, whatever her name was.

He knew who she was now, just one of the faces that he used to know, a long-since crossed out name etched on his bedpost and now he knew that he should've stayed away. What was (y/n) thinking? Was she assuming the worst? What if she was reminded of how much of a dick he used to be, coupled with his seemingly despicable behaviour now, and decided to walk out on him? Fuck, he'd really messed up.

"Yes, I remember." He squeaked, wishing he could just slope off back into the fight, but he'd been seen by the entire city now, he couldn't leave. Not when Miss Hall had her talons pressing into his skin, ripping open wounds that he'd forgotten about after confessing to (y/n) that he had loved her all along. Oh shit, how could he ask her the all-important question with this looming over them? She was probably cursing the day she let him into her bed, fuck, fuck, fuck...

"Uh, good, so uh, what's going on back there?" Evelyn broke Ray out of his panic, making him glance back to the fight where it wasn't going brilliantly, but (y/n) had managed to free herself and landed a couple of hits, but Henry, he was still a human punching bag. Okay, he could leave it a bit longer, he just had to answer some questions and then he could grovel at his sweet girl and beg for her forgiveness for being such a moron.

"Well, we got a report saying there were three thugs in the park, vandalising bushes and shrubs, you know, intimidating squirrels--is that an engagement ring?" Ray started quite calm to say how nervous he was, but it was impossible to ignore the sparkling diamond on Evelyn's finger as she purposefully wiggled under his nose, prompting him to question it. Well, she'd moved on quickly, not that it mattered to him. For her information, he was also engaged, well, nearly, he had the ring anyway and he too had found happiness else.

"Oh, this? Sure is!" She squealed, loving how she could feel the thin, gold band sitting snuggly on her finger and she took Ray's confusion as jealousy. Yeah, she was so over him, not that you'd know it from the way she acted. What did that Miss Danger woman have that she didn't? Why did he dump her for some dispensible sidekick?

"What? You buy that for yourself?" The hero asked, wondering who the hell would want to marry her. Yeah, she was probably quite nice most of the time, but one mention of Captain Man or superheroes and she didn't shut up about how they dated. She was dumped, it really wasn't that impressive.

"No, a man gave it to me." Evelyn snapped, offended at how he automatically assumed that she was some sad, lonely loser without him. If this was any other circumstance, (y/n) would probably feel sympathy for her, maybe she'd even take her side, but knowing that it was her boyfriend in the fray made it unbearable, so Henry skidded over to try and get Ray back on their side for the sake of their love and their weakening bodies.

"Hey, dude, dude, we really need your help." Henry gasped, feeling like death as two thugs marched over to come and grab him whilst their friend kicked Miss Danger into the concrete ground. Yeah, it wasn't bad when it was all three of them against them, but not when he was talking to this bitch. Of course, Henry couldn't reveal how Captain Man needed to stop "flirting" with someone who wasn't his girlfriend on live television, that would make him look like a horrible person, so he opted for a more obvious route, not that Ray saw a problem. "Just give me a second."

"No, man, these guys are big! They're big! They're really big!!!!" Henry squealed as he was dragged away to be put on the pile of superheroes that needed curb-stomping. Ray wasn't aware of how bad the sitch was, he just wanted to know which sucker had landed themselves with Evelyn Hall for the rest of their lives.

"Who asked you to marry him?" He asked her, promising himself that he'd go help his sidekicks in a minute after he found out this small detail. Maybe he could even rub it in her face that he was also no longer available and steps away from being engaged to the sexiest, most beautiful, cleverest woman in the world, someone who to him, was worth a hundred of her.

"My cameraman, right there." Evelyn smiled at her fiancé behind the camera, not caring if this was the world's weirdest interview ever and it was gonna be her ass on the line when she got back to the TV station with the pissed off producers. He wasn't a bad-looker to be fair, he was actually kinda cute, and she was happy with him, although it did go to Ray's head a bit that she'd downgraded from him, a superhero, to this guy. Why did she feel to brag?

"What? This guy?" Ray snorted, again, offending the couple, not that he cared. Geez, couldn't he just go do some fighting? (y/n) and Henry weren't sure how much more they could take. "So, you went from Captain Man to cameraman? Oh, that's good."

"Shouldn't you be helping Kid Danger and Miss Danger?" The reporter hissed, suddenly wishing she'd kept her nose to herself and left the heroes to their work. Now, she was the one being ridiculed.

"Nah, they're fine." He brushed off her concern, ready to do a little showing off himself, but this time, amid another chokehold as Henry was swung around by his arm and leg, (y/n) heard him and fury rose within her.

"We're not fucking fine!" She yelled at him, her voice hoarse as she clawed for air, but it was too quiet. The man holding her sneered and squeezed harder, freezing her voicebox as she debated what was more worth it; fucking him up or dragging Evelyn around by her hair.

"Y'see, I am also in a very happy relationship with my girlfriend, Miss Danger and she has this superpower, super-regeneration, not to mention she's really hot and was my best friend for ten years, so y'know, I'm doing good. And Kid Danger's got hyper-motility, so, uh..." Oh, that stung deep. Ray smirked as Evelyn got all pissy as he gushed about his sweet girl and how his life couldn't get any better. He had a great girlfriend, a great home, great friends, he was doing just fine without her.

"I'm sorry, they have what?" The woman gasped, suddenly switching her focus to the sidekicks. Wait, this was hot news and if she was the first to report it, then maybe this interview wouldn't flop after all. No one knew that Kid Danger and Miss Danger had something wrong with them, or that's how she interpreted it.

"Super-regeneration and hyper-motility. They have those." Ray answered honestly, not thinking anything about her concerned face. This was another one of his smaller fuck-ups, not realising that he was portraying the superpowers in a bad light; an explanation would've cleared everything up.

"And is it serious?" Evelyn probed deeper, knowing a scoop when she heard one. She had to ask all about the grotty details, even though the city would lament for their resident sidekicks. "Yeah, really serious."

"Well, are super-degeneration and hyper-motility deadly?" Her next question came and Ray didn't notice that she'd misheard him, so he just kept making it worse and worse. "Uh, they can be...and I just want you to know that I'm happy for you, 'cause you've found someone else, I've found someone much better--"

"Captain Man, can you come here right now, please?" (y/n) yelled, gulping when she heard the last part. Maybe it wasn't as bad as she'd previously thought, perhaps what he'd said about barely knowing Evelyn was true. Hearing him say that she was the better date was certainly something, but enough about that. She could use some of her dumb boyfriend's help before her healing shit packed in and Henry puked up his mangled intestines.

"Excuse me, my hot girlfriend needs me, so I gotta go." He smiled at Evelyn, clapping her on the back briefly as you'd do with an old friend. She wasn't a friend, not even an acquaintance at this point, but seeing that perturbed look on her face (something he thought was pouting) made it worth it and so damn sweet. Speaking of sweet, his girl was kicking ass and he was more than happy to tell her he loved her whilst helping.

"You heard it here first. Kid Danger has hyper-motility and Miss Danger has super-degeneration." The reporter turned to face the camera, her mood sombre as she told the world that the superheroes were dying or diseased well before their time. Well, this would cause a shitstorm.

"How's it going?" Ray grunted after punching the last guy, feeling like he'd really helped out, despite having only thrown one fist. Somehow, through the skin of their teeth, Henry and (y/n) had managed to work together to take two out, leaving the third for his flirtiness.

"Have fun flirting with your ex?" (y/n) asked quietly and bitterly, Henry's arm stretched over her shoulders as she helped him limp across the park. Fuck, they were tired, some more than others after battling with a heavy heart and a mind swirling with doubt. Had he really left her for some ex-flame, right when she was ready to give him everything, anything she could offer?

"I wasn't flirting with her, I promise. You know I only love you, sweet girl." He carefully put his hands on her hips, worried that she'd push him away, say she wasn't interested in someone like him who had old relationships in practically every street, but (y/n) just stayed quiet, staring at his tunic. She trusted him and had no doubt that he was telling the truth when he promised that he loved her, she just didn't trust Evelyn.

"What were you talking about?" She questioned, feeling Henry slump as he took a moment to gather his strength. He couldn't rush them when they were being lovey-dovey and honestly, he wanted Ray to clear the air so everything stayed okay. He could wait, it was fine.

"Well, I told her that I'm happy that she's engaged to some loser and that I don't care about her because I'm dating my sexy, superhero best friend who means more to me than anyone else in the world." He blushed, feeling like a right old sap, but to see how she visibly melted into his embrace, dropping Henry's arm and curling into his body made it all worth it. Yeah, it was mushy and the kid listening wasn't sure if he could listen to it, but with her, being tender and honest with his emotions was easy. It was just too powerful to keep inside anymore.

"Evelyn Hall is engaged? Poor guy." She giggled, leaning her forehead against his chest as his arms covered her back and brought her in closer, something he'd wanted to do the minute he walked into that damn, interview trap. This was nice, just a moment to patch things up, settle any grudges and a little reward after a job well done.

"Yeah, I know, right? I'm so glad I'm with you instead." He chuckled, craning his neck downwards so he could kiss the crown of her head, thrilled that she wasn't mad. They were gonna be just fine.

"Me too. I don't know where I'd be without you, doofus--" (y/n) smiled, reeling from his affection, although the kiss mixed with the sappy words was the final straw for Henry. He could deal with their grossness for a bit, he knew that being touchy and sentimental was just what they did, but he had a limit.

"All right, all right, I get it, you love him, he loves you. Now, do you have any water?" He butted in, wanting to have some attention on him now they'd kissed and made up. He was pooped and his throat was scratchy; he'd taken the most hits, after all.

"Oh, yeah.'" Ray nodded, pulling a bottle of cool water from the back of his utility belt, but rather than offering it to Henry like the kid wanted, he just started gulping it down himself, prompting a small whimper to escape Henry's mouth. He wanted that crystalline goodness.

"Oi, give the bottle to the kid, you doof!" (y/n) slapped his arm, making him stop drinking and look at her with chubby, water-filled cheeks. He swallowed slowly, looking a bit guilty at how he'd messed up again, so slowly passed the half-full bottle to Henry, who was glad that the woman was around to keep him in line. That was more like it; sharing is caring and when she gave him a proud smile and subtly flirtatious praise, it made a shiver go up and down his spine. "Good boy."

~The next day, in the Man Cave~

After the incident in the park, Henry had been sent home to sleep off his injuries (the best remedy) and Ray and (y/n) went home to fully make up after the argument, something they did extremely well. From the kid's snoozing to the couple's not-snoozing, no one saw the news reports flooding social media; hashtags, videos, updates, all of them panicking about what was happening to poor Kid Danger and Miss Danger.

Henry walked into Junk-N-Stuff like he did nearly every day, strolled into the elevator and entered the Man Cave with a spring in his step. Okay, something smelled great and he realised how hungry he was as he saw Jasper and Charlotte sitting at the couch, nibbling away and watching the news. Ray and (y/n) were notably absent too, probably sleeping in after their vigorous activities, but that didn't matter; the kids could hang out until they showed up.

"Hey, what's up, crimefighters? And, oh my god, I smell chicken wings!" Henry gasped as he dumped his bag and walked over to them, but his friends were much more interested in whatever Trent was saying on the TV. They just shushed him, wanting to hear every little word said since it was...personal to them.

"What's going on? What are you guys watching?" Henry asked, frowning when they wouldn't let him speak. Why would they care about the dumb news? It was just full of boring grown-up stuff, that's why hadn't bothered to check it that morning after he'd woken up.

"It's the news report about you and (y/n)," Charlotte told him, turning around briefly to look at him before refocusing on the monitor. She wasn't completely sure about what was happening, but if they all shut up and listened, they'd find out momentarily.

"Yeah, and they're talking about how—" Jasper was about to tell him all about it, having seen some of the story on his Twitflash earlier, but Henry made him be quiet as Trent started talking and it was like his stomach fell to the ground as the muddled story got back to him.

"According to Captain Man himself, Kid Danger has been stricken with a serious, rare disease, known as hyper-motility. Miss Danger has also been infected with something equally deadly, an illness Captain Man called Super-degeneration." Trent told the viewers in a sombre tone, shocking Henry at how they'd taken Ray's words, mushed them up and spat them back out completely wrong. The public thought he and (y/n) were sick? What the hell?

"Wait, disease? What are they talking about, disease?" Henry stammered, trying to wrap his head around what the man had just said, but Charlotte just shushed him again as the report developed. Maybe it would be a good time to go and see what Ray and (y/n) were up to since this was also about the young woman. On second thought, maybe it was best to just let them finish on their own...

"Here with us now, in studio, is rare disease expert, Doctor Andrew Skurvay. What can you tell us about these diseases, hyper-motility and super-degeneration?" Trent asked the bald man, who definitely looked like a respectable, medical man, but as the superpowers weren't illnesses or anything to be worried about, he was out of his depth, to say the least.

"I've never heard of them. But I will say diseases, in general, can cause big problems." Doctor Skurvay answered honestly, not caring that no one was watching for general facts, they wanted the nitty-gritty about this hyper-modiddly and super-vegetation crap.

"I see. And in what ways do you feel hyper-motility and super-degeneration might affect Kid Danger and Miss Danger?" Trent pressed on with the interview as Henry slumped into the supercomputer chair. This was just crazy, what had Ray said to Evelyn Hall that ended up with this amount of confusion? He just wanted to scream at the screen and tell the stupid news anchor that he nor (y/n) were dying, in fact, they were doing better than ever.

"Well, it could lead to an increase or decrease in their appetites, high or low blood pressure, it could cause weight gain—" The doctor started listing every little symptom of any disease he could think of. Some of them weren't even things caused by sickness, some of them were just natural. He was bullshitting his ass off, which was the most irritating thing.

"Or weight loss?" And when Overrunder started joking in, it got even worse. Why could KLVY News never be sensible and ask for an official statement from the Man Cave before they started spreading vicious rumours? Yeah, it had come from Ray's mouth, but it had been wildly altered by a woman with a grudge and then spoken by countless lips until it was nothing like it was originally, like a game of Chinese Whispers. "Possibly."

"Okay, you know what? I'm turning this off." Henry sighed, slamming his hand down on the console so the dumb news clip would go away. He'd heard enough and it was safe to say that he wasn't best pleased about how the entire city was freaking out about something completely untrue.

"How come you're so upset?" Jasper asked through a mouthful of chicken, uncaring about the fact that he had barbecue sauce smeared all over his lips like some smoky, sticky lipgloss. He looked like a toddler who hadn't learned to eat yet, but he just ignored it - the wings were just so damn good.

"'Cause! Everyone in Swellview is gonna think me and (y/n) are seriously sick." Henry answered, thinking that this was gonna be a huge mess that they'd have to sort out. Captain Man and his sidekicks had extremely loyal fans, from tiny children to even elderly grandparents and many of them would be devastated to know that not only was the man losing his best friend but his beloved girlfriend too. Would they take extreme measures?

"No, they won't. Nobody under sixty-five watches the news anymore." Charlotte calmed his nerves and she was right. The cool, hip youth couldn't be assed to actually watch a video, not when they could see the thirty-second clip online with the added bonus of emojis.

"Yah, so check social media," Jasper added, reminding Henry about how they were young too. They could see what people actually cared about on their phones, not the boring shit on the TV and honestly, sometimes it was better than whatever Trent or Mary were rambling on about.

"Oh, yeah...social media's the real news. Check it, check it, check it!" He told Charlotte eagerly, making her take out her phone so she could start scrolling. Jasper just kept on nomming as she opened one of her apps, loading it up before going onto the trending page. That was where they'd see if Henry was worrying about nothing or not.

"Oh, dude, you have wing sauce..." Henry told Jasper as she searched and gestured to the side of his mouth so he'd know where the barbecue sauce was. He couldn't let him just walk around like that, someone, probably Ray, would take the piss.

"Oh, hand me a wet ragette," Jasper instructed him and the kid yanked one from the top of the tub, throwing it to him so he could get cleaned up. These wings were good but messy, and when Jasper went to rub it off, he missed completely, thinking Henry was pointing to the opposite cheek.

"It's, like, right here—no, like—on the side—and, no, but—you gotta...you got it." Henry gave up at that point. If his best friend wasn't going to listen to his directions then he'd just leave him. He'd get it eventually and he had more pressing matters to worry about, like whether the city was going insane or not.

"Okay, trending topics. Number five, goodbye-Kid Danger-Miss Danger." Charlotte cringed as she read it out, seeing that, unlike her previous theory, Ray's words were starting to spread in a concerning way.

"See? I knew it! What's number four say?" He exclaimed, leaning over the back of the couch to get a good look at her phone. Number five was bad but not terrible, he could live with it if that was it and if it didn't climb any higher. Number five meant people would forget about it, but that wasn't the worst of it.

"Pray-for-Kid Danger- and-Miss Danger." She answered, crushing his hopes there as he started to get the idea that this was a tad more serious than just a number-five, trending topic. This was the hot story of the week. "And three?"

"Kid Danger-Miss Danger-RIP" Well, this was just getting silly now. It was nice to know that their passings were generating a lot of love and support, but knowing that some dumb mistake had been blown up into something this was crazy was just irritating. Why couldn't people just think? "Two?"

"Remembering-Kid Danger-and-Miss Danger."

"Number one?" This was the biggie. Maybe, just maybe, by some miracle, the biggest trend wasn't him and (y/n), perhaps it was just hashtag-happy-Caturday or hashtag-just-girly-things. A guy could hope, right?

"Hyper-motility-and-super-degeneration-kill." Well, that went down like a lead balloon. That proved it, everyone was talking about him, thinking he was gonna die or be crippled or something when in reality, he was better equipped to take down any assholes who threatened the city. (y/n) too, did she look sick? No, she looked great, so great that Captain Man wanted to fucking marry her, this disease bullshit was really dampening that shine.

"Dang it!" Henry growled, upset that everything had gone wrong, but at least he could still eat some chicken wings. He reached for one of the sticky things, ready to chow down and munch away his sorrows, but before he could take a wing from Jasper's plate, his friend snatched it away like he had cooties. Which he didn't, he was perfectly healthy. "No, don't touch me!"

"What? No, dude, I'm not actually sick, neither is (y/n), whatever she and Ray are...up to." Henry tried to reassure him, screwing his nose up a bit as he thought about the couple's absence. His mind did not wanna go there, so he just thanked Schwoz for soundproofing every room; the guy was a little genius.

"I don't take risks," Jasper replied, his body stiff as he looked at his best friend's possibly-plagued-possibly-not figure and he decided that even if he knew what hyper-motility was, he didn't want to die. He got his facts from social media and Twitflash never lies. Right?

~Later that day~

Okay, it was official. The city had actually gone bat-shit crazy. And not just a bit, like full-on, probably should be sectioned, dangerous lunacy.

Some "genius" had decided that since no one had ever heard of this hyped-up-motiddly and soup-ear-degenerate-nation disease thingies, they were gonna start a campaign to raise awareness and possibly set up a foundation or support group for those affected by it. Of course, it didn't exist, but that didn't stop the dumb craze from going viral.

Now, it wasn't something cute and genuinely helpful, holy shit, no. That would be too easy; to mirror the agonising pain that Captain Man's sidekicks must've been experiencing, the youth of the modern era, the generation of tomorrow had decided to screw those soft, squishy, delicate things they called brains and had taken to dumping boxes of rocks onto their heads, which made sense to no one, but everyone did it anyway. It was stupid, dangerous, not helpful in any way, but that's what made it so great for social media; it was fun to watch people get hurt and if you didn't do your own version, then you were just a cruel asshole who didn't care for poor, poor Kid Danger and Miss Danger. Hashtag-you-will-be-missed.

"I honestly can't believe you, Raymond. How could you not know you were telling Evelyn Hall that mine and Henry's superpowers are diseases? When she got all sad, why didn't that ring any alarm bells?" (y/n) groaned at her boyfriend as she paced around the Man Cave and he stuffed his face full of fruit, candy and other baked goods that had been sent in as tributes to the falling heroes. Hashtag-gone-before-your-time.

"I don't know, sweet girl. Just wanted to get back to your sweet ass so we could go home and fu—" He garbled through a mouth of something sweet and spongy. Yeah, technically, the food, bears, balloons, flowers, gift baskets, toys, jewellery, bath sets, cards, letters, streamers, confetti and purses were for (y/n) and Henry to split between them, but since she was so mad, Ray could help but nibble on a tad of her half. Okay, maybe more than a nibble, more like enough chocolate and cake that it felt like he was gonna explode as he chucked another wrapper on the floor and smiled up at the woman through a food-coma-haze. Hashtag-sorry-not-sorry.

"Yeah, and even after we did that, you insisted on doing it again three times this morning, so now, the whole, damn city thinks I'm dying! And stop eating my candy!" She snapped, watching as he laid back and chuckled at how insatiable the pair of them had been. It was entirely his fault, she'd been an equal participant and was only shouting because he'd depleted her half of the food. If he carried on eating, he was gonna puke. Hashtag-food-baby-proud-mama.

"You loved it. Wouldn't stop screaming my name, even after your fourth—" He bragged in a tight voice, cracking open his tired eyes to see her standing there with her hands on her hips and a bored expression on her face. Yeah, she loved it, she could hide that smiley blush all she wanted, but he knew if he asked her again, she wouldn't say no. His perfect girl. Hashtag-bae-for-life.

"Wait... I think Henry's coming down the tube, so stop talking about sex before you scar that boy for life. He already knows what we were doing this morning, he doesn't want to hear any details." She warned him, just as the tube came down, confirming her suspicions. All the teens had blushed when she finally crawled out of bed that morning for some breakfast and had avoided eye contact as they told her all about Ray's fuck-up with the reporter the night before. Well, that was her perfect morning ruined. Hashtag-awkward.

"Hey, guys I really need you to—whoa." Henry started in a panicked voice, having just come from his house with terrifyingly alarming news, but stopped at the top of the steps when he saw the gifts and mess surrounding the large man, eating himself to death on the couch, his girlfriend standing over him with a semi-annoyed, semi-amused face. She thought he was cute when he ate the cookies or chocolate buttons, but when he kept going with his shirt riding up and crumbs all over the cushions, that made him dumb, like a doofus. Her doofus. Hashtag-when-your-boyfriend-drives-you-insane-but-you-love-him-anyway.

"Hey, Henry. Ray can't speak like a human right now, so I'll interpret whatever this caveman shit is. Hi, Henry, I'm Ray and I love to flex my muscles and eat all my girlfriend's presents, duhhhhh." (y/n) joked, putting on her best thicko, Jeff Bilsky-style, voice to tease her boyfriend and that at least made him move a bit with indignation, but wasn't enough to stop him eating. He just kept shovelling things into his mouth. Hashtag-haters-gonna-hate.

"Dude, what's go—is he okay? What happened?" The boy asked hurriedly as he dashed over, thinking that man was in pain or poisoned or something, but really, he was fine. Just a little bloated from the non-stop eating and (y/n) waved off his worry as she sighed and looked at the handsome man. Aw, his hand on his swollen tummy was cute and now she remembered why she'd agreed to spend all night and half the day in bed with him, because no matter what he did, she couldn't stay mad, not for long and not when he looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Hashtag-one-true-pairing.

"Chocolate-covered grapes!" Ray exclaimed in an exhausted tone, his stomach clearly telling him that it couldn't take much more, but everything tasted so good. Swellview had some amazing chefs and bakers, and he just wanted to try it all, even if his sweet girl wouldn't go near him when he was lying in all that filth. Oh, and look, a little grapey had decided to run away from his mouth, silly, little grapey, he wanted that chocolate sweetness. Granted, they weren't the best thing he'd ever tasted, nor were the cakes, the muffins, the fruit or any of the pizzas that had been ordered to the Man Cave on behalf of some families. No, his favourite taste was a little sweeter, like honey; he'd been craving it for years and last night he had drunk it in like a man dying of thirst. Hashtag-I-would-die-for-her. "This little guy tried to escape. Well...no more room in me!"

"(y/n/n), what is going on? What happened here?" Henry asked the woman as she rolled her eyes at how he was talking to a grape, but she was a bit happy that he'd given up with the food. She opened he mouth to answer, but Ray decided that through his dire need for a stomach pump, he could explain it perfectly well. Hashtag-a-fucking-dumb-idea.

"People sent you two—I mean, people sent Kid Danger and Miss Danger all these gift baskets full of food." He grumbled, rolling over on the couch so he could get comfy, and he'd taken the liberty of shoving a large, sturdy ottoman in between the gap so his spine wouldn't snap in half, but even so, he much preferred snuggling on a feather mattress with his sweet girl. Hashtag-she's-the-one.

"Yeah, they started arriving just after you, Jasper and Charlotte left. I would say we should halfsies but someone has already eaten most of mine, so just take whatever you can find. I'm definitely having that teddy bear though." (y/n) pointed to a large, particularly fluffy bear that, in her mind, would be the perfect addition to her life and waded her way through the junk so she could get to it. However, before she could even reach for the stuffed animal, Ray was yanking on her wrist and grunting at her incoherently, something about love, hot, food, hurt and a wedding? She had no idea what that was about. Hashtag-random.

"Kid Danger and Miss Danger, we hope these banana-nut muffins will give you both comfort and joy in your final days." Henry frowned as he read out one of the condolence cards, making (y/n) nod in sympathy as she understood the feeling. She'd read pretty much all of them and they were all saying roughly the same thing; we're sorry, death, disease, have free food. It was so annoying, but hey, it tickled Ray's funny bone.

"Yeah, everybody thinks you're both doomed." He chuckled, earning a slap on the shoulder from his irritated girlfriend, who couldn't believe that he was laughing at his mistake. Of course, if she was doomed, he'd be mortified and grief-stricken, but since neither of them was and people were freaking out over nothing, then he found the whole thing pretty funny. Plus, he got to see his girl getting all feisty, sassy and...hot. It was a win-win.

"Oh, dude, I can't believe you ate all these baskets." The boy grumbled, fishing through the static wrappers and brightly-coloured paper to see that whatever was there had long since been wolfed down, something that was oddly impressive when you took in the fact that he'd eaten almost everything in such a small time and fitted it all into such a small space. He didn't care, he'd just work out and burn off the calories later. Hashtag-do-you-even-lift-bro.

"Didn't even save me a bite but it's fine. I'll just be the one to rub his back and tell him it's okay when he's vomiting for the next five hours." (y/n) sassed, folding her arms and wrinkling her nose at the thought of having to deal with an actual illness later on when all the food came back up. She could never resist stepping in to be his carer when he did this and had a lot of experience of trying not to wretch when he was over the toilet, puking his guts up. But then again, he'd always held her hair back, brought her soup, tucked her in, rubbed her swollen tummy, cancelled all his plans and snuggled with her when she used to get the flu, so could she complain? Did she want to?

"Don't worry, sweet girl. I'm oka—oh, I'm gonna puke." Ray tried to stand up, thinking that his stomach had it completely under control, but the sudden change from laying down to being upright didn't sit right with his digestive system, and he felt woozy as things got shaken. He stumbled, bending over to try and stop his stomachache, which forced his girl to stop being smart and rush over to help him, one arm going around his waist and the other bringing his head to rest on her shoulder as she took his weight. The discomfort on his face was too much to ignore and she just knew she had to help him, even if he'd done it to himself. Henry though was less sympathetic.

"You can puke after we—oh, is that a—oh, come one. Now, there's a bee in here. Now, there's a bee in the Man Cave." Henry gasped as he saw the flying insect circling the many bouquets of flowers that had been brought in, but the more he tried to swat it away, the angrier it got. Seriously, it was just a bee, what was the deal?

"So? Just stand still and it won't hurt you. Or find a glass and a piece of paper so you can take it outside." (y/n) told him calmly as she helped Ray sit down, but Henry's fight or flight instincts were telling him to swipe at the air until he was safe, despite the woman's advice being the best thing he could've done. Bees only attack when threatened, and he was being very threatening.

"Can't you come help me?" He asked, the fear evident in his voice, but she didn't even spare him a glance, preferring to sit on the edge of the couch and soothingly stroke Ray's stomach and forehead to try and make him feel better. His skin was clammy from the pain, but behind the dull ache, his tummy was fluttering with butterflies as her hand slipped under his shirt and trailed over his belly button. God, she still made him feel like a teenager like he was still just crushing on her, waiting for some miracle to tell him that yes, she loved him too, even after nearly a year of dating and countless confirmations that all of this was real.

"No, I'm caring for my dumb boyfriend." She mumbled, smiling when his hand slid over hers, his arm curled around her back to pull her in closer and he gazed at her with dilated pupils, eyes full of love rather than pain. It was like she was numbing it, healing him like her not-deadly superpower did to her, only this wasn't a gift, it was all her, just his sweet girl taking care of him, no matter what.

"Oh, my tummy hurts so bad, sweet girl." He groaned, causing her to lean down to kiss it better, making his breath hitch when her lips brushed against his skin, only briefly but it was enough to make his heart race. Henry, however, was still having bee issues, backing away and focusing on the bees so intensely, he was going a bit cross-eyed.

"Get outta here, bee. I hate bees, guys. Oh, oh, oh, arghhhh!" Henry screeched when the bee dive-bombed into his mouth, making him splutter and panic when he felt a sting/fucking, painful stab on his tongue. Ray and (y/n) took one look at each other before bursting into a fit of giggles, thinking he looked ridiculous as he pawed at his tongue, the bee flying away now that he'd learnt his lesson. Hashtag-bee-one-Henry-zero.

"Guys...the bee just stung my tongue!" He spat, feeling the tip starting to swell as the mild poison attacked his body and hearing his slurred speech was hilarious, making the adults laugh even harder at how he'd been terrified and taken down by a tiny insect. (y/n) would help him in a bit, but she still had Ray and his stomach to think about.

"Ohhh, don't make me laugh" He moaned, instantly grabbing the woman's hand and putting it back on his body after she'd absentmindedly removed it. He needed her to rub away the swelling, his own hand was useless; too big, too manly, too calloused. He needed small, soft, delicate fingers to work their magic and honeyed lips to kiss his pouting, quivering lips.

"Next time, please don't eat so much." (y/n) begged him, fluttering her eyelashes as she leaned down to press their lips together momentarily, just enough to let him taste her sweetness, but not enough to leave him satisfied, so his head craned up to follow her as she pulled away. Not fair, he wanted more kisses, god knows he spent years dreaming about what he'd have to give to get just one, now, he had them on demand, but he still couldn't enough. And his belly hurt. Give him a break. "Okay, sweet girl, kiss me again and I'll think about it."

"Doofus..." She muttered, suppressing a smile as she went back down, this time letting him linger for as long as he wanted, even when his tongue ran against her bottom lip, begging to be let in so it could fully taste the honey, but she remembered that Henry was in the room. They had to keep some level of decency, no matter how far his desires ran, and the long wait was really starting to piss the kid off. Okay, it was fine at first, be he didn't want to see everything. Hashtag-face-eaters.

"All right, stop eating each other's faces. I need you to help me do this livestream." He sighed, making them break apart as (y/n) realised how long and how carried away they were getting, not that Ray cared. He was up for round...he'd lost count, but still, he didn't mind and his tummy could make an exception. What was this about a livestream? He just wanted to lie back, let all the food digest and casually make out with the hot girl next to him, why did he need to be bothered? "Why?"

"'Cause, I, no, me and (y/n) need everyone to know that we—well, that Kid Danger and Miss Danger aren't sick." He answered and it checked out. The reminder made (y/n) ponder; yeah, kissing Ray was amazing and making out did sound like bliss, but this was a problem and the sooner they went on air, the sooner people would stop freaking out. They could kiss and most likely end up fucking later.

"All right, bossy pants, go set up the livestream. I'll be over in a bit." She told him, pointing her thumb back at the computer as Ray groaned and clutched at her dress. Her boobs and thighs looked great in it and he didn't want to lose her to a dumb livestream, he wanted her to be his sexy, little nurse. She giggled at how dramatic he was being, checking to see if Henry wasn't looking, and he wasn't, and that meant she could give him one more long kiss, just enough to stop him moaning for a while.

"All right, on it." The boy mumbled, holding his cheek as he remained oblivious to the couple's shenanigans. It was a nightmare trying to navigate the crap, plastic and baskets on the floor, even more so when his tongue was throbbing, but he thought he'd done okay and swaggered over to the computer as usual. There was a slight problem though, he didn't see the pesky, rogue, chocolate-grape from earlier still on the floor and the moment he stepped on it, the slimy skin made him slip backwards and land harshly on his back as the world seemingly lost gravity. Hashtag-grapes-have-an-agenda.

"Ooohhh, ding, dong, dang it..." The kid groaned in agony as his entire body throbbed and he writhed on the tiles as Ray chuckled and (y/n) whipped around to check if he was all right. They really needed to clean this place up before there were any more accidents.

"Told you not to make me laugh," Ray grumbled as his chuckles made his tummy ache again, causing his girl to return to stroking it to make it better. A kiss too? That would make him feel a lot better, even if he was just being greedy now.

"And I told you not to eat so much." The woman retorted, her thumb brushing against the coarse hair that grew on his navel and lead all the way down to...you know what. She knew that path well, but her actions were purely innocent and all in the hopes that he'd feel better soon. Well, they were innocent until Ray's mind turned to filth, forgetting that his youngest sidekick was crippled on the floor thanks to his grapes.

"You know what would make me feel better?" He asked quietly, the air around them suddenly shifting as he tugged her ear closer because if Henry heard, he'd just wither and die on the spot. This was for her ears only and a sure-fire way of making her cheeks scarlet and her lips part in shock. And that was his fourth favourite thing to do, before kissing her, making love to her and numero uno, just being with her, doing the basic boyfriend shit that others overlooked. He loved all of that because he did it for her and when they were together, it was like no one else was in the room. "What?"

"If your hand moved down by about three inches." He smirked, eyes lighting up gleefully when, as predicted, her cheeks flared and she nervously looked to see if Henry had heard. He hadn't, thank god, he was still dying, meaning she was free to let the comment fluster her and he could watch her flounder, knowing every move she'd make. Here came the mouth-drop, three...two...one...there it was.

"Raymond, I—I—you—we—" And next came the stuttering, the desperate search for a reply as she processed how he could switch from being normal to pouty to a man with the filthiest mouth on Earth in about five seconds. He just stared at her with a soft expression, loving how the redness still hadn't gone, even when her juddering jaw came back up and she put her thoughts back together. Sweet girl, he knew her so well, but her next move was a surprise.

"If you insist." It was (y/n)'s turn to be smug when her hand drifted down three inches exactly, over his belt and...well, he wasn't expecting that.

~Half an hour later~

Well, Henry stopped dying a lot sooner than expected, meaning despite their bodies saying, no, please don't go!, they had to get up and pop a gumball for the all-important livestream. Ray set up the computer, sent a message to the team at KLVY News that they had something to say and made sure his hair looked great as (y/n) helped Henry with his tongue issue.

It turned out that his reaction to the bee sting was a bit more dramatic than previously expected and he could barely talk, so being the lovely person she was, the young woman dug through her first-aid kit and brought out some numbing gel stuff that should've numbed the pain and stemmed the swelling. Well, that was the plan anyway and they'd better hurry, 'cause they were going live in five, four, three, two...

"Hi! It's me, Captain Man... Uh, hey, Miss Danger, Kid Danger, are we gonna do this or what?" Ray introduced himself to the viewers as the feed flickered to life, not that he needed any introduction. Everyone knew who he was, but the ones they really wanted to see were next to the elevator, dabbing Henry's tongue with the medicine so he'd stand a chance at appearing healthy. Fat chance, his leg was all fucked-up too, bruised and tender from the fall thirty minutes ago, so what with his tongue and limp (both of which cracked (y/n) up to no end - cruel, but true), he was having a tough time of it.

"Wphang won, pe fottah plutt dhish omn mha tchongue." Henry replied, making (y/n) snort and laugh uncontrollably at how silly he sounded. He had to steady her hands as her body shook and her lungs wheezed for air, but it was just so funny. The kind of funny that's so damn hilarious, it renders you powerless and unable to breathe, shaking like a leaf.

"Well, we're live-streaming right now, so..." Ray told them, his eyes softening when he saw how happy his girl was, how rosy her cheeks were and how she went into another round when Henry started talking again. He couldn't help but snap a quick picture on his phone.

"Whah? Wite wow? Cude, we wolde woo cho gwiv usch ah headsch wup!" He complained, waving his hands around madly, which only made it worse for (y/n). She was in tears at this point, holding her tummy like she was in agony and little gasps passed through her teeth as she tried to not to laugh, tried not to make Henry's minor injury seem stupid, but she couldn't help it. He sounded so fucking funny.

"Heads up." Ray noted, understanding what the kid was saying even through his garbled nonsense and extra syllables. (y/n) finally, somehow, just about managed to finish applying the numbing gel, leaving the tube on a cabinet as Henry quickly pulled her along, eager to get on TV and straighten this whole thing out. Well, I say quickly, as quickly as he could hobbling on one leg, limping in front of the camera and the way he was dragging the woman didn't do her much favours either. She was still light-headed from the laughing and was tripping up over her yelled boots as they approached the screen, the pair of them making a sorry sight in front of the concerned viewers, especially when they tripped on some of the gifts lying around.

"Whe'ur wokay, whe'ur wokay." Henry told Ray as he helped them both up, ensuring to keep a tight hold on his girl's hips as she started laughing again, attempting to suppress it now that they were live, but it just wouldn't stop, a tear fell from her eye and despite making no noise, she was still cracking up. She had no air left to make her vocal cords work, so what should've seemed quite cute, appeared like she was in agony. Right, okay, be cool, be cool, it was time to set things straight.

"Whi, whevwywon, hit's wus, Kwid Dwangur ande Mwiss Dwangur. Ande, uhhh, wee jwust wahnted to sway vhat we'ur wokay! Dhere's nwo nweed to wowwy, we'ur fwine. Whwypur-mowiwwly ande schooper-wegenewaschion waren't diweases, the'ur sootherpowwersth. Stho, theur'sth, nwo nweed for weverywon choo kweep dwopping wocks won yurr headsch, 'causech, we'urr fwine." Henry announced, making Ray genuinely worry for his girlfriend's health as she reached the two minute mark of not stopping for air. Every "word" the kid spoke just made it worse and even though she could survive without air, it didn't make it any less alarming. And the people at home, well, they were so worried! Kid Danger was a shadow of his former self and Miss Danger was in crippling pain, they needed more rocks.

