#'another one of my friends (c) being mad at me' yeah okay not sure how well i'd deal with that one either đ. i could though. dw.
i never used to get boggarts in harry potter because as a child my deepest fear was 'the inevitable death of the universe' and i was like "okay boggart, how are you going to visualise that? turn into an image of the universe being destroyed? that would just look pretty cool. seeing a cool rendition of it wouldn't activate the fear" but now i am an adult (YIKES) and i wish my fears were that simple. i wish i could live in a world where my biggest problem was the fate of the universe itself. but no, going through my fears, my biggest fear is probably a certain friend of mine being mad at me but then thinking that i feared that too much and wouldn't show me it, hence her retreating from me and hiding the fact that she was mad at me, stopping us from working through it. And can you imagine how embarrassed i would be for her to see the boggart turn into a reclusive version of herself who won't talk to me!?
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pick up lines - [p.jackson]
pairing: percy jackson x reader
wordcount: 1.4K
warnings: none
I hated waking up.
Not that sleeping was particularly amazing, being a demigod and all, but waking up really sucked. I'd been resting peacefully (not), when I was rudely shaken from my sleep by the breakfast bell.
Unfortunately, I had never been an early riser, so most mornings, there was a mad rush, involving a lot of mess, losing everything I needed, and desperately trying, (and failing) to clean up my cabin before inspection, which was right after breakfast.
I was generally the one who had the messiest cabin during inspection.
I finally was dressed in jeans and an orange Camp Half-Blood shirt, with my h/c hair pulled away from my face. Then, I ran to the dining pavilion.
I was a daughter of Demeter, the plant goddess. Yeah, I'm sure most of you are thinking: Oh, wow, plants... But seriously, it's kinda cool. I do have some pretty sweet powers. I can grow any plants from practically nothing, control plants and stuff, and sense things in the earth. I can even use plants to travel instantly from one place to another, by just hopping through the trees, or seeds, or flowers, or weeds, or . . . whatever.
I slipped into my seat next to Katie Gardner, my elder sister. She was the counsellor for Cabin Demeter. Katie was super nice, but she was always busy at the moment, mostly hanging out with her new boyfriend, Travis Stoll, Son of Hermes.
"You slept in again," Katie whispered to me, trying, and failing epically, to hide her laughter. "We thought it was best not to try and wake you."
That was probably smart. If someone woke me up, they'd most likely leave that situation with a black eye and seeds growing in their skin. I can be fairly lethal when I want to be.
"I stated up too late again last night," I said back, my voice also low. I didn't like when other kids were listening in on my conversations, especially those Hermes kids.
"Doing what?" Katie smirked, like she knew something I didn't.
"Um..." What was I doing? Hanging out with my best friend of course. Who also happened to be the cutest and most popular guy at camp. The only current Son of Posiedon. Percy Jackson.
"I was with Percy, at the beach. We were finding lost starfish and chucking them back in the water..." My voice faltered. I wasn't good at lying. 'At the beach' was accurate. We'd been laying on a picnic blanket, watching the stars, and just talking about everything and anything, for hours. We did that almost every night. It was the best feeling in the world, just being with him.
"Uh huh." Katie turned back to her food. "He likes you, y/n, I'm sure of it. Just as much as you like him, I bet."
"Katie!" I hissed, my face beet red, but the words pleased me. I'd had a crush on Percy Jackson since the first day he arrived at Camp Half-Blood, tired and bruised and scratched from fighting the Minotaur. He'd limped into camp, stole my heart, and became the coolest guy at camp within a month.
And yes, I was in love with him. We'd been best friends for years, and we hung out all the time. How could I possibly not fall for him, with his stupid trouble-maker grin, his dark, messy hair, his sparkling sea-green baby-seal eyes, and his voice. He was, at least in my eyes, perfect.
***
Later, I was practicing my sword-fighting in the arena, hacking arms and legs and heads off the stuffed straw dummies. I'd never been the best fighter, but I felt like I was getting the hang of my sword.
"Are you a child of Hermes?" a joking voice rang out from behind me. I spun around, and came face to face with one of the Hephestus kids. Leo Valdez, maybe?
I blew my hair out of my face, breathing hard. "Um, no? Demeter, actually. Why?"
The boy, Leo, cracked a grin. "Because you stole my heart."
I blinked, not sure what to say. I never really spoke to any of the kids from Hephestus cabin, especially not this one.
"Uh, okay... thanks, I guess?"
Leo grinned again, then ran off without saying anything else. Okay... that was pretty weird.
I decided to go for a walk, to cool down and to stretch my legs a bit, so I headed for the basketball courts, where a bunch of kids were playing a really aggressive game.
I plopped down on the grass a few meters back from the courts, and watched the game. It looked like Ares and Apollo (a strange match), against Athena, Dionysus, and a couple other kids, like Jason Grace, Nico Di Angelo, and Percy.
I found myself watching Percy more than the other players, but snapped my eyes away from him once I realised. I didn't want anyone seeing me staring at my best friend.
After a while, the players called for a break, and Jason Grace approached me. "Oh, hey (Y/N)," he smiled at me, sitting beside me and taking a swig of water from a drink bottle.
"Hey," I said back. Again, I was surprised at why Jason was talking to me. He didn't usually. Demeter kids were looked over quite a bit, and Jason was one of the big shots - a child of Zeus. Of course, Percy was a son of Posiedon, and he talked to me, but that was different. I'd known Percy for years, even before we came here at twelve years old. I'd know him since he was seven.
"Are you a child of Hades?" Jason asked suddenly.
I frowned at him. "No. Demeter, actually. Why does everyone keep-?"
I was cut off by Jason grinning and saying: "Because I'm dying to call you mine."
I swallowed. "Um..."
Jason got up and walked away, heading back to his game. I was totally confused, so I stood up, brushed off my jean shorts, and decided to go to the strawberry fields, where I usually spent most of my time, among the plants. Plants always calmed me down, and this random guys telling me pick-up lines were a little stressful. I wasn't the kind of girl who normally got guys, anyway.
After a few minutes of walking up and down the strawberry aisles, I ran into Nico di Angelo. Nico wasn't usually the sort of person you ran into in the strawberry fields, so I was surprised.
"Oh, hi, Nico," I said cheerily, waving at him. Nico and I were actually pretty good friends, so I was glad to see him. We got along surprisingly well, considering our parents' rivalry. You know, the whole Persephone getting kidnapped thing.
"Are you a child of Hephestus?" Nico stammered, blushing with embarrassment.
At this point, I was utterly confused.
"No!" I said, frowning. "I'm a daughter of Demeter, and I know you know that, Nico. And why does everyone keep trying these stupid pick-up lines on me? Besides... you like guys, don't you?"
"Well, um..." Nico shrugged and ran off, leaving me in a state of helpless confusion.
I sank to my knees in the soft grass, picking at it with my fingers. "What's happening with me today?" I wondered aloud.
"Hey, are you Aphrodite?" a familiar voice asked. "Because you're divinely gorgeous."
I glanced up, meeting the sea-green eyes of my best friend. "Percy?" I asked. "You too? What's-?"
Percy stopped me, sitting down cross-legged beside me. "Hey, I've- I've liked you for ages, but I never told you because I was scared you'd not feel the same and so we'd lose our awesome friendship, but the guys found out and so they were trying to make me jealous enough to admit me feelings today, by trying out pick-up lines on you, so, well, I- I decided that I should just tell you.â
I sucked in a breath. "Oh my gods," I managed. "You stupid son of Posiedon."
"What?" Percy chuckled nervously.
"Are you a child of the Sea God?" I asked softly. "Because I'm drowning in your beautiful eyes."
Gathering all my courage, I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against Percy's, feeling him smile against my lips, and I couldn't have wished for anything more.
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FINAL GIRL | FIVE
You were his final girl.Â
And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.
p a r t  five  |  t h e  c a b i n (part I)
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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader
word count: Â 5.6k (IâM SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY)
warnings: s m u t (18 +!!!!!)
A/N: after 8 months of MIA, SHEâS BACK BABY!!! this is part 1 of 2 of our fav couple being at the cabin x next chapter will have soft moments I promise lmaoÂ
You should have been paying more attention.
If youâd been paying more attention, you wouldnât have had five sets of eyes currently watching your every move, waiting for an answer you didnât have. Why had you thought it was a good idea to stay up as late as you had packing your overnight bag for the cabin? If you had gone to bed at a reasonable hour, you wouldnât have been as braindead as you currently were and, if you hadnât been braindead, you wouldnât have wound up in whatever ring of hell you were currently stuck in as your friends stared at you as though youâd grown a second head.
You pleaded with your tongue to say anything, pleaded for your brain to register a decent enough lie to make this uncomfortable silence end but nothing came out of your mouth. Only a pathetic hum and a gusto of forced laughter.
You wanted to die.
It should have been an easy enough answer to what was an even easier question. One that youâd practiced answering for the last two days and yet, as the moment for the lie came and went, you were left scrambling like a fucking moron.
You didnât dare look at Billy as Sid curled into his side knowing if you managed to catch his coffee-coloured stare, youâd only be met with something between terror and amusement as you royally shit the bed. So, instead, you did the next best thing. You replayed the question over and over again in your head until you were driven mad.
âAre you up for a movie this weekend?â
It was a simple enough question, one youâd managed to decline easily enough but, as Tatum frowned and asked the one question you were expecting to hear, your mind went blank.
âWhy? What are you doing?â
The answer you were supposed to say: I have to babysit my cousin in Santa Rosa all weekend. The answer they got? Silence. Pure, awkward as fuck, silence.
âEarth to Y/N,â Tatum laughed, brows furrowing. âAre you alive?â
âSorry,â you huffed out a quiet laugh and shook your head, âI barely slept last night, Iâm braindead.â
While it wasnât a lie, you were still on edge. Youâd think after months of sneaking around with the asshole sitting in front of you that you would have chilled out a little more but not today. Maybe it was the nerves of a full weekend away with Billy Loomis as his girlfriend hosted a fucking movie night sans her boyfriend and best friend â but something was making you stumble over what should have been second nature to you.
âYou feeling okay?â Sid, the angel she was, asked with a small frown. Your stomach twisted in the familiar way it always did when your sweet friend showed concern. Concern which you most definitely didnât deserve. âYou seemâŠoff.â
It would have been so easy to confess your dark little twisted affair with Billy right then and there. To just open your mouth and let the truth of everything youâd been doing behind her back play out. But you knew it would break her heart and, more than that, you were a fucking coward.
âIâm fine, Sid,â you smacked on a small smile and leaned into your locker. You had one more class until you were home free. Free of your friendsâ inquiring eyes, free of Biology, free of Woodsboro. If you managed to get through this incredibly uncomfortable moment. âAnd I would if I could, trust me. I have to babysit my little cousin in Santa Rosa.â You feigned disappointment with a small frown. You could see Stuâs lips tug up in mild amusement out of the corner of your eye. âSheâs nine, so if I donât come back on Monday, know that she annoyed me to death.â
Randy scoffed and casually threw his arm around your neck. âEvery day Iâm thankful I donât have any snot-nosed kids in my family. Losing my weekend to babysit? Iâd rather rot.â
Despite your guilt, you managed a small smile as you looked across at him. âI think the kid would rather you rot, too. Youâd be a terrible babysitter.â
âSheâs right,â Tatum smirked, âyouâd show the kid one of your weirdo movies where a girl with big tits is running helplessly away from her killer. Itâd scar the kid for life.â
âOr,â Randy mused, âprepare them for the real world. Put some hair on their chest and all that shit.â
âFurthering my point, Meeks, youâd be a shit babysitter.â You laughed. âBut, yeah, Iâll be suffering at the hands of a nine-year-old, so you guys have fun without me.â
âHow about you, lover boy?â Tatum asked, looking across at Billy. âWill you be joining us this weekend?â
You should have averted your eyes. Should have done anything besides wait, with bated breath, to see what Billy would say. Slowly, those brown eyes tapered over towards you just briefly before looking at Tatum. With a casual shrug of his shoulders, Billy shook his head and leaned into Sid. âCanât,â he merely said, âIâm going up north with my dad. He wants to get some of his affairs in order or something, I donât know.â He ran a hand through his hair. âAll I know is I was promised free beer if I helped him. So, Iâm helping him.â
If Sid caught onto his lie, her face didnât betray her once. And, as she looked up at her boyfriend with doting eyes, you couldnât help but feel that pang of shame slice into your gut once again. She believed him. She always believed him. Believed you. Regardless of how good it felt to have Billy, that shame of knowing just who it was unwittingly hurting in the process never dissipated.
âYou sure you guys wonât need help?â Sid asked, further digging that knife of shame into your chest. âBesides this movie, Iâve got nothing else going on this weekend.â
âReal nice,â Randy teased. âSheâd rather watch Billyâs dad punch away at a fucking calculator then sit down with her nearest and dearest.â
Billy ignored Randy entirely as he glanced down at the brunette. âIâm sure,â he affirmed, giving her a quick squeeze. âEnjoy the movie night. Iâll be there for the next one.â
He lied so effortlessly, so casually, that it should have unnerved you. But it didnât. Because for as good of a liar Billy Loomis was, you were right here with him. This dangerous little game the two of you were playing was becoming second nature to you and for as much as it pained you to see Sidney get lied to, you couldnât help yourself.
You loved Billy. Billy loved you. Right person, wrong time. Only rather than wait like you knew you should have, Billyâs glow was much too enthralling to miss. You were both moths to each otherâsâ flames and no amount of guilt or shame was strong enough to outweigh the otherworldly affliction the two of you had for one another.
The bell signifying your final class rung out, snapping you out of your brief reverie as you blinked and focused on pushing Randy off of you. âWant to drive me to the bus station?â You asked him. âI donât want to drive all the way to Santa Rosa, so I bought a bus ticket.â
âTonight?â Randy considered it briefly before shrugging. âSure, I guess. Iâve got a shift tonight at seven, though. Whenâs your bus leave?â
âSix thirty,â you lied, mainly doing this so that should anyone drive by your house this weekend and see your car still neatly parked in your driveway, they wouldnât bat an eye. âI owe you.â
âYeah, you do,â Randy agreed. âAnd, lucky for you, I accept a lot of different payment options.â He wriggled his brows, earning a playful smack from you and an annoyed glare from Billy. Thankfully, Randy didnât catch onto the latter. âPick you up at six?â
You nodded. âPerfect.â
With your eyes flickering to Billyâs once more, you managed to shoot everyone a quick smile before disappearing down the hall towards Biology. Just how youâd managed to dance your way out of what could have been an incredibly awkward moment, you didnât know. But as you felt that weighty stare of Billyâs on your back as you walked away, there was an air of excitement that swallowed you whole.
No matter how much guilt you felt, no matter how sick it made you to see Sidney get hurt, even if she didnât quite know about just yet, there was a much larger part of you that couldnât wait to get Billy alone.
Because for the first time in the seven months since youâd started this torrid little affair, you were finally getting Billy all to yourself. No prying eyes, no secret kisses, no having to hide every part of your relationship with the man. None of that.
This weekend, it was you and it was Billy.
And you couldnât fucking wait.
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Randy, being the superstar he was, had dropped you off at the station a little after six-fifteen and by six-thirty-two, just around the time the actual bus was leaving for Santa Rosa, you were scrambling into Billyâs car with a wild grin on your face.
Just how the pair of you had managed to pull it off, especially given your brain lapse earlier in the day, was beyond you. But, as Billy tore off down the main street leading to the freeway, you couldnât help but feel a sense of freedom engulf you the farther and farther you got from town.
It was exhilarating.
And, as you glanced at Billy, who couldnât have looked more like a movie star with his dark locks blowing with the wind cascading in through his open window, you couldnât help but reach across the divide to gently squeeze his jean-clad thigh.
âThank you,â you found yourself muttering and as those brown eyes met yours, you couldnât help but grin. âFor your stupid key proposal. In hindsight, it was very sweet.â
The dimple in Billyâs cheek deepened as his own grin grew. âGlad you let me steal you away?â
You loosened your seatbelt momentarily and leaned across to give him a kiss on the cheek. âVery glad.â You made a move to pull away but stopped when he gently grabbed your chin with the hand not holding the wheel. âWhatââ
The kiss, while dangerously stupid, was short and sweet but the emotion behind it, the genuine happiness that exuded out of Billy in those few seconds was palpable. âI really do fucking love you, you know that?â
âYouâve mentioned it,â you hummed and slinked back into your seat. When his large hand found your thigh, he gave it a firm squeeze that sent shockwaves throughout your whole body.
âNot going to say it back?â He teased, giving you a sidelong glance as he drew nearer to the freeway.
âIâd rather show it.â Rather than put your seatbelt back on, you shimmed in your seat and leaned into him as your fingers scraped along his thighs towards the button of his jeans. âEyes on the road, Loomis.â
Easier said than done, Billy thought, torn between watching the road and watching you unzip his jeans. Raising his ass out of the seat just long enough to allow you to tug his pants down his thighs, the second Billy saw yours eyes light up as his now somewhat erect cock sprung free of his jeans, keeping his eyes on the road seemed impossible. But, the second he saw that pretty mouth of yours perk up in anticipation, it was game over. âAre you trying to get us killed?â
A low chuckle escaped your lips as you began to pump his length with your hand. âFocus on the road, Billy.â
âYou say that like itâs easy.â Not being able to keep his hands off of you, he reached for your nipple and gave it a pinch through your shirt. âTake your shirt off, baby.â
âShut up and drive.â You chided him, shimming in your seat so that you were on your knees leaning over the console. His cock was rock hard now and, as you ran your tongue alongside his length, from the base of it all the way up to coax your tongue along the precum that had gathered along his head, you felt him shiver beneath you.
âFuck,â he hissed, tangling his fingers through your hair. You were too fucking good with that mouth of yours.
Still pumping the base of his cock with one hand, you swirled your tongue along the tip of his dick again before taking that perfectly girthy cock in your mouth. His grip tightened on your hair and your eyes watered as he pushed your head down to fully take the length of him inside of your mouth. He heard you gag on him but even as his grip eased up, you continued your pursuit of deepthroating him.
His breathing was shallow as he felt your hot mouth all over him. Between the sounds of your wet mouth taking him in and the occasional gag as you choked on his length, Billy was in heaven.