"Ta—hank—youuu—-and—anddd—G-Godd—b-blesss—the-the—ci-ci-ty—-of—of—Swe—ll—view." The young woman managed to get out the last line they'd rehearsed but each word was followed by a desperate gasp for air as she kept squealing. People guessed from the way she was holding his stomach that her intestines were super-degenerating and it must have been agonising. Why else would she not be able to speak normally otherwise?

"Uh, yes. Gobbledy-goo to everyone." Ray finished the livestream in a highly amused mood, reaching for the off button with the knowledge that they'd just made it ten times worse, but seeing his sweet girl so happy made him uncaring. Henry would be disappointed but that smile made it all worth it.

"Okay, tongue out again." (y/n) instructed Henry as he got comfortable on the computer chair for another dose of the medicine. Obviously, it hadn't worked well last time, but a second dose was enough to numb his tongue into normality again. He just needed to stay quiet so she could focus and get it done.

"And don't talk. You know that she finds it hilarious when you do the mumble tongue thing." Ray told him firmly, making the kid nod solemnly. The man didn't need to worry, he'd already worked that one out and remained perfectly still as she spread a small blob of gel across the bump, ensuring that she used enough and got it everywhere this time. Laughing was fun, but not when it left her ribs aching and her face blue.

"Okay and...there you go. This stuff should make your tongue swelling go down in fifteen to thirty minutes so just wait whilst I put in some earplugs." She told the kid, handing the tube and spreader to her boyfriend as she swiped two little, orange buds from the console and jammed them in her ears. It seemed a bit weird, but she wasn't going to risk hearing him talk funny, she actually wanted to stop chuckling and spluttering now.

"I schure hopes stho. Ande it'sh gwood vhat you'ur weawing wear wugs 'cwause whenn wou waugh, woo wook wealwy stwoopid." Henry answered, just after she put them in and it was like someone had turned the noise of the world off. Shit, these earplugs were great (courtesy of Schwoz) and all she could see was the boy's mouth moving and hear the blood rushing through her head. Weird.

"I don't know what you just said, but...okay." Ray nodded, not catching the meaning there but...no laughter! It was a shame to see her spirits dampened, but also interesting to see how she reacted to not being able to hear. It was weird, the Man Cave always made some kind of noise, whether it was the rowdy residents, noisy guests or just the whirring machine, it was never silent, so hearing nothing was new.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" (y/n) asked her boyfriend in a fucking loud voice when she saw his lips move, thinking she was speaking in a normal tone, but really she bellowed in his face. Henry and Ray cringed at her volume, wondering how such a usually reserved person could be so deafening, but it wasn't like they could tell her to be quiet, so the superhero just put his finger on his lips before kissing her forehead. She got the message, snuggling into his chest so she could feel his heartbeat, and the silence was peaceful, until Charlotte stepped out of the elevator, PearPad in hand and she did not look happy.

"Hey, guys." She greeted, expecting things to be normal in her workplace, well, as normal as things got around the headquarters of a secretive superhero, but things were getting weird. Henry needed to get his tongue sorted and fast.

"Hey, Charlotte." "Hwey, what'sch wup?" "HI, CHARLOTTE!" The girl cringed at the sudden shouting, wondering what the hell was up with (y/n) as she stood there with a pleasant smile on her face as if she hadn't just yelled at the top of her lungs. Was this something to do with that car crash of a livestream?

"What's wrong with her?" She asked Ray, who slinked an arm around his girl's shoulders so she'd relax and not shout at anyone else. Fuck, how long did that gel say it was gonna take? He loved her with all his heart, every fibre of his being, but even he couldn't tolerate being deafened every time he got close enough to kiss her.

"She laughs uncontrollably every time Henry talks so she's got Schwoz's fancy earplugs in. Can't hear a thing, not even hers—" Ray answered, trying to make it brief so his girl wouldn't try to add something to the conversation, but she interrupted, thinking no one was talking 'cause she couldn't hear them or see Ray's lips moving.

"SORRY, CHARLOTTE. I WOULD TALK TO YOU BUT I'VE GOT THESE EARPLUGS IN AND I CAN'T HEAR A DAMN THING. YOU CAN TALK TO RAY THOUGH, AND HENRY, BUT HE MAKES ME LAUGH SO I HAVE TO WEAR THESE!" She bellowed, making everyone jump as she explained her situation, thinking nothing about how the girl in front of her was wincing. Seriously, she wasn't even that tall, how could be so loud?

"Quiet, sweet girl. Hey, did you see our livestream?" Ray asked, petting (y/n)'s head and signalling for her to be quiet, which she got. Maybe her voice was going crazy since she could hear herself, crazy being the understatement of the year. She just hugged Ray's waist, happy to lean her cheek against the crevasse between his pecs where she could feel his strong heartbeat against her skin. When one sense goes, the others elevate, and she was loving it.

"Uh, yeah. They're talking about it on the news right now." She told them, intriguing Henry, who was eager to see if his little plan had worked. Come on, the people of Swellview had to think he was okay now, they'd heard it from his own lips. Or had they?

"Oh, yeah?" "Woh, weah? Won wha nwews?" Ray and Henry asked, but no one had told the girl why he sounded like his mouth was full of marbles. She understood (y/n) and got why she laughed every time he talked, but why he was talking like that was still a mystery to her and everyone else in Swellview. At least she knew it wasn't because of a fake disease. "Hey, why are you talking like that?"

"Bee stung his tongue, now, it's numb," Ray replied, making her giggle for unknown reasons. Had he said something funny?

"Ha, that rhymed." She giggled, making her chuckle too. He was a poet and he didn't know it, the modern-day Shakespeare, well, Shakespeare if he was born in America and wore a tight, red and blue super suit. Sometimes, his genius was so big, it generated gravity, at least it did to him. "Oh, yeah. I am awesome!"

"Plut won vthe nwews." Henry interrupted his little self-praising session. He didn't care about how big-headed Ray thought he was, he just wanted to hear what people were saying about him, which made it a bit ironic. If only (y/n) could talk without bursting their ears drums.

"Wokay!" Ray mocked him, leaning over and hitting the button since he had to stay still. The gel was beginning to work, but not enough to make him normal. Hopefully, he'd be all right again after they watched Trent, Mary and that stupid doctor. And it wasn't nice to make fun of his temporary condition, Ray didn't tolerate being mocked, so why should he?

"Whow, wokay. Kweep dwoing vhat ande I weel twell youer gwirlfwend abwout youer pwans to mawwy hurr." He snapped, making Ray clamp his hand over his mouth as he looked at (y/n) with terrified eyes, scared that she might have heard in some impossible way. She hadn't, duh, Schwoz's tech was way too sophisticated to just stop working and she was in her own little world as she twiddled her thumbs, waiting to stare at the news. Thank god for that, Ray would've died on the spot.

"You can't tell her anything, it's a secret. Understand?" The large, fairly intimidating man growled at the boy, his eyes burning into him as he nodded slowly, knowing that he poked a very sore spot. Of course, he'd never spill the beans when she could hear him, he'd never forgive himself, but it was also his reminder for Ray to hurry the fuck up. Everyone was waiting for the big moment when they got to see him drop to one knee, but he kept saying the timing was wrong, but there was never the right time. Couldn't he just do it?

"Now, let's take a look at the next clip. "We'ur wokay! Dhere's nwo nweed to wowwy, we'ur fwine."" Trent introduced a clip of Henry's speech and the doctor took a big interest in how the boy sounded terrible and how Miss Danger was twitching from her "agonising seizure". Okay, yeah, it did sound really bad on TV, maybe a live-streaming straight after a bee sting wasn't the best idea.

"Well, now it seems that his hyper-motility is affecting his tonguial motions, which is why he sounds like ahbobobubabobobab. And Miss Danger appears to be suffering from super-degeneration of the stomach, that's why she's so clearly in pain." Doctor Skurvay described, giving some semi-competent analysis for the video. It wasn't perfect, but then again, he didn't have the facts and was just making some hypotheses based on what he could see.

"Right and obviously, the only reason Kid danger is denying his and Miss Danger's illness is to be brave in their battles against certain doom. Sadly, I think their next livestream might be a dead-stream." Trent theorised, making Henry groan. He hadn't done a bit to help anything, in fact, they'd made it ten times worse. Now, people thought they were actually on the verge of death and that made Ray chuckle as (y/n) tried to lipread the news anchors. Something about their rattle against a celery baboon?

"But here's some heartwarming news. Local tween, Piper Hart, president of Captain Man's fan club, is planning the biggest rock box dump of all. She's heading to Swellview Park, where fifteen-hundred and twenty-four rocks will be dropped on her head." Oh, fuck. What the hell was Piper doing? Why were teenagers so dumb these days? That many rocks on anyone's head would kill them and Piper would be crushed under the torrent, dead or at the very least, severely brain-damaged. Oh god, Henry had to do something and he had to do something quickly.

"That's really sweet of your sister," Ray mentioned, obviously thinking it was a bad idea, but still, the thought was there. It was the only thought in the desolate wasteland of her brain, but still, it was nice that she was trying to help out.

"Sweet?!" "Dude! Wee gwotta gwet two Swewllvoo Parghk ang gwo swave hwer!" Charlotte and Henry argued, making (y/n) wonder why they both suddenly looked so angry. She'd been zoning out for the past few minutes, living in her own head since everything was so quiet and she wondered if it was safe to remove the earplugs yet.

"Why?" Ray asked, thinking that Piper wasn't actually gonna do it. It was so dumb, that and often he forgot that people weren't him or Miss Danger. Normal, squishy people could get injured, especially petite little girls and sometimes he didn't keep that in mind.

"Because she's about to drop fifteen-hundred rocks on her head!" Charlotte yelled, trying to get it into his thick skull. Geez, how did (y/n) do this? She must've had the patience of a saint, 'cause he was difficult and Charlotte was tempted to bring her back to reality if it meant she didn't have to do the explaining anymore.

"Let'sch gwo!" Henry told Ray, marching off towards the tube pads with determination in every step, but he was forgetting a very important member of the team, one who had a cool superpower, whose gut-feeling was never wrong and the only person who could keep Ray's childishness under control - (y/n).

"Hold on a minute." Ray groaned, not wanting to leave the sanctuary of his home, therefore, he'd take home with him. And no, he wasn't packing up the Man Cave and dragging it along in a suitcase or something, he was gently cupping (y/n)'s cheeks, drawing a soft, rogue gasp from her lips at his sudden touch. She hadn't expected it, being lost in her head and didn't know what her voice was doing until his fingers brushed against her ears and carefully removed the plugs, causing her to wince as sound burst back into her life. "Come on, sweet girl. We need to go."

"Fuck, that's loud. Wha—where are we going?" She stuttered, getting used to hearing things again. She had never realised how noisy the machines around the room were or how easy it was to hear someone breathing if you paid close enough attention. Anyway, they had a mission and she had no clue what was going on.

"Piper is about to dump one and a half thousand rocks on her head because she thinks you and Henry are dying. You need to go stop her before it's too late!" Charlotte exclaimed, bringing her up to speed very quickly and the young woman's eyes bulged out of her head when she heard the news. Sweet, little Piper Hart was about to do what now?

"Sweet cheese, we gotta go! Come on, handsome, Piper needs us!" (y/n) gasped and grabbed Ray's hand before he knew what was happening. His sweet girl was back in the game and yanked him swiftly across the room, heading for the tubes, which gave him just enough time to grab a meatloaf before they left. He'd digested all the stuff from earlier, he just wanted a small snack for the road, something Henry and (y/n) weren't happy about as they prepared to shoot off.

"Hey! That's ours!" The woman complained, spotting the cling-film-wrapped hunk in his hands as she put her arms around her neck and squeezed against him so they could share a tube, an always delightful experience for both of them.

"Wha? Dwude, woo cwan't bwing ower mweatwoaf." Henry complained too, only making (y/n) giggle against Ray's chest this time, a markdown from the side-splitting laughter she'd experienced earlier. Okay, it wasn't as funny now, that was good, still amusing, but getting better.

"Uh, yes, I can bring a mweatwoaf. It's my girlfriend's too." The man argued, rolling his eyes as Henry whacked his belt buckle and (y/n) did the honours for Ray since he already had his arms around her, plus the loaf in one of his hands. He never minded her hands down there, he'd be a fool to complain.

"Wup dhe chwoob!" Ah, slight problem. Henry's speech was so bad, the fancy tube microphone didn't register it as a command, it just made (y/n) giggle a bit more. Ray looked at Henry in annoyance and then down at the girl in his arms with pure adoration, wondering how lucky he was to have someone so darn cute as his hopeful, future wife.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get that." An automated voice stated, making Henry shout badly with no success again. In fact, it thought he was saying something completely different, which was extremely irritating. "Searching for cup of soup."

"Up the tube," Ray said it for him, his voice smooth and clear as the computer finally got the message and activated the tube suckage. They blasted off, going higher and higher until Ray couldn't hold onto both his girl and the meatloaf at the same time, so h had to choose between who/what to save and the answer was obvious.

"Ah, my meatloaf!" He cried as the dense loaf dropped onto the tube area below. He couldn't let his girl fall and it would be there when they got back, he'd just be slightly peckish in the meantime.

"Ha!" Henry laughed as he heard the conundrum and was glad that Ray had been taught a lesson, leaving Charlotte to roll her eyes back in the hideout. Thank god they were gone, loneliness meant an easier life.

~Swellview Park~

Well, Piper was pretty much ready to go. She'd gotten all her rocks in one big box, she had a forklift to tip them onto her head and she'd even hired Jasper to operate the dangerous, complex machinery. What could go wrong there?

A crowd had amassed in the area, holding signs of support and love, wanting to see this girl go through with her promise, such a brave act in memory of Kid Danger and Miss Danger, the ones who would soon no longer be with them. It was thanks to people like Piper that awareness for hyper-motility and super-degeneration was spreading and if she died, then she'd be as much of a hero. A stupid hero, but a hero nonetheless.

The little girl stood at her podium, a mic in her hand and she beamed at the crowd. She had no idea how big this would get; yeah, she was a bit nervous, but she'd do anything for her favourite sidekicks and didn't know what Swellview or Captain Man was gonna without them, especially Miss Danger. They were in every gossip magazine, each detailing how loyal, passionate and committed to one another they were, which was true, they'd just never get the full story. How would he fight crime without her?

"Hello, everyone in Swellview and beyond, I wanna say that it doesn't matter th—" Piper began her introduction to the livestream after the lame countdown of her camera, shaking off the shock of starting so quickly like a true professional. Her voice was steady and her smile was bright, everything was going good...until Jasper started to mess about with the forklift.

"Okay, I got this. Backing up!" He shrugged, thinking he was about to go backwards and get into position for the rock dropping, but he hadn't got it. He pressed the wrong button, making the forklift shoot forward uncontrollably towards a group of civilians snacking at a group of picnic benches. Thankfully, they all managed to get away before he ploughed through them, leaving nothing but splinters in his wake. Giving him such heavy machinery to handle was a huge mistake on Piper's part. "Uh, it's okay! I have an uncle who repairs picnic tables!"

"Please just move the forklift into position!" Piper yelled at him, hating how everything he touched turned into a farce. They were doing this for two of the greatest superheroes of all time, therefore they needed a little decorum and terrorising picnicking families wasn't helping. Still, she shook off the embarrassment and smiled into the camera again, picking up from where she left off. "Cool. And now, get ready for the biggest rock box dump of all time. Fifteen-hundred and twenty-four dropped right on my head!"

"Okay, Jasper! Get ready to pull that dump lever!" She told the teen as the crowd cheered and he was ready to help out. 'he'd never do it himself, but Piper had determination and he just wanted to get on her good side. "If you say so!"

"Drum roll!" She ordered, making Oliver Pook play a pathetic beat on a shitty drum set that weirded out the audience more than thrilling them, but Piper had the enthusiasm to make up for it. It was time, the moment she'd waited for, the moment she'd entered the history books for the biggest well-meaning idiot of all time.

"Okay, everybody! Five, four, three, two—" Piper braced herself for the pain she'd seen on everyone's faces and adjusted her flimsy hat over her honey-coloured hair so she'd have some protection. Yeah, like that was gonna save her, or maybe, someone else would step in at the right time and...

"Stop the dump!" Henry and (y/n) yelled in unison as they ran onto the scene, Ray jogging behind them since it wasn't him who the crowd needed to see. Henry used his laser to zap Jasper's hand away from the controls, saving his sister's life at the last minute as the woman guided her away from the drop zone.

"Kid Danger! Miss Danger!" Piper exclaimed as she saw the heroes walking, breathing and perfectly all right. They seemed fine as Captain Man caught up with them and she was flabbergasted as to what was going on. Shouldn't they be dead by now? Or as one kid put it, in the hospital?

"NO!" Henry told the boy who spoke up, making him frown as (y/n) noticed all the phones in the area, pointed straight at the,. There was no time to be nervous, if they were live then that meant that people could finally learn the truth.

"Hey, little girl, are all these kids live-streaming?" She asked Piper, gesturing to all the PearPhones and the girl took a moment to respond. Miss Danger was talking to her, she was okay! Only hours ago she was writhing in pain, what had happened? "Yeah."

"Good. How's your tongue?" Ray asked the boy next to him, who wiggled the muscle around and decided that it was fine now. No swelling, no bump, the gel had worked a treat and he could speak perfectly normal now, which was good news for everyone. "Better."

"You and Miss Danger, go talk to 'em." He told him, his hand hovering on his girlfriend's back as she reached over to grab the mic from Piper. She wasn't going to be shouting again, so this would work just fine because everyone in Swellview, or maybe even the whole world needed to hear about how they were okay and their superpowers were chill.

"Okay, let's do this. Right, so, hi, everyone. Please, listen to me...we are not sick! Okay? We are perfectly healthy." (y/n) told the people calmly, who didn't react with the same levelheadedness. They erupted into gasps and disbelief, with one boy even going as far as to label her a liar, something that made Ray growl. This little punk thought what? No one, not even a little kid insults his girlfriend, did he want to die? 'Cause he was gonna hurt him, well, he would if (y/n) hadn't put a hand in front of him, telling him that she and Henry could handle this.

"What? No, she's not lying. She's telling the truth." Henry backed her up, raising her hand to his face so he could use the mic, not that anyone was gonna believe them that easily. They thought they were just saying it to be brave in the face of death, something that was admirable, but stupid if they thought they were gonna fall for it.

"Kid Danger, Miss Danger, you don't have to pretend for us." "We know you're doomed." Piper and the evil child from before countered, wearing ray's patience thin. Seriously, did he have to use his Captain Man status to make them believe his sidekicks? He really thought Swellviewians were more intelligent than this.

"No, they are not!...doomed." Ray rolled his eyes, knowing that the entire city would know if his sweet girl was dying. He'd fight a thousand men and walk across the Earth barefoot if it meant he could save her and his unflappable face spoke volumes. Neither one of them were dying, there wasn't a shitstorm to prove it.

"But Captain Man said that you have hyper-motility and super-degeneration," Piper stated, remembering the hero's exact words from his terrible interview with Evelyn Hall, a moment Ray would prefer to forget since it made him so uncomfortable and made his girl feel sad. Stupid Evelyn, stupid news crew...

"Yeah, hyper-motility isn't a disease. Okay? It's a superpower." Henry replied, sending everyone in shock and confusion as he passed the microphone to (y/n) so she could explain her situation too. Her power was the opposite of a disease, she couldn't even get sick, how ironic.

"And it's super-REgeneration, not degeneration. It's also a superpower, so for the last time, we are not dying." She stressed, wanting to make it absolutely clear that she didn't destroy her own body, she replenished it, healing over wounds and afflictions with such lightning speed that it made her nearly as powerful as Captain Man, minus the bulk.

"Kid, sweet girl, why don't you go show 'em?" Ray suggested. He knew that a demonstration was the only real way to drive this home, seal the deal once and for all so no one would get confused ever again.

"All right, guys, check this out," Henry said, nudging the woman and passing the mic to Ray as they made their way into the centre of the crowd, some plans forming in their heads on how they were gonna do this. Henry was easy, he could just swipe something, but (y/n)'s would be a little more dangerous...

Henry sauntered up to a nervous-looking gentleman next to Jasper's forklift and in the blink of an eye, snatched his terribly-fitting toupee from his head, shocking everyone at how his arm was a blur and he wasn't finished there. In another flash, the toupee was back on the man's head, if slightly mussed from the speed.

"Okay, see? That's hyper-motility. It makes me have super fast reflexes. Now, Captain Man will demonstrate Miss Danger's super-regeneration." Henry explained, gesturing to Ray as (y/n) nudged a blaster into his hand and took a few steps back, making him look at her with petrified eyes. She didn't want him to...did she?

"Okay, everyone. Captain Man is gonna blast me in the chest." She told them calmly, waiting for her boyfriend to do his part, but even just pointing the thing at her was impossible, he couldn't even contemplate hurting hurt, even if it would be a scratch, nothing more. He protected her, he didn't want to lay a finger on her ever, even if she wanted him to, it was against every promise he'd ever made for her.

"I—I can't shoot you, sweet girl. I don't wanna hurt you." He whispered, feeling his fingers tremble as they touched the trigger, but her eyes were gentle even as she toyed with death and her gaze told him, it was okay. She knew that he'd rather hurt himself than her, preferring to shelter her from the worst things in life, but it was okay. She could do this.

"You won't. Come on, do it." She ordered, placing her hands on her hips and standing proudly as Ray screwed his eyes tightly shut and fired a bolt of scorching plasma at her, the crowd screaming Bloody Mary when it hit her in the heart. She stumbled forwards, her hand flying to her clavicle as someone shouted for an ambulance and Ray and Henry waited with bated breath for her skin to stitch itself together again. It was a painful few seconds, (y/n) waiting patiently until she felt nothing, just her smooth, unmarried skin once again as the gaping wound faced away and the blood evaporated as if it was never there. Wicked.

"In the words of Captain Man, I'm okay!" She smiled at everyone, giving them a twirl to show them that she was back to her old self, not even a scar on her chest as they gasped and applauded, cooing when Ray walked over to give her a gentle kiss. He was scared for a moment there, knowing that if something had gone wrong with him pulling the trigger, his entire world would've collapsed at that very moment.

"Do you see now? Super-regeneration means I heal really, really quickly. I can survive any injury and I don't get sick, so it's basically the opposite of a disease." She told the crowd, taking the mic from Henry as Ray tucked the blaster into his belt and kept an arm around her waist, so proud that he had such an amazing woman as both his sidekick and his lover. Not to mention, Henry; that kid had skills.

"But then, how come you were clutching your stomach in agony and Kid Danger was talking so weird?" Piper asked, wondering how that fitted into everything. The livestream revealed everything and everyone believed it, but maybe there was a reasonable explanation after all. "And what about your limping?"

"That was just—uh, I fell on a grape and I twisted my ankle," Henry replied, stretching his healed foot to show them that he was fine now. A little stiff, but he'd make a full recovery, after all, the Man Cave had a great resident nurse.

"And before that, he got tongue-stung by a bee and Miss Danger was laughing at him. Really hard." Ray finished, smirking down at his girlfriend as she got a bit bashful. Maybe she'd found it a little too funny, but things had worked out just fine.

"Yeah, that tracks." Piper nodded, her and the crowd realising that they'd all made a huge mistake in listening to gossip without checking the facts. Geez, now Piper was feeling dumb about the whole rock thing and was super grateful that they'd stopped her before she'd...y'know, rocked herself to death.

"And by the way, it is very dangerous to drop rocks on your head, so no kid should ever do that, ever," Ray told all the gullible kids in the crowd, knowing that a lot had them had already done just that or were gonna after they'd watch Piper. If Captain Man said no, then they were gonna listen; he was smart, well, he was most of the time and when his girlfriend was around.

"Even if you see some idiot doing it on the TV or the internet, understand?" (y/n) added, getting the message across that just because someone is famous, it doesn't mean they're intelligent. Kim K is one, great example of that.

"Now, you, boy. Move this forklift outta here. These things are dangerous." Okay, with all the safety stuff over, Ray gestured for Jasper to go take the rocks somewhere they couldn't hurt anyone and since he was his boss in every sense of the word, Jasper immediately started fiddling with the controls, which he still hadn't mastered.

"You got it, Captain Man. Oh..." He tried to do his best, but everything was so complex, he hit the wrong button and was powerless to stop the forklift raising the tons of rocks and dumping them over Ray's head, just as (y/n) had momentarily left his side to pass the mic back to Henry. The man cried out in agony as the rocks rained down on him, a small part of him grateful that his girl was nowhere near him when this happened, 'cause it was horrendous. His body was pinned against the concrete as it was pummelled with stone with enough force to kill a man, but thank god, he wasn't just a man, he was Captain Man.

(y/n) stood there in horror, frozen as she lost sight of her boyfriend's iconic costume and Jasper as he immediately jumped out of the machine and legged it to a safe distance where Ray couldn't kill him. That is if he was all right. Was he breathing? The crowd gathered around, ready to get some pics for the socials, but Henry just had to hold onto (y/n)' shoulder as she prayed that he was okay. Just a sign, just a little sign since he wasn't letting her run forward.

"Oh my god, Captain Man! Are you—" She whimpered, stumbling closer with Henry's arms still keeping her from doing anything rash, but it was all fine. Slowly, a trembling arm poked through the rocks and Ray made the okay sign with his fingers and thumb to tell them that of course, he was okay. He was the Captain Man, nothing could destroy him, well, losing his girlfriend could, but come on, like that would ever happen.

~A couple of hours later, in the Man Cave~

What a damn, eventful day. After digging Ray out from his burial of rocks (with the help of Piper and her Twitflash-addicted friends), (y/n) had convinced him not to kill Jasper, whispering something in his ear that Henry decided was not worth knowing as they drove home. Where were Schwoz's earplugs when he needed them?

Anyway, they'd made it back to the Man Cave and as a treat for being so brave and taking fifteen hundred rocks to the face like a man, Charlotte and (y/n) had melted some chocolate in an old fondue set, bought some grapes from the local grocery store and had gathered the team together for a snack session. The raspberry Kool-Aid was flowing, the chocolate was great and it was the perfect way to spend the evening. Plus, it gave (y/n) a great excuse to snuggle into Ray's side as they fondued (not like that), his arm around her shoulders as she rested her head in the crook of his neck, the perfect position for him to press kisses into her hair.

"All right, now, come on. We just need, like, a cool, easy-to-remember name that really says super fast reflexes." Ray prompted the group as they shoved the gooey grapes into their mouths. This was the latest topic, deciding what to call Henry's reflexes since their current name was a bit mouthy, even if it did the job just fine.

"How about we just call it, SFR?" Jasper suggested, thinking that an acronym would save them time, but it wasn't good enough for Ray. It had to sound cool and three letters didn't sound cool.

"How about you just stop talking?" The man replied, turning his nose up at the idea and the other two teens were in agreement. It did sound shit, despite (y/n) sticking up for the boy against her doofus.

"Oh, watch it, you." She warned, jabbing her finger into his chest as she stirred another grape through the chocolate, causing Ray to kiss her head again as a way of an apology. He didn't want to upset her, this was way too cosy to pass up or ruin.

"What about...lightning fightning?" Henry suggested, waving his hands around mystically as if his suggestion was magical. Newsflash, it wasn't, it stank and his friends were quick to tell him.

"That is awful and if you call it that, I'm never fighting crime with you again." (y/n) wrinkled her nose as Charlotte threw a napkin at him. Well, Ray couldn't have his sweet girl not fighting by his side, she looked way too hot in her costume for her to lock it up and leave the hero life behind. Luckily for him though, Charlotte had a much more sensible idea.

"Hey, I know what we could call your super fast reflexes." She stated, piquing the boys' interest as they dipped more grapes. Okay, she was smart, maybe it was a pun, or even better, maybe it was something epic and dramatic... "Yeah?" "Hit me."

"Super fast reflexes." She told them simply, knowing that it's what they'd been using since Henry had received the powers last year and it had been great up until now. Why not just stick with what they knew and avoid complicating things?

"It works." "Love it." "Done." Jasper, Ray and Henry agreed, making the girls smile as they finally agreed on a name, chinking their glasses together so they could make it official. God, it felt good to get shit done and super fast reflexes would be the forever name of Henry's superpower, something that was now irrefutable.

"Glad we've cleared that up. Now, I'm off to the bathroom, so don't miss me too much." (y/n) chuckled, swallowing a swig of her raspberry drink just to be polite since she really needed to pee. She'd sat through the debate to make sure nothing bad would happen and now she could go, much to Ray's disappointment. The woman untangled herself from his embrace and lifted herself over the back of the couch, pressing a kiss to Ray's cheek as she skipped over to the secret door and the small bathroom hidden down the corridor.

"Hurry back, sweet girl!" He grinned, not noticing the kids' smirks as he watched her leave, not missing one sway of her hips until she was completely out of sight and it was then that he noticed the stares. What was up with them?

"What? Do I have chocolate on my face?" He mumbled, reaching to wipe away the offending smear, but his skin was clean and they just shook their smirking heads. Okay, what was happening? Why did this feel like an ambush all of a sudden?

"No, we're just curious..." Henry started, fighting back the urge to straight out smile at how they were worming their way onto their favourite topic since (y/n) was out of the room. They hadn't just sat down and talked about it openly yet, not altogether at least and it was time for him to spill.

"About what?" Ray asked calmly, knowing what they getting at, but he wouldn't give them the satisfaction just yet. He merely ate another grape and sat back to each one of them like he was the one in control even though his heart rate was skyrocketing. She was just in the bathroom, what if she overheard?

"Oh, you know...you proposing to (y/n)." Jasper sighed, trailing his finger around the table like he was being casual and hearing it out loud made Ray snap his dipping skewer in half. Fuck, just the thought of doing it thrilled and terrified him; he wanted to, honest to god, he did, he knew he was ready. Scared shitless, but ready, but nothing else seemed to agree. He'd thought about just getting down on one knee at random moments, but nothing had felt special or right. Everything had to be perfect for her, including where, when and how he went about it, and so far, nothing had screamed "Now! Now! Now!" To him.

"And how you haven't yet," Charlotte added on the end, meeting his eyes by dipping her head and deliberately seeking them out. She wouldn't normally pressure him, being the most sensible and knowledgeable about girls in the teen lineup, but even she was getting bored and curious about the hold-up. He wasn't having second thoughts, was he?

"Rub it in, why don't you?" He mumbled, messing with the broken skewer as Henry leaned in, taking the leading role since he was arguably Ray's best friend since (y/n) was now his girlfriend and he knew that he'd be the one to get through and come out of it alive.

"Well, why haven't you asked her yet? You're are gonna do it...aren't you?" The kid asked nervously, not wanting to poke the grumpy bear too much, but they were on a time limit here and needed answers fast. Plus, he could handle pouty Ray, he'd just make up some excuse and fetch (y/n). Simple.

"Of course, I am! I love her, don't I? I just...haven't found the right moment." He confessed, sighing as he thought about how much harder this whole charade had turned out to be. For once, he was sure about what he was doing, knew where his feelings were and wasn't afraid to admit them; it was the world working against him this time, not himself.

"What do you mean? Just get down on one knee and say "(y/n), will you marry me?" Charlotte advised, thinking that it always seemed so easier in the movies and Jasper agreed. Just say it, get it out there, wait for her to say yes, 'cause she was obviously gonna say yes, and then go off, get married, have loads of kids and live happily ever after. Why couldn't he do that?

"It's not that simple. I've tried, I'm taking the ring everywhere we go, but, it's always too busy, or we're on the brink of death, or she's distracted or I'm distracted. I just need the right moment and then I'll do it." Ray groaned, rubbing his eyes as the kids finally understood. Yeah, a crap proposal would be bad luck and if any couple deserved happiness, it was these two. If soulmates existed, they would've found each other at the end of the little red string wrapped around their pinkies.

"Look, man. You've found the right girl, so...you're gonna find that right moment. You—we've just got to be patient, right, guys?" Henry put a hand on his shoulder and looked at his two friends, who nodded vigorously. Beneath the sentiment, he was right, (y/n) was perfect for Ray and everything always worked out in the end for them.

"Yeah." "Totally. It'll happen." Jasper and Charlotte reassured him, smiling and almost choking on their grapes as (y/n) happily came back into the room all of a sudden, wafting her damp hands. She didn't notice their slight panic and merely smiled brightly as she approached her friends and shimmied back over the couch, fitting into Ray's side again as if she'd never left.

"So, what's been happening?" She asked, allowing them all to jump back into a conversation about random things, from helicopters to kangaroos, with all eyes on her for some reason. She couldn't put her finger on it, but they were all looking at her like she'd brought world peace and ended world hunger, like she was...perfect as she snuggled back into her boyfriend and relished the kiss he pressed to her forehead.

Ray could wait, it would be frustrating but he could do it. He'd waited for her for so long and just knowing that his time with his perfect girl would come, was good enough for him.

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frenemies

summary: You catch feelings for your nemesis Rafe Cameron and notice his change of how he started interacting with you, so you begin and hoping he feels the same, so you decide to take the risk to confront him and see what his true intentions are.

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LONG!

Part two, part 3 , part four (final)

Warning: Language, smut, physical and verbal fighting.

Rafe Cameron.

The most loved and also the most hated Kook in the OBX.

You and your pogue friends despised this guy, or at least you were suppose to.

But for some reason, between all the bickering you two had done over the summer, you've managed to fall for him.

I know- what the fuck.

It blew your mind too. He was never nice. Always making fun of the Pogues, practically humiliating you all every chance he got. You guys were nothing but broke thieves who took whatever you wanted no matter who it hurt. You guys were scum, the dirt on the bottom of his shoe, a bunch of nobody's that will never make it anywhere in life.

Which is obviously not true, but to Rafe - that's what you ‘dirty Pogues’ were.

You didn’t care for the name calling though. You honestly could say the same thing about the Kooks. They cheat their way into life, never have to work for anything , always have mommy and daddy's money to get them through any obstacle. But you knew not all Kooks were like that. Take your best friend Kiara for example. She's a 'kook' by the book, but by the streets she’s a Full Pogue at heart.

but for some reason though, Rafe would spend most his time trying to find a way to harass the shit out of you specifically. He could have a million Pogues around him yet he always found his way through the crowd to have some conversation with you even if it was to drag your name through the mud.

You first realized the feelings you had for Rafe when you began craving his presence.

It was the annual bonfire that you and your friends had went to , a place where all teens and young adults mixed from all clicks. Tourists, Pogues, and even Kooks. Everyone was there.

You stood next to the fire with JJ and Pope, two of your closest friends as the night grew louder, more people filling in. You watched the crowds as the piled up on the sand, but your eyes roamed for Rafe himself. You were almost mad at yourself for actively searching for him. And it wasn’t even like you were looking for him so you could avoid him, but searching so you could see him and hopefully grab his attention.

You continuously questioned yourself as to Why you were looking for this jerk off to begin with. All he was going to do was put you down and try to humiliate you in front of all of your friends.

But for some reason, when your eyes landed on that tall brown headed boy, his hair for once not greased back, a wide grin on his face as he wore a black t-shirt and a red cup in his hand- your heart fluttered. You began to grin slightly, seeing him in the distance.

Despite how much of an ass hole he was, Rafe was unbelievably hot. He was toned, Tall, jaw line so sharp it could probably cut you and you could get lost in those blue eyes of his. It excited you so much when he would give you attention. Even the negative attention. At this point you just enjoyed looking at him and hearing your name flow out of his mouth.

"earth to Y/n" JJ spoke out stepping out in front of you blocking your view to Rafe, and ultimately bringing you out of your trance.

“huh” you responded dumbfounded .

“Pope thinks I’m stupid for eating food with mold on it” JJ said throwing his hands up, you grin as you watched the blonde boy try to seriously defend his theory. Pope’s eyes widened throwing his hands up as well, looking towards you for agreement.

“It’s a Fungi bro! nothing good comes from Eating mold!” Pope argued back. JJ shook his head, disagreeing with Pope’s statement .

“dude, mold is good for you ok it’s just a natural organism “ He stated, dropping his hands down to his sides.

“You’re fucking nasty” You laughed out before pushing onto JJ’s shoulder. You hadn’t realized it yet, but your laugh caught a certain boy’s attention. the moment Rafe heard that familiar tune, his head turned to your direction, his eyes focused on you as you threw your head back with laughter.

“Well well well if it isn’t Ms. Sarah Cameron “ JJ spoke as he walked up towards one of your best friend, John B, and Rafe’s younger sister, Sarah. They both looked in your direction taking a few steps away from each other as if it wasn’t obvious that they were talking.

You didn’t hate Sarah per-say, but one time she did make out with your ex boyfriend while at a party. She claimed he told her he was single and she was just looking for a good night but Sarah was known for always wanting attention so you were doubtful on the fact that she was ‘unaware’ that he was your boyfriend.

You were the only one who knew John B’s crush on Sarah. He had started working for her father after his father went missing, and you were the only one who had caught on to his different approach when Sarah was ever mentioned, or how his cheeks would go slightly red when she would walk by. You didn’t blame him, the Cameron siblings were fucking hot.

“Hi JJ’ Sarah said with a grin. You stood to the side of Pope, looking around for Kiara, only to find her sat with a group of more Pogues talking their heads off.

JJ began trying to include Sarah into his previous ‘mold is good for you’ argument while your focus drifted off, your eyes roaming the crowd once again.

You managed to look back over to where you had first saw Rafe standing, only this time he was no where to be found.

“sarah baby c’mon” you heard someone say. You looked over, Your eyes widening to see Rafe and Topper standing in front of you next to Sarah. You knew this wasn’t a group that needed to be mixed, but seeing Rafe excited you. Your eyes landed on his, your heart beginning to flutter. You hated the fact that you two were enemies. It sucked looking at someone the way you did, knowing they were only looking back at you with hatred and pure disgust. At least you thought.

“Oh c’mon Topper can’t the girl just have a little fun?” JJ laughed out, his alcohol clearly running through his veins.

“You Pogues don’t know the meaning of fun JJ” Topper laughed out. You rolled your eyes shaking your head.

“Go the fuck on Topper “ you spat out, your eyes lifting some towards Rafe before going back to Topper. You could feel yourself kicking up a sweat, maybe from the alcohol , or maybe from the fact that Rafe’s eyes were already on yours when you looked at him. He even had a smirk plastered on his face, probably from the fact he gets off on the fighting.

“Oooohhh someone’s ballsy tonight huh?” Topper laughed bringing the attention to you.

“No im just sick and tired of you stuck up kooks always trying to ruin a good time” You scoffed out, crossing your arms over chest.

“Y/n you wouldn’t know the meaning of a good time if it slapped you in the face alright?” Rafe said. He furrowed his brows together when he realized a smirk rising on your face once you looked over at him. He didn’t know what to think considering the other times you were giving him an ‘ eat shit ‘ look, but this time it was almost as if you were happy he was commenting towards you.

“Oh right, having random hook ups and snorting a line of coke every night is a good time huh Rafe?” You scoffed out sarcastly. “ yeah I think I’ll pass” You said with a roll of your eyes.

“ Listen JJ you and your little bitch need to just go back to the cut where you came from-“ you glanced at Rafe, only to see him looking at Topper with anger as if he was upset at him for calling you that , but before you could further analyze his expression, JJ pushed against Topper’s chest, slinging Topper backwards.

“you watch your mouth” JJ spat out pointing his finger towards Topper’s face. John B quickly stepped in , pulling JJ back away from Topper who was now laughing like an idiot, excited for the action that he thought was about to happen.

“Yeah go ahead Johnny boy go ahead and play dad “ Topper spat out as John B continued practically dragging JJ away from the group. “just don’t go abandoning him like your dad did ” He yelled out. Your mouth flew open in shock, seeing John B stop in his tracks but before he could even respond, your hand slapped straight across Topper’s cheek, causing his head to bounce side ways.

“go suck on your moms tits some more you fucking prick” You scowled before turning on your heals, following your friends. You didn’t even bother to stick around for anymore commentary, your only goal at this point was getting your friends the hell away from here before all hell broke loose.

“never fails man” you heard JJ screamed out in anger as you made it to the parking lot all while Pope continued trying to hush them as they stood next to the twinkie.

“JJ chill!” Pope yelled out as he tried pushing JJ into the Volkswagen but to no avail.

“no man they always get to do and say whatever the hell they want and never get any repercussions for it !” he exclaimed.

He wasn’t wrong, they really did. And if the Pogues fought back they were deemed bad and out of control. You sighed heavily as you watched JJ try to calm himself down, only to realize you had left your phone on the Log you were originally sitting at by the fire.

“Fuck I’ll be right back” You stated, only for your arm to get grabbed by John B.

“No don’t go back there” He instructed but you shook your head.

“I’ll be fine I just left my phone. “ You exclaimed before making your way back down towards the crowd of people.

“Xcuse’ me “ you mumbled as you brushed past people, making your way to the fire.

“Y/n what happened?” Kiara asked popping up from the side, placing her hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll explain later , meet you at the twinkie ok? go calm JJ down” You responded, pointing behind you with your thumb towards the van. She rolled her eyes, realizing it was a fight that had happened before turning around, making her way to your friends.

“Just can’t stay away can you?” You heard from behind you. You turn around to see none other than Rafe himself standing proudly. You rolled your eyes before turning back around, walking towards the fire once again. Despite you usually being excited to see him, tonight really put things into perspective for you.

You really were just a ‘dirty pogue’ to these guys, nothing more. There was no point to continue entertaining the thought of anything ever happening between the two of you. You were enemies, and that was all you’d ever be.

“I just came to get something Rafe go away” You huffed out.

“Oh you mean this?” He yelled out , making you stop in your track. You turned around to see Rafe holding your phone up, a wide grin plastered across his face.

“Give me that” you demanded, reaching your hand out, but Rafe pulled back, pulling it out of your reach.

“Rafe!” You yelled out with anger. “Give me my fucking phone dude” You spat out , reaching out again.

“Well what’s in it for me?” he asked , that smirk still obvious on his face.

“Rafe , please” You sighed out, dropping your shoulders slowly giving up. Between the alcohol and it being so late, you didn’t have any energy in you at this point to argue and you were just ready to go home and crash. Rafe noticed the body change in you, his grin falling from his face.

“I’m sorry” he said softly as he held out your phone to you. You were shocked. Rafe apologizing? Nobody but his father had ever heard those words coming from him so for him to say this to you really took you by surprise.

You slowly took the phone from him, your brows furrowed together in confusion.

“uhm,” you said as you pulled your arm back towards yourself. “thanks” you mumbled before turning on your heels making your way back to your friends.

“Y/n stop arguing and just do it!” Your mom yelled at you as she pushed the cleaing cart your way. You had to work with your mom today at the country club unfortunately and you were not even the slightest bit happy about it. She needed help and ‘You teenagers don’t do anything for yourselves’ as she would say, so you were stuck cleaning the floors while she did whatever it is that she does.

“Okay!” you huffed out as you picked up the broom off of the cart, aggressively beginning to sweep against the floor. You rolled your eyes as she mumbled something else to you before walking away, leaving you to clean the room alone.

It wasn’t long after that you heard some familiar voices walking down the hall way towards the room you were in. It most definitely sounded like the horrible three, Topper, Kelce and Rafe. You quickly turned your back towards the door, hoping none of them would notice you since you were alone and you against 3 just didn’t sound like a good time. You continued sweeping as you heard the group laughing as they passed the room you were in, not even paying you no mind. You sighed with relief as you realized they hadn’t noticed you and continued back to sweeping the floors.

“Hey” you heard from behind you. You jumped up gasping loudly as you turned around quickly, only to see Rafe himself standing there .

“God – fuck Rafe you scared the shit out of me. “ You breathed out, your hand over your chest as you tried to calm your heart beat down.

“sorry” he responded. There was that word again that didn’t exist in Rafe’s dictionary. You caught yourself staring before you quickly snapped yourself out of your trance, placing your hand on your hip.

“What do you want Rafe?” You scoffed out. He smirked before walking over to one of the Desks that sat in the room. You watched as he sat down on the edge, grinning as he stared over at you.

“ Never seen you here before.” He stated. You rolled your eyes before you propped your elbow up on your broom, sighing heavily.

“my mom works here. I’m just helping” You exclaimed, not that it was any of his business anyway.

“Huh” He responded nodding his head. He kept quiet once again, leaving the room silent and you beyond confused. You eventually shook your head at him, indicating for him to continue, but he didn’t.

“Look Rafe “ you started, standing yourself up straight. “I have to get back to work so unless you’re here for something important, you can go the fuck on” you finished. Rafe hopped off the edge of the desk, taking a few steps towards you , his body now hovering over yours. You began to feel your heart pound again, this time from the nerves as he stood so close to you. The smell of his cologne, grass and sweat from his Golfing lingering in your nose. you felt your hands begin getting clammy as you tried to hold your composer, your breath hitched in the back of your throat.

Rafe slowly lifted his hands, placing it under your chin, his blue eyes focused on yours. You didn’t know what to do at this point. You’ve had one on one Arguments with rafe before but none where he stood this close, and this quiet with you.

“Rafe” You breathed out as he lifted your chin, your face close together. He grinned once again, leaning in closer to you.

“You’re so beautiful” He said softly. You stared back into his blue eyes for a second before leaning in slightly. You were taken back though as he let go of your face , taking a step back and putting his hands in his pockets.

“ see ya” He responded calmy before walking back out of the room, following back to his friends.

You stood in shock, confused by Rafes actions. You were for sure positive that he was going to kiss you but he didn’t.

“what the fuck?” you mumbled before shaking your head in confusion at Rafe’s actions. You sighed heavily before sweeping your broom across the floor again, trying to regain your compose.

Most of your day went on like normal. You finished work with your mom, your mind only focused on your brief conversation you had with Rafe earlier.

It sucked because you had feelings towards Rafe, and you couldn’t tell if you were overthinking his actions or if he actually was in to you as well.

You had come to a conclusion though- it was one of two options. He was either fucking with you, or he wanted to fuck you. And you were determined to find out by tonight.

“Here goes nothing” You sighed to yourself as you stood outside TannyHill, the outside lights lighting up the big white house. You quickly jumped over the concrete fence, your feet landing in the wet grass.

Your eyes roamed the balcony, trying to remember which area you had seen Rafe standing at before. You bit your bottom lip as you concentrated, only to see Rafe himself walk by one of the windows.

“gotcha” You spoke softly before crouching down some, doing a quick jog across the field in hopes no one would see you.

You quickly managed to climb your way up the house onto the balcony you had just recently seen Rafe at. This was one of the pro’s of being a Pogue. You guys were very athletic and could always find your way to anything no matter the obstacles. You stood catching your breath as your feet finally landed on the wooden floor, the area barely lit by the light from the windows.

“What the fuck am I doing?” You said to yourself as you stood in the dark outside of what looked to be Rafe’s bedroom. You ran your hands through your hair, turning back around to face the field.

“What the fuck am I doing?” you said to yourself again as you began pacing. This is Rafe we’re talking about. Of course this man is just fucking with you. He’s been nothing but a dick to you and your friends for years. why in God’s name would he want you now? You knew you weren’t’ ugly. You were in shape, had decent hair (Even though you probably smelt like sweat sometimes because of how much you spent outside with the gang) But for the most part you cleaned up well.

Plenty of guys wanted you- but you looked nothing like any of the rich girls Rafe hooked up with. Why would he ever want you? It was clear that he was only acting this way towards you so him and his friends could have a good laugh later.

You shook your head in disbelief that you even had the balls to climb this guys house and actually think you could even ask him if he was interested in you. You began to climb back over before you heard a door open. You froze instantly, hoping they wouldn’t see you in the dark but that was just wishful thinking.

“Y/n?” You heard someone say. You mumbled a ‘ fuck’ as you recognized the voice to be Rafe.

“Uhm” You replied awkwardly as you climbed down, turning towards him to face him.

“Care to explain?” He asked throwing his hand up in your direction.

“Uhh” You said awkwardly as you ran your hand through your hair before placing them down your side.

“Y/n what the fuck are you doing climbing up my house at fucking 11 at night” he spat out. You flinched slightly at the harsh tone of his voice, your eyes roaming everywhere but his face , afraid to look at him in humiliation.

“okay so” you started, looking down at your feet. You stood for a second, wondering how you were going to explain yourself without sounding like ta total creep.

“Alight fuck it. “ you breathed out, looking up at Rafe. “You’ve been acting weird towards me, and being all like nice and flirty one minute and a complete ass the next and like – I just need clarification “ You exclaimed before you took in a deep breath, staring at Rafe as you waited for a response. You bit your bottom lip as he continued staring at you with a blank expression.

“Well?” You repeated, but he stayed quiet. You rolled your eyes, annoyed with the mind games he continued to play. “Rafe what is it? You like me or are you like fucking with me?” You spat out in frustration.

He finally changed his expression, this time a cocky smirk forming on his face. He reached out, grabbing one of your hands before walking backwards, leading you to follow him into his bedroom.

“uhh Rafe?” You questioned, confusion written all over your face as his eyes continued staring into yours.

“I’m not explaining myself” He finally spoke, his hair draped over his eyes as he looked down at you. You scrunched your face up as he reached behind you, closing the patio door. He chuckled slightly at your confusion before taking a step back away from you. “I’m just gonna show you” He exclaimed before pulling against your arm, leading you towards the bed before pushing against your shoulder, making you flop down. Your eyes widened as he walked over towards you, a smirk never leaving his face as his hand reached up, pushing away the stray hair in your face.

“You know, I’ve wanted to fuck you for quite sometime” He stated, leaning forward. “I mean look at you,-“ his eyes looked down and then back up your body, landing back onto your eyes, “You’re hot as fuck” He responded. You didn’t have a clue on what to say, so you continued in the same spot , sitting on his bed propped up on your hands behind you.

“You know for a pogue,” He finished, chucking as you rolled your eyes at his comment.

“Why didn’t you say anything ?” You finally spoke, looking up at him through your lashes. His cocky smirk left his face, only to return shortly after.

“Had to make sure the feelings mutual.” He replied , standing back up straight.

“and Who said it was?” You asked , trying to build your confidence back up. Rafe’s smirk widened before he let out a chuckle, his finger pointed out towards the balcony you were just climbing a few minutes ago.

“You did” he replied . you lowered your head some without responding, knowing he wasn’t wrong. HE stared down at you for a few seconds before he leaned in, the tip of his nose touching yours.

“Rafe” You breathed out as he stayed teasingly close.

“Hm” he hummed, not moving his face.

“Just fucking kiss me already” You demanded. Rafe happily obliged, his lips colliding with yours. Your hands immediately made their way to the back of his head, tugging on his hair.

“You wanna lay down for me ?” He asked after a few minutes of your tongues fighting for dominance. You didn’t respond other than nodding before you slowly laid yourself down, your eyes not leaving Rafe’s. Rafe grinned before unbuttoning your shorts, tugging on them. You lifted your hips up from the bed, helping him slide your shorts down as your teeth clamped down around your bottom lip. He stared at your hot pink panties, seeing the darkened area as you were already soaked.

“Soaking wet and I haven’t even touched you” He indicated. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as attempted to lower your head in embarrassment even though he could see you. Your mouth flew open as Rafe leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your damp panties, applying friction against your clit. You moaned out, leaning your head back as he placed the palm of his hand against you, rubbing up and down at a slow pace.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, his voice low and deep. You bit your bottom lip before nodding your head. Rafe grinned before he tugged on your panties, pulling them down to your ankles.

“Spread your legs open baby” He demanded , his voice calming but deep and intimidating.

You grinned before slowly spreading them open, his eyes focused on your heated core the whole time.

You laid your back flat against his bed as he got down on his knees, pulling you by your hips down to the edge of the bed, your bottom hanging off directly across his face .

“Rafe” You moaned out as you felt his warm tongue glide along your slit, his tongue stopping against your clit before he enclosed his lips, sucking slightly. He wiggled his tongue back and forth as his inserted his two index fingers into you, curving upwards. You gripped your hands against his navy blue sheets, gasping loudly as his fingers hit against your g-spot, sending tingling feelings through your body.

Rafe took one of his hands and trailed it up your stomach under your crop top, his hand groping around breasts.

You continued moaning loudly as his finger tips swirled around your nipples while his other hand continued moving rapidly against you, his eyes looking up at you in admiration.

Rafe lifted himself up, his face close to yours as his fingers continued moving inside you.

Y/n” he called out softly causing you to open your eyed and look over at him.

He placed his lips against yours as he slowly grinded himself against your side, pushing his rock hard shaft against you.

“You wanna do this?” He breathed out as he looked down at you, the pace of his fingers slowing down. You nodded looking up at him, your heart nearly pounding out of your chest.

“Yes Rafe” you practically whined out. Rafe moved himself to where he was hovering over you, his lips placed against your neck as he pulled his joggers down some, his member popping against his abs. You breathed out deeply as you watched him line himself up before slowly sliding himself in.

“ fuck” He groaned out as he felt your walls wrap tightly against him. Rafe was not only long, but he was thick all the way around, filling you more than anyone had ever done before. You placed your arms around his neck, holding him close as he began moving his hips against you.

The room was silent, only the sounds of your deep breathing and small groaning from Rafe as he continued rocking his hips in you at a steady pace, one hand placed above your head as the other gripped tightly under your thigh to hold your leg up.

“Rafe go harder” You pleaded. Rafe instead stopped his movements completely before rolling you over onto your stomach. He pulled slightly against your hips causing your bottom to stick up in the air as your face was pressed into the bed.

You gasped loudly as Rafe inserted himself into you again from behind, the new position giving him access to going deeper in you, which was exactly what he did. You felt his hand land on the back of your head, pressing you deeper into the bed as he began grinding his hips deep into you. He began slow at first but then began giving you exactly what you wanted , slamming himself into you over and over again.

At this point the pleasure was overwhelming and you couldn’t hold the moaning in as he continued rocking his hips into you, the sound of skin slapping echoing the room.

“Fuck im gonna cum” Rafe groaned out deeply in your ear, the feeling of your tight warm walls around him bringing him close to his own climax. He began placing sloppy kisses on your back, his pace speeding up. You arched your back feeling yourself clench around him as you orgasmed, your clit pulsing. You whined out, tugging on his sheets as Rafe continued to pound into you, riding out your high.

“Fuck y/n “ Rafe groaned out as he quickly pulled out, pumping himself off shooting his load on your back.

You both stayed in the same position for a few more minutes as you tried catching your breath before Rafe grabbed a napkin from his nightstand, wiping your back off.

You rolled over, laying on your back as Rafe put his bottoms back On before looking back over at you out of breath. You grinned as your eyes roamed his glistening body, his abs very prominent and his hair stuck to his forehead from sweat.

“ You should’ve definitely came to me sooner” you finally spoke out with a giggle. He sat down on the edge if the bed chuckling slightly.

“Yeah, that was nice. “ He responded. The room became silent, you both just sitting awkwardly while you laid on his bed still naked. After a moment of silence, you finally sat up, pulling his top sheet with you while getting up off the bed.

“Soo” You said awkwardly as you wrapped the sheet over your sweaty body.

“you can use the front door ” He responded looking up at you. You almost wanted to slap him at this point, realizing he was indicating for you to leave. You scoffed while rolling your eyes before turning away, picking your clothing up off the floor.

“What?” He asked as he continued sitting on the edge of the bed, noticing you aggressively picking your clothes up in anger.

“Nothing Rafe” you mumbled as you pulled your shorts back up up your legs, turning your back towards him.

“Hey” He responded standing up, grabbing your hand after you pulled your top over your head.

“What” You replied back, looking up at him with anger.

“I wasn’t saying you had to leave now I was just saying you didn’t have to climb down the house again” He exclaimed. You stood for a second before shaking your head.

“I should go anyways, it’s late” You replied before walking over towards your shoes, sliding them on over you feet. “but don’t worry I’ll take the balcony so no one sees me”. Rafe wanted to reply to your comment but instead he stayed quiet as he watched you make your way back to his balcony before stopping, leaving your hand on the doorknob.

“Uhm” You spoke , causing him to look up at you. “I’ll see you later?” You stated, more like questioned just for your own clarification. He grinned before nodding his head, walking towards you. He walked you out to the balcony, helping you over the edge before watching you climb down to the ground to make sure you made it down safely.

You did a light jog back towards the concrete wall before turning around, looking up at the balcony. You grinned when you saw him still standing there watching you. You gave him a wave before turning on your feet, climbing back over the fence and going home.

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high off of you

❥ 8k words | nsfw | eren x reader

❥ you’re dragged to a smoke session by your roommate, and you actually enjoy yourself— maybe a little more than you should have; and eren jaeger is to blame.

❥ content: choking, lowkey breeding kink ish, praise kink, slight orgasm denial, overstimulation, drugs (weed)

content.

content is how you were feeling.

you had just gotten done with your shower, your covers were finally draped over your almost bare legs, your laptop was sat in your lap and you had put your hair up to get it out of the way. you were relaxed, you were calm, and you had decided you were gonna finish off your night with an episode of your favorite show, no matter how many times you had saw it.

"c'mon, we're going to get high."

your peaceful vibe was interrupted, and in the most abrupt manner your roommate could muster; he swung the door open not even bothering to knock, leaned against the doorframe and let his eyes survey your slightly mess room before landing on you and giving you the most goofy grin.

"connie, what the fuck?" you frowned and went to pause your show only to realize you hadn't even started it. with a sigh you looked back up at connie with clear irritation written across your face.

"what? don't you want to get high?"

"i just got out of the shower, i'm in bed now," you moved your laptop and threw the covers off of your legs and pointed to your shorts. "i have pajamas on and i was about to watch my show, no i don't want to get high right now." wasn't that the obvious? you couldn't lie, the offer was tempting since you weren't the one paying, and it gave you the opportunity to see your friends again, but the getting ready process had made you shove the offer down.

as if on cue connie seemed to read your mind. "you don't have to get cute or anything. it's literally just our regular smoke circle. just throw on a jacket and let's go."

you groaned and leaned your head back letting your arm drape over your eyes. "didn't we just come from sasha's house earlier this week? who the hell is supplying y'all this fast?" you tried to come up with an excuse to stay home, but connie was clearly one step ahead of you.

"it's not sasha's house it's eren's." the stupid sly grin on his face appeared and he leaned further into your room already knowing he had you trapped. he knew, much like the rest of the friend group about the undying tension between you and eren, but nobody could pinpoint exactly what it was. it wasn't that the two of you necessarily liked each other but you were... friendlier than friendly best friends. eren and you would flirt with each other more often than not and were very hands on. not to mention how excited you'd get when you got to see him, and vice versa.

connie didn't even give you the chance to respond to that comment, your answer was evident just by the way your attention spiked at the mention of eren's name, and the way your body stiffened in the slightest. he shut the door to wait for you and couldn't help but laugh at your feeble attempt of getting out of a session with your circle.

you lost, and you were slightly upset. any other words in your defense were stuck down your throat, and connie was already long down the hall. the only thing you were able to mention was a loud, "and knock next time, dumbass!" before you did as he said, grabbing your jacket and slipping out the door with connie.

that's how you handed up where you were now, at eren's shared apartment with mikasa and armin, although mikasa's car was missing from the parking lot.

"i love the outfit. it's giving me very much... hobo." connie looked you up and down stifling a laugh while the two of you waited at the door after the first ring.

you followed his eyes looking yourself up and down as well. you did look a little silly, black crew socks with crocs over top. you didn't even take it upon yourself to zip up your jacket all the way, the black fabric draping off your shoulder on one side revealing your shoulder only adorned by a single white strap to your cropped tank top. of course the jacket was a little big, covering your sleep shorts slightly. you weren't even sure if the jacket was yours.

"shut the fuck up." you kicked connie with your croc and he hissed, grabbing his shin before being a fool and hopping towards the door some more, spamming the doorbell.

"help! i'm getting abused!" and in that moment you wondered how you managed to share an apartment with the clown.

connie's ringing only stopped when the door flew open, sasha's figure standing there with a small smile. "hey!" her tone was cheery and loud as she grabbed connie's hand pulling him into a dramatic hug before reaching a hand out to you and pulling you into one too. "i missed you guys!"

"sasha we saw you earlier this week." you forced yourself out of her grip with an apologetic smile just in case your gesture came off as rude. connie nodded in agreement and stepped aside already heading towards eren's room. i mean seriously, wouldn't it have made more sense for you not to come if he was that eager to smoke? they could've had more rounds!

"that doesn't mean i couldn't miss you." her hand embraced yours once more and she slammed the door shut, locking it and leading you to the door opened ajar on the other end of the hallway, of course eren's as he always had those red led lights bleeding from underneath the doorway. "connie told me you didn't want to come also, so this is a surprise."

you rolled your eyes. "so he knew i didn't want to come and still asked?"

"well it was worth a shot; and look where it landed you, you're about to be faded." and she wasn't wrong. she finally let go of your hand and opened the door, the bright LEDS hitting you straight on making you squint for a second before your eyes surveyed the room. jean was already chatting with connie on the futon while eren was sat on his bed with a tray in his lap, rolling the blunt.

what you didn't see was the glance he gave you when you first started scanning the room, immediately trying to look focused on rolling the blunt while attempting to hide his boyish grin. you likewise, you bit the inside of your cheeks to stop from smiling at the sight of the pretty boy; his brown locks pulled back into the sloppiest ponytail, and the hairs in the back of his head skimming the black top he wore.

"so she actually came?" jean voiced looking over to you and making his way over to you from his position on the futon to embrace you in a side hug.

"jean boy," you used his nickname to mock him before returning his hug causing him to grimace at you and pull his arm back. you started to laugh and rolled your eyes at his dramatic actions once more. "yes, yes i did come."

"doesn't she look stupid?" connie looked up from his phone at you and jean giggling under his breath. jean took in your appearance and tried not to laugh, a small smirk on his face that was wiped off when you slapped his chest then flipped connie off.

"shut your bald ass up, connie." you retorted.

"i'm growing hair, i keep telling you that!" and the whole room burst into laughter, sasha doubling over because there still wasn't a trace of growth on his head.

"connie, you have no room to talk you are actually stupid." sasha added before going over to sit with the boy after grabbing a bag of chips from the desk next to the open door.

you shut the door behind you and continued to stand awkwardly until eren spoke, "you're laughing but as soon as she takes that jacket off you're gonna try to jump on her, kirchstein." he said with a raise of his eyebrow before letting his eyes wander over your frame.

now you were really trying to hide your smile, and you cursed yourself when one graced your face anyways. "eren," you dragged out his name walking over to him on his bed before plopping yourself down and resting your head on his shoulder. "get me away from these idiots." you faked a sigh before eren chuckled and gave you a side hug much like jean’s before continuing to roll his blunt.

"damn jaeger, you were so quiet i forgot you were here." connie said, not looking up from his phone that sasha peered over as well.

"and stop making slick jokes and hurry up with the blunt." jean huffed scooting off the futon and resting his head on his palm. "i'm tryna smoke."

you watched eren look down at jean with a negative expression before continuing to roll, and you watched intently loving the way he looked while he did it. the way he let his tongue slide over the gutted blunt was enticing and you looked from your position on his shoulder.

he let his eyes drift over to you without moving his head and then he placed the blunt on the tray grabbing the grinder and holding it out in front of you. "you wanna grind it for me?" he asked with a small smile and it caught you off guard. you took a minute to process what he said before you grabbed the grinder and let it come apart in two.

"i mean, i guess." he slid the tray over to your lap and did that chuckle again.

"do you even know how? i bet you've always had someone roll for you, huh?"

you couldn't help but break out into another smile, this one out of slight embarrassment before you bumped his shoulder playfully and setting down the grinder on the tray. "bye... i've only rolled once."

"she doesn't know how, and plus just earlier she asked me who our supplier was. even sasha knows that!" connie looked over and you met his eyes with a glare, a deadpanned expression crossing your face and the group broke into laughter again besides you.

"connie i'm gonna fuck you up." you muttered. your mood shifted once more though when eren began placing the weed into the grinder and closed the lid handing it to you.

"work some magic, babe." you were really trying not to show how excited you were, butterflies flapping their wings and flapping them hard in your stomach, especially at the nickname. you began twisting the small container and eren's calloused hands stopped yours from grinding too much. "that's good, that's good." he took it from your hands then pulled the tray over. "i got it from here."

"yeah cause she's gonna fuck it up." jean laughed and connie joined in his eccentric laugh filling the air as well causing you to groan.

"can y'all shut up? damn. you can't roll either jean."

ooohh's from connie and sasha bounced around the room and jean looked up at you amusement dancing in his eyes. "better than you."

"at least i look good while doing it." you sassed playfully while moving invisible hair behind you ear. you could've sworn eren nodded his head from next to you, and those dumb butterflies in your stomach began moving again.

"got that right." jean snapped back just as quick a flirtatious tone to his voice that caught you off guard and you raised an eyebrow at the sudden demeanor. eren looked up for a split second before glancing at you again, his eyebrows furrowed in... confusion maybe?

"weren't you just making fun of me earlier?"

"chill, we were just playing around, girl." jean responded with a shit eating grin before forming a heart with his hand and pouting at you.

"you better stop for eren gets on your ass, you know that's his girl." connie scrunched up his nose then looks towards you and eren for a reaction that he succeeded in getting. both you and eren looking up at him; eren's eyes holding more of a curious stare and yours more threatening. eren continued sealing the blunt soon after seemingly unfazed by connie's comment.

sasha gasped and widened her eyes at you. "stop! you know they don't date." she winked at you and wiggled her eyebrows and you pretended not to see her.

"yeah, they don't even date." jean added on, wondering how the conversation flipped from you to your relationship with eren so fast. it was annoying to him in the least, the group constantly commented on how you and eren should just get together and were clearly not just best friends, but the two of you seemed to haven't taken action yet.

"might as well." connie shrugged his shoulder. "anyways, jaeger finished rolling, let's get high." connie sat up, sasha lifting her head off of his arm as he did so and clasped her hands clearly ready to hit the blunt much like everyone else.

"you want the first hit?" eren rolled the blunt between his fingertips while letting the flame singe the end looking at you with those jaded green eyes, flecks of blue dashing across them in a way that made your heart melt.

"she gets the first hit too?" connie exclaimed staring at you and eren with a bored look on his face.

"who rolled the blunt?" eren asked raising an eyebrow at connie before letting his tongue run over his bottom lip and lifting the blunt from the lighter to watch the smoke float into the air, and ugh did he look good. when connie didn't answer he answered for him, "i rolled it, i choose who goes first."

"plus shes low key a newbie, this is what? her third session with us?" sasha chimed in grabbing the pillow that connie was laying on previous and rolling onto her stomach on the floor in front of the futon.

you pursed your lips before grabbing the blunt from eren, not even noticing that his arm was placed behind you until he rubbed your side in slight encouragement, his warm smile aimed at you. you put the brown wrap to your lips and inhaled the smoke, the gas irritating your airway causing you to let out a cough you tried to hold back.

eren began to laugh at you as you broke out into a fit of coughs, your throat attempting to clear up for you, and the worse the coughs got the more of your friends started to laugh, the only thing you could do was stick your middle finger up while sasha crawled to the same desk near the door to grab you her water bottle.

"i'm crying!" sasha laughed as she rolled the bottle over to the foot of eren's bed. eren's laughs died down too after he hit the blunt and then bending down to pick it up for you, untwisting the cap and passing the drug towards connie.

"woah, chill." he said before blowing the smoke from his mouth in your face causing you to suppress more coughs and fan it away. he tilted the water bottle to your lips and you let it swim down your throat, relishing in the sweet gesture from the boy next to you.

"eren," you mumbled his name taking the water bottle from his hand. you didn't get time to finish your sentence before his door opened revealing armin standing there in his pajama pants and sweatshirt.

all gazes turned towards him as he scanned eren's room growing accustomed to the new faces and scenery. "hi." he mumbled rubbing his eyes. "when did you guys get here?"

"did you just wake up?" eren asked slight concern lacing his face.

"yeah... i heard laughing. don't forget we share a wall." armin gestured towards the wall in which eren's futon laid against.

"i didn't even know you were here. i didn't see mikasa's car so i thought both of y'all just dipped." connie passed the blunt to sasha and fanned the air of the smoke letting the rest disperse after speaking.

"mikasa is at the library. she can't stand the smell of smoke and how loud you all are. i don't blame her." armin chuckled before walking over towards sasha who hit the blunt and gave it to armin's outstretched hand.

"armin you smoke?" you couldn't help but ask, the last two smoke sessions you went to with connie, armin wasn't there. as a matter of fact you never saw much of him because he excelled above you by some and the two of you didn't share any classes, yet you definitely knew him through eren.

"everybody hear smokes except for you." sasha said hoping her words would coerce you to come to join the smoke circle more indefinitely, not just pass by a few times here and there.

armin let the smoke inhale his lungs then removed the blunt from his soft lips. "i smoke with eren sometimes. not usually with all of you guys but... sometimes?" his response came more like a question than an answer as he bent down to give the blunt to jean.

"let armin hit it a couple times." eren used his head to motion the blunt in jean's hand to armin and armin nodded in agreement.

"yeah, i'm about to go back to my room anyways." armin took the blunt back holding it between his lips while leaning against the doorframe.

"why aren't you staying?" sasha pondered sitting up and cradling her pillow to her chest. armin took one last hit then walked over passing it to you which you accepted with a kind nod.

"i should be studying with mikasa but i fell asleep. i have a test tomorrow, eren does too."

"so eren's here getting high and he has a test tomorrow?" you give eren a playful disappointed glance that lasted a little longer than it should've. he met your eyes and then let his drop down to your lips before breaking out into a smile and leaning forward, burying his head into your neck. his chain dangled almost touching your lap and you felt the strands of his hair brush against your chin causing you to twitch at the tickling feel while inhaling the smoke from the blunt. when your hand dropped down to your lap he replaced your hand with his and put the wrap in his mouth while nuzzling into you.

"mikasa made me study with her for like a week straight, i'll be fine." he whined. you let a sigh leave you and found yourself stroking the hair on eren's nape while fiddling with the clasp of his gold chain adorning his neck. the smell of his cologne was mixing in with the weed, but yet that woody pine still overpowered the plant and you couldn't help but rest your head on top of his in efforts to get closer to the source of the fragrance.

"i still don't understand why the two of you haven't gotten together." armin announced eyes flickering back and forth between you and his roommate.

sasha flailed her arms out and her expression was relieved, although her eyes went wide and her eyebrows went up, "that's what i been trying to say! they already act like they date." armin nodded his head agreeing with her.

"we don't like each other, we're just friends i don't know why you all say that." you said a little too quickly, eren pulling away from your neck finally and giving you a once-over. you missed the warmth he brought but then turned your head back towards armin.

"yeah, yeah." he giggled rolling his eyes. "okay well goodnight." eren stood up and passed the blunt to armin who took one last hit then handed it back to sasha, then the rest of the room murmured a goodnight to the blonde relaxing in silence for a minute after his leave.

eren took it upon himself to scoot back on his bed until his back was hitting the wall once he sat back down, using his hand to beckon you to follow him. "c'mere." and you obliged until you were next to him, shoulders touching.

jean looked over to connie and sasha, connie still scrolling through his phone aimlessly giggling at his home screen for whatever reason and sasha looking up at the ceiling on her back now, bag of chips on top of her stomach as she got lost in her thoughts.

"remember when we used to like each other?" jean took it upon himself to abruptly reminisce on the past in the presence of his friends. he took a hit of the blunt thats length was beginning to falter, it on the verge of becoming a roach. he leaned over and passed it on to you, eyes trained on yours, completely ignoring eren's gaze

you furrowed yourself eyebrows trying to recall the time once you figured jean was talking to you, his stare telling, which you actually could. "...oh yeah, last year. i guess i did."

eren pulled one of your legs overtop of his and let his hand settle onto your thigh.

sasha's head perked up at the sudden conversation. "oh my gosh... you did like jean for a little bit. you used to gush over him-"

"sasha! i know, i know, but that was last year."

"i wonder why we didn't get together if we both liked each other, hm." jean looked upwards and tapped his chin in almost a mocking manner. "we used to hang out a lot actually now that i think about it, me, you, sasha and connie."

connie let out another burst of laughter and let his phone to drop to his chest. "yeah, remember that one time we got kicked out of the library because sasha got caught eating like four times and she wouldn't stop after that lady told her to?"

you chortled and sasha's mouth dropped open. "i don't even remember that, i thought you got kicked out because you wouldn't stop fucking laughing and that same lady told you to shut up like seven times!" and more laughter erupted from the ones who were there that day.

you passed the blunt to eren for the umpteenth time watching him take a quick drag then beckon to sasha to grab it as he didn't want to get up. "you both got kicked out, those were two different days." you shook your head at your friends antics and looked up at eren. "they're so dumb."

eren returned your stare and only then did you notice the way his eyes were half lidded, you were sure red was rimming them even though you couldn't really tell because of the red emitting from the lights in the room. he squinted at you and scrunched up his nose. "you look high." he ignored your last sentence wanting to stray away from the conversation he was barely apart of.

"i am high, stupid."

a small 'hmph' came from the back of his throat and it happened again, his eyes dropping to your lips causing him to lick his before he brought those same eyes back up to yours. you could've kept getting lost in them if you didn't jolt at the sound of jean clearing his throat and holding the blunt out to you.

you leaned over to grab it once more. "careful, it's a roach. don't burn yourself." he warned you, so you pinched it between your pointer finger and thumb and started to put it up to your lips but eren grabbed your wrist.

"wanna try something?" he asked you, plucking the faltering blunt from your hands and using the lighter beside him to fire it up a bit more. "wanna shotgun it?"

you had to trace back where you hear those words again... like a shotgun when you get to sit in the passengers seat? no, that wasn't it... you couldn't recall, but by the way sasha widened her eyes for the several time that night, the way connie's mouth dropped into an 'O', and the way jean's features were exasperated, him looking down to the bright light of his screen, you could only wonder eren's intentions.

he didn't even wait for a response from you, pulling through with his actions anyways. "inhale slowly, okay?" he inhaled as much smoke from the blunt storing it in his cheeks, the skin expanding from the inside and then leaned over his face mere inches from yours. he grabbed your chin with his fingers and you opened your mouth slightly watching as he opened his and let the smoke pour out of his tinted lips. you followed his instructions; inhaling very slowly hoping the moment could last a little longer, both of you staring at the transition of the smoke from one mouth to the other.

eren glanced to the side for a second to see if the others were watching, mainly searching for one pair of eyes. you saw his upper lip curl upwards slightly and you inched forward a little more subconsciously. eren watched the smoke grow thinner and felt the way your hands grabbed at his shirt tightly. he watched your eyes flutter and felt your noses brush together.

eren watched both of you lean in a little more until your lips brushed and came together, and felt the fireworks go off in both of your bodies, electric like sparks getting sent through his.

he ignored the gasps and groans of your friends and instead focused on the gasp that left your lips when they first connected with his, and the groan you elicited from him, lips meeting so fervently. he couldn't admit it until today but he wanted your lips on his so bad, your body on his so bad. he was so infatuated with you and the two of you being around each other majority of the time didn't help. he could only reminisce in the little touches and flirtatious gestures you passed back and forth on a regular day and use that to fuel his thoughts at night.

"eren," you mumbled against his lips your voice coming out like a whimper that went straight to his dick, causing him to wrap his arms around your body and pull you into his lap letting your legs swing over either side of him. eren didn't forget about the guests in the room, and as much as wanted to put on a little show in spite of jean, he pointed towards the door snapping his fingers twice.