But having you this close as you fucked him with your mouth whilst still fully clothed was killing him. He needed to feel you. He wanted to feel your juices on his fingers and running down those perfect fucking thighs as he fingerfucked you. He wanted to hear you moan, feel you moan on his cock as he made you feel as good as you were making him feel.
He wanted all of you, needed all of you. Â
Trying his damnedest not to shut his eyes as your mouth brought him closer to the edge, he reached beneath you to work on your own zipper but when that proved to be impossible, a frustrated growl tore out of his lips. âUndo your pants.â He hissed through bared teeth.
You hummed against his dick which nearly sent him into the other land of traffic. âNo,â you purred, âI want to make you feel good.â
With one hand on the wheel and the other now gliding up and down your back as you fucked him with your mouth, Billy couldnât help but buck into your mouth as you began to massage his balls. He was going to bust and soon if he wasnât careful.
You were too fucking good and he was too fucking in love with you not to get lost in the way you made him feel.
âTouch yourself, at least,â he breathed out, desperate to see that pretty cunt. âPlease, baby.â
Not granting him the satisfaction, you simply dug your nails into his thighs and moaned onto his cock and the sensation of it alone was almost enough to make him come down your throat. It seemed to slither around his cock, making him twitch and buck into your mouth.
But it was the second you moaned out his name as you swirled your wet mouth along the head of his dick one final time, swallowing back his precum with a contented hum, that Billy blew his loud inside of your mouth.
For a good five seconds, he didnât care if he crashed the goddamn car as he watched you swallow his seed. He was bucking into your mouth, his breathing was ragged, as you guzzled him back and, as you finally released his cock with a pop, Billy almost lost it.
With a devilish grin, you simply wiped a finger along the edge of your lips and leaned back into your seat with a satisfied glimmer in your eyes. You knew youâd be in for it once he got his hands on you at the cabin, but for now, as you watched him lamely try and pull his jeans up his body to cover his slowly softening cock, you couldnât help but laugh.
âWhatâs the matter, Billy?â You teased, fastening your seatbelt back up. âYou look a little rattled.â
âYeah, yeah,â he simpered, not bothering with the zipper or button of his jeans. Instead, he reached across the divide and grabbed for your hand as he ghosted his lips across your knuckles. âJust wait until we get to the cabin.â
With your suspicions confirmed, you couldnât help but beam across at him as you drove further and further away from Woodsboro. That was definitely a threat and good god were you excited for its execution.
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By the time youâd pulled into the Loomis family cabin, it was pitch black outside.
The moon was too high in the sky and only a sliver of its light poked through the tall pine trees that surrounded the small house but, even with the low light surrounding you, the shadows that danced along the lake was enough to bring out a small smile as you quietly made your way out of the car. You didnât need full sun to see the beauty surrounding you and the smell of the fresh air mixed with the spice of pine made any ounce of nerves filter out of you.
You were happy.
Unreservedly so.
Glancing across the roof towards Billy, he seemed almost distracted as he looked around at the familiar surroundings. You couldnât quite tell if he was feeling as happy as you were in those brief moments, but you couldnât quite blame him for that. The cabin held a lot of memories within it, many of which you knew included his mother. Where you felt freed and excited, you could tell the weight of his current whereabouts was heavy on his shoulders.
âHey,â you muttered, slicing into the quietude around you. Walking around the front of the car, those brown eyes found yours as you circled your arms around his middle. âYou okay?â
âYeah,â he assured, but his voice was low and distant. All the same, however, his strong arms enveloped you as he kissed your hairline. âLost in a memory, I guess.â
You nodded into the crook of his neck but said nothing. He needed time to decompress, to familiarize himself with a house he hadnât been in since his mother left. So, youâd give him that time.
For what must have been minutes, the two of you simply stood at the helm of porch holding onto one another. It wasnât until Billy placed another quick kiss to your forehead that you felt his arms slowly fall only to grasp your hand in his own. âCome on,â he hummed. His grip on your hand was firm as he walked up the steps leading to the wrap around porch and as he stuck the key inside of the lock and opened the front door, the smell of cedar surrounded you.
The cabin was gorgeous. Wooden slats covered every square inch of the small house and a small fireplace sat at the front of the house with a worn-in couch and chair facing it. It was obvious nobody had come to visit for quite some time judging by the dust lining most of the countertops and shelving units, but you didnât care.
To you, it was perfect.
Your own little oasis with the boy you loved without any sort of outside interruption.
You released his hand to take a brief look around the small living space but you could feel his eyes on you with every step you took. You knew he was looking to get even with you after your little stunt in the car, but you also knew that he hadnât quite been expecting the swell of emotions to hit him upon driving up to the cabin. So, you continued to wander around the cabin to both grant him the space he may or may not have needed and, simply, to snoop around.
There were family pictures lining the tables and one in particular made you smile as you caught sight of a young Billy swinging from a tire swing. With a quiet laugh, you picked the frame up and surveyed it with a fond smile on your lips. âCute,â you remarked, looking across to catch his stare. âA little model, eh?â
Billy watched you carefully place the frame down on the table before continuing on with your self-guided tour. No matter how hard he tried, regardless of the bittersweet memories swirling around inside of his brain, he couldnât take his eyes off of you. Not that he ever really could, but there was an ease rolling off of you tonight, coming off of you in waves, that drew him in.
âIâve been thinking about this all week, you know that?â He remarked, leaning against the back of the couch as he watched you pick up another picture frame. âJust me and you. Out here alone in the woods for an entire weekend.â
âSounds like a scary movie when you put it that way,â you goaded with a wink. âOr a really niche porno.â
âWhy not a bit of both?â His molasses coloured eyes glimmered mischievously as you walked up to him and stepped between his legs. The second you were close, he pulled you flush against his chest and kissed the tip of your nose as he pushed your hair back and away from your face. âBoth could be fun.â
You grinned. âIâm down for anything,â you shrugged. âSo long as you promise to take me on an actual date tomorrow. Weâre not just fucking like bunnies inside of the cabin all weekend.â
âHeaven forbid,â he leaned in and gave you a slow, torturous kiss.
âIâm serious, Billy,â you moaned.
Pulling away from your mouth, Billy nudged his nose against yours and nodded. âThe entire population in Bumfuck, California will know youâre my girl by the end of the weekend,â he avowed, skimming his hands down to your ass to give it a firm squeeze. âI promise.â
âOh, yeah?â You hummed, kissing him again.
His calloused hands slipped beneath your shirt and scraped up your side. âYeah.â Digging his hips into yours, he gave you one last kiss before nodding towards the bedroom. âTake your clothes off.â
You giggled as he slapped your ass to steer you down the narrow hallway. âAnd if I donât?â
âIâll rip them off of you,â he simply said, âso either they remain in one piece or I ruin your outfit.â
You glanced down at your jeans and tank before frowning. You looked cute tonight and youâd be damned if the bastard ripped them. So, being the good girl you were, you held his stare and slowly slinked out of your clothes. His eyes seemed so much darker as he watched you strip and the small smirk he wore slowly fell into a hungry thin line as you then perched yourself on the edge of the bed, completely nude.
âYou just going to stand there looking pretty or are you going to do something about this?â You slipped your fingers between your thighs and ran your fingers along your swollen clit. A low moan slipped out of your lips at the sensation. âIâm already so wet for you, Billy.â
Slowly, Billy stepped towards you and undid his belt. Leaning down, he kissed you, hard, and steered you backwards on the bed beneath you until your head reached the soft pillows. You could feel his cock straining against his jeans but rather than grant himself any sort of reprieve, you watched him gently grasp your hands and raise them above your head only to wrap his belt around your wrists.
In the blink of an eye, you were tied to the bedposts.
âIs this payback for the car blowie?â You laughed, looking up at your restrained wrists. âIf it is, I canât say Iâm mad about it.â
âYou wanted something between a horror movie and a niche porno, remember?â He hummed against your skin, placing sloppy kisses along the vein that ran along your neck as he pinched your nipple. âGod, youâre fucking perfect. You know that?â
He bit down on your collarbone, kissing his way down your chest until his warm mouth wrapped around your nipple. You could feel his teeth slither along your breast as his tongue lapped expertly on the sensitive bud. You hissed, arching into his mouth as your wrists, on instinct, fought for freedom. âHardly.â
His eyes met yours as he slowly released your nipple. You were in nothing, of course, but he was still fully clothed, and you hated him for it. You hungrily eyed the bulge in his jeans as he propped himself up on his arm, letting his other hand glide up your chest and neck until it cupped your cheek. His nose brushed against yours, nudging it up to allow his lips to hover just over yours. Close enough that you could almost taste them, but much too far away to satisfy the hunger you had for the man.