"five dollars that they fuck?" sasha nudged connie's shoulder as they stood up and walked towards the door while she rolled up her chip bag bringing it with her. jean's figure was already halfway out the door, slamming it hard and making his way to the living room with the other two following.

"hell no, you're gonna owe me five dollars instead. i'm betting that they fuck."

"no, cause you know they're going to that's why i said the bet first, peanut head." sasha stuck her tongue out at connie and he shoved her out the door closing it softer than jean.

he kisses you even harder just basking in the feeling of your smooth lips against his slightly chapped ones, lips working in synchronization like they were made for each other and he felt so needy. his hands roamed your hips and waist, going underneath the jacket now hanging off your shoulders and feeling the bare skin of your stomach. your skin was so hot underneath his hand, just like the air surrounding the two of you.

you ground down into his lap and he hissed stilling your hips at the feeling, his mouth dropping into a circular shape, his eyebrows pointing up until a sigh left his lips once yours disconnected from his. you studied his face; his eyebrows scrunched up in lust and his lips parted slightly already missing the feeling of your lips. his nails dug into your hips as if you would run for whatever reason.

"_____... fuck." his tone was low and light and he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to your cheek, his skin warm on yours. "you're so pretty,"

your face grew hotter than it already was and you leaned your forehead against his while your arms draped around his neck. "thank you,"

"i want you."

you closed your eyes and relished in his grip that became impossibly tight on your hips. "i want you too-"

"i wanna fuck you... i wanna feel you." eren's eyes fluttered shut as well, his forehead moving from yours to the crevice of your neck, planting his lips and nibbling on the thin skin. your breath hitched and your hold on his neck tightened. "i wanna have you."

"i'm right here, eren."

he held back a moan at how gentle and soft your voice was when you said those words, but you caught on and wanted to actually get one out of him. you wanted to pleasure him, you wanted him to shudder because of you, and you wanted your name to leave his lips like a song; but he wanted the same from you.

he was high, and high, and high off of you.

"lay down."

eren obliged with a smug smile, turning himself to the side while steadying you on his lap until his head hit the pillow, his flyaways bouncing to the sides of his face. "c'mere." just like earlier you listened to his words and leaned down so he could press his full lips against yours. his hands cradled either side of your face as you rutted your hips against him and swallowed his groans. his tongue swiped against your bottom lip and his teeth pulled at it as well until you gave him entrance to slip his tongue inside your mouth. you moaned at the feeling of your tongues colliding and dancing around each other even though both of your mouths were somewhat dry from the earlier smoke session, it still felt all good.

you felt fuzzy and your body felt like it was melting into his. when you pulled back for air eren gave you that same smile he gave you earlier, and you moved your kisses down his neck. once you reached the crevice between his shoulder and neck you moved his chain aside and licked at the spot, the feeling of your warm tongue against the shy skin causing eren to hold you a little tighter. you nibbled at the pretty skin and wondered if the mark you proceeded to leave would even be visible under the gleaming red lights.

"i don't know why you're trying to give me a hickey, they already know we're fucking." eren taunted letting his hands travel up your spine until they reached your neck, smoothing his fingers over it. you bit down on the mark as a way to punish eren for his comment then kissed it, finally pulling back.

"shut up."

eren let out a low laugh, and his low eyes raked over your figure with his lip trapped between his teeth. "when did you get my jacket?" he raised and eyebrow and began to remove the fabric that was resting at your elbows after unzipping it the rest of the way to reveal your top.

oh, so it was his jacket. you let out a laugh at your idiocy; you knew it was a couple sizes too big. "you look cute in it, but i want to see you now." he threw the fabric off of his bed and let his warm hands travel up until they cupped your breasts, your back arching in the least. his thumbs ran over your nipples, the feeling making you clench on top of eren. "like this," he pulled them hem of the white top up until you lifted your arms, now only left in your shorts and socks. he didn't even question the fact that you weren't wearing a bra. "shit..." he pushed you down until he could latch onto on of your breasts his tongue swirling around your nipple and you let the tingling feeling go down your spine until he popped off. eren begins to remove his shirt swiftly throwing it somewhere near his jacket.

you make work of your position on top of eren, scooting down on his legs and pecking his chest, abs, then v-line until your head was leveled with his dick. he stared down at you with a look of sultry while your hands worked to pull down his sweatpants. his hips lifted to help you out and you palmed at him with your hand watching him throw his head back when such a simple gesture relieved some of the tension he was feeling.

your mouth connected with his dick through the fabric, feeling for his tip that rested on his thigh and smirking against it when he hissed, hand flying to your ponytail that you threw up earlier that evening. "fuck, don't tease me like that baby."

"i wanna take my time with you." a pout formed on your face and your hands made their way to his waistband, the elastic material detailed with 'calvin klein' circling his hips.

eren's hands grabbed your jaw forcing you to look up at him before you could pull down his boxers. "and i want to fuck you... make you feel good."

your stomach twisted and even though you were just trying to do the same you couldn't help but rush pulling down the brunette's briefs until his cock slapped against his lower abdomen, your pussy squeezing around nothing at the view. his tip red and leaking and you knew that it'd be heavy on your tongue.

"eren..." he watched the way you eyed his aching dick, and he took it in his hands rubbing himself up and down with his hand while basking in your expression.

"hm?" you didn't even know what you wanted to say, you were just mesmerized and wasted no time prying his hands away to replace them with your own. your nimble fingertips ran over his tip to gather his precum and slide it over his length and he twitched, no, his dick twitched, and his fists clenched in anticipation for your hot mouth on him.

he decided to be courageous, to look down and try to watch you without spilling over himself too fast, i mean could you blame him if he did? your hands, the feeling of you over him, the way you would feel around him... he'd had wanted this forever and now it was in front of him.

in a way, he wanted to ruin you, not let this moment go in fear it wouldn't happen again.

so you finally attached your lips to his throbbing member, and he sucked in a breath hand trying to choose between flying to your head or to keep his hands to his self for now, but he chose the former his fist keeping a grip on your locks while you began to bob your head up and down. small sounds of pleasure left him and his eyes closed again, him trying to focus on not fucking your pretty throat so early in. he just wanted you and him to be one in every sense for as long as possible.

a mantra of 'yes,' and 'fuck,' left eren's mouth while your worked around him slicking him up and drawing lines up and down his cock with your tongue watching his reactions for a particular sensitive spot he might have; and you found it.

you went back up to his tip kissing it gently before letting the heat of your tongue slide down a vein on the side of his dick. "_____," eren moaned lifting his hips although he wasn't engulfed in your mouth. "i need it, shit, i need your mouth."

you giggled and placed his heavy dick back where he liked it for now. you felt it brush against your throat and you wondered if you could go any farther, sucking fervently and coming back up to spit on his head, adding more slick to him. when you went back down eren couldn't help it, he had felt when his tip touched your throat earlier and he most definitely wanted to feel that again.

his grip on your hair tightened when your swollen lips were wrapped around him again. he pushed your head down a little bit causing your hands to put more pressure on his thighs. eren opened his eyes to stare at you again, your mouth stretched out so lewdly over his cock, saliva starting to slide down his length from your mouth and your eyes shut as you tried to focusing on breathing. this only encouraged him further.

"i know you can take more, c'mon, go a little further." he said in a tone near a whisper while he lift his hips up more so that he could feel that ridge of your throat and hear another gag.

you pushed yourself, letting him take more control and then he felt it again; "mhm, right there baby, right there." he moaned when you whimpered, groaned and gagged, but this only pushed his animalistic fervor and he tried to push you down more but you lifted your head to catch your breath. "fuck, that feels amazing, angel."

you let the praise run over your body and went back down on him seeing how far you could go without his extra nudge then focused some more attention on his tip.

eren could feel the curdle in his lower abdomen but he tried his best to ignore it, letting your work him more. he let you swirl your tongue around him and pepper kisses down his length. he watched you try to deep throat him again and watched the tears spring from your eyes before you came back up, and all of this built up further until he tumbled over the edge spilling white heat into your mouth with a shout.

you were satisfied.

aching for him? yes, but satisfied at your job.

eren's thigh twitched and his eyes screwed shut as you didn't remove yourself from his length yet, cupping his balls and paying attention to his tip, overstimulating him, watching him shudder and gasp under you like you wanted. his dick hardened again while he contemplated whether to remove you from his length or let the over sensitivity go until he had no choice but to stop, and once again he picked the prior. "_____, please i want to be inside you now, wanna fuck you still."

you slipped off of him and crawled forward only now aware of the wet spot on your panties.

eren brought your face towards him kissing you with no hesitance despite him just being in your mouth. he pecked your lips and you smiled as he praised you. "you did so good, so good..." another peck and then his hands trailed down to the shorts you were still wearing, giving your ass a squeeze and spreading them. "but now i want to see that pretty pussy on my dick, yeah?"

you let him slide off your shorts and underwear simultaneously until your slick heat was exposed to him and to the air, feeling it brush over you before eren's hands could. your head fell to his chest feeling the cold metal of his chain underneath you, and your sore jaw parted when you felt his rough fingers gather up your wetness on them, rubbing through your slit. "eren..."

"c'mon, sit baby. we're not done yet; fuck yourself on me." he placed his lips on your the top of your head. "please?"

you picked yourself up and scoot back taking eren's dick in your hand once more. you didn't even care that he didn't have a condom, you trusted him, and you trusted the birth control you were on too.

finally you slipped down onto him and for him it felt like you were sucking him up inch by inch until he bottomed out inside of you. "so fucking tight... you're so wet." he groaned with his hands on your hips and yours on his chest steadying you. it had been awhile since you had been fucked and feeling so full again felt good, the stretch felt good and the slight pain subsided so quickly.

slowly, you guided yourself up and down eren's cock until you could find a good rhythm. your chest bounced above him and your ass clapped together, mixing in with the sound of your slick getting pushed in and out of you. "yeah, like that," eren hummed watching you focused, your pussy squeezing around him and you putting in the efforts to fuck yourself on him for both your pleasure.

eren's hands helped guide your body up and down him, and you leaned forward a little to add some more pressure to your clit. everything felt so good, the way he hit your cervix, the way your bud rubbed against his lower abdomen, you could definitely say this was one of the best fucks you had in a while. eren slapped your ass for encouragement before massaging the same area and relishing in your gasp.

"this feels good... and so much better when you're high." you sighed out while your face contorted in pleasure.

"or is my dick just that good?" eren joked looking up at you after your comment.

"shut it, eren.. and," you leaned forward some more. you were somewhat exhausted from riding already, thighs aching and body shivering from the pleasure. "i’m tired..." you admitted almost shamefully.

"you're tired?" he spoke in the way you would to a child while turning you around so you were on your side. his chest was against your back, the cold gold material resting between your shoulder blades and your ass snug against him. he lifted your leg and held it up while you guided him back inside of you until he was buried deep once again, this angle hitting even better.

"i got you," eren murmured against your neck while starting his pace slow. his hand trailed up to your neck and he gave it a light squeeze while pushing you further against him. he loved the way your ass bounced against his lower stomach when he started going faster, making him speed up his pace. "'m gonna fuck you so good."

you let out a slutty moan at his dirty talk, bringing a hand over to your mouth and shutting your eyes. he found that sweet spot inside of you and you couldn't help but react as well as he hit it over and over again. eren's hand on your throat went up to pull your hand off of your mouth. "don't try to hide that pretty voice, i want to hear you, i want them to hear you. get loud baby."

you were sure he felt the way you clenched around him, suffocating his dick as it slid in and out of you at a steady speed, and this time when you let out a moan you let him hear it, you were loud like he asked and tried to put your leg up even further so he could hit deeper.

"eren, fuck!" you were left pondering why you didn't think about this earlier, why you didn't listen to everybody who told you to get with eren. you could've been getting the best dick you'd gotten in years but both your stubborn, wavering feelings got in the way. "yes, oh my god, yes!" you cried out while eren bucked his hips up into you tightening his grip on your neck.

he turned your head towards him and engaged your lips again swallowing your cries and whimpers as he abused your pussy. your hand shakily made its way down to your clit to give you another push but he was quicker, dropping your leg and grabbing your wrist causing you to yelp. "eren, please."

"beg me." that same fervor from earlier returned. being edged on by your cries and shouts of his name, knowing how good he was fucking you and making you feel was such a turn on. "tell me how you want me, how you want my cum."

your breath was ragged and your leg was aching but you wanted it stretched out again where you could feel it deep. you were on the verge of tears. your hips rutted against eren for any boost, any pressure that you could get you to your high. the hand around your neck only gripped further as you didn't respond yet.

"c'mon, beg me baby."

"eren," his name came out broken, your back leaving his chest as your arched hard. "please fuck me, fuck me... please," he started to move again in the least, after all he was on the verge of cumming as well. "fuck, cum inside me, i want it, please." the sobs that left your mouth were so hot and of course he gave you what you wanted.

he fucked up into you after lifting your leg again and letting the fingers that were choking you slip into your mouth while he kissed and nibbled at your neck, speaking in between, praising you and marking you. his hand slipped from your mouth and he brought his wet fingers down to your clit rubbing for you until you toppled over the edge with a loud cry of his name. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your cunt gripped him like a vice over and over again as if you were trying to milk him.

"ah, fuck," the way you were squeezing around him caused him to unravel himself, white painting your walls as he filled you up with his cum, shaking himself. "_____," he heaved as the two of you tried to come down from your escapade.

your breathing was beginning to steady again but you could still feel yourself pulsing around him causing him to pull out before it became too much. "eren.." you answered back as your head relaxed against his pillow while you rested in his grip. you felt his lips against your neck again, then stopping at your shoulder blades.

you were blanking out from tiredness, only then did you realize the state you were in, hair in somewhat of a mess, a sheen of sweat covering both of your bare bodies, and marks littering your body. not to mention the cum trying to ooze out of you. you didn't even realize when eren had gotten up until he came back, wiping you clean and only assuming he did himself too. he locked his door on the way back in and slipped his boxers back on, reciprocating on you with your underwear.

you could feel the bed shift, eren crawling in bed beside you after drawing out the covers from underneath both of you and wrapping them around you and him, bringing you against him before you fell back asleep.

༄ ༄ ༄

you woke up to a hand shaking you, your eyes lazily opening.

"wake up, _____."

"eren?"

the pretty boy smiled at you and studied your features as you tried to wake up completely. you were no longer naked, or in the same position you were from last night, now wearing a plain white shirt and your underwear.

"morning, i gotta head to class soon, remember i have a test, or did i-"

"don't finish that sentence." you rolled your eyes as you sat up completely eren laughing at you. you followed his eyes, them resting on your lips like always and you took it upon yourself to lean up and kiss him, this time quite innocently, domestic almost. "sorry, morning breath, but,"

eren this time cut you off with another soft kiss, his cheeks rising from his smile as he pulled you closer to him.

you didn't want to talk it out yet, you were somewhat fine with where everything was at now, although you knew your friends and eren wouldn't want to coax a direct answer out of you sooner or later.

but you were content with the way eren kissed you just seconds ago, content with his jacket and sweats you had to wear, you were content with having to use spare bathroom products at his house, you were content with the wave armin and mikasa gave you out the door, content with the walk you and eren shared to the college, content with the last kiss he gave you before his class.

content is how you were feeling.

content.

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everything you’re missing (c.t.h)

a/n: hi everybody, i’m back with another post. this is my first calum piece and i’m so excited to finally get it up. this is once again unedited, i’m way too tired rn. it’s also the second smut i’ve posted so that’s pretty exciting as well. yeah i don’t really have much to say right now because i’m literally exhausted, my classes are really kicking my ass. anyway i hope you all enjoy this bff!calum piece. feedback and comments are always appreciated. hope you all are doing well and are being safe. thank you - emmy <33

pairing: bff!calum hood x fem!reader

summary: a drunken text meant for your ex shows up on calum’s phone and leaves him questioning everything he’s missing out on with his best friend.

warning(s): talk of a previous bad relationship, y/n’s ex body shamed her, mentions of alcohol, insecurity, smut, cursing

word count: 4.7k

You’ve decided that 3 glasses of wine is your happy medium, but even a sip into the 4th and there’s no telling what you’ll do.

So, naturally you were finishing up your 5th glass on Friday night while angrily scrolling through your exes instagram when you got what seemed to be an incredible idea. It was simply too tempting not to, your mind was feeling hazy which made your confidence skyrocket, and you truly did just look good.

A day of pampering had left you in a black floor length silk robe with nothing but your favorite deep cherry red lingerie set underneath. Your face was bare and glowing after a refreshing and illuminating face mask, and your lips were left glossy and plump from a new scrub.

You had posed in front of the floor length mirror in your living room, giggling between snaps until you had taken the perfect shot. It was classy but provocative, the dressing gown slipping from your shoulders exposing the lace of your bra and a tasteful amount of cleavage. You had also left the bottom open, allowing a clear shot of your thighs and the curve of your ass from where you sat on your knees.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes you selected the picture into a message, typing a cheeky, “take a good look at everything you’re missing” and sending it off to your ex (or so you thought).

But you really couldn’t be blamed for your mistake, Cam and Cal were far too similar for your drunk brain to decipher the difference. You also couldn’t be blamed for the fact that you dozed off on the couch immediately after sending it, before you even had a chance to recognize your humiliating mistake.

You were awoken by the ringing of your phone at around 9:00 am, way too early for your liking. Before even registering who it was, you brought the phone to your ear and groaned a sleepy, “hello,”

“At your door.” a voice you recognized as your best friend responded.

“M’coming” you said, scooting off the couch. On your way to the door you registered that you were still scantily covered, the robe falling off of you as you walked. You clutched it around you as you swung the door open to a wide eyed, Calum Hood.

“G’morning.” he smirked, looking you up and down.

“Shh” you hushed, pulling him in by the arm. “Why in the world are you here so early?”

He lightly laughed while taking a seat at the kitchen table, eyes following you while you moped over to the fridge and pulled out two water bottles.

“Well,” he sighed as you handed him one. “I got a very interesting text last night and I figured I just had to come over and see, y’know everything I was missing.” he spoke in a teasing tone as he gestured a hand down your body.

You tugged your eyebrows together in confusion. There was something familiar about what he was saying, but not familiar enough for you to put the pieces together.

“What are you talking about?” you questioned bringing the water bottle to your lips.

Calum shrugged his shoulders, a smirk still glued to his face as he took out his phone and began looking for something. After a few seconds he extended his arm to hand you his phone. You accepted it and glanced down absentmindedly as your body slumped against the counter.

The second your eyes hit the screen it all came back to you, your mouth fell open and you straightened out, suddenly very awake, not to mention very mortified.

Calum on the other hand was buzzing. Actually, he had been ever since his phone dinged last night awakening him from his sleep. Well, buzzing and extremely, extremely sexually frustrated.

When he first opened your message and saw the picture that would now be making a regular appearance in his wet dreams, he had nearly choked on his own breath. He knew that it was most likely a drunken mistake, and while that slightly saddened him it didn’t stop his dick from plumping up at the sight, straining uncomfortably against his boxers. He seriously debated wanking to the tempting image but decided against it, thinking it would be a gross violation of your privacy since it wasn’t even meant for him. Oh how he wished it was. Unfortunately that meant he had been sporting an exceptionally sensitive halfie since then.

“Oh my god.” you groaned, sitting the phone down on the counter and covering your eyes in humiliation. “Cal I’m soooo sorry, I was drunk, and overly confident, and I meant to send this to Cam and now I’m just, I’m sorry.” you reiterated.

‘Hey, don’t apologize on my account.” he countered. “Plus, you should be thrilled you sent it to me and not that asshole, doesn’t deserve ya.”

“I know, you’re right. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m mortified though. S’bit ridiculous, get a little alcohol in my system and I have a god complex all of a sudden” you rambled, running your hands through your hair nervously.

Calum stood and pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“You think too much, y’know that?” he quipped.

You turned your head, pressing a cheek against his sweater clad chest and mumbled, “Yea I’ve been known for that.”

Calum softly chuckled at your words before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head and pulling apart.

“S’really no big deal, y/n.” a teasing grin plastered on his face. “Besides I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it.”

“Calum!” you scolded, swatting a hand at his arm.

He dodged your hit just in time and held his hands up in surrender before taking his seat again.

“Why'd you let that dick bother you anyway? Y’know you’re way out of his league.”

Your jaw clenched at the question, your mind wandering to every time you had come to Calum crying after your ex had done something to hurt you. Everytime he commented on your “stomach pudge” as he liked to call it, when you wore a tight dress to go out. Or when he would ask if you were really “that” hungry, even if you hadn’t eaten much at all. And each time you would feel absolutely wretched and end up sobbing in Calum’s arms, but refusing to tell him why you were so, so sad.

“He texted me the other day y’know?” you muttered under your breath, while fiddling with the coffee machine.

“Really? What’d he say?” Calum responded, watching your back with narrowed eyes.

“Uh, he saw me the other night, when we were at that bar with the guys.” you said, shaky fingers pulling out a mug.

“And?” he spoke flatly.

“It’s stupid really,” you sniffled, willing your voice not to break. “He said I put on a few pounds, that he was glad he got out when he did.” your bottom lip traitorously jutted out as you turned to face him.

“Fucking dick.” he hissed.

Calum wasn’t necessarily proud of the violent images that flashed through his mind at the thought of that asshole finding yet another way to hurt you but, the sad little quiver of your lip allowed him to reason without a doubt that they were fair.

Before you could even blink he was holding you again, arms impossibly tight around you. .

“He’s wrong, y/n. Fuck, I don’t know how to even...he’s just so wrong.” he said softly, his hand rubbing your back reassuringly.

“I know.” you whimpered, holding tears back.

He pulled back enough to look you in the eyes, arms still firm around your waist.

“No you don’t. It’s...It really fucking pisses me off that he makes you feel like this. It’s like-fuck you’re just like-” he moved his hands to cup your cheeks. “You really are gorgeous.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and your whole body felt warm as you stared at his big brown eyes. His words felt sincere, everything about him felt so sincere.

“Thank you, Cal.”

He pulled you back into his chest, “Really wish I could just, like hug away all his bullshit.”

“M’used to it.” you mumbled.

“You don’t deserve any of it.”

“Yea, well what can you do.” you sighed, moving out of his embrace.

Calum’s eyes were still glued to you as you stirred a spoonful of sugar in your coffee.

“I hope you don’t let anything he says get to you.”

You let out a breath of exhaustion.

Confidence wasn’t something that you used to struggle with. I mean sure, there were spouts of insecurity here and there but you knew your worth, and you considered yourself pretty, hot even. That had all changed a few months into your latest relationship. First it was the backhanded compliments which quickly turned into passive comments, and then outright cruel insults. People really underestimate the toll their words take on others, especially when the person that’s making you feel so ugly and worthless, is one that you adore and who’s supposed to adore you right back, no matter what.

“I try but, he can’t just be making it all up.” you were ashamed. When did you become the girl that lets a guy affect how she sees herself? That just wasn’t you.

“He is. He’s insecure and a douche. He was probably trying to destroy your confidence to the point that you felt like you couldn’t leave him.” Calum assured. “But you’re way too strong for him, dumped his sorry ass anyway.”

You smiled gratefully at his words, taking a seat next to him.

“Yea, so strong I tried to send him half naked pictures for reassurance.”

Calum shook his head, “I wish you could see how hot you are.”

Your eyes widened at the compliment, your head dropping to avoid his stare as blood rushed to your cheeks.

“I’d be happy to reassure you whenever you want.” he continued, bumping his knee against yours under the table.

“Doesn’t count.” you dismissed, before sipping your coffee. “You're my best friend, you’re obligated to tell me I’m pretty.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.” he muttered back quietly, his expression dropping slightly. He hated when you deflected his compliments. All he ever wanted to do was make you feel good, and you made it very difficult for him when you blocked every swing he took at the wall of insecurity that Cam had built around you. He would kill Cam if he could.

You let out an apologetic sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder.

“M’sorry, you’re right. I love you for that, the only thing keeping me sane.”

Your heart squeezed as he hugged you back.

Calum was perfect, he was sweet, and funny, and quite literally your favorite person on earth. Not to mention you had been hopelessly in love with him since practically the beginning of your friendship. But as his best friend you had heard over and over just how uninterested he was in a relationship. Everytime you would ask about his love life he would just respond,

“I’m just not the boyfriend type, m’not cut out for it.” shrugging nonchalantly.

Which you thought was laughable because anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend, in fact sometimes you would let yourself pretend he was yours.

Like,in a busy club with his hands on your hips, guiding you through the crowds. So close behind, you could feel each exhale on the back of your neck, as his eyes darted around the room to ensure there weren’t any potential threats to your safety, in the form of drunk overzealous flirts. Or after a night out when he got cuddly and clingy, and would find his way from the couch into your bed. You’d wake up with his cheek pressed against your chest and his arms snaked around your torso as he released soft breaths that caused goosebumps to rise on your exposed skin. You’d let yourself imagine that you had this every morning and that he would wake up any minute to smother your face in kisses and tell you he loved you. And of course, here he was again this morning being so thoughtful and kind and everything you wanted in a boyfriend. And here you were again swimming in his praises and physically having to restrain yourself from kissing him.

Begrudgingly, you pulled away and stood up.

“Gonna get changed.” you spoke.

“I’m making us breakfast.” Calum called as you walked away. You hummed in response and slipped into your room.

Once in the privacy of your own room you quickly pulled on a pair of leggings and a hoodie before scurrying to the bathroom sink and splashing cold water on your face in hopes of ridding yourself of any romantic thoughts towards your best friend.

Although you weren’t aware, Calum was doing the very same thing just a few feet away. Internally reminding himself repeatedly that it was never gonna happen with you. He wasn’t good enough to be anyone’s boyfriend, let alone yours. You didn’t want him that way and he could almost trick himself into believing that he was okay with that.

You hastily finished brushing your teeth before returning to the kitchen. You were greeted with the sight of Calum’s back, he stood over the toaster cutting an avocado and humming a song you didn’t recognize quietly to himself. He looked over his shoulder as your footsteps approached.

“Hungry?” he questioned.

“You have no idea.” you affirmed, as he fixed a plate for you both.

“Good. I was thinking we could watch something while we eat,”

“Fine with me.” you responded, hoping he wouldn’t notice the distraction laced in your voice. Your focus had easily been stolen from the conversation to how easy it was to see his back muscles flex through the thin material of his jumper.

But of course he did, it was Calum after all.

“Y’alright?” he said, handing you a plate.

“Uh, yep.” you rushed out.

“Not still thinking about Cam, are you?”

“No, not at all.” you answered honestly, walking to the couch, Calum trailing closely behind you.

“Then what’s got you all flustered?”

“You” you thought, taking a seat in the furthest corner.

“I’m not flustered.”

“Bullshit” he countered, sitting practically on top of you.

You let out a huff, and motioned to the other completely empty side of the couch.

“Is there a reason we aren’t practicing personal space right now?”

He laughed softly at your question and nuzzled closer into your side.

“Yea, you’re all pouty, looks like you need a cuddle.”

“I’m really fine Cal.” you shoved him lightly but saw no results, he just scooched in even closer and bit into his toast.

The two of you sat in silence while some newly released action movie played on your TV. Calum’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders keeping you tight to his side, and although you could’ve sworn that you had been in this exact same position hundreds of times, you felt as if this were the very first time. Every single one of your nerves were on fire and the warmth that had flooded your body was making you antsy.

Feeling overwhelmed by your senses, you allowed your eyes to flutter close with a deep inhale.

“You okay?” Calum whispered, dipping his head down slightly to reach your ear.

You opened your mouth to respond but didn’t trust your voice to protrude through your shaky exhales, settling for a subdued nod instead.

“You sure?” his words were long and drawled out, despite your eyes being closed you knew his proximity from the feeling of his breath just behind your ear.

Before you could speak up his hand secured itself just above your knee, and your muscles flexed involuntarily at the contact.

“Relax, y/n” he continued, his thumb beginning to run repeatedly over a spot on your inner knee.

Everything in your brain was screaming at you to excuse yourself, maybe even kick him out, anything to gain some space and hopefully some clarity from the cloud of sexual tension that was looming over the two of you and blurring boundaries at lightning speed. But you were essentially frozen in place, petrified that any movement would alert Calum to the way he was affecting you.

Your head lolled back to rest on his forearm which was lying behind you on the couch and finally peeled your eyes open, staring up at the ceiling.

He watched you from the corner of his eye, taking note of every rise and fall of your chest, every thick swallow of your throat.

If there was one thing Calum was well versed in, it was his ability to read you, he liked to think he knew you better than anyone else in the world. He could tell exactly how you were feeling just by watching you, your face, your breathing and he was more than shocked when he started getting the feeling you were no longer upset but something far more appealing.

Were you turned on? Right here in his presence? The thought made blood rush to his dick, which twitched in his pants when another breathy sigh passed your lips.

“What’re you thinking about, love?”

Everything in you urged you to answer honestly, just tell him the truth. “You, I’m thinking about you. I’m always thinking about you.” But you couldn’t do that, so instead you deflected.

“What’re you thinking about?” you countered, meeting his eyes.

Calum questioned his next words very carefully, debating whether or not he could recover if he was wrong about what you were feeling and you shut him down. It was pointless though, he knew he would never recover from your rejection. He also knew that spontaneous combustion wouldn’t look very good on his tombstone and that’s exactly what would happen if he spent one more minute not kissing you.

Fuck it.

“That pretty little set you had on last night.” he confessed.

That you weren’t expecting.

A quiet whine rang from your throat and you were far too affected to feel embarrassed.

And that did it, Calum was now impossibly hard in his pants, no doubt leaking precum onto his boxer briefs. He needed to get his hands on you, now.

His hand started to slowly travel up your thigh, goosebumps rising on every centimeter they passed.

“So gorgeous in red, aren’t ya y/n?”

“Cal,” you hissed when his thumb brushed the sensitivity of your inner thigh.

“Mm.” he hummed. “It’d be pretty hard fo’me to stop right now, but I will if that’s what you want. Is that what you want, love?”

He was sure he’d cry if he had to let go of you now, but he needed to hear you say it.

“No, don’t wanna stop.” you whined, turning your body flush to his.

“Whaddya want then, baby? Hm?” You could feel his every word on the flushed skin of your neck as he leaned into the crook.

“Want you.”

He could’ve came then and there.

“Then I’m all yours.” he admitted before crashing his lips on yours.

Your heart was in your stomach as his tongue entered your mouth, explorative and eager. He was too busy memorizing your taste to notice your fingers tugging at his sweater. You attempted to push it up desperate to feel his skin under your hands. You were able to pull the fabric up about halfway before they were blocked by his arms that were holding you close against him.

Calum laughed when you pulled apart from the kiss, giving him a disappointed look.

“Want it off?” he teased.

You couldn’t bother to be embarrassed when you nodded eagerly in response. He didn’t waste any time peeling the fabric off of his skin, and you were quick to lightly run a finger across the ink feather just below his collarbone.

Now it was his turn to tug on your clothes, “Level the playing field?”

You nodded, lifting your arms and allowing him to lift the sweatshirt over your head leaving your chest completely bare. Calum groaned at the sight of your tits, his hands quickly finding your waist and tugging you down to lay on your back in one swift motion.

Once you were laid out in front of him he took the opportunity to explore the new skin. His hands left a lingering warmth as they dragged across your stomach and despite the kind words and endearing demeanor that he always upheld with you, you found yourself shying under his gaze, wanting to curl away from him. As your hands began to wrap around your stomach in an attempt to cover yourself up he quickly pushed them away, locking them in place on either side of you.

“Wanna see everything baby, all of you.” he cooed in your ear before nipping at the lobe.

His kisses began to travel down your neck, sucking a few marks to your collar bones and the surrounding areas. When his fingers grazed over a fresh bruise in the dip just between your neck and shoulders you hissed lightly.

“You look so pretty marked up for me. All mine, aren’t you baby? Not Cam’s, mine. Say it.”

“Yours, Cal.” you admitted, feeling your body sink further into the couch. You had never felt drunk off of someone’s words before and the experience was leaving you sputtering, completely compliant to your best friend.

He hummed contently at your confession, his large hands gripping at your hips, before slowly peeling your leggings off.

“Y’feel so good in my hands, like you were made for me.” his thumbs poking at the soft skin, just beneath your panties.

The feeling of his hands so close to where you needed them, but not quite there was driving you crazy.

“Cal, please.” you begged.

He groaned before tugging at the cotton covering you. “Cam’s a fucking idiot, y’know that? He had the prettiest girl in the world and treated her like shit. I’d never do that, wanna worship you baby.”

It was ridiculous how overwhelmed his words were leaving you, all desperate and squirming. As his fingers met the soaked expanse of your cunt you couldn’t hold back the throaty moan it elicited.

A pornographic sigh followed close behind, one that made Calum want to pinch himself to ensure he wasn’t in the midst of a haunting dream.

“Soaked f’me darling.” he mused, running his fingers up and down your folds to completely coat you in your arousal. You whimpered at the feeling, bucking your hips up desperate for friction.

Tutting while shaking his head, he used one hand on your lower stomach to press you back down to the couch.

“Stay still for me won’t you, love?” he cooed, continuing to run his fingers over your core lightly.

When you bobbed your head up and down in agreement he lifted your leg to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your calf.

“Hm, good girl.” he praised, softly laying your leg back down.

Calum hovered above you, dipping his head down every so often to peck at your chest, his fingers still unrelenting. The knot in your lower stomach tightened every second that passed and you felt like you could scream at any second, yearning to be full.

Calum felt like he could burst any minute himself but was determined to make this experience the best of your life. He wanted to give you something to remember, a reason to want more.

Your soft moans and frustrated grunts alerted him to your neediness and he was just about ready to give in for the both of you.

“What do you need from me, baby?” he said against your shoulder before peppering kisses across your collar bones.

You could only respond with an airy moan when his fingers found your clit.

“Hm? My fingers?” You shook your head aggressively. He knew exactly what you wanted, the tease.

“No? Want my mouth?” he teased further, leaving an opened mouth kiss in between your tits.

“Cal,” you sighed. “Fuck me, please.”

He groaned at your words, nipping lightly at the skin before ridding himself of his pants.

“You’re a fucking dream, y’know that?” he praised, desperately searching for a condom in his pants. When he finally located one he held it up to you as if it were a prized possession, smiling proudly at his own preparedness.

He hastily freed himself from the constraints of his boxers and rolled the condom on, never once taking his eyes off of the blissful expression on your face.

“Ready?” he questioned, his tip lightly pressing at your entrance. You nodded and sucked in a breath, bracing yourself for the stretch, your eyes falling closed in the process.

When a few seconds went by and nothing happened you opened your eyes to find Calum staring down at you in awe.

“Cal,” you whined. “what’re you doing?”

Your words seemed to break him from his trance, he shook his head and muttered an apology to you.

“Sorry, fuck you’re pretty. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

“Then stop waiti-” your words were cut off by a sharp hiss that couldn’t have been prevented as his length finally pressed into you.

“Fuck.” Calum groaned his head falling back. You felt too good around him, seriously he was fucked, completely ruined for you.

You felt the exact same as your silky moans filled the room. You had never been filled this good and you questioned how you had gone so long without this.

“M-move” you sighed, clenching around him.

You could hear his breath catch at the feeling and he grunted out a strained, “Need a minute.”

He held himself in place for a few more seconds until his breaths began to even out once again before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in.

You yelped, pulling your lip between your teeth in hopes to drown the sound.

He continued slamming into you at an unrelenting pace, taking notice of each time your eyes would roll back when he brushed against your g-spot. He could write a book about how good you looked all fucked for him.

As his thrusts grew closer together you could feel your release creeping up on you.

“Cal, need’ta cum.” you stuttered out.

His hands tightened around your hips, pulling you even closer to him as his head poked at that spot again.

“Go on baby, let go.” he encouraged, willing himself to hold out a little longer as your walls fluttered around him.

Once you had came it only took him about three more thrusts before he was painting the condom with his release, groaning your name as his hand searched for yours to intertwine them as he came down from his own high.

His body flopped next to yours on the couch, both of you struggling to fit next to each other in such a small space, not that either of you minded the close quarters.

Your fingers remained laced together as you caught your breath, Calum peppering kisses to your shoulder and mumbling praises into your skin.

“You’re an angel. God, I just- I love you.” he said, causing your head to snap in his direction.

He looked like a deer in headlights when you asked for him to repeat himself.

“I love you?” he obliged.

“Is it a question?”

“No, I’m just not used to saying it.” he admitted, vulnerability clear in his eyes.

You wanted to kiss away the worried crease in his forehead but instead pressed your lips to his, pulling apart a fraction of an inch to speak after a few seconds.

“I love you too.” you ensured.

Calum eyes widened, not expecting you to say it back, at least not so soon. He had so much he wanted to say to you but figured all of it could be summed up by another kiss to your soft lips. So he closed the distance once again, using a bit more force this time in hopes it would convey the strength of his feelings for you.

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𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐃 !

part 2 <3

summary: you have an encounter with your best friend’s brother bucky!

pairing: innocent! reader x college! bucky

warnings: cursing, asshole! steve rogers, kissing, drug use, oral (female receiving) fingering.

your heart began to beat heavily, bucky didn’t care that his sister was outside of the door but you started to feel guilty. this was so wrong of you and you didn’t even want to look at yourself. “you better answer her sweethear, she’s not gonna leave.” bucky taunts you, he hand trails your stomach, groping your breasts hard. “uh-im almost finished, i h-had to ohhh.” you slap you hand over your mouth, bucky smirks as he pinches you nipple again.

“what?” rebecca moved closer to the door. “are you okay? i’m coming in.” your eyes widens, you pushed bucky away and slowly cracked the door. “i’m f-fine, the um…pizza! the pizza went down the wrong hatch.” you lie. rebecca’s face screws up. “ew i did not need to know that y/n” you watch as she walks into her room. you close the door, leaning your head back onto the wooden frame.

you closed your eyes and hoped that this was all a dream, that you didn’t actually kiss your best friends brother. you slowly open your eyes only to meet a pair of blue eyes, bucky laughs at you. “went down the wrong hatch? seriously?” you cross your arms in front of your chest. “well what was i supposed to say, sorry can’t talk now i’m making out with your brother. she’s kill me!” you exclaim, you ran your hands down your face in an irrational manner. this was too much for you and bucky didn’t see anything wrong with it.