âI love you,â he whispered, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek as his warm, brown eyes swallowed you up. âYou know that, right?â
âYes,â you swallowed hard and tilted your head up just enough to finally catch his lips. But, just as quickly as it happened, the man pulled away and let his hand begin to roam down your body. His mouth was at your ear now, nibbling at your earlobe as his hot breath slithered against your neck. You shivered. âI love you, too.â
His voice was gruff in your ear. âIâd kill for you,â his hand continued its journey down your throat, brushing past your nipple, down the length of your stomach until reaching the small smattering of hair along your mound. He was careful to keep his hands from dipping any lower, tormenting you as best to his ability, which just about killed you, if you were being honest. âYou know that?â
Bucking your hips up, you nearly growled at the lack of attention you were receiving. You were soaked and touch-starved for him. His fingers, his mouth, the erection currently poking into your thigh, anything. âI wouldnât ask you to do that,â you managed a quiet laugh. âBut I appreciate it.â
His teeth bit down on your neck again. âBut, I would. Iâd do anything for you, sweetheart.â
His hand slipped further down to your sopping cunt and as he slowly slipped his fingers through your wet folds, the moan he got in return nearly killed him. âBilly,â you whispered desperately. It felt as though you were going to die if you didnât feel him inside of you. âPlease.â
His lips hovered over yours and on instinct, you caught his bottom lip between your teeth and bucked your hips against his hand. He snarled as you bit down on his lip but as the metallic taste of blood met his tongue, it was as though Billy was transcending. His pace on your clit quickened but it was still too slow for you and he knew it. He was torturing you, killing you, and he was enjoying every second of it. Struggling against the belt, your struggle was all for naught as it didnât so much as move an inch.
âYouâd love me, no matter what, right?â He asked, slipping one of his fingers inside of you as he kissed his way down to your chest. Lapping at your nipple, Billy was gentle at first before biting down hard enough to draw blood. Tit for Tat.
âYes,â you moaned. Your entire body was on fire as his fingers brought you closer to the edge. âBut Iâd love you even more if you fucked me. Youâre killing me, Loomis.â
Licking up the small trail of blood off of your tits, Billy hummed against your nipple and added another finger inside of your pussy. Heâd fuck you soon but right now, he needed to feel your entire body light up the way it always had when he drove you into that fit of madness. You were a woman unhinged in the bedroom, he knew as much, and he knew exactly how to get that animal inside of you out.
âYouâre so fucking wet,â he admired, reaching his hand up to coat your tit in your own slick. When it was sufficiently wet, he licked your juices off of your breast and growled. God, you tasted so fucking good. âYouâre my girl, Y/N, youâre always going to be my girl, right?â
You looked up at him as those words fell from his lips. His brown hair hung down his forehead, his neck red from the strain of having to watch you writhe beneath him without doing a damned thing about it. But what struck you was the look of vulnerability in those brown eyes. That longing, far-away look as his eyes searched yours.
He wanted nothing more than to hear you say that you wanted him. Needed him. Just as much as he needed you.
âAlways,â the answer tumbled out of your lips before you so much as thought twice. âIâm your girl, Billy.â
His mouth caught yours in a bruising kiss. Finally, his pace quickened inside of you as met your throbbing core with his dept fingers. With his thumb circling your clit, he dipped two fingers inside of you and grinned against your mouth as you let out a low, desperate moan.
It happened so fast after that. One moment, you were the one tied up on the bed and the next, heâd released you, stripped himself naked, and managed to flip you over so that you were the one on top of him, straddling his waist. Pulling away from you mouth, Billyâs eyes darkened as he saw that familiar glimmer in your eyes. That animalistic side of you was out in full force now.
âGet up here.â He demanded.
You smirked and leaned across him so that your lips hovered over his. âWhy would I want to do that?â
He leaned up, the veins in his neck swelled against his neck as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth. âGet. Up. Here.â
Releasing your lip, Billy watched you smirk and crawl up the remainder of his body until your pussy was less than an inch away from his mouth. Grabbing onto the metal of the headboard youâd just been tied up to, you gasped as Billyâs tongue slid into your folds. Finding your clit instantly, you moaned and allowed your eyes to fall shut as you reached down to play with your hardened nipples.
Fuck, what Billy could do with his mouth should have been illegal.
He sucked and lapped at your clit as you rocked back and forth against his mouth. His fingers dug into your hips, so much so that you knew there would be bruises in the morning but, blinded by the pleasure between your thighs, you couldnât care less. Â
The moans that were coming out of you were raw and guttural and, as you played with your own tits, envisioning his hands being the ones to squeeze and nip on the swollen buds of your nipples, you saw stars.
âFuck,â you moaned out, âBilly, baby, fuck.â
He pulled your hips further down so that you were sitting on his face. Not just hovering but sitting on that perfect mouth of his as he held you in place. You knew it must have been hard for him to breathe but he was adamant and as his tongue continued its assault on your throbbing cunt, you came devastatingly hard and incredibly loud.
Stars danced behind your eyes as you continued to ride out your orgasm. When you couldnât take another second of Billyâs skilled tongue, you climbed off of him only to feel his large hands take hold of your hips again.
Swinging you around so that you were on your back and he was the one hovering over you, Billy wasted no time in slipping his rock-hard erection into your soaking pussy.
He was thrusting hard and the sounds of your juices squelching with every thrust of his cock would have been off-putting if it hadnât been for the raw, primal need coursing off of the pair of you in waves. He was kissing your lips and biting them and suckling your neck as he continued to rail into you with all of passion in the world. You werenât sure youâd ever seen him this riled up and you had to admit it was inherently sexy seeing him so affected by you.
Not surprising in the least, it didnât take him long to come. Youâd riled him up to the point of no return in the car and, as you felt him come inside of you, you all but laughed when he dramatically crashed on the bed beside you.
Sweat glistened over every inch of body and the sheen of your juices was still on his lips as he kissed you. This kiss was slow, methodical. Sweet. And you felt yourself fall even harder for the man as he broke the kiss and gently brushed your hair away from your now damp forehead.
Wrapping one arm around your chest, Billy held you against him as he propped himself against the headboard. You were both naked and sweating and while a shower was something you both definitely needed, neither of you found yourselves all too willing to move out of the otherâs embrace.
âIs it hard being back here?â You asked, listening to his heart beating in his chest.
âFor a second, maybe,â he admitted, soothing your hair down. âNot now.â
âWhatâs changed?â You asked with a small smile. âThe sex was that good, huh?â
A quiet chuckle shook his chest as he kissed the top of your head. âI think horror meets niche porn is my new favourite genre.â
Kissing his naked chest, you grinned into his body. âSame.â
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â using your safeword scenarios p.2 â
characters :Â koshi sugawara, atsumu miya, kotaro bokutoÂ
i decided to make this the p.2 and include suga since like 3 ppl asked for him so yeah !!
p.1  + m.sterlist + requests Â
(please read the rules before requesting ty.)
⌠cw : not proof read, f! reader , size kink + not enough prep , spanking, dumbification, degradation, daddy/master kink, dacryphilia, hurt + comfort, red! used as safeword, authority kink, angst, established relationship, all characters are 18+, MDNI âČ
SugawaraÂ
- he was always a softie to you
- praising you at everything you did and calling you a goodgirl too <3
- but when you reunited with your friends from highschool they all talked about how their partners would go rough on them bringing you curiosity on the thought of suga being rough with you
- they teased you for having such a soft boyfriend while they went on and on about how you should try it out too.
ă â
- you wondered what would make him tick so you tried being a bit bratty when you got home
- youâd reply with âmake meâ and he was clueless heâd just go âuhh..okay? can you please sit down?â
- having enough of it he confronted you about itÂ
he hovered over you on top of the couch, staring into your eyes with worry. ây/n whatâs gotten into you today? are you okay honey?â his voice was soft, full of concern. you sighed avoiding his worrisome gaze at you. you felt bad for making your boyfriend become worry about you. he at first assume you had a bad day with your friends since you never acted so bratty towards him.
you took a deep breath now turning to face him completely, with your face slowly heating up. âits nothing koshi..i just wanted to try somethingâ he titled his head in confusion at your words. âyou wanted to try to be a brat to me? why would you wanna do that?â your cheeks now fully red in embarrassment. ân-no i thought maybe you could be a bit more um..rough with me..â he blinked a few times to analyze what you just told him.
i-its fine if you donât want t-to!â you covered your face with your hands while he sighs in relief glad you werenât having a bad day. he chuckled, pulling you into his arms to have you seated on his lap. ânow what brought this up my love?â he asks kissing your forehead while he roams his hand through your hair. âwell.. my friends said they really enjoyed it when their partners were rough with them and i just wanted to try it out so i thought being bratty might you know...make you wanna put me in my place and stuff..â you shyly spoke as you fiddle with your hands, a sign of nervousness heâs picked up from having dating you so long.Â
âyou sure baby?â his voice now sounding serious. the sad part was you werenât entirely sure if you wanted this. feeling pressured to do it if you were being honest. you were fine with the way sex with suga was soft, nice and sweet. you did enjoy when he would speed up his thrusts when his high was approaching, but even at that youâd let tears fall at the stretch of him going fast.Â
ignoring your uncertainty, you nodded looking him in the eyes. he could tell you were still nervous, but if you were okay about it he couldnât say no to his princess. he kissed your cheek while getting close to your ear, whispering seductively âwell since you were all bratty donât you think you deserve a bit of punishment?â you looked up at him with clueless eyes, clenching your thighs together at his new tone.Â
âum o-okay..koshi-â
âmaster, letâs go with that alright princess?â
you nodded letting him position you down on his lap, your stomach on his knees and head resting on the couch cushion. â you know the safeword right darling?â you tried to look up at him, but your movements being limited.Â
âyes koshi..â
âkoshi?â he questions.