“would you chill out? here take a hit, it will make you feel better.” bucky offers the small bud once more, you smack it out of his hand. “do you always solve your problems with weed!” you hiss. his eyes were low, he watched as the joint flew onto the ground. you hitch your breath realizing what you did, you see his tongue rub his lower lip. you almost melt at the sight.

“your gonna regret the doll.” he seethes into your ear. he pushes you against the door, you let out a yelp but he covers your mouth. “i know a way you can make it up to me, and you are gonna make it up to me. you know why baby?” you shake your head. “because you don’t want to get on my bad side. i would hate to ruin that innocence of yours.” he whisperers, he hands managed to find their way to you ass, giving it a light squeeze before letting you go.

you move from the door and he exits the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts. you could barely comprehend what happened let along what he meant by his bad side. you grabbed the nail polish remover and walk back to rebecca room. “finally! you took forever.” you mumble a small sorry and sat on her bed, she lends you her hand and you get to work on her nails, she chose a peach color and wanted you to add a french tip, such a classic.

as you continue painting her nails she squeals making you mess up the curved line. “becca! your nails!” you groan. “i don’t care! why didn’t you tell me?” you tilt your head confusingly. “you and steve hooked up and you didn’t tel me?!” you eyes go wide. “what! no! where did you get that from?” you ask her. she huffs. “no, no, no, no don’t try to act all innocent! you and chris did it and there is evidence on your neck. i rest my case.” you rush off the bed and check your neck, you internally face palm seeing dark purple marks all over your neck.

“i had no idea steve was like that. i guess i have to stop making fun of him now.” she chuckles. “just taking me home my ass! so how was it? was he big? why arent you giving me details.” rebecca whines, kicking her feet in her bed. you ignored her and attempted to kneed out the hickies. as you run the marks you notice bucky staring at you from his room door, you could practically feel his smirk as you watched his reflection go back to his room. you heart raced as you tried to come up with an excuse.

“it’s no big deal i just burnt myself with a straightener.” you curse to yourself knowing she wouldn’t fall for that. “fine don’t tell me! i’m going to sleep, all this secrecy has made me tired.” rebecca yawns, you hoped she wouldn’t ask you about the hickey again because lying was never your forte. you lie in the large bed, clouded in your own thoughts.

did he like you? was he just messing with you? you had so many assumptions of why he kissed you, what bothered you the most was that you had steve. steve was a jock and you were an outcast, you didn’t know how it would work. even though you and steve hadn’t officially said you were together, you still respected him and wanted to be faithful.

the next morning at school, you kept your head down and didn’t talk to anyone for the most part. no one really seems to notice because you were kind of a nobody. you sat in your forensics class, jotting down notes here and there. you stop writing when you feel a hand creep up your thigh. you turn your head toward steve, he kept a straight face and didn’t acknowledge how unamused you were.

“what are you doing?” you whisper. steve’s hand tries to travel up your skirt but you close your legs firmly. “steve!” he turns to you. “we’re in the middle of class.” you point out. “i’m sorry you know i can’t resist you baby. let me make it up to you but taking you out after homecoming.” you hault yourself as you almost roll your eyes at him. steve could be pushy sometimes especially when it came to losing your virginity to him. you hated that rebecca told him that, now he wouldn’t leave you alone.

“oh really.” you say pretending to be intrigued. “the guys and i bought hotel rooms for tonight and we get to bring a special girl along. and you know since your my favorite girl, i thought we could go together and have fun. go swimming, watch movies, kiss, cuddle, the whole nine and maybe some other stuff if you want.” you remove his hand from your thigh and continue writing notes. “i told you steve i’m not ready for that stuff yet.”

steve huffs, returning back to the lesson. your virginity wasn’t something that you kept sacred but you wanted you first time to be meaningful and steve hadn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend yet so your answer would always be no if he asked. when school ended you took the bus home, you quickly packed a bag full of makeup, hair supplies and your clothes for homecoming. you checked the time, almost cursing yourself seeing how you were going to be late to rebecca’s house.

you ran as fast as you could to the barnes’ house, you could practically feel the lecture rebecca was going to give you. luckily, you live a few blocks down from the barnes so it wouldn’t be too long of a walk/run. when you arrived at the barnes’ you quickly rang the doorbell. the door opens’ revealing a shirtless bucky who looked like he just got out of the shower. “can i help you?” he smirks looking down on you.

“becca t-told m-me to come, for homecoming.” you gulped attempting to maintain eye contact. his couldn’t help but peek at his glistened abs, you really hoped he didn’t catch on to you checking him out. before he could let out a snarky comment rebecca came gritting down the stairs with curlers in her hair. “there you are! y/n your late and we only have three hours to get ready.” you pushed pass bucky and ran up the stairs.

bucky watched at how nervous you were, it was like the fuel he ran on. rebecca closed her door and pushes you onto her vanity chair. “please tell me i have creative freedom tonight!” rebecca pleads with her big blue eyes staring at you. you sigh and nod. she kisses your forehead before beginning your makeup.

after a few hours of prodding, poking, blending, and brushing, rebecca finally finished your makeup and hair. normally you wouldn’t wear makeup because you didn’t know how to do it very well but when you did have it on you truly looked like a princess. “now carefully get into your dress y/n, i swear to god if you mess up an eyelash i will kill you.” she threatens you with her high pitched voice. you removed your jeans and shirt revealing your body, you quickly unzipped the dress as you start to compare your body to rebecca’s. becca was tall and slim while you were a little curvy. you had a small tummy with stretchmarks and she had a flat tummy with a slender waist. your best friend was beautiful and you didn’t want to see mom jealous, so you put up a front and delt with it.

you and rebecca were finally dressed, rebecca looked stunning in her white and pink dress. with the help of rebecca and mrs.barnes, you had pick a pale green dress, the curve of the dress fit you like a glove. the creases on the dress made you look more mature and sexier. you were never use to being sexy so the look on your face made rebecca freak out. “you totally hate it, i knew we should’ve gone with the black dress.” you shake your head. “n-no! it looks…great. thank you becks.” the door opens, your heart quickens when you meet a pair of bright eyes. you noticed bucky had put on a shirt, a part of you were bummed out. “would it kill you to knock! we’re girls who need privacy!” rebecca yells. bucky didn’t give his sister the time of day, his eyes were fixated on you. you felt self conscious as he stared at you long and hard. “mom and dad are going to a banquet dinner in manhattan. they won’t be back until tomorrow.” he tells rebecca. she crossed her arms in confusion. “what? no! i was supposed to have the car tonight. how the hell are we supposed to get to hoco?” rebecca flings her arms up dramatically.

bucky chuckles at his sister’s agony. “wait!” you spoke up as bucky was about to walk away. “c-can y-ou drive us?” you ask quietly. rebecca pulled your arm. “are you crazy? do you know what people say if we shows up to homecoming in a pickup truck?” rebecca vocalized. you couldn’t care less what people had to say, you just wanted and excuse to be see bucky. “becca this is important to you and even you said yourself we had to be there under any circumstances.”

rebecca whines. “fine but you’re dropping us off a block away. i need to retouch my hair, you’ve made me stress away the curls.” you watched as she pushes past bucky, leaving the two of you. you stare at him for a second then turn around, attempting to act uninterested. “you know you should skip this whole homecoming thing altogether.” bucky told you. “what! no, this is important to becca and i promised her i’d be there.” you felt his presence behind you, your back was pressed to his front. “come on doll, you never seemed like the type to be into this stuff anyway. i have a few places we could go instead. wouldn’t that be way more fun.” he was baiting you and hell, you were falling for it very hard. he pushed your hair to the side, laying a kiss on your shoulder. his hand cupped your waist, pulling you as close as you could get.

his pressed more kisses up your neck, he liked testing you, he would make you beg for it if you gave him the chance. “c’mom dollface, don’t you wanna have fun with me?” you almost gave him a nod but refrained. “i should go help rebecca, see you in a few james.” you walk away smiling to yourself, you won this round of the game but best believe, bucky was going to win the next level.

you sat in between bucky and rebecca once more, y’all were currently picking up nathan and steve, your dates for the evening. “you look beautiful beck.” nathan smiles at his girlfriend. rebecca left you in the front with bucky so she could kiss her boyfriend more. steve walks to the front car door but bucky locks him out. “hey man, open the door.” steve groans. the two had seem to have history and now you were going to be in between it. “you know the rules big guy, no douches in the front seat.” bucky smirks. “then why are you sitting up here asshole?” steve sarcastically jokes. rebecca huffed from the back, leaning in the front of the seat. “hey dickheads, we don’t have time for this, have your cat fight after hoco. let’s go!” she demands. steve huffs, taking a seat next to the couple who had no problem with pda.

the ride to the school was pretty silent except for the rock music playing from the radio. you stared out of the window, you could tell bucky was mad because of how tight he was holding the steering wheel, his knuckles were almost white from the tight grip. suddenly, his hand was on your thigh. your eyes widened, you quickly look back to make sure no one saw what was happening. “what are you doing?” you whisper. he doesn’t say anything to you, his hand stays on your thigh and his eyes stay on the road but you could still see the smirk on his face. you tried to push his his hand away but he only moves it higher, almost touching your core. you didn’t want to play games anymore, you were never built for them, you open your legs up more, instead of doing what you wanted, he removed his hand. “alright guys, have a good night.” rebecca and nathan were the first ones to leave the truck. steve exits the truck and stands by youre window. “you coming?” you nod to him. “i’ll be out in a second.” steve walks away from the window, bucky bursts out into laughter.

you throw a punch at his arm but he doesn’t flinch at you. “thats not funny! you’re so mean.” you pout. “no what’s funny is you actually going out with steve.” you eye him in confusion. steve was a good guy, he could be a little pushy but that was just high school boys. “he’s nice and he asked me to go with him. i really don’t see what’s funny bucky.”

“you think just because the guy asked you to a dance, he suddenly changes his player ways. i think you forgot i use to be one of those guys. guys like that don’t fal for girls like you” he pauses. “all he wants is to get you under him and then he’s gonna hop to the next willing participant. god you’re so naive.” you crossed your arms. “you’re such a jerk james! at least he has the decency to not play with my feelings! you’re sister was right! you’re nothing but a-an…asshole.” you yell, leaving the truck with a slam of the door. you surprised yourself at how you went off on him, what did he know about steve. you knew being involved with bucky was bad but now you officially got your sign to stay away from him.

you walked into the school looking for steve. you pushed pass people grinding and dancing on each other. when you find steve you see he’s not alone, he was dancing with lila miller. the two were close together, you turn you back in disgust once you catch the two of them share a very tongue-filled kiss. you sit at the table in annoyance. of course bucky would be right about steve, you hated the fact that he was right.

it took an hour and a half for steve to find you sitting at the table, watching everyone have fun. “hey y/n sorry i was waiting for you but then the guys wanted to go take some shots in the bathroom.” steve leans over to kiss your lips but you dodge him. he looks at you with a confused face. “come on let’s go dance.” he offers you his hand, you play with the fork that was covered in strawberry cake. “i’m good, maybe you should go dance with lila instead.” you say. steve sits back down in the chair, he cleared his throat. “you saw that? i didn’t think you’d be mad, it’s not like we’re together or anything.”

you roll your eyes, pushing your plate away from you. you get up and begin walking to the double doors. as you enters the hallways you ignore steve calling your name. “y/n! can you just wait a minute!” he yells, pulling your arm back causing you to hault. “it was just a dance, i was being nice. you can’t just get mad at me like that, i asked you to be my girlfriend more than once and you said no.”

“because all you want from me is sex which is not ready to give to you. you don’t think i hear about you hooking up with girls in the gym closet. i don’t want to be the next dumb girl who becomes a play thing for you.” you snap on him. “oh come on, sex is just sex, why do you make such a bug deal over this?” he groans.

“it’s not just sex steve, i want it to be meaningful and memorable. i’m sorry if i don’t want to hook up in a sleezy hotel.” you yell, your faces were extremely close. “and you think barnes is gonna make it special? god you’re so naive.” you furrow your brows, what did bucky have to do with this situation. “he has nothing to do with this steve! you asked me to come to this dance with you only for you to dance with another girl and make me look dumb sitting there waiting for you. you can’t take your hotel invite and shove it up your ass.” you walk away from steve, this time he didn’t bother calling your name. after he heard you curse at him he knew you guys were not going to work this out

you sit on the stairs of the school, tears slowly slid from your eyes. you felt so stupid and used, you knew steve was right but it still hurt. you two weren’t together and if he wanted to take another girl to the hotel he could because you weren’t together. you cringe at how bucky was right about steve, you wanted to be angry at him but he did warn you.

you decide to head home, walking alone the lonesome streets of brooklynn. you were wet due to the copious amount of rain fall, you shiver once more and continue to walk to your house. you noticed a familiar truck driving beside you. bucky rolls down his window. “get in.” he tells you. you continue walking, deciding to ignore the older boy. “come on doll it’s raining. a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking alone.” you couldn’t believe he as trying to flirt with you right now. you were hurt by his words and you were standing your ground, well that was until you heard a loud crack of lightning. you quickly rushed into the truck, slamming the door behind you.

before bucky could speak you began to talk. “just because i’m sitting in here with you, doesn’t mean i forgive you.” you seethed. bucky nods at you. “okay.” you angrily slap his arm. “okay? are you serious right now? how about a sorry for being a jerk!” you yell at him. bucky doesn’t acknowledge you, he starts looking for something in his truck. “god! boys are stupid! all you do is crave sex and hurt girls!” you rant, arms crossed over your chest. once you finished your rant you peek over at bucky holding two blunts. “wanna get high?”

you later found yourself in bucky’s room, high as a kite. you didn’t know what effect he had on you but you gave into his temptation. you sat on his bed, letting him shotgun smoke onto your mouth. “god you’re so hot.” bucky kisses your right shoulder. you softly hum in response, he trails his kisses to your exposed neck. you knew this was wrong on so many level but it felt so right.

“kiss me.” you whisper against him. the drugs in your system had your hormones at an all time high, you needed him to touch you. bucky locks his lips with yours, tongue roaming each other’s mouth in such a sensual way. bucky’s hand roams your body, cupping your breasts then your neck. you moan as he applies pressure to your throat.

he slides down you dress straps, with every kiss and touch you felt your dress being pulled lower and lower. bucky lifts you up on his lap, helping you out of the green champagne dress. you were fully exposed to him, his large hands grope your ass. he slaps the soft skin sending your lower half to grind against his tight jeans. bucky groans, pulling you closer to his bottom half. you felt the jean material rub against your clothes clit, your body shakes at the new feeling. “god you have no idea what you do to me princess.” he moans into your neck. his right hand unhooks your bra, you let the bra fall off of you. bucky eyes your bare chest, his blue eyes darken filling with lust.

he pulls your breast into his mouth, twirling his tongue around your swollen nipple. you grip onto his shirt, when moves your ass back and forth on his pants. “p-please bucky.” you whine, your body was aching for him to touch you. “what do you want doll?” you grab his, guiding him to your clothed cunt. you slip his hand under you, allowing his to grope your pussy. your mouth gapes open when bucky slowly rubs your clit back and forth.

when he notices you like the feeling of him touching you, it sends him into a deep lustful trance. he flips you over, bucky’ dog tags dangle over you. he kisses between your breast, trailing down to your stomach then he comes in contact with your laced white panties.

you can feel his breath on your wet core. he inhales you, moaning as if your cunt was the drug he was addicted to. he removed your panties from your body, bucky’s cock hardens once he caught a look at your pussy, your cunt was glistening from how wet it was, it took everything in bucky not to dive right in. “your so wet for me baby, and i haven’t even touched you yet. your pussy is begging for me to devour it.” bucky taunts. he slips one finger in your folds, your back arches at the finger passes your clit.

“bucky…please. i’ll do anything.” you beg. bucky perks an eyebrow at you. “anything?” you nod vigorously. “you’re going to cum for me three times. understand?” you nod your head. bucky licks a stride up your cunt. he moans at the taste of you. bucky wraps his pink lips around your clit, your legs spread wide as you beg for him to devour you. your back arches more, his hands pin your waist down to keep you steady, you screw your eyes shut as he sucks your clit into his mouth softly.

you moan out in pleasure, letting your hands grip his soft brown hair. you tug on his roots, attempting to push him closer to you. bucky pulls away earring a whine from you, he slips his middle finger into your core. at first his movements were slowly, he was preparing before adding his ring finger. you rode his fingers, moaning as he pumped you. you watch as he spits on your core, watching his saliva mix in with your cunt. you felt your stomach tighten, bucky felt your pussy clench around his fingers, imagining you around his cock.

he wastes no time, diving into your pussy. his tongue rapidly worked your clit, his fingers pumping you at a fast pace. your body was overwhelmed by all the stimulation. “bucky!” you scream at the top of your lungs. you were now grinding against his face, he didn’t tease you anymore, now he was on a mission to give you your orgasm. your legs shake, you cry out for bucky, your toes curled and your back arches to its full extent. bucky slows his movements as you come down from your high.

you collapse on his bed, you shiver as you feel bucky remove his hand from your pussy. you try to catch your breath, bucky hovers over you. “who knew my babydoll had that in you.”

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Burn The Witch 18 - Sleepless Night [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Midnight texts make things complicated.

Series Masterlist

Okay.

Everything considered, maybe you shouldn’t have barged in guns blazing to your fake boyfriend’s mission.

Especially because the said fake boyfriend thought you were a sweet civilian but as long as you kept your ski mask on, you figured you would be fine.

Even if it felt a lot like pushing your luck.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked and you looked around the hall to check whether there was anyone else, then shrugged your shoulders.

“I was in the area,” you said, “So, who else are we killing?”

“We’re not killing.”

“Speak for yourself, I just killed that guy over there.” You pointed over your shoulder “Killed him hard. HYDRA?”

“Aren’t you a sniper?”

“I can be whoever you want me to be,” you said with a grin and Bucky blinked a couple of times, shifting his weight.

“Why aren’t you on some rooftop if you’re a sniper?”

“Change of scenery. How do you know my alias?”

“Why would you help me?”

“I’m a nice person—“ you started but as soon as you saw someone lunging out of the shadows you pointed your gun and pulled the trigger, sending the guy to the ground.

“Most of the time,” you completed your sentence and Bucky raised his brows.

“Right.”

“You’re still taken?” you asked and he stared at you as if he was at loss for words, then pulled himself together and walked past you.

“Oh come on, I just saved your ass.”

“I had it under control.”

“No you didn’t,” you rushed to catch up with him, “And you didn’t answer my question. You still got a girl at home?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’m just curious. Is she pretty?”

“Do you always flirt with people you don’t know?”

You opened your mouth to retort but before you could, you heard a voice behind you.

“Buck, what the hell man?”

You looked over your shoulder to see Sam gawking at you and Bucky cleared his throat.

“Um….Sam, Shrike.”

“Okay, what is she doing here?”

“Beats me.”

“I was around,” you answered helpfully, “So who are we killing?”

“We’re not killing!” Bucky and Sam said at the same time and you held up your hands.

“Jesus, fine. Who are we maiming?”

“Did you tell her—“

“I didn’t tell her anything.” Bucky cut him off, looking uncomfortable for some reason. You hummed, clicking your tongue.

“I’m just here to help.”

“Why?” Sam asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I’m a huge fan?”

“Try again.”

“I’m hoping he’ll get with me.” You pointed at Bucky with your thumb, making him shake his head. Sam raised his brows, a grin pulling at his lips.

“Oh is that right?”

“Don’t.” Bucky said while you heaved a sigh.

“Listen guys, not that I don’t enjoy this but this is basically a HYDRA building, so you might want to make it fast, whatever it is you’re doing.”

“Can you wait at the door while I get—the thing?” Sam asked Bucky and he nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Great!”

“I didn’t say you could come.” Bucky said and you scoffed.

“I gotta tell you, I was hoping you would say that to me in a completely different context.”

Sam let out a chuckle, “Oh she’s good.”

“Unbelievable.”

“I don’t even want to know what you’re trying to get, okay?” you asked, “I just want to make sure no one dies.”

“Because you’re a nice person?” Bucky asked, his voice full of doubt and you thought for a moment.

“Eh, I have my reasons.”

“But she has a point, we need to make it fast.” Sam said, “Let’s go.”

“Seriously?!” Bucky groaned but rushed after him with you following his lead. After you all reached the end of the hall, Sam kicked the door open and you quickly peeked inside to see a computer in the middle of the office.

Ah.

They were after some sort of a file.

“Don’t let anyone in,” Sam said and closed the door behind him. You leaned your back to the wall, flipping a knife in your hand and Bucky stole a look at you.

“Why Shrike?”

You turned your head, “Hm?”

“Why do they call you Shrike?”

You clicked your tongue, “Oh you wouldn’t get it,” you said and he tilted his head.

“Try me,” he said, “Looks like we’ll be here for a while.”

I kicked a target out of the window and he fell on top of a steel spike from a construction site.

“I like knives better than guns,” you lied and Bucky scoffed.

“You’re a sniper.”

“So were you, but look me in the eye and tell me you don’t have a favorite knife.”

“I can’t look you in the eye, your mask has goggles,” Bucky retorted, making you smile.

“My turn,” you said, “Is your girlfriend pretty?”

“The prettiest,” Bucky said without even hesitation and you had to hold back your aww.

“Does that mean I don’t have a shot?”

“That’s exactly what it means.”

“Maybe I’m prettier,” you taunted and he shook his head.

“Impossible.”

You couldn’t help the smile on your face under the mask, “Loyal type, aren’t you?”

“Not a cheater at least.”

You heaved a dramatic sigh, “Well that’s a shame,” you said, “Lucky girl.”

“Nah, I’m the lucky one.”

“Maybe I should—“ you started but stopped talking when you saw a shadow by the hall.

“I call dibs,” you said before Bucky could even object, then grabbed and pulled the figure around the corner. He almost punched you but you dodged it, sending him back with a kick on the chest.

“No killing,” Bucky called out calmly and you groaned, dodging another punch as you did a backflip, then grabbed your opponent by the hair and slammed his head in the wall, making him pass out.

“Don’t be so vanilla, Barnes.” You commented as you made your way back to him, and tilted your head when you saw the way he was looking at you, almost—

Impressed?

No it wasn’t it, it was something else.

“Huh?” he asked, then tried to pull himself together, “Wh— I’m not even going to ask.”

“I’m just saying, there’s nothing wrong with liking it a little rough,” you grinned, “On the missions, that is.”

He scoffed a laugh, shaking his head.

“You can kill someone and flirt with someone else within minutes?”

“What can I say, I’m the whole package,” you stated, “I mean, not that it works on you, Mr I’m-in-a-relationship. So are you in love then?”

“Forgive me if I don’t want to share any details of my relationship with a homicidal maniac who apparently has a thing for bad pick-up lines.”

“How rude,” you pouted, “I think they’re really good pick-up lines.”

You could see the way he was trying to suppress a smile and you flipped the knife in your hand again, his eyes automatically following your movements.

“You won’t take off that mask, will you?” he asked after a beat and you shook your head.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t like the consequences if you saw my face.”

“Will you tell me who you work for?”

“Nope,” you said, “I don’t want to end up dead. My superiors have a strange idea of discipline.”

“Why are you helping us?” he asked again but before you could come up with an excuse, the door opened.

“It’s done, let’s go.” Sam said and you pushed yourself off the wall.

“We should do this again sometime,” you said and nodded at Sam “Captain.”

Sam smiled slightly. “Thanks for the help.”

“No problem,” you said and turned to look at Bucky.

“Until next time, soldier,” you said and walked away from them, smirking to yourself.

***

So maybe that was a heat of the moment decision, and maybe Chloe was going to kill you if she ever found out about what had happened but good news was that your cover wasn’t blown.

And Bucky was fine.

You turned the vacuum cleaner off, wiping at your brow and put your hands on your hips, looking around the apartment.

“What the hell are you doing?”

You let out a squeal and turned around to see Keith standing by the doorframe.

“Keith, what the fuck?!”

“What are you doing?”

“How did you get in?”

“I’m a spy. I heard vacuum cleaner and I thought someone broke into your apartment, so I had to check.”

“You thought someone broke into my apartment to clean it?”

“Someone’s gotta,” he commented, making you glare at him before you unplugged the vacuum cleaner. “I’ve literally never seen you clean, what is happening?”

You flung yourself on the couch so that he could sit beside you. “No wonder I don’t do this shit, it’s boring.”

“But why are you doing it?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I’ll invite Bucky over.”

“So what?”

“I can’t have the apartment look like this,” you motioned around, “The guy grew up in the…. Everyone’s apartment must be spotless era.”

“He’s been here before though—“ Keith started but then covered his mouth, “Oh shit, now I get it. You’re gonna jump on his bones.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Not even a word, Keith.”

“I have lots of words,” he said, “Number one, you do realize guys don’t care about the apartment, right? I have never once gone to a girl’s apartment and walked out because she hadn’t vacuumed the place.”

“Jesus.”

“Also, if you’re trying to go all wife material—“

“Shut the fuck up, I’m not.”

“I’d like to remind you that it’s a fake relationship,” he grinned, “Are you going to dress up like a Stepford Wife too?”

“I hate the day I decided to become your friend.”

“You love me,” he shot back and you slipped a little on the couch, “But hey, do you actually want to?”

“Want to do what?”

“To sleep with him?” he asked, “Or is it just the mission?”

You tried to keep your expression stable, excitement filling you at the thought of sleeping with Bucky.

Tonight.

Oh God, you felt like a lovesick girl instead of a serious spy.

“It’ll help the mission,” you lied through your teeth, “That’s all I’m focused on right now.”

“Aren’t you a little curious about how the most ruthless assassin of the century is in bed though?”

You let a grin pull at your lips, “Maybe?”

“Ha! I knew it!” he said triumphantly, “So how detailed will your report be, exactly? Asking for a friend.”

You threw a pillow at him, “You’re terrible.”

“Mm hm,” he checked his watch, “Ugh, I gotta go to base. But if I don’t see you before tonight, just…”

“I don’t want any gross advice, Keith.”

“Remember,” he said, “You have a cover to maintain.”

You pulled your brows together, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means your cover probably likes missionary and soul gazing and stuff in bed. Complete opposite of you, so don’t be like yourself.”

“How do you even-?”

“I have it on good authority that you like knife play, Y/N,” he said, making your jaw drop, “And your cover is a sweet small town girl.”

“Did you talk to Julian?!” you exclaimed and he made a face.

“No,” he said, “You have a knife collection, you idiot. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.”

“Bullshit, who told you—“

“Ryan,” he said, “The agent you slept with and dumped, before Julian.”

“He was boring.”

“It’s beyond me why you thought it was a good idea to sleep with him,” he shook his head, “Anyways, I’m out.”

“Why do you have to go to the base, exactly?”

“I have to brief the General,” he said as he walked to the door, “I was supposed to do that yesterday but he was busy with Julian. I think those two are planning something.”

You frowned, deep in thought.

“Tell Chloe I said hi!” you called out and he saluted you, then left your apartment. You pursed your lips and stood up, looking around.

“I should probably dust the place,” you mumbled to yourself, “Where the fuck do I get one of those feather dusters?”

***

Unfortunately, Tara needed you to cover her shift that day so you had to change plans. Normally you were supposed to meet Bucky for your date, but when Tara told you there was an emergency, you couldn’t say no to her.

Keeping yourself busy at work, even if it was just a cover, helped you to get your mind off the nervousness you were feeling about tonight.

You had never been this nervous before, which came as a shock for you. Bucky was just a target, and you knew better than anyone how to manipulate targets but—

You really, really wanted this. Regardless of it being a part of the mission or not.

So you had just finished with the inventory and closed the cash register when the wind bell chimed by the door and you turned your head, a big smile lighting up your face.

“Hi!” you rushed to throw yourself into Bucky’s arms and he caught you, lifting you a little to kiss you on the lips.

“Hi darling.”

“I’m almost done.”

“No worries, I can wait,” he said and you went behind the counter to hurriedly place the jars on the shelves so that when Tara came back tomorrow morning they would be all ready.

“Sorry about falling asleep last night,” you said, an image of you killing that HYDRA agent in front of Bucky flashing in your mind, “Did you stay up late?”

“Just a little,” he said and you bit down on a smile, he really wasn’t a good liar.

“Oh? What did you do after I went to sleep?”

He waved a hand in the air, as if looking for words, “Um—I—I was with Sam.”

“Sounds fun.”

He took a deep breath and cleared his throat.

“Actually I went on a mission,” he said after a beat and you turned to him, raising your brows.

“A dangerous one?”

“Not really,” he said, “But I wanted you to know, because…”

You stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.

“I don’t really know about the relationship rules so I figured honesty is the best way to go,” he said, making your heart skip a beat, “I think I accidentally flirted with someone last night.”

The words “No you didn’t.” were at the tip of your tongue but you managed to control yourself and tilted your head.

“…Oh,” you ended up saying, “With who?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Remember how I told you there was this spy I kept running into?”

You really needed to control your expression.

“Yeah?”

“I mean she flirted with me, I don’t actually think I flirted back but I wanted you to know just in case.”

You smiled slightly, “Bucky, it happens.”

He let out a relieved breath, “Okay,” he said, “Okay, good.”

“I mean as long as you don’t have a crush on her or anything.”

His hesitation lasted only for a second, maybe even less than that but it was there. Your heart skipped a beat and you frowned before he spoke.

“Of course not,” he said quickly, “Not at all, I don’t even know her.”

Was that possible? Could he be attracted to your real self as well as your cover?

Or maybe even more than your cover?

“Alright then,” you said with a smile, “I just don’t like competition.”

“There’s no competition, I promise,” he assured you and you shifted your weight, then placed the last jar on the shelf and turned to him.

“So then,” you said as you both left the shop and he threw an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer. “Did you know she would be there?”

“I had no idea,” he said while you approached the motorcycle, “She ended up helping us but I don’t know what she’s playing at.”

“I think I have an idea what she’s playing at, if she flirted with you.”

Bucky chuckled and pressed a kiss on top of your head, then tilted your chin up.

“Darling….”

“What? I’m pretty sure flirting existed back in the 40s, and you know what it means.”

“What happened to it happens again?” he asked you with a grin and you shot him a look, then grabbed the helmet from him.

The road to your place was pretty short, especially with the way Bucky was riding his motorcycle. Soon enough, he pulled over in front of the building and you tried to ignore how excited you were, it—

It was finally happening.

Who were you kidding? This had nothing to do with the mission, you really, really wanted him. Your heart felt like it would break your ribcage and you took a deep breath, then got off the motorcycle and placed the helmet in its place.

“So,” you said as he got off the motorcycle as well, then pulled you closer, “Any plans for tonight?”

“Nope.”

“Any accidental meetings with hot spies?”

“Mmm, I don’t know any,” he taunted you, making you smile.

“Yeah? You sure?”

“Oh totally. Besides, I’m happily going steady with the prettiest dame in the world, remember?”

You thought you would melt right then and there, and stepped closer to him before standing up on your tiptoes.

“Right answer,” you muttered after kissing him on the lips, and tugged him by the hand. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“Upstairs,” you said, leading him into the building and he followed you as if he was hypnotized. You grinned when you got to your door, adrenaline rushing through you and you opened the door, then pulled him inside by the shirt, locking lips with him. He easily lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he kicked the door shut and you pulled back to giggle.

“Bedroom,” you pointed at the room at the end of the hall and he pulled you into a kiss, walking there, still carrying you. You let out a squeak when he dropped you to the bed but then sat up when the thought hit you.

“Oh God damn it—“ you pushed him slightly to get off the bed and he looked up at you as you stumbled to the drawer.

“Is everything okay?”

“More than okay,” you grabbed the lingerie set from the drawer, then turned to him, “Just— close your eyes and don’t go anywhere, alright?”

“…Okay but are you sure—“

“I’ll be back in a second,” you said, running to the bathroom with the lingerie set clutched in your arms and you let out a breath, looking yourself in the mirror.

Even your eyes were shiny with excitement.

You shook your head at yourself and quickly shed your clothes to get into the lingerie set. You tilted your head, checking the garter belts and the corset, then pressed a hand over your chest to calm yourself down and walked out of the bathroom.

“Are your eyes closed?” you asked with a smile as you got to the bedroom and he nodded, holding a hand over his eyes.

“Cross my heart.”

You let out a small laugh and pulled at your hand so that he could open his eyes. As soon as he did, he blinked up at you, his jaw slightly agape.

For a second, there was absolute silence in the room.

“Is this a good silence or a bad silence?” you asked, for the first time in your life you were insecure about how you looked half naked in front of a partner, “Because I’m—“

You didn’t get to finish your sentence when he grabbed you by the waist to get you under him, making you squeal.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed out and you pulled him into a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

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You had no idea why you woke up. In fact, considering how peaceful you felt, it was a wonder how you woke up in the middle of the night.

You could almost feel the warmth surrounding you as you leaned in to press a small kiss on his bare chest, then grabbed his shirt in the dark and put it on to walk to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Surprisingly he didn’t wake up, instead he mumbled something under his breath, his dog tags shining under dim light coming from outside.

You felt like you could lie there and just lose yourself in the bliss, and the mission— no, everything else could wait.

You pushed your hair behind your ear after putting your phone on the counter, then you went to the sink to fill yourself a glass of water, and finished it in three big gulps, a smile which was impossible to stop pulling at your lips.

No one, target or a boyfriend, had ever made you feel this way.

Maybe you could just tell him. After tonight, after absolute happiness, you could just tell him and maybe he would understand, maybe you two could have a future, maybe—

Your phone vibrated on the counter, interrupting your thoughts and you frowned slightly, then touched the screen to open the text.

From: Julian

We may have found something. Good thing you didn’t get too attached.

The smile was wiped off of your lips in a second and your stomach dropped as you stared at the text message.

“Fuck.”

Chapter 19

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #bucky barnes imagine

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter seven rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

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Peter walked to campus that day with an extra bounce in his step. He couldn’t keep himself from leaping over the school gate, not caring who could’ve seen. He was in love. He walked past Flash with confidence, easily brushing off his backhanded comments. He walked up to Ned and felt oddly compelled to click his heels. Ned noticed the ecstatic expression on his best friends face and smirked.

“What’s got you so happy? Did a certain wall crawling superhero finally beat Venom in a fight?” He asked. Peter shook his head.

“Not yet. Something even better happened.” Peter said proudly.

“And what might that be?” Ned wondered. Peter could barely keep himself from screaming.

“Y/n kissed me.” He exclaimed. He got a few strange looks from passing students on their way to class, but Peter didn’t care. Nothing could ruin his mood.

“What? When? ” Ned gasped.

“This morning. She slept over last night after she had a nightmare. And guess what else?” Peter asked. Ned bounced up and down.

“What? Tell me!” Ned demanded. Peter looked around for who could be listening and smirked.

“She slept in my bed.” He smirked.

“Oh.” Ned said looked disappointed in the anticlimactic finish.

“With me in it.” Peter added and Ned looked amazed. His jaw hung open and he began to bounce up and down again.

“Dude that’s like the greatest thing ever.” Ned cheered. “She’s so hot! We have to tell everyone.”

“We’re not telling anyone just yet.” He shook his head. “She’s only been my girlfriend for a few hours. She’s really special to me, Ned. I don’t want to treat her like shes some prize I won by telling everyone. Girls are worth more than that.”

“Amen to that. What are you losers talking about anyway?” MJ said as she approached them. She was eating trail mix and looked extremely bored already.

“Peter has a girlfriend.” Ned blurted. Peter shot him an angry look while MJ looked impressed.

“Oh really? Who is she, your right hand?” MJ smirked. Ned looked confused while Peters face went red.

“It’s not my right hand. She lives in my building and she’s an angel. That’s all you need to know.” Peter grumbled, still annoyed that Ned spilled his secret. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of you, the exact opposite actually. He would shout it from the rooftops that you were together if he could. He just didn’t want everyone to know. You had only kissed that morning and Peter still wanted to keep the magical details to himself.

“Does this angel have a name?” MJ questioned, actually interested in something for once.

“No.” Peter said at the same time Ned said “Y/n L/n.”

“Y/n L/n from The L/n Report?” MJ was suddenly invested. It was the first time Peter or Ned heard emotion in her voice.

“You know her?” Peter asked.

“Duh.” MJ scoffed. “She’s the only investigative reporter I’ve seen who actually cares about the people she reports on. I read her articles all the time. We have a lot of the same opinions. I used to think she was the coolest girl ever.”

“Used to think?” Ned asked.

“Well clearly something’s wrong with her if she’s dating Peter.” MJ said flatly. Ned laughed and Peter looked at her angrily.

“There’s nothing wrong with her. She’s amazing.” Peter defended.

“I know she is.” MJ shrugged. “I’ve idealized that girl for year. Did you guy see what she did to Carlton Drake?” Peter nodded and smiled proudly at the thought of his girl kicking names and taking ass.

“She’s like my hero. She’s done so much for the homeless back in San Francisco. I was so excited when she said she was moving to New York to work for The Daily Bugle.” MJ gushed. Peter and Ned looked at each other, visibly confused.

“Have you always done that?” Ned asked her.

“Done what?” MJ asked.

“Felt things?” Ned said and MJ rolled her eyes.

“I feel very passionate about a lot of things. Those things just don’t happen to include you two or anyone else in this school. However, I am very passionate about your girlfriend.” MJ stated. She suddenly looked a little uncomfortable and unsure of herself, two things MJ never did. She awkwardly turned to Peter.

“Do you think I could meet her? I’d really love to talk to her about her article on fracking.” MJ asked slowly. She wasn’t used to asking people for things. Peters eyes softened at this new side of MJ.

“She’s picking me up after class today on her motorcycle. You can meet her then.” Peter offered. Then MJ did something very out of character.

She smiled.

“K thanks.” She blurted and then swiftly left. Ned and Peter laughed as she walked away.