âah i-i mean master!â you quickly corrected yourself.Â
he patted your head smiling at your obedience. âgoodgirl..now thenâ he tugged the waistband of your skirt smirking at your eager wiggle for him to remove them faster still felling uneasy, but full of anticipation at what suga had in store for you. ânow now, be patient youâre not supposed to enjoy your punishment you know?âÂ
âmâ sorry master..â he slid your skirt down, removing it finally, tossing it to the side of the living room, leaving you with nothing but underwear that was soaked with your juices. he rubbed soothing circles on your asscheek before he placed a mean slap on it. you jumped at the unexpected sting, your eyes starting to water with no tears falling just yet. âsuch a naughty thing huh?â landing another slap on your ass rubbing it to sooth the pain. the sting feeling good but the words he spoke starting to get you, breaking you down one by one.Â
âwhat happened to my goodgirl huh? she came home so bratty..such a badgirl.â your pupils shrunk at the fact he called you bad. goodgirl was something heâd always call you making you blush and smile but the fact now you were his badgirl set something off in you.Â
you wanted to push the feeling off you really did, but the slaps on your ass made you feel hazy and your tears started to fall on the couch. âwhy so quiet?you sure had a lot to say when you came home. is my badgirl finally gonna take her punishment like sheâs supposed too?â slapping your ass once more leaving hand prints on it now that were bound to stay for awhile.Â
you didnât respond, instead you just sobbed in on yourself feeling small and pathetic that the fact he called you a badgirl was enough to make tears stain your cheeks. he froze turning you to face him on his lap. âhey baby you okay?was it too much??âÂ
âr-red..â finally speaking, he quickly pulled you in his embrace peppering your faces with kisses letting out soft apologies. âwhyâd you force yourself baby?â he whispers kissing you softly yet full of love.
âi-iâm still your goodgirl... right? i didnât mean to be bad i promise..i thought i could take it but..â the feeling of guilt starting to take over you.
âbut what baby you can say it i wonât get mad, i could neverâ you rested your head on his shoulder wrapping your arms around his neck.Â
âi couldnât..i like it when youâre soft with me..c-can we do that instead?? please master!â
he smirked at the fact you called him master, it made his cock twitch in his jeans. relief he didn't hurt you, he started kissing down your neck, letting one hand wander up your shirt to play with your hardening nipple.Â
âof course. whatever my goodgirl wants. just please never force yourself to do anything ever again till youâre 100% okay with. got it?â
âyes master.â
Atsumu
- this man is kinda like kurooÂ
- heavy with his degradation.Â
- you didnât mind ofc!! heâd reassure you he didn't mean what he said with his aftercare
- but tonight, he told you to ride him since you were being extra needy for him.
- he wanted to tease you and not fully give in and help you cum just to mess with you and have you beg.
-and well...he may have mixed in some dumbification.
- lets just say you might have taken some things to heart.
he clicked his tongue disappointed at your attempts to bounce on his cock. it hurt just dropping onto his dick but each time you bounced on it, you could feel the painful drag stretching your walls open making you sob. âcome on..that all you got? itâs no fun having a dumb crybaby on my cock.â him calling you dumb catches you off guard, but choosing to ignore it you tried again this time quickening your pace.
he didnât even let a grunt at the feeling just staring at you with a look of disapproval, already panting in exhaustion. he sighed getting tired of seeing youâre pathetic movements, he pushed you back down to take initiative having his cock still stuffed inside you. you let out a yelp at the unexpected change as he started rutting his hips into you, using your hips as support to hold himself, you moaned gripping his shoulders for support as your eyes rolled back to your head.
âwas that so hard? i thought dumb needy sluts would try harder to try and get what they want.â he tutted, ramming into you meaner and harder, his cock grazing the tip of your cervix. you choked out a sob trying to look back at him, starting to not like were this was going.âmâ..i was trying my best daddy..â
âwere you though? as always my dumb slut needs her daddy to step in and help her since she canât do anything right.â the last sentence making your heart stop and everything around you freeze. did he really see you this way? as a dumb needy slut who canât do anything right? you thought back to all the times you needed his help even beyond sex like when youâd ask him to help you get something that was too high up for you at a store, needed him to walk you home cause you werenât strong enough to defend yourself.Â
all these memories making your head feel dizzy. did he mean it??he never complained he was always happy to help his girlfriend. you started to continuously sob out apologies. your tears being easily mistaken for tears of pleasure, which only turned him on even more.Â
âaw.â he faked sympathy for you with a frown, grabbing your chin to look at him. âits okay, daddy will find a use for you. after all the only thing youâre good at is being a dumb cocksleeve for me to pump full.â his eyes were dark when he spoke almost sadistically. the pleasure you were once receiving from him started turning to pain making you scream.Â
âno more!! red! red! please atsumu stop!â he pulled out the second you tried pushing him off.Â
he took a step-back watching as you slowly breakdown in front of him. he was scared, terrified even at seeing you so hurt you went as far as to use the little strength in you to push him off.Â
he got off the bed running to the bathroom to grab a towel to wipe you. he returned sitting at the foot of the bed slowly approaching you with shaky hands. proceeding to wipe your tears away with it, glad you didnât flinch at him.Â
âhey..no more tears itâs okay its okayâi didnât mean it i swear!â his voice cracked, with his eyes starting to water as well. you flipped yourself over to rest your head on his thigh. âthank god.â he mumbled looking up in relief. he was scared you were mad at him or was mad at him forever.Â
the room was silent for a few minutes with only the movements of atsumu playing with your hair telling you over and over again how sorry he was.
âam i really that useless atsu..?â you mumbled, the thought of you calling yourself useless, being drilled into your head by atsumu made his heart sink. he quickly corrects you, pulling you up off his thigh into a tight hug, swinging you back and forth like a toddler.Â
âNO! NO! thats untrue! i-iâm so sorry youâre not useless! you a very useful pretty baby that i love more than a-anything so donât ever say that!â his tears falling down his cheeks hitting your skin. you started to feel your tears come up again too. you didnât precisely see him cry, but you could tell by his broken tone he was almost as hurt as you.Â
you wrapped your arms around him, as he gripped onto you tighter, scared youâd runaway or leave.Â
âiâm sorry baby....i promise to never call you those things ever again.â he promised pulling away to look you in the eyes. you smiled making his heart skip a beat.Â
âletâs go to sleep okay prettygirl?â
Bokuto
- he can get out of hand
- i wouldnât say bokuto would be as rough vocally as the previous ones.
- HOWEVER, his cock is something youâll never get used to
- each time you two did he had to prep you and even then it still hurt.
- you never complained though it was always temporary.
- he came home after a stressful game and only won because of pure luck.
- he was tired and needed to blow off steam immediately
- you being his cute wife was happy to help <3
he sloppily kissed down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt to have a turn at your breasts. you bit your lip to suppress your moans. âcome on baby make some noise will ya?â he said removing your shorts completely before sucking at your clit making you wince, your eyes screwed shut at the pleasure. he began to stuff a finger in you feeling you clench around his finger.
âyeah just like thatâfuck youâre really wet baby.â he licked his lips at the sight of your wet cunt. removing his finger completely, while running his thumb up and down your folds. he was getting impatient wanting to just ruin you already. he unbuckled his pants removing it quickly not remembering how big he was compared to you. removing his boxers just to let his cock spring free. you opened your eyes to see his tip slowly enter you.Â
âw-wait bo! need more p-prep!â
âcome on baby your a big girl right? you can take it.â your head fell back into the pillow as tears streamed down your cheeks at the stretch. no matter no many times bokuto fucked you it still hurt. you gripped a chunk of the bed sheets in your fists tightly, holding onto it for your dear life.Â
he slowly went in you fully throwing his head back at how your gummy walls clenched around him so tightly. he knew it hurt you but it brought him a lot of pleasure that it did. the fact your tiny little hole would stretch pass its limit just to accumulate his fat cock was almost enough to make him cum right there.
he stilled for a few seconds, only to thrust roughly into you like a man starved of lust. you screamed as his fat cock dragged along your walls at the abnormal pace. you didnât know if you could last if you were being honest, it hurt it really did. normally, it would last a few thrusts but this time it lasted way too long for your liking.Â
âbo! please s-slow downâah!â he sped up his paces being too lost in his own pleasure to hear you. âbo!â you screamed still not getting his attention.Â
feeling uneasy you let out a yell of the safeword âRED!â he halted his thrusts looking down at your face that was streaming with tears.Â
âoh no oh no iâ baby iâm sorryyyy!â his hair flopping down going into his emo mode. he collapsed on top of you falling on your breasts looking up at you like a wounded puppy. you chuckled and played with his hair while he hugged you tightly. still in you.
â its okay bo..â you smiled while he got off your breast to cup your face kissing it softly.Â
âiâm sorry i didnt realize i was hurting you babyâ do you want me to stop we can stop!-â
âno bo its okay!its okay!â you quickly reassured kissing his cheek falling back on the bed rubbing your remaining tears away.
âjust go slow okay? then when iâm fully âadjustedâ you can go fast and as rough as you want.â
you whispered making his emo mode fade away and his face light up with glee like he just won a prize.