“That was new.” Ned commented.

“Yes It was.” Peter agreed.

“She’s so odd.” Ned added.

“Yes, she is.”

“Did you do the hanky panky with Y/n?” Ned asked. Peter snapped his head towards Ned.

“What?” Peter flushed red. “No. And never say ‘hanky panky’ again.”

“It was worth asking. See you in orgo.” Ned said before walking towards his class. Peter shook his head in amusement before heading to his first class of the day.

At 3:30, you pulled up to Peters college on your motorcycle. You took off your helmet, shook your hair out, and scanned the crowd for Peter. You soon saw him, Ned following shortly behind him, and a girl you had never seen before. She wasn’t wearing makeup, which you gave her props for, and had her curly hair tied back in a pony tail. She was undeniably pretty and had a very cool vibe to her.

“Hi beautiful.” Peter said when he reached you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you tightly. “It’s torture not being with you all day.”

“I know. But the school year is almost over right? Then we can spend every second together.” You promised. Peter smiled happily. He leaned in slightly, as if asking for your permission, and you did the same. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He smiled into the kiss and held you closer. This time, there were no interruptions.

“Y/n, I’d like you to meet MJ. MJ, this is Y/n.” Peter said, gesturing to the girl. MJ smiled shyly at you and held out her hand.

“It’s really cool to meet you, Y/n. Your article on greenhouse gases is hanging on my wall. I’m uh, I’m a big fan.” She said timidly.

“You’re a fan? That’s amazing.” You smiled brightly at her. “I’ve never met a fan before. It’s really cool to meet you too, MJ. And if you’re interested in the environment, I have a bunch of scientists numbers I can give you. I had to interview a bunch back in San Francisco to write that article. They gave me some great tips on how to reduce my carbon footprint.” MJ’s eyes widened just a little. She looked baffled and gave you a thankful smile. You noticed one of her front teeth was slightly askew and decided you liked her already.

“Really? That’d be so cool. Thanks.” She said. You squeezed her arm and nodded.

“I think you and I are going to get along just fine. Can I get your number? I’d love to hear more about what you’re interested in.” You handed MJ your phone and she took it. She typed her number it and handed it back.

“This has been really amazing. Thanks for being so cool. I have to run though. I’m running a protest outside of Oscorp.” She explained. “One of their employees got seriously electrocuted and they’re to cover it up.”

“Really?” You gasped. “Is it okay if I tag along? I’m kinda busy with my Cletus Kasady story but I would love to cover your protest too.”

“You’d do that for me?” She asked as if she wasn’t used to people doing things for her.

“Gladly. Can I join? I can give you a ride there.” You offered. She smiled at you and toyed with the strings on her backpack.

“That’d be great. See you losers later.” MJ gave Peter and Ned a peace sign and climbed onto your bike. You gave Peter a quick peck on the lips and got on the bike as well. Peter watched as MJ wrapped her arms around your waist and smirked at him. You two sped off towards Oscorp, leaving Peter and Ned in your wake.

“Dude.” Ned laughed. “MJ just stole your girlfriend.”

“Shut up. No she didn’t.” Peter said. Did she though? You seemed to hit it off with her pretty quickly. Peter didn’t know MJ too well but he knew she was guarded and didn’t let people in easily. In fact, she didn’t let anyone in. And yet, you and her had become best friends in a matter of minutes.

Heading back from Oscorp a few hours later, you saw a familiar hat bobbing up and down in the street. You were about to call out Neds name when two guys came from around the corner. They looked mean and you could hear Ned’s heartbeat rising. You quickly ran over to him.

“Hey.” You panted. Ned looked relived to see you.

“Oh hey Y/n. How’d your date with MJ go?” He teased. You shoved him slightly.

“It wasn’t a date. She’s really cool though. I think we’re going to be good friends.” You said as you passed the two guys. You soon heard a whistle.

“Damn baby. Where you going with him? Don’t you wanna stay here and have some fun?” one of the guys called. You looked at Ned and picked up your pace.

“I know you heard me beautiful. Stop running before I give you a reason to run.” The man said again, louder this time.

“Keep walking.” You whispered to Ned.

“I said stop running.” The man shouted, this time, his threat was accompanied by the sound of a gun cocking. You and Ned froze in your steps. The two men slowly approached you, all while pointing the gun level with your head.

“That’s better.” One man said when he reached you. “Now, how about this. You come with me, or I shoot your friend. Does that sound fair?”

“I better call Peter. He’ll know what to do.” Ned panicked.

“No need.” You growled as your transformed into Venom. You marched up to the guy and grabbed him by the shoulders in a death grip. You spit at a nearby newspaper in the ground. The newspaper quickly disintegrated and left nothing but smoke behind. You smiled devilishly at the man, grateful for a chance to show off your acidic saliva.

“What was that?” The man cowered in your grasp. Meanwhile, his friend ran away terrified.

“Acid spit. Still want me to come with you?” Venom purred. The man whimpered and shook his head furiously.

“Didn’t think so. Now, if you don’t tell us the names of ten historical feminists who would be very disappointed in your sorry ass by the time I count to ten, we’re going to eat you. Does that sound fair?” Venom growled as the man shut his eyes in fear.

“One.” You began to count.

“Uh…” He whimpered.

“Two.”

“Um.” He raked his minuscule brain for answered but came up empty handed.

“Ten.” You said and bit his head off. You quickly ate the rest of his body before turning back into yourself. You wiped your hands and patted your stomach before turning around and making eye contact with Ned, completely forgetting he was there.”

“You’re Venom?!” He gasped as he pointed at you in horror. You ran up to him and covered his mouth.

“What? No.” You lied. “How do you know about Venom anyway?”

“It’s you. I can’t believe it’s you.” Ned exclaimed when you took your hand off his mouth. You were getting more and more confused.

“You’re Venom. You, Y/n, are Venom.” He repeated as if it all made sense now.

“Play dumb.” Venom whispered.

“What? I’m not Venom. What makes you say that?” You stammered.

“Not that dumb!” She yelled. Ned looked at you and laughed, still in shock.

“You and Peter are perfect for each other, you know that? You’re both dumb as shit.” He laughed. You had to laugh a little as well.

“You’re Venom and Peter is…do you know about Peter?” Ned suddenly asked.

“What about Peter?” You didn’t understand what he meant. Neds eyes went wide, and then filled with sadness.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” He shook his head. “Are you gonna tell him about this? Because I’m going to be very honest with you, I’m terrible at keeping secrets. I don’t know if I can keep this from him.”

“I’m gonna tell him eventually. So please, don’t say anything.” You pleaded. “He has to hear it from me. I’m sorry that I’m making you lie to your best friend but this is a very unique situation.”

“It’s a lot more unique than you think.” He muttered. “I won’t tell him.”

“Thank you.” You hugged him tightly, thankful that he was safe and keeping your secret. You walked Ned home and began to make your way back to the apartment building. You wanted nothing more than to cuddle with Peter and forget the day. After all, you missed him all day at school. It was bearable when you guys were just friends, but now that he was your boyfriend you never wanted to be apart.

When you were just a few blocks from your apartment, you felt a strong arm wrap around your neck and hold you in place. Suddenly, there was a knife to your throat.

“I saw what you did to my buddy, you little freak. Now, how about you get down on those pretty little knees before I kill you?” The man threatened. You turned your neck as much as you could and recognized your attacker as the mans friend who ran away from earlier. You sighed deeply. You were full and trying to keep your body count to a minimum, but he was just asking for it. You shut your eyes and were about to turn into Venom when you heard a voice from behind you.

“Now that’s no way to treat a lady.” The voice rang. You recognized it as Peters voice. The guy was quickly pulled away from you as if by some kind of rope. You heard some sort of webbing going on behind you and small cries of struggling from the man.

“Are you alright Miss?” Peter asked.

“I’m fine, Peter.” You said, finally turning around. Instead of seeing your boyfriend, you saw the friendly neighborhood pain in the ass. He had webbed your attacker to the wall and was now looking right at you. You had seen him so many times before, and he’d seen you, but never like this. You felt almost naked, standing before Spider-Man as Y/n instead of Venom.

“Oh.” You said, startled. “I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else.”

“Yea. This is a pretty popular outfit.” Spider-Man joked, gesturing to his skin tight suit. You bit your tongue. He was funny, but you couldn’t let him know that. You were enemies after all. He just didn’t realize it was you.

“Thanks for saving me.” You blurted. “But I had the situation handled.”

“You’re right. You especially looked like you had it handled when he was about to stab and murder you.” Spider-Man said sarcastically. You found him oddly charming, despite your history.

“What are you gonna do with him?” You asked, pointing to the man webbed to the wall.

“I heard what he said to you. I’m going to register him as a sex offender and ruin his life. Unless, you had other plans. You know, since you had the situation handled.” Spiderman remarked. You playfully rolled your eyes. You did have other plans. Plans that involved eating him and digesting him while you cuddled with Peter. But Spider-Mans plan was okay too.

“Alright. I’ll see you around Spider-Man.” You said, giving the superhero one last look. There was something familiar about him. Spider-Man nodded.

“See you around. And please, be careful. Don’t walk alone. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” He said and turned back to the man.

You went home, showered, and got into some comfy clothes. You missed your boyfriend dearly and went to his apartment to see him.

After being let in by May, you went into Peters room and flopped on his bed. He was sat at his desk doing homework.

“Did you mean what you said about me sleeping over whenever I wanted?” You asked, voice muffled by his pillow.

“Of course I did.” He swiveled around to look at you and noticed your body language. “What’s wrong, love?”

“I’ve had a long day and I want to cuddle my boyfriend.” You pouted. Peter smiled at you calling him your boyfriend. He closed his textbook and climbed into bed with you. You rested your head on his chest, right over his heart. The sound of his heartbeat calmed you down and you felt sleepy.

“Did you make any progress on your story?” He asked. You shook your head as he began to run his fingers through your hair. You hummed in content and pressed a small kiss to his neck. He blushed at the affection and held you closer.

“No.” You groaned. “I’ve had the worst writers block all day. I was actually thinking of writing an article on Spider-Man until my writers block went away.”

After your encounter with the masked hero, you wanted to know more about him. You were originally against your boss’s idea to write about him, but now you liked it. Sure, there were plenty of articles on Spider-Man out there, but you knew him intimately.

“Spider-Man?” You felt Peters heart stop momentarily. “Why?”

“I think I have a pretty good shot at figuring out who he is.” You shrugged. “Like, think about it, he only operates from the hours of 4 to midnight ish right? Except, on weekends, when he’s seen all throughout the day. What’s he doing all day on weekdays? He can’t be at work because jobs don’t end that early. I think he’s in school. Either high school or college. Probably college though, right? I can’t imagine a high schooler doing what he does. Unless he’s been doing this since high school. That’s also possible.”

“Oh wow.” Peter said, dumbfounded. He was usually blown away by your intelligence, but now it was working against him. There were a million college students in New York, though. Surely you wouldn’t figure it out.

“And think about this, he’s only ever in New York, so he must live here right?” You continued. “But what about that one time he saved those kids in the Washington Monument? What was New York’s superhero doing in Washington? I looked into it and the kids he saved were on a field trip. What if Spider-Man was on the field trip too? If I look up all the schools that were there, I could create a list of suspects and go from there. Then, I could-“ you were cut off with a kiss.

“Let’s not talk about Spider-Man.” Peter said quickly, followed by a smile. “I want to hear about you day. How was Oscorp?”

“We had a really good time.” You smiled. “I interviewed her after I helped her with the protest and then we grabbed lunch. Oh, and I saw Ned on my way home.”

“You saw Ned?” Peter asked. Ned hadn’t mentioned seeing you.

“Yea.” You blew out a breath. “These two guys attacked us. One ran away and I took care of the other. But then the one that ran away came back and you’ll never guess who saved me.”

“Who?” Peter smiled. He knew who.

“Spider-Man. I don’t know. I was wrong about him. I used to think he was just some guy in spandex with a God complex but now I think he just genuinely wants to help people. And…” you trailed off.

“And?” Peter raised an eyebrow.

“He’s got a nice ass.” You admitted. Peter laughed loudly. You smiled into his chest. You loved that damn laugh.

“I’m serious.” You insisted. “I saw it as he walked away and it knocked me out. Spider-Man is dummy thick.”

“Please never say the words “Spider-Man is dummy thick” in my house again.” Peter pleaded. He secretly loved it though.

“I was actually thinking of making that the title of my article.” You joked. Peter laughed again. He chucked a pillow at you and you giggled.

“Let’s go to bed.” You yawned. “In a romantic, but still non sexual way this time.”

“Good night, my Nancy Drew.” Peter said with a kiss to your forehead.

“Goodnight, my whoever Nancy Drew was boning.” You yawed again.

“Ned Nickerson.” Peter laughed.

“Then goodnight Ned Nickelodeon.” You said, half asleep.

“Close enough.” Peter smiled.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker x venom!reader #venom!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #iron man #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfiction

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icysab · 2 years

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~ serenity ~

yoongi x fem reader

warnings: swearing

wordcount: 2.5k

chapter: one (although fyi, there is a chapter prior to this)

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i finally glance up from my guitar as the song comes to an end.

oh fuck.

in front of me stands a man in a black bucket hat. his face remains stone cold, while simply watching me. what the fuck is up with this dude??

trying to maintain a bored expression instead of showing my anxiety, i look up at him.

be intimidating. no matter what, do not give a man the satisfaction of knowing you're scared of him.

"did you need something?" i make sure to narrow my eyes while speaking.

i watch him scratch the back of his neck, at a loss for words. he's careful to avoid eye contact, and instead firmly stares at an insect crawling in a tuft of grass beside me.

"i- uh- like the song you're playing," he finally mumbles. "you made it sound pretty".

it sounds more like a question than a statement. maybe he's less scary than he looks?

"oh, thanks. do you listen to agust d as well?”

i loosen up slightly, though still wary of him.

he seems startled for a moment, eyes widening every so slightly, then slowly breathes out a barely audible "yea".

looking down, i bring my hands off my guitar and begin to fidget with them, feeling my nerves kick in. i dig them into the grass at my sides, focusing on the tickle of the long blades and the rough dirt beneath. i force myself to look back up at him and maintain eye contact.

cmon, what happened to acting intimidating?

"cool," i manage to force out.

"cool..." he mirrors back.

oh god oh god oh god this is so awkward please i want to go home-

"hey! hyung! come on, we got to go!!" a voice cuts across my inner dialogue.

it's like god sent an angel from heaven to save me from this conversation.

a slightly taller man pulls at bucket hat dude's sleeve.

mr. bucket hat glances back at me one last time, offering a slight smile.

i smile softly back at him.

he opens his mouth like he has something he wants to say, but he just turns back around to face the taller man.

and then he walks away into the horizon.

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"so you mean to tell me that you watched this dude just walk away??? without even asking his name??" my best friend screeches, scolding me.

"uh,,, yea," i follow.

"YOU LET HIM JUST WALK AWAY?? YOU DUMB BITCH THAT WAS YOUR Y/N MOMENT!!"

"first off, it was not my 'y/n' moment, i was just talking to some random ass dude that happened to recognize the song i was playing. second, some other guy was beckoning for him. i wasn't about to interrupt them," i quickly fire back.

"i cant believe you". she dramatically rolls her eyes in my direction.

i ignore her comment to sip my oatmilk latte.

"UGHH IM HORNY AGAIN!!" she exclaims.

i look up at her, my fave devoid of any expression. "don't you have a boyfriend? just go suck him off or something, i don't know. doesn't he have like a big cock or something?"

"you need to meet himmm," she sighs.

"yea. i do. so i can let him know that if he hurts you i'll fucking murder him", i say while cracking out a wicked smirk.

this time she it's her turn to ignore me to slurp her elaborate, caramel cookie frappuchino with "pain au chocolate," as she called it, pronouncing it horribly wrong.

extra ass.

"but, i do want to seriously meet him. if he makes you happy then that's all i care about", i finally tell her.

"aww you're so cute; you do care", she says while squishing my cheeks.

rolling my eyes, i quietly mumble her that yes, of course i care.

looking down, i begin to fiddle with my rings. i take note of the chipping black polish lazily painted over my long nails.

i silently curse that damn cheap drugstore polish.

i finally look back up at her, and notice the soft expression blooming on her face.

"it's settled!! you're meeting him!"

"i have high expectations," i smirk at her slightly.

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i sit on the floor of my apartment in front of my laptop and notebook, pens sprawled around me. in my lap, i cradle my guitar. the carpet beneath my legs is plush, and provides a small amount of cushion. my cat, kuroo, is curled up beside me, rubbing himself against my thigh.

i plug the guitar into my amp, careful to lower the volume so as to not disturb anyone.

i take a deep breath, and begin.

maybe being alone isn't so bad after all

it still hurts, but the pain is dull

we might still have the same moon

the same sky

the same galaxy,

but nothing else is the same

we both have changed

love is a fickle thing

sometimes it's so tough to say what you mean

change is a scary thing

now i'm growing up

i'm changing

have you changed already too?

i wish you were still here

no, that's a lie

i'm glad you're gone

i just wish things were different

i wish we didn't change

but change is for the good

you changed into the person you always were

and i changed into the person that i've always been

a relationship built on lies can never blossom

oh, but i've blossomed

i almost wish you could see me now

i'm changing, for the better

could you see? how much you hurt me?

i wish you could

i wish you could understand

and i wish you could understand how much happier i am without you

"fuck..." i curse quietly to myself.

kuroo mewls at me gently. i look over at him, my expression softening, and scratch his jaw. he seems pleased.

sighing, i lay on my back.

"why is songwriting so damn difficult?"

i start over, revising, and continuing to hate every bit of what i create as i go.

♪~♪~♪~♪~♪~♪~♪~♪~♪~♪~♪~♪~♪~♪~♪~♪~♪~♪~♪~♪

at around 2 am, i decide to call it quits for the night. i lay down in bed, resolving to skip the hours of overthinking before sleep finally hits, and just shut my eyes. kuroo jumps into bed with me.

i run my fingers through his soft, fluffy fur, and try to get some rest. god knows i need it.

however, as much as i try to shut my brain off, my mind keeps wandering to the (slightly scary) man with the adorable smile and the cute bucket hat.

what i didn't know was he was thinking about me too.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

my alarm goes off, signaling the start of my day. i swiftly turn it off with the precision and care of an expert, deciding to ignore it for my warm bed.

perhaps attempting to run after approximately 3 hours of sleep isn't the brightest idea.

after a few minutes longer than i should, i finally manage to peel myself from the blankets, tugging off the shorts and shirt i slept in (only after putting on my favourite chill vibes playlist). i rifle through my closet, and quickly select my super cool black skater jeans, a black turtleneck, and my super cool black leather jacket. (if u don't like this fit idfk imagine something else idk). begrudgingly making my way to the bathroom, i begin to brush my teeth and use some deodorant. i lazily flop my hair down, and quickly draw on my eyeliner.

i make some cherry blossom tea as fast as i can, and grab my phone, keys, etc., slip on my jordans, and make my way out the door.

when i leave my apartment complex and make my way to the subway station, the city is still asleep and the world around me is dark. it possesses an eerie sort of beauty. the cherry blossoms float in the light breeze, scattering around the streets. the sky is clouded with gray, and the world is hazy. i feel small droplets of rain land atop my head. it's ethereal.

after a short walk, i hop on the subway while still playing some soft music into my earbuds. i make sure to grab a seat close but not too close to the door, and get settled.

as much as i absolutely despise getting up, i have to admit i always love the calm atmosphere that seoul holds early in the morning. it's nothing like the bright, busy nights or the rush and flow of people in the evenings. it's peaceful, and it's one of the reasons i love the city so much.

it's hard to believe that this is reality.

i gaze out the window to watch the gentle sunrise, rays peeking from behind skyskrapers. small raindrops land on the window, streaking their way down. i watch the tall buildings stretch into the sky while zooming past them. the air feels so clean and crisp, contrary to what you'd expect of the populous city, and the gentle rumble of the subway beneath my feet is comforting— it feels like home.

a short train ride later, i arrive about a block away from the cafe i work at. the rain continues to drizzle down—not enough to soak me, but not so little that you don't even feel it: my favorite weather. the stratosphere is littered with fluffy gray clouds and painted a beautiful heather color.

i drift over to the entrance, and insert my key into the lock. the exterior is a beautiful cream hue, and is home to some cute plants, as well as a few small tables. i head on inside and flip the sign to "open". my nostrils fill with the scent of coffee beans and freshly baked bread. i flip on the lights, flooding my eyes with the gentle glow the fixtures provide. the air is warm, a stark contrast from the cool spring breeze. it's cozy.

i resolve to settle behind the counter and make myself a drink while waiting for the steady stream of customers that is sure to hit soon. i hit play on my soft indie playlist, and start swaying gently to the music. as i near the back, the scent of coffee and bread only grows stronger.

ding!

someone enters the coffee shop. and with that, my day begins.

i watch as the city slowly stirs to life.

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after hours, my shift is nearly over.

i don't hate my job. i get a hefty employee discount.

i just don't love it either.

what i really want to pursue is music. this is just a temporary position in order to afford living, before i make it big.

as soon as music makes me enough i can quit.

or at least that's what i keep telling myself.

"when i make it big".

who knows when that will be? or if it even will be?

i sigh, shaking my head in an attempt to cast away my worries, before it escalates and i get trapped in a spiral of doubt.

a girl can at least dream right?

i put on my best fake customer-service smile, and get back to work.

finally, i clock out, and ride the subway back home. i manage to make my way to the apartment without dying. immediately after entering, kuroo runs to me and rubs himself between my legs. i smile slightly to myself, and bend down to scratch between him ears. my plants hang aloft, illuminated by the sunlight.

i step out on my balcony, allowing the air to flood my face. it's invigorating, addicting even. i slowly breathe in and out. kuroo slinks through the open doorway and follows me outside, continuing to rub himself against me and meowing.

the sun hangs low in the sky, and a sliver of a crescent moon floats far above my head. the evening is calm, calm for an evening in seoul.

i feel the rain pick up slightly from when i was out earlier, and run down my face. i tilt my head back to look up into the clouds, and smile to no one in particular. the moon is bright, although hidden behind clouds, and the sky is illuminated by its light.

i love every second of it.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

the whole week, the rain persists. the earth is damped by the continuous downpour, and the air is swirled with the heavy scent of petrichor.

finally, slowly but surely, the rain drys up. the plants look livelier than ever, and the skies are blue and crystal clear. the sun provides warmth, yet not too much that it's overbearing. by now, the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. the entire world is fragrant, and it holds a dreamlike atmosphere.

i decide to head home after work to grab my guitar and walk over to the park near my house.

i settle beneath the tree i always sit under, my tree, and start playing.

minutes seem to melt into hours and i feel my fingers grow numb, cycling through my favourite songs. i don't want stop, however.

i start playing "guitar romantic search adventure" by wallows. (feel free to replace it with ur fav song, this is just mine)

i feel a slight smile crack on my face, a definite change from my unintentional rbf. after checking to make sure i'm alone, i begin to sing the melody.

i know this song better than anything in this world. i don't even bother to look down at my fingers, and instead, close my eyes. my voice gains volume as the song grows in intensity.

my fingers are moving fast and everything hurts, but i relish in the pain.

it makes me feel alive.

when i finally open my eyes as the song comes to a close, a man stands in front of me with a star struck look on his face.

oh fuck.

is this deja vu?

it's him.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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suupernovalight · 3 years

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- Haikyuu Boys Making You Insecure

Includes: Tsukishima, Oikawa, Ushijima, Bokuto

Small Note: uhh- sorry for suddenly disappearing, I had family issues and soon forgot about this acc. Though now I’m starting to make a few stuff as I slowly come back, so here’s some light angst :D

Tsukishima Kei

Trouble with math

You and Tsuki have been together for about a year now

You two first met when you were struggling on a test and he decided to help you… by cheating

He secretly passed you a pen with a paper of all the answers written on it

Ever since that encounter, you two kicked it off and started talking more

Tsukishima even tutored you on the subject you were having the most trouble on

It was math

Currently, school finals were coming up and you had to take a math quiz

Tsuki’s tutoring helped you with your confidence a lot but sometimes, you weren’t to sure about yourself

To gain some extra confidence, you decided to study your ass off

Tsuki also noticed that you were studying a lot more than usual but never mentioned it and went along his day

It was the day of the test and you were sure you were gonna get a good or at least decent score on it

You did horrible

You got a 25% on it

Feeling embarrassed and losing your confidence in yourself, you decided to keep it a secret

However, your boyfriend somehow found out

Now Tsuki loved making snarky comments, no matter the person

That included even you but you would know that he was joking

This comment however, stuck to you

Feeling dejected and depressed about the score you got on your test, you decided to take your mind off of it and go home with Tsuki after school.

You tried your hardest to stay the same usual s/o you always were but Tsuki knew that you were putting up a face.

Once you two got to his house and went to his room, Tsuki decided to ask how your test went.

“It went good,” you lied.

Tsuki raised his eyebrow. “Do you mind if I ask what score you got?”

“I think I left my paper in my locker,” another lie but he didn’t have to know that. “May I use the restroom?”

Nodding his head, Tsukishima watched as you quickly shuffled away out of his room. Just by the look on your face, he knew that something went bad.

Curiosity got the best of him and he decided to check your school bag to see if you had your test. It didn’t take long before he found a crumpled up paper . When he unraveled it, he soon saw the math test… and the score.

Once you came back from the restroom, you walked in on Tsuki looking at your paper. Embarrassment washed over you as you tried to grab it but he raised his arm up so you couldn’t reach.

“Give it back! Please?” You pleaded as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Damn Y/n, after all those tutoring sessions I gave you and the extra time you spent studying, you really wasted your time just to get a 25% on your test,”

Ouch. That hurt.

“Give it back you jerk,” you gritted as you bit your tongue back from crying. However, you could already feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Y/n, your making me think you are stupid with this score,” tsuki snickered.

He’s joking, he always does.

You fought back the urge to yell and scream at him. Looking at the ground, you avoided his burning gaze. Giving up, you walked to your bag and started to pack up your belongings.

“What are you doing?” He asked but you ignored him.

Once you were done packing up, you walked over to the door of his room but he quickly got up, blocking your way.

“What’s wrong Y/n?” He asked, giving you back your test which you ripped out of his hands.

“Fuck off Tsukishima,” you spat as you finally looked up from the ground with tears welling in your eyes.

Tsukishima’s eyes widened at your sudden anger and tears. He then scoffed and looked away.

“It was just a joke Y/n”

Just a joke. A joke that hurt you.

“Move out of my way. I’m going home,” You said as you watched him move slightly to the side.

“Y/n, come on, don’t leave because of what I said. It was obviously not meant to be taken seriously,” Tsukishima tried to convince but you wouldn’t budge.

“Oh yeah? Well I tried my best on that test,” you started with your fist clenched. “You saw how much I was studying. You KNOW that math isn’t my best subject and it made me self conscious but here you are, making fun of me. Now get the fuck out of my way, Tsukishima.”

Tsuki watched as you pushed him to the side and stormed out of his room and then his house. He was to surprised to even move, much to your dismay.

Tsukishima always joked a lot and even made snarky comments at some times. Though despite his pride, he knew that deep down, he fucked up.

Oikawa Torū

Jealousy, betrayal

He’s a ladies man, what do you expect?

You knew from the moment he asked you out, you would go through the wrath of his fangirls

And you were ready for anything

At the time

You were self conscious about yourself and his fangirls seemed to make it worse

Even Oikawa knew

He would usually console you and tell you that you’re the only one he sees, and you believed him

It wasn’t until one day, you walked in on a fangirl confessing her feelings to your boyfriend

Even worse, the girl does something that Oikawa doesn’t stop, and it made you pissed.

It was after school and you decided to head to the gym because you wanted to see your boyfriend practice. You told him beforehand so he wouldn’t get surprised by your sudden appearance.

However, when you arrived, he was nowhere to be found. Even his teammates were wondering where he was. They just assumed he was with you cause you are his girlfriend.

“He’s not with me,” you confirmed. “I just got out of class,”

“Weird, let’s wait another 5, if he’s not here, you’re gonna find him Y/n,” Iwaizumi informed, making you slightly scoff.

“Why me?” You asked as you put your hand on your hip.

“Uh- you’re his girlfriend?” Iwaizumi trailed off as he saw you sigh.

“Girlfriend, not babysitter,” you mumbled.

Five minutes have passed and your boyfriend was still not at practice. Mentally sighing, you went out on a mission to find him.

You look in the hallways, any open classrooms, and even outside. Still no sign. You’ve probably spent another 5 minutes just trying to find him.

Thinking that he finally arrived at the gym, you decided to return back. He was responsible enough to know that he was late, he was the captain after all.

“I’m sorry I brought you out here,”

The sudden sound of a girls voice made you come to a halt. Looking around, you saw nothing. That was until you looked behind a wall and saw a girl standing right in front of your boyfriend.

“Not another damn confession,” you groaned as you thought about walking away. That was until you heard your boyfriend’s voice.

“No no, it’s okay. Practice can wait,”

Uh- weird.

Now you were invested in the conversation. Oikawa hated skipping practice. Even if someone wanted to confess to him, he wouldn’t go. What made her so different from the rest?

Usually, you wouldn’t care about people confessing to your boyfriend. Whatever makes them sleep at night. It’s been awhile since you’ve felt jealousy and even worry bubble up in you. Even worse, the girl who was confessing knew damn well you were listening. You and her even made eye contact.

“I wanted to confess to you. Ever since I first saw you play volleyball, I was always fascinated by you Oikawa,” The girl bowed as she gave him an envelope with a heart sticker to seal it shut. Pretty cliché.

“Sorry but I have a-“

“Who cares about her,” the girl cut in, making you tense up.

“Excuse me?” Oikawa said, obviously surprised by the sudden change of tone.

“She doesn’t have to know about us Oikawa, don’t worry…” the girl then went closer to Oikawa and he didn’t back away. “You deserve better anyways, someone more… prettier, ”

You felt a pang in your chest. Like your heart has been shattered into little pieces. Your eyes widened as you saw her smirk, her eyes glancing over at you.

Deep down, you knew you weren’t the prettiest of the school. You looked decent but you didn’t care. Oikawa loved you for who you were as a person, though now all of that was crumbled into nothing.

“She won’t even find out, with that dumb little mind of hers,” smirked the girl as she wrapped her arms around Oikawa.

Oikawa froze up. “She won’t know?” He then looked at the ground. “Her looks can use some work…” he mumbled, though the girl heard clear, you didn’t hear a thing.

Your eyes widened even more. Was he actually considering it? Was this considered cheating?

When things couldn’t get any worse, they did for you. The girl leaned in on Oikawa’s cheek, standing on her tippy toes because she wasn’t as tall as him, then kissed him on the cheek.

“Sorry to interrupt,” you sourly said, getting out of your hiding place. “Torū, the team is looking for you, c’mon,”

“R-right!” Oikawa stuttered as he smiled towards the girl. “See you around!”

As the two of you walked away, you kept your eyes away from Oikawa. His smiling demeanor soon disappeared once the girl was out of sight.

“What’s wrong? How much did you hear?”

“I heard enough, thank you,” you spit out as you heard Oikawa sigh.

“I should have known you were the jealous kind of person,”

It was like venom dripped down Oikawa’s tongue as he spoke. Stopping in your tracks, you looked Oikawa dead in the eyes, tears threatening to fall.

“Me being jealous? I have a right Oikawa! She flat out kissed you and you didn’t stop her,”

“It was only on the cheek!” Oikawa argued making you scoff.

“On the cheek or not, nobody else can do that except for me! You’re digging yourself a hole and you can’t climb out,” you said, your tone harsher and louder than before.

“Don’t cause a scene, I have practice,” Oikawa mumbled making you even more mad.

This time, tears did fall down your eyes. Though, you wouldn’t let him see them.

“Oh so now you care about practice? But when that girl was confessing, you said practice can wait?? I’m disappointed in you Oikawa!”

“Then leave,”

Oikawa started to walk away as you stood still. Your legs didn’t budge. As much as you wanted to chase after him, you couldn’t. You lost him… he lost you.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

For people who talk a lot

You two were opposites

He was quiet

You were quite talkative

Despite your guys differences, you guys never broke apart because of it

Though, you have been thinking some thoughts

Ever since you were young, you’ve always been ignored and neglected

Now that you have someone who will actually listen, you take every opportunity you have to talk your heart out

That was until you overheard a conversation with Ushijima and Tendō talking about no one other than you

You had just got back from the convenience store with your friends. While you returned back to your dorm, you decided that you got to much food.

So, you decided to give some to your wonderful boyfriend, Ushijima. He wouldn’t mind you coming to his dorm this late. Plus, everyone should be at their dorms and not wandering around. Totally not you.

As you headed to Ushijima‘s dorm, you made sure that your snacks weren’t dropping. You really did have a hand full.

Finally, after a lot of walking, you made it. Since your hands were full, you couldn’t knock on the door. So to improvise, you were gonna use your head until… you heard something.

“How are you and Y/n? Things going smoothly?”

The voice sounded like Tendō from what you could hear. You wondered to yourself, why was he there in the first place. Though, that wasn’t the only thing you wondered about.

“Smoothly? Yeah we are. There’s just one thing,” a deep voice rang. You immediately knew that it was Ushijima.

“Oh yeah? What’s wrong?” Tendō replied as his full attention was on his friend.

“Y/n… she’s just, I don’t know,” Ushijima stuttered as he tried to find the right words. “Loud…

…annoying,”

You felt a sharp pain in your chest. Like someone just stabbed you. Frowning to yourself, you looked at the snacks. Did he really think of that about you? Were you really annoying?

Just as you were gonna walk away, the dorm door opened and you were forced to stay.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Asked Ushijima after he opened the door all the way. “How long have you been here?”

You stayed quiet but sighed. Turning around, you shoved the snacks in Ushijima’s arms. Biting your lip, you kept back some tears.

“Do you really think of me like that? Annoying?” You replied as you began to back up.

“Well you can talk a lot and sometimes-“

“Shut up,” you spat out, making Ushijima tense up. “You don’t have to talk behind my back. If I was annoying you, you could have just said it yourself. Y’know, at my face,”

That’s when Tendō walked up to the door to see what was going on. He had no clue you were there. He just thought Ushijima went outside to do whatever.

When Tendō saw your hurt face, that’s when he knew that Ushijima screwed up. Backing up from the door, he minded his own business, even though he was quietly listening.

“Y/n, I’m telling the truth,” Ushijima argued making your run your fingers through your hair out of stress.

“And sometimes, the truth hurts Ushijima! You knew how insecure I was about this. I never got to speak as a kid and now that I have someone to speak to, they even don’t want to hear me,” you said, making sure Ushijima was listening to you.

Ushijima stayed quiet which made you want to yell at him more. Instead though, you turned on your heel and began to walk away.

“Don’t text me, call me, or do anything in that matter,” you harshly said as your figure disappeared.

Once you were gone, Ushijima walked back in his dorm and set down all the snacks. His face then looked at Tendo’s who was also frowning.

“Wait for her to cool down… then speak to her,” was all Tendō said before grabbing the snacks. “Im going back to my dorm, see you tomorrow Wakatoshi,” Tendō then left without another word.

“Bye,” was all Ushijima said before turning his attention back on the snacks.

Bokuto Kōtarō

(For skinner girls)

You and Bokuto have been together for a good 7 months

You two met during class

When he first saw you, something in his mind clicked

As you two began to talk, his feelings for you began to grow

Soon, you found out what type of girl he likes

Plump, curvy woman

You weren’t any of those, you were skinny.

At first, you were insecure of it, but ever since Bokuto came into your life, you knew that it wasn’t a big deal

As long as you were healthy

Though, it wasn’t until one day, you walked in on Akaashi, Bokuto, and Konoha playing truth or dare during lunch

Lunch has started and you told Bokuto that you would be late. It was because you had to run to the library to retrieve a book that would help you with your studies.

You ate lunch with Bokuto, Akaashi, and Konoha. It didn’t bother you at all but sometimes, you would be skeptical of what they talked about. One time, you walked in on Bokuto talking about his childhood and how he hit his head on a brick one time.

Now back to the current situation. You were just walking back from the library and was making your way to the cafeteria.

When you arrived, you saw a bunch of people everywhere. It was more crowded than usual but you didn’t care as much.

So, you tried to get past the people but there were a lot of them so you had some troubles. Now it was becoming a bother.

The closer you got to the table, the louder you heard the boys talk. Apparently, they were playing truth or dare and it was Bokuto’s turn.

“Bokuto… truth or dare?” Asked Konoha.

“Hmm…” Bokuto thought. “Truth!”

Smirking, Konoha titled his head. “What is one thing you don’t like about Y/n,”

Wtf Konoha

After hearing what Konoha asked Bokuto, you were invested of how he would answer.

“Uhm… nothing, I love everything about her!” Bokuto smiled making your heart flutter.

“Then what is one thing you wish y/n has but doesn’t,” Konoha asked, making Bokuto‘s face scrunch up.

Sighing, Bokuto lowered his head. “I wished she had more curves. I wished she wasn’t so skinney,”

“Wow.” You said as you finally got out of the crowd. “I thought you knew better Bo,”

All the boys looked over to you with wide eyes. Especially Bokuto who had guilt wash over him.

“Y/n, we were just playing truth and dare and I got asked-“

“I heard all of it,” you said as your fist clenched up.

That’s when you turned around and quickly walked away. Bokuto looked back at his friends, then ran after you who was already out of the cafeteria.

“Y/n, let’s talk this out,” Bokuto tried saying but you tuned him out.

Turning the corner of the hallway, you came to a sudden halt when you felt Bokuto grab your wrist. Still, you didn’t turn to look at his sorry face.

“Y/n, talk to me,” Bokuto pleaded.

“Talk to you? After you said that shit?” You growled back. “Bokuto, you knew how insecure I was about my body, you even comforted me when I wasn’t feeling the best about it!”

“We were playing truth or dare Y/n, it’s a game baby,” Bokuto frowned but you only scoffed.