âr-really? as rough as i want?â he asked making sure, you smiled in response. âyes bo. just start slow okay? i promise.â he nodded placing his hands at your sides to thrust slowly into you. he lowered himself to you and you wrapped your arms and legs around him while he began to kiss you passionately.Â
âăÂ
 bokutoâs is really soft heâs a goofball and i love em sm. also never wrote for suga before?? i hope you suga stans liked it tho it was kinda hard to write him since i donât seem him as the type to degrade his partner heâs just here to please his baby.
i still am taking requests all links are above and down here. remember to drink water. oh and heres the m.sterlist in case you missed it <3âĄ
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Hiii! I donât know if youâre still taking requests but how about a rafe fic where he is super sweet and gentle and just soft with the reader in private but an asshole once their in public? Just angst and a lil but of fluff and rafe being rafe, if thatâs not too much to ask!
Facade ; Rafe Cameron
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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader
Summary: âThis whole thing youâre showing to people. . . thatâs not you. Fuck you.â
Warnings: Angst, angst, and more angst. Not the ending everyoneâs expecting (I think)Â
A/N: Iâm extremely sorry if this isnât my best work but thank you for 700+ followers wtf ily <3 finishing all requests in my inbox this week!
âDonât leave me yet,â Rafe groans. He places his arms around her waist, snuggling close. Her scent of strawberry wafts into his nostrils, and he closes his eyes against her warmth.
âWork.â she mumbles, and tries to stand up again. But Rafe does not let go, still holding onto her skin as if on his last breath, and she lets out a chuckle at the adorable sight.
âI can pay you twice the amount youâre working for right now,â he says. He finally let go of her, and slumps into the vacant pillows that she had slept in a few hours ago.
âI know, and I wonât give you the satisfaction of doing so,â she smiles, and take the chance of freedom to walk towards the bathroom. She checks the naked boy on top of the bed from the mirror, her heart soaring.
His boy.
She kisses him on the cheeks when sheâs finally done, swiping her thumb on his pink lips as he whimpers softly in his sleep. She kisses him again, this time on the lips, for good measures.
(Y/N) never really like the restaurant in the country club, because itâs full of impolite kooks and bratty tourists. But money is money, and sheâll never say no to a good sum of them.
She sighs, clearing another dirty table all while thinking of Rafe in his room. Her insides suddenly beam when his kisses slides through her memory, and she wishes the clock would turn faster.
She slides in the empty back room, pulling her phone out from her back pocket and tapping on the top name of her contact. Her fingers glide effortlessly, her mouth forming a smile.
miss you.
Three seconds later, her phone dings.
Rafe: Disgusting.
Rafe: Miss you more :)
She wants to go back to him as soon as possible.
The door behind her back open before she can stuff her phone back in, and she struggles to appear busy as the manager peek his head in.
âWhat are you doing here? Itâs full house. You got a table.â
(Y/N) look up to him, trying to pretend like she wasnât just skipping some time to text her boyfriend, and nods.
Okay, maybe not boyfriend. Sheâs not completely sure. They never really certify anything, but whateverâs going on between them is definitely something more than âfriendsâ.
She sighs again, picking up a menu before heading towards the group of friends sitting at the long table by the golf course.
âHey, welcome toââ
Oh my god.
âHey, youâre (Y/N), right?â
(Y/N)âs attention snaps back to the blonde boy sitting next to Rafe, and she gulps before nodding slowly. âUm, yeah.â
âYou work here?â
Is he stupid?
She refrains herself from rolling her eyes, âYes.â
Rafe scans the menu, not looking at her, and she feel a tug at her heart. Why is he pretending not to know her? Sheâs not expecting a sudden hug or a kiss on the lips; sheâs thinking of something like a goddamn smile.
âMight come down here often, then,â the boy laughs, and the others follow him. Except for Rafe. âWhatâs the best order here?â
âPasta,â she mumbles. Heâs still looking at the menu, clearly trying to ignore her piercing stare.
âWhich one?â The blonde sighs, flipping through the menu. âYou got bolognese, carbonaraââ
âAglio Olio,â she answers quickly. He can choke and starve for all she cares for ruining her day like this. Why would he need her opinion on this as if he has never tasted on every single dish on this menu?
âIâll take that one,â he smiles, and peeks over her arms. âDid you write that down? Can I see it?â
What a fucking cunt.
âThatâs it?â She asks, tilting her head to one side. She takes more orders from the other boys, but thereâs only one left.
She looks up to him, and finally, he meets her eyes.
âWhatâs the best soup here?â
Really?
âAll of them are good,â she answers, biting her tongue. She never told Rafe before about her workplace, and they had agreed on that, but she did not expect this kind of treatment once he finally found the answer.
âIs this how you treat the customers?â
What. The. Fuck.
(Y/N) bites her lips, and suppresses her groan while the other boys laugh. âWe have the best mushroom soup.â
âIâll go with the mushroom soup, please.â
(Y/N) scribbles down âmushfuckingroom soup for the assholeâ down, and gives out her fakest smile. âThatâs it? Iâll come back shortly with your food.â
âOne more thingââ
(Y/N) turns to them again, still holding onto that smile, âYes?â
âTry to be nicer to the customers sometimes. That way, weâll tip you bigger.â
She stalks off, not knowing that person under the same skin she caressed and kissed this morning.
. . .
Rafe bites his lips, sitting on the edge of the bed and pressing the call button for the 17th time tonight.
He sighs when the operator comes on, and throws his back against the mattress again.
Okay. Maybe he was mad at that time. She never told him where she works, and he assumed her workplace to be some kind of a hipster cafe with cats for decoration. He didnât know she would be serving in the restaurant at the country club.
He texts her again, groaning.
Pick up the phone
Helloooooooooo
?
The typing notification pops up, and he waits excitedly for her reply. After a few minutes, the notification disappear. He grunts again, and goes straight to his contacts.
He presses the phone against his ear, waiting for her voice to say something; to listen to his pleas and to come back to his arms. He misses her so much, more than anything else in the world.
âStop calling me,â she says.
He sits up straighter, feeling his blood rushing throughout his body. âHey, how are you?â
âHowâs the mushroom soup?â She mocks, and Rafe raises his brows.
He sees it clearly now.
âAre you mad about that day in the restaurant? I wasnât even talking shit to you like Topperââ
âReally? The whole âbigger tipsâ thing? Was that necessary?â She asks, her voice breaking.
Oh god. âIt was a joke!â
âYeah? Congra-tu-fucking-lations, Cameron, itâs a funny one,â she says, and Rafe can hear her slowly distancing voice.
He panics, âDonât end on me. Look, Iâm sorry. Itâs just that you wonât tell me where you work, and it appeared as a shock to me.â
Thatâs the dumbest reason (Y/N) had ever heard. She feels like laughing and crying at the same time, because this is exactly the problem;
Guys like Rafe Cameron would never want to be with a girl like (Y/N) (Y/L/N).
âSuck my dick, asshole!â she yells, and slams the phone down.
Rafe pulls the phone away, his face contorting in anger, and his shoulders slump. He shouldâve known better.
Itâs just that. . . heâs afraid of what the others would think of him if they knew about him dating a pogue. Ward didnât take it well when Sarah ran off with John B, and Rafe assumes he would be feeling the same way about (Y/N).
Why does life have to be so fucking complicated all the time?
Two days after, Rafe heard about a party in The Cut, but nothing from (Y/N). He know heâs fucked up big time, and heâs content to make it right with her again.
He doesnât like stepping his foot onto The Cut, only going to the other side of the island to meet Barry for his medical issues, and sometimes to see how Sarah is doing.
But heâs driving down to the strange place again, so determined to see his girl one more time.
The party is in an abandoned warehouse, and from the outside, Rafe can see how loud and huge the party is. He sighs, thinking about the amount of time he would be wasting to find her whilst going through the throng of bodies.
But he wants to see her and touch her more than anything.
No one seems to notice him, Rafe Cameron, the Kook prince yet, and heâs hoping to keep it that way until he can pull (Y/N) out. Not one person back in Figure 8 could know about his presence in the party, what more the reason heâs there in the first place.
Itâs easy to notice her. Black top, denim shorts, and (H/C) hair flowing from her shoulders. He stalks forward, extending his hand, but stops when he notices the boy beside her.
JJ fucking Maybank.
He balls his hands into a fist, and watches the way she laughs at a joke by JJ.
He takes his phone out, dialling her number, and stares as she grabs her phone out of her pocket. (Y/N) sighs, sliding the call button to the left, and keeps it in her shorts again.
Oh.
Meet me outside
Now.
(Y/N) pulls her phone out again, contorts her face at the texts, and finally look up. Her eyes scans the whole area, trying to find a particular brunette. . .
âWhatâs wrong?â JJ asks, touching her forearm.
âIâll be right back,â she says, holding a finger up, and heads straight towards the exit.
Her shoes crunches against the gravel as she tries to look for Rafeâs jeep. She stands there alone, crossing her arms, and groans when she realises that he mustâve been tricking her.
Rafe slides his arms around her. âHey, princess.â
She yelps, pushing him off and looking straight into his eyes. She relaxes when reality hits her, but stiffen again when reality hits her again.
âYouâre not supposed to be here.â Her cold voice rings into his ears, but he misses her too much to care.