“Only a game? Oh yeah, it’s only a game. Bringing up my insecurities and how you wished I was the type of girl you want,” you mocked as you began to walk away but was stopped again.

“Calm down Y/n,”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Bokuto,” you muttered making him let go of you.

“Y/n, please relax. It was a truth and…”

“And what?” You cut in. “You told the truth. I don’t know why you’re trying to defend yourself. You’re obviously in the wrong!”

Bokuto was about to say something when you lifted up your hand to slap his face. However, instead of it hitting him, it stopped right before it, hovering.

His eyes were still on yours. Slowly, you caressed his cheek with tears in your eyes. After doing that, you quickly turned around and ran away from him, fearing to turn around.

As for Bokuto? He stayed still. Even his own eyes were tearing up. He knew he was in the wrong but he just wanted everything to be okay.

“Y/n…” he whispered as he felt the lingering touch of your hand on his cheek.

#anime #fanfic #fanfiction #haikyuu!!#anime aesthetic #bokuto #Ushijima #Oikawa #Tsukishima #haikyuu #volleyballanime #lightangst #ushijima wakatoshi

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i-need-air · 4 years

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Hey it's me again ❤️

I'm just gonna whisper something in your mind (is that even possible?)

Having a baby with Hybrid Katsuki.

Just that. Imagine girl. Perfection.

Ok, real talk here. Every time I see a request from you I uwu a little bit bc I know for a fact whatever you're requesting will make me get so immersed and involved and I'm gonna 💕💞AAAAAA💕💞 while writing AND [lemmecatchmybreath] it happened once again skdjdkfkf Hope you enjoy and sorry it took longer than normal~

Word count: 1.8k

× listen 🥺 I already started and I'm melting, ok?

× when he finds out you're having a smol baby together?

× he freezes and looks at you in a whole different light

× if you're getting pregnant, he will definitely smell the change in your scent and will know even before you do; he'd be instantly by your side with a bewitched expression on his face, taking your cheeks into his palms to just soak everything in yet he's shaking slightly

× and even if you adopt [hopefully a smol hybrid], something deep inside of Katsuki, burried and long forgotten surfaces

× this is the life he always wanted, he always craved even in his darker moments

× this happiness, this fulfillment, this joy

× I absolutely believe he will diligently read and learn everything about the baby to come; will educate himself like no other, deciding to be the very best father he could ever be

× his life was rough and he was stolen away from his biological family, he will now have a chance to have his own and he will not fail you or the baby

× when you hold the little bundle of sunshine in your hands, head down admiring the beauty of a new life, he will stand there, again in shock, again soaking this moment in... so beautiful, so perfect

× will he ever tell you that? of course not; angry ass wild pomeranian—

× but his face gives him away every single time and when you tilt yourself to hand him his new son or daughter, he falls in love for the second time in his life;

× he burries his nose in the soft and fragile skin of the baby's head and breathes in, his instinct kicking in to defend, protect, care, look out for...

× watch carefully because once the baby makes a noise, he'll still, unsure of what to do, but smile so softly as the baby coos in his arms securely; that right there is the best image you can have of soft Katsuki.

× the first few weeks are actually horrible, sorry to break it to everyone aksjskdj not because he doesn't know what to do or does not want to help; on the contrary, he is so incredibly attentive but he also recites the books he learned by memory at this point and it's getting absolutely infuriating;

× although understand him, please; he wants to prove he's a good dad 🥺 except you wanna smack him bc he scoffs if you suggest something he isn't sure about.

× you will find him standing by the baby's crib as it sleeps; he's just???? making sure this is not a dream????? don't question anything though

× can we hc Bakugou with a daughter too? [ already established in the Hybrid!Kiri hcs that Kiri'd have daughter bUT i just really really like beefy men with tiny daughters;;; my heartttt;;; ]

× his little angel, no discussion, no argument, his daughter can do NO WRONG!

× he's very down to earth though, don't get me wrong, he just absolutely adores spoiling her

× speaks softly into her ear, the lowest you'd hear from him

× gruff, raspy, gutural voice ofter overused to scream now low and soft as he holds her into his chest; doesn't do baby-voices or anything like that, but calls her his angel then smirks at you if you're watching;;; then starts softly complaining and bitching about you to the baby 💀 all while rubbing her back

× omfg his hand is as big as her tiny back; guys, call an ambulance, I'm—

× Katsuki would be the type of little shit to pull what I just said then grab you and glue you to his chest too; he'd look down at you both, eyes shining in such adoration he'd take your breath away just before he continues his ranting about you;

× once the baby starts being more interactive, her giggles specially the ones induced by her daddy will make him melt; absolute diminute baby with a small wiggling tail clapping her chubby hands at her dad? his eyes would widen suddently, ears snapping high in surprise and he's taken back by the emotions overtaking him

× he's gone, man; she has him wrapped around her tiny little finger and you can't do anything about it

× instantly acts all in denial if someone is around though; scoffs to hide is obvious smile, placing a palm on his mouth to further block it out and tickles her with the other, earning another fit of giggles

× please, don't tell him his whole tail is waving from side to side

× the only clear giveaway apart from his ears and it's;;; a d o r a b l e;;;

× specially when your daughter also starts wagging her tail in response whenever he does it;

× "Hey, come see what the dumbass is doing!" or "Look at what she did" while showing you a video; proud pappa 🥺

× we're bringing back Proud Bakugou bc hIS DAUGHTER iS tHe BeSt; no, seriously, his kid is the mf best in the world and he will start this presentation with—

× now sit down with me and accept this: the baby; yes, your sweet daughter; mhm, that adorable screeching angel; mhm;;; she'll talk so early it's disturbing.

× at 6 months or so she's already saying mamma, dadda, kitty, woof-woof

× seriously terrifying how sharp she is and how she cannot shut up; for the love of gOd, Katsuki, this is all your fault... it doesn't matter, he just smirks as he has another reason to brag to anyone about his child

× did that street vendor look at him funny? "I'M GONNA FUCKING TELL YOU ABOUT MY DAUGHTER—"

× super-protective of her and fucking hates with a burning passion if anyone dares to do that thing where they match up babies saying "Maybe they'll get married when they grow up"

× hands down, no filter, he just looks deep down in whoever had the audacity and says "Like fucking shit they'd deserve her."

× drag him away before he throws fists

× he will definitely if you don't drag him away and you know it, they know it, the baby knows it and cheers for pappa, the whole world knows it at this point and they're buying tickets to watch the shitshow

× chest carrier and walks around with the kid like a boss

× man has shit to do, don't even dare to judge him;

× handles fits really well, he's impressive to say at least

× she's spoiled, yes and always has new toys, coloring books, whatever she wants but the moment she throws fits, he puts his foot down

× baby would be smol angery bb all adorable in all her Bakugou genetics anger and he'd just stare, tapping his foot

× literally waits in place until she calms and looks up at him with big, round eyes, puffy red cheeks and ears lowered

× mission accomplished; he nods then picks her up;

× and you're there amazed??????

× "The fuck you lookin' at?" lil shit still has a foul mouth tho, but make him get just as pouty and embarrassed as the child in his arms by saying something cheesy like "How amazing you are as a dad 💕"

× all rainbows and unicorns until she starts repeating insults and fr tho, Katsu almost shits his pants, fearing your reaction. Will, hands down, chill out with the insults even if he meant no damage with them; he has this unreadable expression on, a mix of shame and fluster, dread too? he's sorry, ok????

× loves, loves, loves cooking for you both and once the kiddo has her own special chair to sit at the dining table together, that's when he sees it: his dream

× you, wiping some food off her cheek with a loving expression, talking about your day casually, baby giggling while she moves her face away playfully; he loves you both so much.

× has these rare moments where, at the end of the day once you're settled in bed, he'd hug you tight and thank you in his mind for... for this... all of it...

× once she starts walking they're both a disaster

× seriously, do not expect the household to be silent ever again [ well, that dream was gone long ago anyway lol ]

× "Where the fuck do you think you're goin'?"

× rapid giggle running around from place to place

× "Oh, for fucks—"

× "Katsuki." you only need to say, catching him in his insults

× 😳 ... "Kid, come back, we're goin' to the park." Skdjkdfkl

× sudden adorable tiny fast steps approach him bc they're going for walkies!

× he is very careful with her and teaches her about stranger danger; also teaches her how to growl and even if her attempt is a total failure, small rawr leaving her lips, he's like "Yes. Good job. Now give it more heart."

× he growls as an example

× she growls back, sounding like a cute lil pup 🥺💕

× as she grows up, she obviously acts more like her father yet he knows when to stop the bad behaviors and it only takes a warning growl from him to get her to cease

× yet somehow you're the strict parent at the end of the day??????? tf????????? who made the rules??????

× starts calling her brat, squirt, lil shit 💕lovingly💕

× "your child" if she did something bad

× "Your fucking child kicked the ball into the vase and broke it." Aha, nice one, Katsuki. Good job.

× not to brag but her puppy eyes don't work on him but yours do; the problem is her puppy eyes do work on you bc she's the light of your life so if she wants something; she'll puppy-eye you knowing you'll get it for her bc daddy loves you very much 💕💞

× literally evil mastermind; didn't I tell you she's sharp? pft, she's playing you both so hard

× every day he comes back from work she runs to him at the door, tail wiggling happily behind her as she stretches her arms to be picked up and he always does, without a doubt, then proceeds to kiss the top of her head

× come out to greet him too? the whole loving routine is his absolute thing and wants to see you, have you kiss his cheek; he complains but adores it soooooo much!

× you have a family night; BONDING WITH MOODY POMERANIANS. Yes, plural, and it sounds perfect~

× even if it's just one of those animated movies he hates so much, he'll watch through all of it and make sarcastic comments just to make you both laugh; will grin satisfied asf if he manages to do so bc he's the best.

× will definitely want another kid, so how about maybe a boy??? hmm???

× asks you if you're up for the idea and if you agree, he'll roll his eyes and crack his shoulders, acting so very uninterested and purely exhausted yet his smirk would give him away:

× "Knew you'd torture me with another devil"

× throw him out, istg— 💀

#bakugou katsuki headcanons #noire writes #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #hybrid!bakugou #hybrid!au

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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hey wendy could you do a high school hakkai asking black y/n on a date and he ends it with a kiss☹️ thank you

I was lying awake last night thinking "I have never written for Hakkai" and then I woke UP AND SAW THIS REQUEST!

I placed it at an American (Southern, like Texas) high school, so here are some things you might not be familiar with the terms below.

Majorettes/Drill team - a dance team that performs in precision with kicking formations and choreographed dances with the band. This is the fancier version of cheerleaders.

Drum Major- a student leader of the band (helps with keeping the band timing and positions in check when performing.)

Drum Majors and Majorettes share the field at the beginning of football games, then stand together in the stands during American Football games. (This was a big part of my high school traditions and is very close to my heart.)

Hakkai would make a great football captain, so I'm giving it to his tall self. Also, I had to cut a lot of detailed scenes because *who wants a novel* so I'm sorry if it seems disjointed!

Friday Night Lights: Hakkai Shiba x Black!Fem!Reader

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tw: fluff

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"Here's the deal," you begin, slinging the baton over your shoulder. "Our drill team isn't here to play around. We take ourselves seriously, and you know that we don't allow others to tarnish our good name."

The girls standing in front of you are watching you as you pace back and forth, trying to remain absolutely still. One wrong move and you'd dump them out on their asses, and they'd be banned from trying out forever.

"As the captain of this drill team, I expect you all to behave as if you are already a part of it in the way you act and present yourselves. Even though these are just auditions, you will still have to show us that you're capable of handling everything that comes with the title and privileges we get."

You pause, hearing the door above the dance room open. You watch as three senior members of the band walk out onto the balcony overlooking the rehearsal floor, eyes falling to the blue-haired football captain and quarterback that comes in last.

Hakkai Shiba.

Your heart begins to race at the sight of the shy, soft-spoken senior, but you clear your throat, looking back at the waiting girls. "You've learned the first two measures of your kick routine. The vice-captain, first lieutenant, and second lieutenant will show you the last two measures."

As the other officers begin to call out and demonstrate the steps, you walk up the staircase to the balcony, trying to be as casual as you can in your athletic shorts and Majorette t-shirt.

"Hey," you address the others, smiling widely. "Here to watch tryouts?"

"Luna is down there," Mitsuya, a drum major, comments. "I don't know if she can dance but I'm hoping she'll figure it out." You raise a brow, then look at Hakkai.

"Shiba, what are you doing up here?" His indigo eyes find yours, then dart away quickly.

"Just came to see you... all... before the game next week. I wasn't sure what routine you would be performing, and my sister really misses the team." You smile, remembering the former vice-captain with a fondness.

"She's always welcome to come and choreograph as an alumnus!"

"I'm sure she'd love that..." Hakkai rubs the back of his neck shyly, then looks up at you again. "Do you think... I mean, I know you... um... What I'm trying to say is--"

"Hey, Hakkai!" You both look over your shoulder at the linebacker who burst through the back door, and Hakkai runs a hand over his shaved head. "Coach wants to see you before you leave."

"I'll see you at the game," Hakkai murmurs, patting your shoulder before leaving quickly.

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"Five, six, seven, eight."

You twirl around the grass of the field in full view of the attendees of the football game, making a line with the other majorettes in front of the large inflatable football tunnel and waiting for the football team to come out. You perform the hand motions along with your sparkler pom-poms, listening to the rustling with a sense of calm running down your spine.

Hakkai would run through first as the captain, closely followed by his teammates and then the inflatable would be carted off. The crowd erupts into cheers as the players come through, and you smile at Hakkai, who returns your gesture with a wink before heading downfield. Your stomach fills with butterflies as you head to the stands, biting your lip as the coin is tossed and the game begins.

During the game, you watch the football team score three touchdowns and three field goals, leading the game with 21 points to the opposing teams' 7.

Halftime brings you back onto the field to perform the routine with the band, and you kick in time with your other teammates for a perfect show before returning to the other side to watch the opposing team perform. The whole process goes by so quickly that you wonder how time flew by as you take your place in the stands again.

"Y/n!" Your head snaps up and you see a player running up to the bottom of the stands. You recognize Draken, a center forward, and sit your poms down before going down to see him.

"What's up?" You ask, holding onto your hat as you lean over the railing.

"I was wondering if you would say 'yes' to going ou--"

"Hey!" You see Hakkai push through the small crowd of his teammates, face red and sweaty. "Draken, what do you think you're do--"

"I'm doing what you won't, Shiba." Draken turns back to you, smiling widely. "So, like I was saying, princess--" Draken is roughly pushed aside by Hakkai, and you flinch back, watching the center forward stalk off with s smirk on his face.

"You know, I've been meaning to ask this for a while," Hakkai laughs softly. "But I..." You see nervousness cloud his eyes, and you tilt your head, staring at the quarterback in confusion. "I..."

"Yo, go out with him," Mitsuya chimes in beside you, leaning his elbows on the railing. "Just say you'll go on a date with him." You look down at Hakkai again, and he presses his lisp together, holding his helmet nervously.

"Is that what you want, Hakkai?" He nods, his indigo eyes lighting up. "Of course I will," you agree, leaning down to press a kiss to his sweaty forehead and leaving a red lipstick mark. You reach up to wipe it off, giggling, but Hakkai stops you, placing his helmet on over it.

"For good luck!" he calls out over his shoulder as he jogs back onto the field.

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News of your agreement to go on a date with the Hakkai Shiba travels fast throughout the school. But you and Hakkai continue to keep your relationship lowkey, opting to only talk between classes and outside of school - and of course, on the phone late at night.

"We should go rollerskating," you mention, picking at the blanket on your bed as Hakkai hums on the end of the other line.

"Let's go tomorrow. First date. We can even go to that new diner that opened nearby afterward."

"Really?" you ask, sitting up.

"There aren't any games this week, and I don't have practice. It's the perfect day. Pick you up at seven?"

"Seven is great."

But the whole day drags by as if it didn't know you had plans and were eager to go out with your crush. By the time six o'clock rolls around, you're already getting dressed, trying on multiple outfits before sighing in defeat.

"Okay," you tell your little sister, who sits on the floor beside you. "Which one? The skirt and top, the jeans and top, or the dress?" Your sister eyes each of the options carefully then sticks two fingers in her mouth, gurgling around them as she drools on the carpet.

"Yeah, the jeans sound great. I thought so, too."

When the doorbell rings, you hurry down the stairs and past your parents in the kitchen, tossing a quick "bye" over your shoulder as you leave. You open the door and find Hakkai standing there, eyes wide as you step out.

"Y/n, wow..."

"It's just jeans and a t-shirt," you tease, patting his chest. "Come on! I want to get there before the rink is full." Hakkai drives you to the rink, making small talk on the way there and taking quick glances at you repeatedly. You want to tell him that it's okay to be nervous, but you first have to convince yourself of that fact as you fiddle with your fingers.

And as it turns out... the rollerskating was fun, despite Hakkai not knowing how and clinging to you as you skated around the rink. But it had all been in good fun.

"So, midnight breakfast run," he begins, pulling into the vintage diner. "It's like the only thing that makes being out super late worth it." Hakkai opens the car door for you and you slide out, taking his hand as you walk into the diner.

"Hey!" A woman waves at you two from the counter. "Go ahead and have a seat and I'll be right with you." Hakkai motions to the booth closest and sits across from you, smiling sheepishly.

"How's the bruise?" you wonder, reaching across the table.

"I'll survive," he laughs, lacing his fingers through yours. "I'm glad I had you there to help me, though." You giggle, then look at the lady who is approaching you with menus.

"Y'all take a look at the menus and let me know when you're ready."

"Thanks," Hakkai murmurs, then you both proceed to skim the menu. "Thinking about some waffles. You?"

"Same. But I wonder if they have a kid's menu..."

"Huh?" Hakkai looks over his menu at you and chuckles.

"I can't eat a lot!" You answer, smacking his arm. "I'm not cheap, I swear."

"Doesn't matter, I'm paying anyway." You grin at him and then feel his foot nudge yours under the table, just as the woman reappears.

"So, what can I get y'all?"

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"Hakkai, tonight's been great." You're standing on the porch of your home, holding your house key and one hand and his slim fingers in the other. "Thanks for taking me out."

"Anytime. Hopefully, I'll get to do it more often." You raise up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his, cupping his chin as he leans into you. When you pull away, he smiles, eyes still closed for a moment.

"I'll see you on Monday. Goodnight," you whisper, opening the door to your house.

"Night." Hakkai stands there for a few moments, touching his fingers to his lips, and realizing you didn't mention a single thing about his scar.

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wagner-fell · 3 years

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Mari kicked down the dressing room door with a bang so loud Kevin jumped and spilled his hot coffee cup all over himself. Hearing his yelps of pain, Astrid peaked her head out of the curtain, laughed at his expense then shut it again. Maria ignored that.

They strutted out to where the boys were sitting and struck a pose. “Can I rock cottage core or can I rock cottage core?”

Kit didn’t trust himself to speak. He simply nodded instead. While the baby blue dress with short, ruffled sleeves looked a bit out of place paired with Mari’s bulging muscles, she looked absolutely stunning.

The Merry Hoes were located in the back room of the antique store Kevin’s family owned. The Chu’s just got a large donation of vintage clothing. Mari had just gotten their pay check from the downworlder gym she worked at. Kit and Astrid really didn’t want to do their maths homework. It was destiny.

Despite being downworlders both Blessica and Kevin still lived at home. Mari, though, lived with the rest of their pack in an old Edwardian mansion a few blocks away from school. However the five of them slept over at each other’s place of residence so often they blurred together in the young Herondale’s mind. He could really only tell them apart by their smells.

Mari’s reeked of dirty laundry as they were one of four folks on the feminine side of the gender scale out of the lycanthropy of London, Blessica excluded. Her house smelled like Ube, a type of yam her Filipino parents put in everything. Kit couldn’t complain. Ube flavoured ice cream was the best thing he’s ever eaten. Aside from Mari. Though he wasn’t usually the one… Nevermind.

Kevin’s house smelled of Longjing tea and red wine. A peculiar combination that oddly enough, worked quite well.

Astrid had two homes as her parents divorced at the age of six. Stepping into her mom’s house was like stepping into a cookie factory. Which made sense as her mom owned a bakery and lived above it. Kit didn’t know exactly what Astrid’s dad’s place smelled like, let alone looked like, but he could make an educated guess that it was similar to the Los Angeles Institute because it was in LA too.

After they separated, Miss Yang fled to Devon to dodge the possibility of seeing her ex-husband when they exchanged Astrid. Kit related to her on a deep, personal level.

Now Astrid spent her summers in America and Kit drained his battery on international phone calls.

Her three months in the USA each year helped him bond with her better when they had first been introduced. For example, her ringtone was the Perry the Platypus theme song. Blessica, Kevin and Maria had no clue what it was but when the music reached Kit’s ears, the two sang an epic duet that put Kiss Me More (the second most iconic duet in history) to shame.

“How much is this anyway,” asked Mari, turning in a circle to see if there was a price tag. In the process she sent the fabric fluttering as she went. It made them look more magical than ever.

“There is no price on fabulousness,” said Astrid. She had on loose, black dress pants, a white shirt, and black suspenders with gold blemishes.

“Yes there is,” replied Kevin. “54 euros.”

“54 euros,” exclaimed Mari.

“Well it would have been €34 but you made me spill my coffee and this shirt was 20 so..”

“Seriously, Kev. I will fuck your mom. You think I won’t?” A pause. “Wait, only twenty €20?”

“Oh, I know right! There is this incredible thrift store down on Fleet Street and-”

“Don’t care,” interrupted Mar. She took one last look in the mirror before turning back to him. “I’ll give you your parents' price, not your dramatic ass’s one.”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “Fine. But it’s an extra €10 for the shoes.”

Mari looked down at her tan sandals. They leaned against the door they just excited to take the footwear off. “Racist,” she muttered under her breath.

“I’m literally Chinese.”

“Homophobic, then.”

“Pansexaul,” he sang.

Mari was silent for a moment before she banged on the door into the room Blessica was changing into her rose pink gown. “Blessie! Do I have permission to call Kev transphobic in your name?”

“Hey,” said Kevin, looking up from his task of rubbing a paper towel across his sheer, white shirt. “That’s cheating. Blessie, don’t listen to them!”

The nickname ‘Blessie’ was what her family exclusively called her. She turned red when they had first found out. Granted, it wasn’t hard to make Blessica blush. All she had to do was stand in Kevin’s general area.

“Blessica,” called Mari once again. When she still didn’t answer, Maria stood up and pressed their forehead against the changing room door. “You okay?”

“No,” Blessica croaked out finally. Her hoarse voice was laced with sorrow. Upon hearing her speak, Kevin abandoned any hope of saving his top and joined Mari at the door. Kit and Astrid were quick to follow.

“Hey,” said Astrid gently. “What’s wrong?”

Blessica began to sob. “The dress doesn’t fit right,” she whimpered.

“That’s okay,” soothed Kevin. “We have other sizes.”

“Kev, it doesn’t fit my body because it wasn’t made for my body. I just feel so ugly.” All the other Merry Hoes made various sounds of distress. Kit was instantly reminded of Dru,

He was suddenly fifteen again. In Ty’s bedroom as he told him of all the times she’d been told she wasn’t pretty by members of the Shadowhunter society. And all the times Emma or Julian or another member of her family had reassured her that she was. The thought occurred to Kit that maybe they weren’t Emma-y as Blessica needed them to be.

“It’s just like,” started Blessica, “I started taking Estrogen seven months ago, you know? And I still don’t have anything to show for it.”

His mind was racing a mile a minute. “Yes you do,” he said.

“I do?” she asked, sounding dubious.

“Your voice!”

“You do have a really nice voice,” agreed Astrid. “You could totally narrate audiobooks or something.”

“No it’s not,” grumbled Kevin.

“Kevin,” said Mari, glaring daggers at him. ‘Kevin’ in this case didn’t mean Kevin. It meant ‘Shut your mouth right or I will actually kill you’.

“No, not like that! It’s just…” he was blushing profusely now. “Her voice is like the rain. Most of the time it’s soft and warm and it wraps you in one big, wet hug. You can’t help but feel, well, blessed to get to feel it touching your skin.. But when it rains hard you feel every single drop land. But no matter what kind of rain it is, the impact is always enormous. Uh, yeah, her voice is like that.” There was a moment of prolonged silence, where Blessica had stopped crying but no one was brave enough to talk.

The door opened and Kit, Kevin and Astrid stumbled backwards. Mari didn’t. Stupid gorgous jock, Kit thought as she survayed her inferiourors.

Blessica stood in the open doorway. Her eyes were puffy and red. The dress looked perfect on her. Not that this style hadn’t looked perfect on Mari but their arms were so thick, they filled up the entire selve. Blessica was so petite you could see her bones clearly through the skin. It highlighted the flowness of the gown extremely well. “You guys like my voice?” Then, “why are you all staring at me, is it that bad?”

“Blessie,” said Mari. “You can’t just put on that in front of four people who like women and expect them not to stare.”

“Respectfully, of course,” added Kit.

“Just tell us if it makes you uncomfortable,” agreed Kevin.

“Step on me,” breathed Astrid.

“But then again,” said Mari, “you validate yourself too.”

“Run me over with a cement truck.”

“We can see your hot as fuck. But more importantly you have to believe you’re hot as fuck.”

“You could literally kill me and I’d get on my knees to thank you.”

Blessica was blushing as hard as Kevin now. They sheepishly smiled at each other before turning away. “Simp,” said Kit and he held out his hand. Astrid dutifully rewarded him with a high five.

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hopeless-ro-simptic · 4 years

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Familiar Cerulean Eyes Pt. 3

Hear me out... Dabi is a fuck boi, Touya is a simp. I’m just saying. This part is Dabi’s point of view and the war that goes on in his brain when dealing with the feelings he has for Y/N. This one is a little shorter but I basically have the next part ready, I just need to tweak it a bit before posting so expect it soon.

Click here for a full list of other parts. Part 4

Still no smut. It’s a slow burn <3

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It had taken almost an hour for you to fall back asleep. Dabi played on his phone quietly, glancing over at you every so often, making snarky comments about how you were more than welcome to join him in the bed, which you had completely ignored.

Even though his alpha was begging him to pick your cute little ass up and force you into giving him attention, he resisted, knowing that would only freak you out more and would prolong the inevitable. At some point your resolve would cave. At some point you would reach out to him wanting the attention that only he could give you.

He also knew at some point you would come to the realization of who he was...

He had vowed to stay away from you, to let you move on with life, to let you have a chance at free will. But the moment he saw you in that market, with the Todoroki boy of all people, he couldn’t stop himself. He had naively thought that when he disappeared that Endevor would give up and let you go. He didn’t think that he would just pass you along to his favorite son. His pride and joy. You were older than the half and half brat by several years. Sure you looked young, but that didn’t change the fact that you were already in your twenties and was following around a teenage alpha like a lost puppy dog.

Dabi was livid. He didn’t mean to start the fire, but the alpha inside took over and the next thing he knew, the little runt was running off to go be hero, leaving you behind unprotected and scared. Dumb kid, why would he leave something as precious as you, just to go deal with a stupid fire. You were even crying out for him, begging him to come back, and the damn runt didn’t even care. This isn’t at all the life that Dabi wanted for you, the whole reason he left was to protect you, and look what was happening instead.

So Dabi took you. He took you away from the Todoroki family like he should have done years ago.

Looking over at your sleeping form now, he hopped he made the right decision. He never wanted to get you tangled up in this kind of life. It was why he didn’t take you with him when he ran. Why he left you behind hoping that you would get to make something of your life that you actually wanted.

It was too late though, he couldn’t just back out of the league, and he didn’t want to. He strongly believed in what they stood for and he wanted to be apart of tearing down hero society as the world knew it. He wanted to be the one to bring Endevor down for all the pain and hurt he had caused the people that should have been the most important to him.

He paused, looking back over to you as a soft sigh escaped your lips. His Alpha was begging for release. He needed to get out of here, away from your tantalizing scent. Looking around the room he took stock of what all he had. He probably should get some more water, and he was almost out of cigarettes himself. He briefly wondered how you felt about smoking.. maybe he would quit if you asked. He made a mental list of things to pick up, maybe a couple things for you that would help you relax. He briefly wondered if (F/C) was still your favorite.

He stood up, frowning as he realized how stupid it was of him to make you sleep in that crappy chair. He should move you over to the bed where you could be more comfortable. He shuffled over to you quietly not wanting to rouse you, attempting to slip his arms under you to pick you up. The soft groan of annoyance that slipped out between your lips had him pausing. You pushed at his chest insistently in your sleep, at one point kicking your leg out narrowly missing his crotch, grumbling to get the fuck off you and let you sleep. You sounded like you were scolding an annoying sibling that wouldn’t leave you alone. He rolled his eyes, grabbing the pillow off his bed and tucking it behind your head instead. He would just let you sleep there if you were going to start cussing at him.

Taking one last glance around the room to make sure everything was secure, he put on his mask that covered his lower half of his face, concealing his identity and closed the door behind him. Locking it.

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The little bell above the door chimed as Dabi stepped into the small store. He nodded his head at the beta that was working the register, she was a pretty blonde that had taken quite a liking to Dabi. He was pretty sure she had no clue who he actually was, but he didn’t think she would be surprised. The part of town they were in wasn’t known for being a particularly safe neighborhood.

Dabi meandered through the store isles, picking up what he needed and placing it into the tiny basket that the store provided. He glanced through the shampoo and soap collection… he was pretty sure most girls used conditioner for their hair. Should he get you one that was made for omegas? Or should he get the one that matches the shampoo he uses at home… it wouldn’t be as obvious if he got the one that matches his stuff… and he did love them smell of it on you.

He groaned softly, leaning his head on the top shelf in front of him. Why was he even thinking like this? He was acting like he was pussy whipped. He hadn’t been this considerate of another person in years. In fact, he regularly used girls just to get through his ruts and then would kick them out right after, not even bothering to hear their name. Never has he ever given a shit if they were comfortable or what they would enjoy. He hasn’t cared about any of that shit since he left you behind at that damned house. Yet the second you are back in his life he has his tail tucked between his legs ready to bend to your every whim. You didn’t even want anything to do with him. Fuck, you were literally following his little bro-, that stupid brat around like he was your world just this morning. Like you… actually wanted him. Maybe you did... or maybe the looks you used to give him were all just an act for self perseverance and you were just using the same tactic on the kid.

“What’s wrong handsome? Bad hair day?”

Dabi lazily glanced over to the beta greeting him, having left her stool at the checkout counter to come check on one of her favorite customers. Dabi knew the beta wanted his attention. She had mentioned it one too many times that she could handle a rut just as well as any omega. Hell, Dabi had been seriously considering taking her for a test drive before all of this happened. She was pretty, in a slutty kind of way, perky. He raked his eyes down her body, a frown tugging at his lips as he compared her to you. He preferred you.

“What? You don’t like what you see?” A pout was growing on her lips and Dabi internally rolled his eyes at her pitchy whine. She would never be able to get his mind off of you. It wasn’t worth it.

“Sorry babe. I’m just not feeling great.” This placated her slightly, enough so that she rolled her eyes before turning back to the counter to busy herself with work once more.

Dabi looked back at the selection in front of him, grabbing the matching conditioner to what he already had in shampoo. He continued on with his shopping at a faster pace now, just wanting to get back to you, to your scent. He paused just before the counter, a collection of nesting blankets up on the wall in front of him of varying styles.

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Touya was on fire, but this time the fire wasn’t visible, and it wasn’t because of his quirk. His face was bright red as he stood in front of you, a crudely wrapped present in his hands, your F/C ribbon tied around it with a bow that was a little lopsided.

He had rushed into the kitchen where you and his mother Rei were working on putting together dinner after coming home late from training with his father. His mom had sent him a knowing smile, ruffling his hair to his annoyance, before excusing herself to another room leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen.

He was bursting with anxiety as he handed you the present, watching as you gingerly pulled one side of the ribbon letting it unravel, and pulling the wrapping apart to uncover the soft fur blanket that was bundled inside. The way that your face lit up, your cheeks turning as red as his own as you pulled the blanket out of the wrapping and up to your face to breathe in the smell that he had spent time making sure was covering the entire blanket made all his worries disappear. You liked it.

“I know, that this isn’t really the traditional way since… well you know.., but I wanted to get you something… I wanted to ask you to… if you wanted..” Touya was tripping over his words. Nothing seemed right. Nothing could explain the feelings he had for you, that he knew would only grow as you both reached presenting age, and not to mention maturity after that, he knew that this was only the beginning to what he had hoped would be a long life with you by his side. Even at such a young age, he knew you were it.

You could feel it too, he thought. You were always so kind to him, even though his father had bought you with the sole purpose of being Touya’s omega just to breed your quirks once you were older. You had always cared for him in a way that was different than how his parents had cared for each other and the moments that you two stole away to be alone convinced Touya that maybe you would be okay with the life that you were forced to live, as long as he was there with you.

The smile that you gave him melted his heart and he smiled back as you nodded. You knew what he was trying to say, you always did.

About three day’s later, Endevor set that blanket up in flames. Belittling the small omega for messy nesting habits, the young alpha for wasting time on courting an omega he already owned.

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Dabi shook his head, grabbing the blanket closest to him causing the beta at the counter to raise her eyebrows, throwing it up on the counter along with his basket of items. He quickly picked out his cigarettes, paying for the items and slipping out of the shop without another word. He wanted to get back to his Omega.

Once he was back in his apartment, after confirming you were still indeed asleep, he went to work grumbling the whole time to himself about his omega like behavior, putting the items he bought away, the conditioner being slipped inconspicuously in the shower for later use if you wanted. He made quick work of cleaning up the small room of his apartment, even stopping to pick up his clothes and put them in the dirty hamper, along with yours that were discarded on the floor. He felt so restless, anxiously glancing over at the bag with the blanket in it every few minutes before he finally gave up and just spread the blanket across your lap not bothering to scent it. You would ask him if you wanted him to.

Finally, he collapsed onto his bed, peeling his hoodie off and balling it up to use it as a makeshift pillow. He probably should have grabbed a second one while he was out, but he didn’t think about it. He let his mind roam, tucking his arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling breathing in your scent, a smirk coming to his lips as he relaxed from the smell. He didn’t need the help of some perky beta, not when he knew he could have you.

#bnha omegaverse #alpha dabi #omega reader #bnha #mha #mha omegaverse #dabi is touya #dabi is a todoroki #dabi #dabi x y/n #dabi x female reader #dabi x you #dabi x reader #crispy

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slasherhaven · 4 years

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Slashers react to Big and strong S/O that has muscles of steel and could totally carry them with ease????? I just want their heads to explode from the sheer AWE that their S/O is so strong 👉🏻👈🏻 I wanna hold my babies

The Slashers with a Strong Muscular S/O:

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy likes it!

He’s less nervous around you because he isn’t as afraid of accidently hurting you or scaring you. And he doesn’t have to worry as much about you. He will still worry like crazy though, it’s just who he is.

Your strength is genuinely impressive. He’s not really met many people, none that he paid much attention to anyway, but you instantly catch his eye.

Just like you could watch him working all day, watching his muscles move, he could do the exact same with you. Cut to Luda May hitting you both on the back of the head, telling you to stop staring and get back to work.

Hoyt is definitely doing to make you do some work around the house, more than just household chores. More like dealing with victims or stripping the cars.

No matter how big and strong you are, Tommy is never going to like the idea of you dealing with the victims or being in dangerous situations. So your primary job will probably be dealing with the cars.

Michael Myers

Oh yeah...yeah, he likes that...

He loves your solid figure, that you’re nearly as imposing as him.

Something about the possible competition is almost exciting.

Fight! Fight! Fight! Seriously, spar with him. He both wants to prove that he is stronger than you and wants to test you.

He takes it easy on you at first, just wanting to study you a little. He will eventually put in more effort, surprised and impressed when you manage to hold your own pretty well. You’re the first and oh no, that’s hot.

Your strength is a huge turn on for Michael.

Whether he wins, pinning you underneath him, or if you manage to pin him beneath you...he’s interested.

Jason Voorhees

If you think your strength will stop him from worrying about you, you are dead wrong! He still worries about you getting hurt out in the woods. He does worry less than if you were a lot smaller though, so that’s something.

He does find your strength impressive and finds himself admiring you.

Oh wait, no! Put that down! Don’t strain yourself!

He is such a worrier but it’s endearing. If you tell him to back off, he will. And will just worry from afar.

You did a lot of heavy lifting when renovating the cabin and he kept getting distracted watching you, blushing behind the mask when you caught him.

Takes some time but you finally convince him to let you help set up the traps in the woods.

Brahms Heelshire

As soon as Brahms sees you from inside the walls he is...curious. You just look so...strong.

Once you know about him and you’re together, use your strength to impressive him.

He will just sit with his chin resting on his hand, drooling as he watches you do some heavy lifting.

When did you get a lap dog? Oh well, doesn’t matter, you have one now. Seriously, Brahms loves just making himself comfortable on your lap.

Hold. This. Man.

He fell asleep in the lounge once and, instead of waking him up, you just carried him to bed. This was a mistake because he LOVES it. Now you must carry him everywhere. Joking...mostly.

Will definitely pretend to be asleep so you have to carry him up to bed.

Will not complain about being cradled in your arms. Shut up, he likes it. You make him feel so safe and loved. Don’t stop.

Bo Sinclair

Admittedly, Bo wasn’t sure that he’d be attracted to somebody who challenges his dominance in Ambrose.

But god, he can’t deny that it kinda turns him on.

Tries to prove that he is stronger than you or something? Fails and huffs about it.

Do NOT pick him up. He will throw a tantrum and sulk for at least a week.

You will be expected to help out around town, doing some heavy lifting just like the other brothers.

Bo doesn’t actually have you working around the garage all that often, like he wants to prove that he can do it alone. Even though you already know that.

When you’re carrying something through town, you do catch him watching you quite often. He can’t help himself.

Shoot him a wink and he’ll instantly look away, muttering to himself.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent doesn’t see appearance as important but he can’t help but stare just a little bit.