âCâmere,â he says, extending his hands. âMissed you.â
âFuck off,â she announces and stalks away, only to be pulled by Rafeâs arms again. This time, she stays in his arms.
âSorry,â he mumbles against the top of her head. âIâm sorry I was such a dick to you.â
She stays silent, trying to put up a wall between her and Rafe, but itâs near impossible. She misses him a bit too much too.
So she lets him pull her into his jeep, and whatever feud they have before dissipates into the air.
He kisses her on the lips once in the car, and when she pulls away, he groans.
âIâm not going to let you go with just a kiss after 2 weeks,â he says, inching closer to her. She gives him a sly smile, knowing exactly what heâs trying to tell her, and closes the gap.
He pulls away again after finding his hands under her top, and points to the back. She shakes her head, smiling.
âCome on, you missed me too much to say no.â
. . .
Maybe he should say something to his friends to stop them from harassing her.
But heâs glued to the spot, watching as Topper taunts her.
âYou lied to me,â Topper pouts, âThe Aglio Olio isnât that good.â
She looks at Rafe, hoping, wanting, longing for him to say something. Anything.
He stays shut, scanning the menu.
âSorry. Would you like to order anything else?â She sighs, spelling a big âfuck youâ on the top of her notepad.
âDo you come with the menu?â
She looks at Rafe again, waiting.
Say something. Please.
She smiles, âI do.â
Topper smiles and the other coos. (Y/N) watches as Rafeâs jaw tightens, and she goes back to her dirty work.
Two can play this game, Cameron.
âGive me your best food, babe,â Topper smiles, and shuts the menu. âAnyone else? Rafe? What do you want to eat?â
She waits. Say something about us, Rafe, please.
âCan we change for another serverââ he says, and raises his hand up. âHey, yo, you, yeah, you the manager?â
Logan gives (Y/N) a warning look before putting on a smile for Rafe, âYes, sir, is there anything I can do?â
âCan you call someone else to take our order?â
This is way too far. Heâs taking this way too farâ
âDid our (Y/N) say something?â Logan asks, still smiling. She knows heâs seething inside, and she hates Rafe for putting her in this position.
âNo. I just love for a better view.â
That feels like a hard smack across the face. Her throat starts burning, and she can feel her tears slowly appearing.
âThatâs no problem, sir, Iâll get you another serverââ Logan looks around, âKate! Yes, câmere.â
(Y/N) looks at Rafe again. His eyes meet hers, but thereâs nothing behind his gaze.
Coward.
She reaches for the cold water on the table, her headâs so light she can literally faint, and splashes the brunette boy so quick that he stands up immediately.
âAsshole,â she states, and turns to Logan. âI fucking quit!â
. . .
Rafe Cameron is 100% an asshole.
She used to think of so many counterattacks to that statement, but thereâs zero now.
She hates Rafe Cameron will all her heart, and wishes to never see him again.
He tried contacting her a few times over the week, to which she ignored heavily. She never thought he would stoop so low to preserve his title as the âKook princeâ.
To hell with that.
She would never treat him like that, and sheâs just so clueless as to why he said all those mean words to her.
He kissed her on the lips, pulling her close. âMy baby. So fucking perfect.â
(Y/N) grinded against him, hearing his soft whimpers, and laughed. She watched the clock ticking, and sighed.
âForty minutes until Iâm off to work.â
Rafe groaned, âStop talking about work. Work with me.â
âAs what, idiot?â She laughed, gazing at him lazily. âAs a fuckbuddy?â
He sat up straighter, his face contorting in anger. âYou are not my fuckbuddy, okay? Stop saying that. God, I will never do that you.â
She smiled, and leaned to kiss him against his chest. She trailed her lips up to his neck, and stopped right behind his ear. He shivered, biting his lips.
âAnd Iâll make you mind one day, (Y/N), I will,â he whispered.
Now thatâs the biggest lie of the century. She gets it now;
The night dates in the most unknown places, like a fancy restaurant in a fucking town 2 islands away from Obx. Not wanting to hold hands or to be posted on her Instagram.
Why had she been so stupid?
âFuck,â she groans, laying her back against the pillow.
Rafe Cameron is embarrassed to be seen with her. Something like that.
All the sweet things he would say to her in bed is nothing but a tactic to get into her pants. And she allowed him. God.
âYouâre a stupid fuck, (Y/N),â she cries, and bites her lips. And she thought he would be the oneâ
Riiing! Riiing!
âStop calling me!â She yells first thing when she picks up the phone, trying to stop her voice from cracking. Like always, she failed.
âYo? You good?â JJâs voice rang through the phone, a hint of worry in his voice. âI can call you anotherââ
âNo! No, J, itâs fine, I thought youâre someone else,â she sighs. âWhatâs up?â
âWanna come down to the beach with me tomorrow?â
âAnd do what?â She sighs. She doesnât feel like swimming in the water, or watch JJ swim, or search for dolphins (JJ told her before that thereâs dolphins in Obx), or anything, really.
She wants to sleep.
âSurfing,â he answers, like itâs a fact. âCome on, you got the whole summer to practice surfing. Letâs start with asking the hottest guy in Obx to coach you.â
(Y/N) slapped him in the face, giggling ferociously. He picked her up, twirling her around, and when she least expected it, he jumped into the water with her in his arms.
They resurfaced, still in a laughing fit.
âGod, Rafe, youâre an asshole,â she laughed, pushing his chest.
âAnd the hottest guy in Obx.â
She bites her lips, thinking of the memory, and clears her throat. âMaybe not surfing, J, but Iâll come down anyways.â
âOkay to me,â he says, and (Y/N) can imagine a smile playing on his lips. âGoodnight, (Y/N).â
âNight, J.â
She sighs, and shuts her phone off.
Whatever Rafe did to her disappears into thin air when she arrives at the beach and see JJ with two surfboards planted in the sand.
He grins at her when she comes close, âThere you are. Thought you bailed on me.â
She rolls her eyes, âI donât want to surf, J.â
âSince when?â
She groans, âLike. Right now.â
âNah, come on.â
Maybe JJâs right. She gives him a nudge every time he tries to hold her, but heâs patient. He waits until sheâs more comfortable before helping her up on her board, and when she topples over from the small wave, he lets out the biggest laugh.
And she completely forgets about the fight with Rafe for the whole hour.
âGod. Youâre a dick.â
JJ smiles, stabilising her board again. âTry again. You can call me a dick once you will not fall over a small wave.â
And she tries again.
By the time the sun sets they were laying right next to each other, just admiring each otherâs presence and not saying anything.
She likes it like this. No secrets.
â(Y/N)?â
She hums in response, leaning on her elbows for support.
âYou deserve someone a lot more better than Rafe.â
âDonât talk about him,â she sighs, and closes her eyes.
When (Y/N) told the pogues about Rafe the night after the incidence, they were all fuming with anger and hatred towards the brunette boy. But (Y/N) doesnât have an ounce of hate in her for him, even after all the hurtful things he said to her.
What an idiot.
âI canât watch you get hurt again,â JJ says. âI care about you.â
She looks him properly now, watching as the golden light illuminates his handsome face. âI know, J.â
They lay in silence again, staring at the blue landscape of nothingness.
âThereâs someone out there who will treat you better.â
She looks at him again. No. No.
âYeah?â She laughs, trying to give him the idea to stop right now and not make it any complicated for her. She loves him, more than anything in the world, but not in the way she feels for Rafe.
Heâs her Laurie to Jo March. Nothing more but a best friend.
He scoots closer, feeling her warmth. âYeah. Look around, (Y/N).â
She inches away, âJ, Iâm not looking for anyone. You know that.â
âExcept for Rafe,â he mumbles. âIs that right?â
âHeâs different.â
âWhy, (Y/N)? He treats you like shit, is embarrassed to be seen with youââ
âOkay, J, fuck! I get it, okay? But Iâm not looking for anyone. Iâm just not. Leave me alone!â She groans, throwing her arms into the air exasperatedly. She doesnât need another boy in her life right now.
JJâs right. Except for Rafe.
âIâm leaving,â she says, grabbing her tote bag and stuffing all her belongings. âThis is a mistake.â
â(Y/N), waitââ he tries to hold her, but she flinches away. He crosses his arms, âLet me drive you home at least.â
âI can walk.â
âItâs getting darker. Come on, donât make this any harder for me.â
âA drive back home, and thatâs it, J,â she warns, and sets for the black bike a distance away.
The ride towards her small home takes a few minutes on the bike, and all the time sheâs sitting behind JJ with her arms placed on his shoulders for balance, they didnât exchange any words. Thereâs an obvious awkward dome between the two of them.
âIâm sorry, J,â she sighs, stepping away from the bike and handing him the helmet. âI didnât mean to lash out on you.â
He smiles grimly, not saying anything.
The engine roars back to life, and he looks at her again; standing with her hair slowly drying and her shirt still sticking to her body. He looks away.
âJ?â She calls, placing her hands over his. He raises his brows at her, waiting.
She places a soft kiss against his lips, so subtle yet meaningful to him, and pulls away after a few seconds. She rubs his cheeks slowly, and gives him another kiss on the cheeks.
âSorry, J,â she whispers.