Just look at those muscles! He will be sketching them for a while to come.

Will absolutely blush if you catch him staring or find anyway of his drawings.

He is impressed by your strength.

He appreciates your help but gets annoyed if Bo tries to pressure you into hauling bodies around or something else you might be uncomfortable with.

Vincent doesn’t like being picked up but is still impressed that you can do it.

But he does like it when you’re laying together and you wrap those strong arms around him. It makes him feel so safe.

Lester Sinclair

Oh god, you’re so hot. Oh god, what does he do. AHHH-

Will shamelessly stare at you, not even caring when Bo makes a comment about it.

Lester is not going to complain if you pick him up, the more time he spends in your arms the better.

So many piggy back rides.

You’re also very useful to have around when it comes to discarding of victims’ vehicles and dealing with roadkill, only if you’re comfortable with the gore of that of course.

Bubba Sawyer

This man is so in awe of you no matter what you do.

His brothers are trouble makers. Can you lift this? Can you lift that? How far do you think you can throw this?

Can you pick up Bubba?! Oh you can?! Poor boy is a flustered mess but babbles as if to compliment you. Your strength is really impressive.

Drayton will try to get you to do some more work, which you don’t mind. Everyone has to pull their weight and you understand that. But Bubba isn’t at all happy when he tries to get you to deal with the victims.

He knows you’re perfectly capable but...he still doesn’t want you getting involved with all that.

Billy Lenz

Billy thinks your body and your muscles are absolutely drool worthy.

Lots and lots and compliment and comments. He practically rambles them off.

When you’re holding him, you can hear him murmuring about your muscles and strength. You can also hear it when he’s watching you do some heavy lifting, he thinks that’s really hot.

Sneak attacks! Will randomly jump out from anywhere and jump into your arms, expecting you to catch him. You do and he’ll cling to you like a koloa, arms around your neck and legs around your waist, giggling and muttering something about how strong you are.

Like Brahms, will pretend to fall asleep on the couch so that you have to carry him to bed.

Also likes to sit on your lap with your strong arms wrapped around him. It makes him feel safe.

Otis Driftwood

Is both intimidated and...turned on? To be fair, nearly everything turns Otis on.

He seems to be a pretty dominant figure in the family, often making most of the decisions, so he isn’t sure how to feel around you.

But that doesn’t stop him from thinking about you all the time and having various sketches of those impressive muscles.

Do not pick him up. He will stab you. Seriously though, he hates it.

Is very proud to have you by his side and likes to show you off.

He loves how much you intimidate victims. Even if it’s the other members of the family that they should be worrying about.

Baby Firefly

Baby won’t shut up about your build and strength. Lots of compliments and teasing.

Will definitely use you as an intimidation tactic. If she causes trouble outside of the house and gets a little in over her head, she’ll grab your arm and pull you towards her, telling the other that you’ll kick their asses.

Not actually a huge fan of being picked up but if she’s in a playful mood, she might jump up onto your back.

Is the walk to somewhere just too long? You’re carrying her on your back, sorry. Otis will roll his eyes at that.

Yautja (Predator)

Absolutely loves it. Yautjas generally view humans as relatively weak and fragile, so he thinks you’re just fascinating.

Lots and lots of sparring! It’s something that your mate enjoys doing anyway so he enjoys doing it with you even more, and he likes to see just what you are capable of.

Being realistic, you aren’t going to be able to defeat him. Not only is he likely stronger than you no matter what, he also has much more advanced combat training.

But if you can hold your own surprisingly well, he is still thoroughly impressed.

I’m sure you already figured this out but it’s a huge turn on for your Yautja mate!

#thomas hewitt x reader #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #billy lenz x reader #otis driftwood x reader #baby firefly x reader #yautja x reader #predator x reader #slashers x reader #slasher #Slashers #my writing

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quickspinner · 3 years

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Not Exactly a Loophole (but he'll take it)

Luka's got a crush on one of his regulars, but there's just one problem. His mom may not be big on rules, but when it comes to her bar Nanarchy's, the few she has are nonnegotiable--including the rule that employees are not allowed to ask out patrons. With Juleka also pining for a cute customer, Luka's determined to find a loophole...but the universe seems to have its own plans.

Rating: T (mostly for language)

This one is a belated birthday gift, but not for me--for the lovely @mamanabeille! It was meant to be a meet cute featuring EMT Marinette, but bartender Luka kinda stole the spotlight, so it didn’t quite come out like I intended, but I hope you all (and especially MA!) enjoy it anyway!

The bar was nearly empty the first time she walked in, but Luka was sure he would have noticed her in the craziest crowd. She paused in her approach to the bar when she saw him, but when Luka gave her a friendly smile and simply asked what he could get her, she came the rest of the way over and slid onto a stool, ordering her drink in a quiet, hesitant voice, pulling out her wallet..

“I thought Juleka was working tonight,” she said as he took her card and opened a tab for her.

“She will be.” He glanced at the clock. “In about an hour.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “An—“ She frowned, pulling out her phone, and then something seemed to click and she folded her arms, pouting, as he set up to mix her drink. Luka felt like pouting, too, over the fact that Juleka had seen her first. She was really cute.

“They told me the wrong time,” she grumbled. “Because they thought I would be late. Which means I nearly killed myself getting home to change and get back here for nothing .”

“Not for nothing,” Luka said easily. “Juleka’ll be here in an hour. We’re not busy, I don’t mind if you camp out. You look amazing, I’m sure she wouldn’t want to miss you.”

She looked a little confused for a moment, and then her eyes went round and she touched her fingertips to her soft red mouth. “Oh, n-no, I’m not, uh—I mean I don’t um—“

Luka winked at her. “It’s okay, I won’t tell her anything.”

“Rose!” she squeaked, waving her hands so frantically that Luka instinctively slid her drink out of the way. “I’m friends with Rose! She wanted to come while Juleka was working, and I had a—a bad experience at the bar I used to go to, and she said that kind of thing doesn’t happen here, and a bunch of us were supposed to meet up so Rose could fli—TALK! To Juleka and the rest of us could have a drink and hang out in peace but they gave me the wrong time because I’m late for everything, but for once I’m not late and now I’m stuck here with you and—“ She slapped a hand over her mouth and looked so horrified that Luka could only laugh.

“Well, Rose is right, we don’t allow any kind of disrespectful behavior here, my mom’s very strict about it. She values Nanarchy ’s reputation as a safe space and she’s very particular about it. I promise you, being her son wouldn’t excuse me from an ass-kicking if I was inappropriate with you, or stood by while anyone else was, so feel free to hang out and wait for your friends.” He picked up another glass, flipped it in his hand before scooping it full of ice, and then he filled it with water and set it in front of his reluctant customer. “My name’s Luka, just let me know if you need anything.”

He lingered long enough for her to smile tentatively back at him, and then busied himself far enough away from her that she wouldn’t feel crowded, setting up the wells and making sure everything was stocked and topped off before the rush started.

Marinette nursed her drink and pouted, annoyed with her friends for wasting her time this way. Sure, she was always late, but her job was demanding and she wasn’t always in control of when she was able to leave. She couldn’t just ditch Adrien to handle it all, that would be mean. As it was, she’d been late leaving her shift today, and she had scrambled home to get home and get herself presentable and get here in time.

Then she walked in, triumphantly on time and not even in her work clothes, and those losers she called friends weren’t even here! And then she got all confused and tongue-tied and practically preemptively accused the cute bartender of harassment, even though in two minutes of conversation she could tell that he wasn’t anything like that guy that ran Graham’s and—

She groaned quietly and dropped her head on her arms.

Luka didn’t look back at her, but there was a slight quirk of his lips and the tiniest motion of his head in her direction that said he knew she was watching him. He set the two handful of beers he had just picked up on the bar in front of him and dipped a hand in his back pocket, coming out with a bottle opener spinning on one finger. He flicked the caps off the bottles in quick succession and then with another twirl, the bottle opener went back to his pocket like a six-shooter into a cowboy’s holster in some old western. Marinette giggled, and only then did he tilt his head in her direction and wink.

Marinette squeaked and buried her suddenly red face back in her arms. She was pretty sure she heard a low chuckle from down the bar.

Juleka walked in about forty-five minutes later. She took one look at Luka and asked, “What happened?”

“Hmm?” Luka looked up at her from where he was slicing limes.

“That’s the dumbest grin I’ve ever seen on your face,” Juleka commented as she tied her apron on. “And that’s saying a lot. What gives?”

“Nothing,” Luka said, resisting the temptation to squirt her with lime juice. It was too early in the evening to escalate that far. “I’m just in a good mood.”

Juleka’s eyebrows raised. “You’re always in a good mood. You don’t always grin like a dope.” Luka opened his mouth to say something rude when they were both distracted by a surprisingly strong but very feminine voice carrying the length of the bar.

“Luka!” Both of them looked down the bar to the pretty dark-haired lady waving at him (and wincing slightly as she realized how loud she’d been), and Luka’s grin grew wider as he waved a hand to acknowledge her.

“I’ll get it,” Juleka said as he reached for a towel to clean his hands.

Luka took a step back to block her from getting around him. “Oh no you don’t. She’s my customer.”

Juleka blinked at him in surprise and then smirked. “Oh. I see.”

“You see nothing,” Luka told her, tossing the towel at her face as he made a beeline down the bar. “Back off. You can serve their table later, but while she’s at the bar, she’s mine.”

“Never knew you were so possessive,” Juleka muttered, moving the towel aside with two fingers and dropping it into the dirty bin with a gesture of distaste.

“Laugh it up, I’m gonna get you back soon,” Luka called back, and turned to his customer. “Doing all right? What can I get for you?” he asked, smiling as he leaned his hands on the bar in front of her.

“My friends are almost here,” she said, setting her phone on the bar where he could see the message chain. “I was going to go ahead and order for them if that’s okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” Luka said, looking at the list of drinks. When he was sure he had the order, he leaned back and smiled at her. “You can go find a table if you want, I’ll get the drinks ready and have Juleka bring them to you.” He winked, and she giggled.

“That would be perfect. And...thanks, Luka,” she smiled, blushing a little, and he thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest. “My name’s Marinette, by the way. Which...you actually probably knew, because you opened my tab, um...”

“I did,” he grinned, and began setting up glasses on the bar top. “But it’s nice to hear it from you.” Marinette gathered her things slowly; she’d spread out across the bar as she’d waited, with pens and a small notebook and a set of index cards with neat notes scattered across her part of the bar.

Luka pulled his mind to the task, picking up a jigger and flipping it in his hand. Realizing that Marinette was still watching him, he poured some liquor and then gave the jigger a flip around his hand as he made eye contact with Marinette. He had to chuckle when her eyes widened slightly and her face flamed up red. She forgot all about picking up her things as she watched him mix the drinks, and he struggled not to show off too much, amused at her fascination. He quirked an eyebrow at her and she suddenly remembered what she was supposed to be doing, and began picking her things up haphazardly. She reached for a pen, but knocked it with her fingers, sending it spinning off the back of the bar.

“Oh, I��m so sorry—” she exclaimed just as Luka’s hand snapped out and caught it before it could fall to the floor. Fortunately he hadn’t been holding anything liquid at the time, and he hastily picked up the shaker he’d dropped on the bar and set it back upright before handing Marinette her pen back.

“It’s okay,” he said soothingly. “No big, Marinette. Relax.”

She was staring at him, her blue eyes round, and slowly she took the pen back from him. “Thanks,” she whispered, and shrank a little, tucking the last few things in her purse.

“My pleasure,” Luka smiled. “Seriously, Marinette, you’re here to unwind. Don’t sweat the small stuff, okay? No pressure here. Just take your time.” He flipped a shaker up over his shoulder and caught it behind his back, and Marinette put her chin in her fist and pouted again.

“How do you do that?” she asked enviously. “I’m such a klutz when I’m not focusing.”

“Practice,” Luka shrugged. “I’ve been working here since I was old enough to be behind the bar, so. It’s not really anything special, but it makes pretty girls smile, so…” He grinned at her, and then motioned behind her. “Table six is the quietest, over there by the wall. I’ll have the rest of these done in just a minute, and—”

“Marinette!” someone squealed from the door and Luka chuckled.

“—And there’s your friends,” he said, as Marinette turned and waved.

She turned back and gave him a smile that nearly knocked him off his feet. “Thanks a bunch, Luka, really. You’ve been great.”

“Any time,” he barely managed to answer, and had to swallow quickly afterwards. He mixed the rest of the drinks on autopilot, his eyes darting back to Marinette as she and her friends settled at their table. He saw the petite blond with her raise her hand and wiggle her fingers, and a quick glance down the bar showed him Juleka standing as if she had been hit in the back of the head with a board, a faint rosy color tinting her pale cheeks.

Luka grinned and loaded the cocktails on a tray before carrying them down to her. “These are for six,” he told her, and she looked at him stupidly. Luka smirked. “You know that saying about people who live in glass houses?” he grinned, nudging her arm before he headed back to the next customer waving for his attention. “Don’t drop anything,” he called back, and heard Juleka snort.

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Girls Night was no longer the trial that it used to be. Marinette loved everything about Nanarcy’s . Their aesthetic was cool and unique, their atmosphere was fun and chaotic in a controlled way, their live music nights were amazing, and they didn’t overpour, so everybody was only as drunk as they wanted to be at the end of the night.

And their bartenders were hot. Rose was head over heels for the quiet, dark-haired Juleka, and Marinette was pretty well smitten by the kind, gentle man with the shaggy hair and the soft eyes, who never seemed to take offense no matter how many times she put her foot in her mouth. She’d never been as early as she had that first day, but she did rush just a little to beat the girls there, so that she could sit and talk to Luka for a bit before the rush hit.

He was just so nice , and easy to talk to, and perceptive, and she always relaxed after a few minutes in his company.

Unfortunately Marinette couldn’t be early all the time, and the girls were already at their table and there was already a crowd at the bar before she arrived.

She stood on her tiptoes, looking over the crowd, and saw Luka about the same time he saw her. He flashed her a broad grin that set butterflies wild in her stomach. She gave him a small wave and then formed her fingers into a d, their sign that she was the designated driver tonight. She saw him nod, and started working her way through the crowd to the bar.

Luka picked up his napkin and did that funny flick with his fingers that sent it spinning onto the bar right in front of her. Marinette really wanted to know how he did that, but his hand moved so fast she couldn’t follow it no matter how many times she watched him. She saw him chuckle at her pout as he flipped a tumbler in his hand, filled it with ice and soda water, and then set it on the napkin. “Good to see you, Marinette,” was all he had time to say, but his warm, smooth voice still made her melt a little on the inside.

She lingered at the bar for just a moment, watching him joke and banter as he flipped and spun bottles and tumblers and shakers, dropping them to catch behind his back, his movements all smooth and practiced. He’d told her once that what he did wasn’t actually that hard, but it still looked like magic to her. It had surprised her at first; he’d struck her as a quiet, laid-back kind of guy, not someone who enjoyed crowds and attention—but then she’d seen him play with the band one night, and understood. Luka might be quiet on his own, but in front of an audience, he was a performer, and if she’d thought what he did behind the bar was impressive, seeing him on stage with his guitar was, well...breathtaking.

For all that flash, though, it was watching him shake a drink that made her go weak, eyes glued to the lines of his arms and the slight smirk on his face. Marinette picked up her soda and headed back to the girls’ table before she could embarrass herself by swooning on the bar. The girls gave her knowing looks when she arrived, but other than the smirks, they left her mercifully alone about her increasingly obvious crush.

Marinette felt fortunate that Rose was more fun to tease (and safer; Rose didn’t flail and knock over drinks when she got flustered). Rose blushed and denied and then gave herself away by sighing dreamily as she looked at the tall girl behind the bar. Marinette couldn’t help covering a snicker with her hand, though as her gaze followed Rose’s, her traitorous eyes snapped straight to Luka.

He seemed to be in some kind of one-up contest with his sister, the grin on his face positively wicked as he balanced a cocktail on a bar spoon on his forearm—which required to him to keep his arm flexed in a way that made the normally subtle swell of muscles along his arm much more obvious. Marinette groaned and leaned on Rose, who was peeking through her fingertips and trying not to squeal as Juleka rolled her eyes and set up a row of glasses in front of the bar. Twirling a bottle in each hand, Juleka smirked at Luka. Luka was good, but Juleka obviously outmatched him in this context. She was herself beautiful and elegant, with her hair tied back in a thick braid and perfectly done makeup that highlighted her fine bone structure. Her features were a little rounder than Luka’s sharp angles, and she was tall and slender without being as lanky as Luka. The pair of them together were unfairly attractive.

Juleka’s motions at the bar were fluid and graceful, without any wasted movement, and she was fast . She filled the cocktails on the bar in front of her, mixing them up first and then stacking the shakers to pour all four glasses at once. Then she turned to Luka, plucked the glass off of his spoon with a lifted eyebrow, and set it on her tray, swinging it up onto her shoulder. Luka made a laughing gesture that was clearly I surrender , and Juleka smirked as she went around the side of the bar.

“She’s so beautiful,” Rose swooned into Marinette’s side, and Marinette smiled, bumping her shoulder into Rose, who just flopped in the other direction to drape herself over Mylene and sigh some more. Marinette gave her friend an affectionate look, and then tried to school her expression as Juleka appeared at their table, setting cocktails in front of them with practiced ease and a quiet, “Welcome back,” with a subtle smile. Her eyes, though a different color, were as intense as Luka’s, and Marinette thought they stayed focused on Rose for a beat longer than the others. Then Juleka’s gaze flicked to Marinette’s drink and her eyebrows lifted slightly. “Refill?” she asked.

“No thank you,” Marinette said automatically, and Juleka nodded. Those amber eyes flicked back to Rose as she set the last cocktail down in front of her. “Enjoy,” was all she said, but there was a subtle quirk of a smile to her lips, and Marinette could feel Rose freezing like a deer in the headlights at her side. Then Juleka was gone again, her heavy braid swinging behind her, before Rose could even think of anything to say back.

“Ooh,” Rose moaned, frustrated, grabbing her drink.

“Next time,” Mylene said consolingly, patting Rose’s arm. “It’s busy here tonight. I’m sure she’ll be back when there’s more time to chat.”

That was true, Marinette thought, but still...they’d been coming here for weeks and things didn’t seem to be going anywhere. She’d thought Juleka was interested but maybe…

“You know what, I’ve changed my mind,” she said, picking up her glass and sliding out of her seat. “I think I do want a refill.”

“It just tastes better when Luka serves it,” Alix snickered, and Marinette pretended not to hear her as she made her way to the bar. She needed some answers, and maybe it was time to try the direct approach.

Luka was hopeless, he knew, watching Marinette’s table out of the corner of his eye even as he teased Juleka. He didn’t care if it made sense or not; he was crazy into the girl, and her mere presence made him feel more alive.

Juleka snatched his cocktail and Luka had to move quickly to catch the bar spoon and dump it in the bin. He waved Juleka off with a laugh and glanced back at the table again where Marinette was consoling her little blond friend, who was clearly suffering after Juleka’s display. That only made him grin wider.

Luka allowed himself one lovesick sigh. Marinette was so beautiful, and he loved the way she put so much individuality into the way she dressed, and the contours of the muscles in her arms as she waved them about, talking with her hands. She was funny, and she was sweet, and she was smart , and every time she came in he entertained fantasies of quitting on the spot, confessing his love, and running off with Marinette in the rain (he wasn’t sure why it was always raining in his fantasies, but it seemed to fit her for some reason). His mom would probably forgive him. Eventually.

Juleka would kill him though, and besides, he liked his job and he got to see Marinette almost every week. And...maybe he was a little bit chicken. Just a tiny bit. There was every chance that instead of falling into his arms and agreeing to run away with him, Marinette would be startled and freaked out and run away without him, and then he’d be out of a job with a broken heart in the bargain. Just because she liked joking around with him, and watching him (because he definitely didn’t miss her eyes on him, with as often as his were on her), didn’t mean she was interested in the reality of dating him—especially if he were suddenly jobless.

So the fantasies would stay just that for now.

Ugh, sometimes he really wanted to...hug his mother in a bone-crushing but loving way and tell her that for someone so hung up on freedom, her rules were a righteous pain in his ass.

That would probably get him fired too. If you fire me, I’ll have to come live back at home with you , he mentally argued with his imaginary mother, but it didn’t work any better in his imagination than it would have in real life.

Unfortunately Juleka didn’t seem to be having any better luck than he did. Luka had a half-formed plan to call in a favor so he could get Juleka cut early, so that she could run into Rose on her way out and get around Anarka’s rules that way, when he was startled out of his thoughts by someone calling his name.

Luka was moving down the bar to smile at Marinette before he’d even fully processed that she was calling him, but the crease between her brows made him hesitate slightly.

“Juleka didn’t get you a refill?” he asked, but Marinette shook her head.

“I told her I didn’t need one, and then I changed my mind.” She set her glass on the table and nudged it towards him. “Also...well, I want to ask you something.” She shifted uncomfortably, and Luka swallowed as if that would keep the sudden butterflies in his stomach confined there.

“Anything,” he said glibly, with a smile that showed no trace of his nervousness. “What’s on your mind?”

“Well, it’s just...do you think…” She glanced up at him shyly, and looked down, cheeks pinking.

Luka leaned his elbows on the counter and lowered his head, cocking it slightly to show he was listening. His fingers laced together and squeezed tight in front of him.

“Does Juleka like Rose?” Marinette asked, glancing nervously back at their table.

Luka blinked. “Ah…”

“Before you answer,” Marinette said quickly, turning back to him. “It’s just that Rose really, really likes Juleka, but Juleka hasn’t...well she does flirt some, but Rose isn’t sure, and...I just don’t want to be encouraging her to pursue something hopeless, so I’d really appreciate it if you’d tell me now if Juleka’s not interested in her. I won’t say anything to Rose, not directly, I just...if it’s not going to happen, I can maybe get her to—”

“It’s not hopeless,” Luka interrupted, trying not to laugh, though whether at his own stupidity or Rose and Juleka’s, he wasn’t sure. “It’s definitely not hopeless. The only thing hopeless is my poor little sister.”

“Oh,” Marinette breathed, and then smiled. “Okay then. I’ll tell Rose not to give up?”

“Definitely not,” Luka confirmed, straightening. “But we’re not allowed to ask out customers, so she’s either got to catch Juleka on off hours or make the first move herself. Mom’s a real stickler about it. I’d get in less trouble for being high on the job than hitting on a customer.”

“Oh,” Marinette’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh, I see. I...I guess that makes sense. And Rose hasn’t wanted to be creepy if Juleka was just…” She blushed, surprisingly intensely. “You know, being nice because it’s her job.”

Luka snorted. “Juleka’s not nice.”

Something hit the back of his head and Luka straightened to find Juleka glaring at him. “What are you saying about me, jerk?” she demanded, and Luka rolled his eyes, looking back at Marinette.

“See?” he grinned.

“Shut up and move,” Juleka grunted, shoving his arm until he stepped aside for her to get by.

“Someone’s in a mood,” he called after her, and she turned her back to the bar and flipped him off where only he could see.

“Rude,” he chuckled, and focused back on Marinette. “Look, I can’t speak for her, but as her brother...I don’t think your friend has anything to worry about, yeah?”

Marinette gave him a dazzling smile. “Thanks Luka. I really appreciate it.”

“Anything for you,” he grinned automatically.

“Send us another round for the table when you get a chance?”

“Sure. I’ll have Jules drop it off.” He winked at her, and her smile got even brighter.

“Perfect.” She gave a happy little bounce before she hopped off the stool and went back to the table. Luka watched her go, and saw her look back at him over her shoulder. He sighed.

“Dumbass,” he said to himself, shaking his head as he turned away to get their drinks ready.

Well, at least Juleka would be happy. If Rose still felt weird about asking her out, he could still try and get Juleka cut early the next weekend. Victor was always asking for more hours, surely he’d do Luka a favor if it meant weekend night tips…

Not that that helped Luka any. He looked back towards Marinette’s table and sighed.

Well, he’d get his own chance eventually—or he’d make one, if he had to.

***

“I’m missing girl’s night,” Marinette huffed, throwing herself behind the wheel. She was missing seeing Luka, she thought petulantly. Her one night a week to see him and she was missing it because Adrien had said something stupid to the person resonsible for their schedules, and she was his partner, so she was guilty by association.

“I said I was sorry,” Adrien sighed, hauling himself up into the passenger side of the ambulance.”

“Say it again,” Marinette grumbled.

Adrien groaned, slumping into his seat. “I promise that I have never in my life been more sorry than I am at this moment, facing this whole shift with you in this mood.”

Marinette glared at him, but the radio called their attention.

Their first few calls were simple enough, but the next one made Marinette suck in her breath sharply.

“What?” Adrien asked, looking at her.

“That’s my girls’ night bar,” Marinette breathed. “26-year-old male…it could be Luka...”

Adrien raised an eyebrow at her. “You want to pass it on?” he asked, not unkindly.

Marinette shook her head. “Nobody else is even close. Let’s go, but you take lead if it’s—if it’s someone I know.”

“It’s probably not,” Adrien reassured her, flipping on the lights and sirens.

Marinette made a noncommittal noise, trying to ignore the cold weight that had settled in the pit of her stomach. Adrien put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed—and then braced himself as Marinette pulled out into traffic.

When they walked into the bar, they had to shove their way through the crowd that had formed in a ring being kept back by a man and a woman wearing shirts that identified them as security.

“Marinette!” Rose cried, waving at her with one hand, and for an instant, Marinette froze.

Luka was sitting in a chair, looking dazed. He kept trying to get up, but Juleka shoved him back down with one hand. Rose was pressing a blood-stained towel to his head.

“Oh no,” Marinette murmured. Adrien squeezed her arm, and then moved past her, his stride purposeful. Marinette pulled herself together and followed, pressing her lips together. This was her job, after all, and she was good at it. It was just another call, and Luka would be fine.

Luka was confused as hell, and his brain didn’t quite feel connected to his body. He was vaguely aware that his head hurt, but he couldn’t seem to make sense of what was going on. He’d woken up on the floor, and then he’d nearly fallen when he tried to stand, and Juleka had shoved him into a chair and fluttered over him, alternately swearing at him and sounding at the edge of tears, and Luka still had no idea what was going on.

“What happened?” he asked.

“You’re a fucking idiot, that’s what happened,” snapped Juleka. “We have bouncers for a reason , dumbass.”

“Bouncers?” Luka asked, bewildered. He blinked, trying to focus and clear the fog from his mind. The room didn’t seem to want to be still. It wasn’t spinning, exactly, just tilted to the left slightly. A flash of white crossed his vision and he focused on it for a moment, and then blinked again, still confused and sure he couldn’t be seeing what he was seeing. “Marinette?”

“Hey, Luka,” she smiled, leaning over him.

Luka grinned. “Hi.” Then he frowned. “Thought you were working tonight.”

“I am working,” Marinette said gently, pulling something out of her breast pocket, and Luka vaguely registered that the white he had seen was some kind of uniform shirt. Then he jumped slightly and blinked as she shone a light in his eyes. “He lost consciousness?” she asked, but then Luka was distracted from Marinette as someone else took his arm. He blinked down at a blond man that had knelt next to his chair and was pulling... stuff out of a bag beside him.

“Yes,” Rose confirmed from somewhere behind him.

“Luka, was it?” the blond man asked. “I’m Adrien. What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Kentucky sunrise,” Luka muttered. “Told Jules to keep an eye on the guy, he seemed shady.”

“He was shady,” Juleka said, fingers squeezing on his shoulder. “He got nasty and I told him to leave, and he grabbed me, and then this idiot jumped the bar to come get involved and—it’s kind of a blur after that, but he got Luka in the head with a glass or a bottle or something.”

“Where’s the guy now?” Marinette asked.

“Ivan’s got him in the back, waiting for the cops.”

Luka tried to follow the conversation, but he couldn’t seem to concentrate for very long. Adrien started asking him questions, and Luka’s world greyed out a bit as he tried to focus enough to give the right answer. They seemed like really dumb questions, and Adrien kept touching Luka’s head where it hurt. Luka tried to push his hands away, but Marinette caught Luka’s hand and squeezed it tight. Luka looked back at her, focusing on the cool blue of her eyes. She asked him something, but he didn’t quite catch it.

Fuck, he was tired. He just wanted to get somewhere quiet and dark and less peopled and go to sleep.

Marinette’s hand on his cheek brought him back to reality a bit. She was frowning. “Luka, do you feel sick?”

“No,” Luka sighed, eyes fluttering closed. “Just tired.”

“Luka,” Marinette said sharply, and he opened his eyes again. “Don’t go to sleep, okay?”

Luka whined, but tried to keep his eyes open. He leaned his head on Juleka’s stomach, and felt her hand stroke gently through his hair. He must really be messed up, he thought with mild amusement, for Jules to be that gentle.

“I think we better take him in for evaluation,” Marinette said to...someone. “He’s definitely got a concussion, and that head lac needs stitches.”

“Agreed,” said Adrien, and Luka began to lose the battle to stay awake. “Come on, stay with us.” Someone squeezed Luka’s arm, and Luka struggled to open his eyes again.

Luka lost track of what was going on after that, moving mechanically when someone asked him to and just trying to stay awake. The only thing he really registered was Marinette leaning over him in the back of the ambulance, stroking his hair back from his face and looking at him with such softness that his breath caught even through his fog. “I’ll drive,” she said. “Take care of him for me.”

Luka was confused until Marinette disappeared from his side and Adrien settled in next to him instead, a faintly amused look on his face. “She must really like you,” Adrien commented under his breath. “She hates to give up the action and drive.”

Luka smiled weakly.

***

The hospital was a confused sequence of waiting rooms and big noisy machines, but as they sat through it all, Luka began to regain some focus and clarity, and by the time they came to tell him that he was fine, he pretty much was, aside from the throbbing in his head where they’d stitched the wound closed and the anesthetic was wearing off.

“We’re going to keep you the rest of the night for observation,” the ER doctor told him, “But unless there’s any sudden changes, you should be good to go tomorrow. Just take it easy for the next few days.”

Luka didn’t bother to argue since the night was mostly gone anyway. All he really cared about was getting to a bed, now that they had cleared him to sleep.

When he woke up in the morning, Juleka was sitting next to his bed.

“Hey, dummy,” she said, when he turned his head to look at her.

“Hey,” he sighed. “Can I go home yet?”

Juleka snorted. “Knowing hospitals, it’ll take all day just to fill out the paperwork to get you out of here.

Luka made a face. “Probably true, actually.” He sighed and laid his head back, lolling it over to look at her. “Tell me you at least got a date out of it.”

Juleka blushed, and dropped her gaze, a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. “She’s a nurse at this hospital, do you know?” Juleka mumbled, fiddling with her fingers. “She stayed with me the whole time they had you doing all those tests. We’re...having dinner tonight when she gets off work.”

“Awesome,” Luka grinned, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.

Juleka took a moment to collect herself, and then she lifted her head and grinned at him. “Now it’s your turn.”

“God I wanna marry that girl,” Luka groaned, smiling dreamily. “Gorgeous and smart and funny and a badass. This is it. I’m totally gone for her, Jules.”

Luka didn’t need to see Juleka’s smirk, he could hear it in her voice. “What else is new?” she snorted.

Another memory surfaced and he grimaced. “I’m not sure puking all over her partner in the back of her ambulance made the kind of impression I was hoping for.”

“Don’t worry,” a male voice chuckled. “You’re not the first, and I’m sure you won’t be the last.”

Luka and Juleka both looked towards the door. Marinette and her golden-haired partner were standing there in clean uniforms. Luka felt a sudden flutter in his stomach. The EMT uniform didn’t do much for her, compared to her usual perfectly tailored clothes, but...she looked strong and confident and in charge, and it was definitely doing things for him. Her hair was tied back and pinned up, but that just made her beautiful eyes more prominent, and the same smile tilted her sweet lips.

He suddenly remembered what he and Jules had been talking about. Oh God, did she hear him? Luka swallowed nervously.

Marinette gave him a little wave, her shoulders hunched slightly. “I hope you don’t mind that we stopped by,” she said shyly. “I— We just wanted to see how you were doing.”

Adrien grinned broadly, clearly amused, and Juleka began to snicker. She leaned over and whispered to Luka, “Your heart monitor’s going crazy, dumbass.” Then she kissed his forehead. “Call me when they’re ready to let you out of here.” She walked away from the bed, and Luka realized too late that she was planning to leave him there with Marinette.

He registered about that time that the monitor behind him was indeed beeping frantically and felt himself flush. He fiddled with the clip on his finger, but if he took it off the nurses would come charging in, so he took some deep breaths, trying to get himself under control as Juleka stopped to exchange a quiet word and a hug with Marinette, with a quick handshake for Adrien.

Adrien and Marinette approached the bed and Luka reached up self-consciously to smooth his hair before remembering the bandage on his head. He extended his hand towards Adrien instead.

“Hey, man, I really am sorry for throwing up all over you,” Luka told Adrien. “I swear, I didn’t know it was coming.”

Adrien smiled ruefully as he shook Luka’s hand. “I’m used to it. Sometimes I think I have a target on my chest.”

“Serves you right for always wearing such expensive shoes,” Marinette huffed.

“They’re comfy!” Adrien protested.

Luka chuckled and looked at Marinette, taking in the uniform and trying to recalibrate his mental image of her to include this new information. It wasn’t as hard as it seemed like it should have been; she’d always had that something about her that said she could do anything, and she was certainly fit enough to be hauling people around, and the impulse to help people fit in with her sweet nature.

He really hadn’t thought he could fall any harder, but looking at her now—staring at her, he realized abruptly—he accepted that this hole was a lot deeper than he’d realized.

Marinette leaned over the side of his bed and reached toward his hair. “May I?” she asked, and at Luka’s nod, she parted his hair to peek under his bandage at the stitches. She was close enough that Luka could smell the faintest hint of sweet vanilla even past all the medical smells. The monitor began to beep warningly again and Luka thought he saw the corner of her mouth twitch. Her fingers skimmed his cheek as she lowered her hands. “It looks good. You probably won’t even notice it with your hair covering it.”

“Thanks,” Luka said stupidly, not really sure how one was supposed to react to a compliment on how well one’s head was sewn back together.

“How do you feel?” she asked, straightening a little.

“Not too bad,” Luka shrugged. “Still have a headache, but it’s much better.”

Marinette frowned. “What are they giving you for pain?” She looked at the board in his room without waiting for him to answer, and gave a slight sigh. “Well, that should fade soon, hopefully. As long as your imaging came back normal—” Luka nodded. “—it should just be a question of paperwork.” She laid her hand over his and squeezed. “You should be back behind the bar in no time. No more fights though, okay? You scared me, when we got the call for your address.”

“Sorry.” Luka gave her a lopsided smile. “Can’t say I wasn’t wishing to see you, but that wasn’t what I had in mind.”

Marinette giggled, her eyes darting away and her teeth catching her lip for a moment before she looked back at him, a bright smile slowly growing across her face. For a moment they just stared at each other. Adrien raised his eyebrows and put his hands in his pockets, wandering back across the room.

Luka barely noticed. Marinette was looking at him and he had never seen her eyes so soft before. Except—except that one moment when she’d been leaning over him on the gurney, and she’d promised him he was going to be okay, and then she’d looked up at Adrien and said take care of him for me…

He was so transfixed by her eyes that he didn’t react to her leaning over the bed until he felt her hand on his chest and her breath on his face, and then he only had time to gasp and close his eyes as her lips found and caressed his in a soft and tender kiss. He leaned into it as much as he dared, and managed to move his mouth to kiss her back, electric thrills moving through him.

He followed her when she pulled back, and opened his eyes to stare at her in wonder as her lips left his.

“I’m dying,” he said flatly. “I’m dying and no one wants to tell me, is that it?”

Marinette giggled. “No more than everyone else.” Then she actually blushed and looked down. “I’ve maybe been thinking about doing that for a while now.” She glanced up through her lashes and a truly wicked smile slowly spread. “And trust me, when you actually are going to die, you’ll know it.”

Luka’s attempt at a reply became a strangled noise at the back of his throat.

There was a quiet cough from the other side of the room, where Adrien was turning red attempting to hold in his laughter. “I’m getting the feeling you didn’t actually need a wingman here,” he said.

“Take a walk, Adrien,” Marinette said in a warning tone, and leaned in to kiss Luka again. Luka moved to meet her, lips parting eagerly as he buried the hand not covered in wires in her hair, only vaguely aware of Adrien’s gusty sigh and the sound of the door opening and closing, or the rapidly accelerating beep of his heart rate monitor again.

Somewhere in the haze Luka realized he wasn’t on shift, and anyway Marinette had kissed him first, and Anarka’s rules didn’t matter anymore.

“Hey,” he mumbled in between kisses. “Want to—mm—get coffee sometime? After they let me out of here.”

“I’d love to,” Marinette sighed, and kissed him again. She giggled. “You should have told me about that stupid rule sooner. All this time, I’ve been waiting for you to make a move.” She pulled back and blinked for a moment, and bit her lip. “Um. I should probably tell you that I told my boss you’re my boyfriend.” She shrugged. “If I start dating you after you’ve been my patient, it’s weird, but if we were dating before that, then it’s just unfortunate coincidence, so…”

“I’m cool with that,” Luka said quickly. “Very cool.” They grinned like fools at each other for a moment, and then moved to kiss again.

They were interrupted by a knock on the door, and a nurse poked her head in. “Mr. Couffaine? We’ve been getting an alarm from your monitor—” She paused, taking in Marinette’s wrecked hair and two blushing faces. “Oh.”

Marinette giggled, hiding her face in his shoulder, and Luka groaned. “How much do I need to bribe you to turn that damn thing off for the next f—” he glanced at Marinette. “Ten minutes?”

The nurse rolled her eyes, but winked at them. “Just remember you’re supposed to be taking it easy,” she admonished, crossing the room and unplugging the monitor from the wall. “If anyone asks, you’re in the bathroom.”

“Yes ma’am,” Luka grinned as the nurse shut the door behind her, pulling Marinette back in.

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