JJ smiles softly, and runs his thumb over her cheeks.
Maybe in another lifetime.
â(Y/N)?â
Their heads turn towards the voice behind her figure, and (Y/N) swears her heart stops.
Rafe looks at her and back to JJ, his mind connecting the puzzle, and he nods.
âWait, Rafe!â
JJ tugs on her wrist, his eyes begging. âLeave with me. Come on.â
She looks at JJ, and then back to Rafe, and she hopes for some kind of a way to get out of this. She groans, and pulls her hands away. âGo, J. I donât need you.â
And thatâs enough to hurt the blonde boy.
âRafe!â She yells after the boy walking to his jeep, but he continues to walk, ignoring her.
She lurches forward and grab his shoulders, turning him to face her. She looks into his eyes, looking for any sign of love for her.
âRafe, itâs not what you think.â
âYeah? Were you trying to give him a CPR or something?â
She holds him in her hands again, âNo, Rafe, I swear. I was just. . .â
But thereâs no proper way to explain why she had kissed JJ. Was it because she feel bad? But why would she kissed him?
âYeah,â he nods, prying his hands away.
A sudden wave of anger courses through her, because the boy who had hurt her did not just make this look like itâs her entire fault. She pushes him on the chest, and his back hit the car door.
âWhat the fuck?â He yells, glaring at her.
âSo what? Youâre making me look like the fucking bad guy now? After all the shit you said to me in the restaurant?
He laughs dryly, âOf course you would point this back at me. Hey, hey, lookââ he cups her face, âAt least I didnât kiss anyone.â
She pushes him away, âIt doesnât mean anything! And youâre not my fucking boyfriend.â
He licks his lips, âYeah. So let me go.â
She pulls him to her again, âDonât fucking run away from me like this! You didnât even apologise!â
âBecause you wonât pick up my calls!â He yells back, throwing his arms into the air. âYou want to fuck JJ fucking Maybank? Then go.â
âMaybe I do want to fuck JJ, Rafe, because at least heâs real. This whole thing youâre showing to people. . . thatâs not you. Fuck you.â
âYeah?â He taunts, staring at her left hand placed directly on his chest. âThen fuck him. You donât need me.â
âI donât.â
âYeah,â he laughs, watching as her chest heave. âI can go to Kie too, you know, to make this even.â
âYeah? Would you embarrass her in front of your friends too?â
He shrugs, âNo.â
She grits her teeth, knowing that heâs just trying to get under her skin.
âI hate you.â
He turns her over, so sheâs facing him, and inches closer to her ears. âYou donât.â
âI do.â
He laughs again, pressing himself against her, and Rafe blames the heat of North Carolina in mid July for the sudden tingling in his stomach.
âI hate that stupid smirk on your face right now, and Iâll do anything to wipe them off.â
He presses a soft kiss against her cheeks, feeling her brush against him, and let out a soft whimper. âOkay.â
After 2 weeks of not seeing her, all he wanted was to talk to her at her house, after all the calls that she didnât pick up. But when he waited for her to come back from God knows where and saw him getting off JJâs bike, he lets the cold side of him take over.
He lets her go, sighing. âIâll just go. This is a waste of time. Youâre clearly not thinking about me.â
(Y/N) bites her lips, because a part of her wants him to stay, and they can kiss each other again, but another part of her wants him to go and leave her alone.
âGo.â
He hesitates, and nods. The jeep speeds away, leaving (Y/N) alone in her front step, thinking about what she had just done.
She hurt JJ, who wanted nothing but the best of her, and she just lost Rafe. Sheâs as good as alone in this world, and sheâs not sure what to do anymore. She wishes she never let her temper got ahold of her, but itâs too late.
She just wants to sleep it off right now.
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Another Love
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader
Summary: You meet Wanda at a grief group, as sheâs struggling to heal after Visionâs death. Will you help her heal? Will your friendship grow into something more?
Word count: 2.8k
Warnings: grief
Theme: Angst, Fluff
A/N: I have been working on this one all day, and I think itâs alright! Itâs my first oneshot on this account, so please go easy on me! I hope you enjoy!
(Shoutout to @theloveclub-18 for the idea! I super appreciate it!)
âThank you all for being so open this evening. I hope to see you all next week. Let the healing continue.â
As various people mumbled back âlet the healing continue,â Wanda fought the urge to roll her eyes.
It had been six months since Visionâs death, and four months since she had started attending a grief group recommended by Bucky. She had tried to insist to him that it was useless but he begged her to try it out. Now, here she was, four months later, still feeling as broken as she had the day she watched the love of her life be killed. Twice. One might ask why she continued to attend the sessions weekly when she felt she hadnât made any progress. Why had she spent 16 of her Wednesday nights at a grief group when she felt it was pointless? The answer is simple: the food.
The session always had a table full of freshly baked goods from Sugar, Butter, Flour, a bakery just down the road from the community center holding the sessions. Every week, Wanda would sit through listening to people talk about their heartbreak, and, when pushed to confront her own trauma, reluctantly share just enough to satisfy the facilitator. And she did it all just to have a few moments of sheer joy, letting whatever delicious creation the bakery had provided that week wash over her taste buds and temporarily take her away from this cruel world that had ripped her love from her.
Wanda grabbed her purse and made a beeline for the table full of goodies. She had been running late today, so she didnât get a chance to grab anything before the session, leaving her options limited. There was only one cookie left, but as she reached for it, her hand brushed against someone elseâs, causing her to pull her hand back quickly.
âIâm sorry-â
âNo itâs fine, I shouldnât have-â
âPlease itâs all yours-â
You cleared your throat and shot her a sheepish smile before extending your hand to her.
âIâm Y/N. Itâs nice to meet you.â
Wanda looks at your hand skeptically and you awkwardly retract it when you realize she wonât be shaking it.
âIâm Wanda,â she says hesitantly, her eyes flashing to the cookie, and then the exit.
You tried again. âSo you like the cookies here too?â
She meets your Y/E/C eyes impatiently before sighing.
âYeah, Iâll just grab one next week, though, I really gotta go,â she says, starting towards the exit.
You watch her leave, intrigued by the girl, before you snap back to reality.
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Wanda is almost to her car when she hears footsteps behind her and quickly turns around, her eyes glowing red.
You stare at her, wide-eyed, the remaining cookie in your hand.
âShit, Wanda, Iâm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to give you this.â
Wanda sighs, her eyes returning to their normal color. She pinches the bridge of her nose. Remorse fills her face. Her grief had caused her to be angrier than usual, leading to her powers flaring up accidentally. And now she had frightened this woman who was just trying to give her a damn cookie.
âSorry, I shouldnât have reacted like that. Thank you for the cookie. I promise Iâm not always scary I just, I-â
You stopped her. âHey, itâs fine. If I heard someone running at me in a parking lot in the middle of the night, I would be on edge too. I shouldnât have snuck up on you like that. Plus, youâre...well...here,â you paused, gesturing to the community center the two of you had just come from, before continuing, âso I think itâs safe to assume you arenât having the best time. I get it. If thereâs any way I can help, please let me know.â
Wanda was at a loss for words. She had nearly struck you with her powers and here you were, looking at her with a gentle smile and no fear on your face whatsoever.
After a few minutes of silence, you awkwardly placed the napkin-wrapped cookie on the hood of her car, before stepping back and smiling at her yet again.
âIâll see you next week, Wanda. Have a good night,â you say, waving at her before you walk out of the parking lot and down the block.
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Only, you didnât see her in Group the following week.
After leaving the community center, you were about to head down the block when you noticed her car in the parking lot, with her in it. You gently approached her car, tapping on the window quietly in an attempt to not startle her.
She looked up at you with puffy, red-rimmed eyes, before rolling down her window.
âMay I help you?â
Her tone was much harsher than she intended, and she winced at it, but you merely smiled at her, unaffected, before digging through your bag and pulling out a tupperware container of chocolate chip cookies.
âThey had leftovers tonight, you want some?â
And you had shocked Wanda yet again.
âSure.â
You reached forward to hand the cookies to her through the window when Wanda decided to take a leap of faith.
âYou can come sit in here and share them with me, I wouldnât mind some company,â She says quietly before adding, âIâll warn you, though, Iâm a bit of a trainwreck right now.â
You laughed softly before opening the door to the passenger side of her car and sliding in. You looked at her with soft eyes.
âTrainwrecks unite.â
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Wanda told you everything that night. She told you about Vision, about her love for him, and his for her. About how he was the first since her brother died to look at her like a person, and not a monster. She told you all about the sleepless nights, the nightmares, the desperate need for it to end.
And you listened. You watched her intently the whole time. You held her hand comfortingly as her body wracked with sobs. You were there. And that night, you didnât know why, but you made a promise to always be there for the beautiful redhead with the lost hope.
That night was the first time since Visionâs death that Wanda slept soundly through the night. No nightmares. No suffering.
It had been three months since that night. Since then, it became a habit for the two of you to spend Wednesday nights following group sessions in her car, chatting about anything and everything. And Wanda had to admit, she was okay. For the first time since Visionâs death, she didnât wish she could join him. She didnât want to stay isolated in her room. She wanted to live. She wanted to show people the kindness youâd shown her. She woke every Wednesday with a smile, and you on her mind.
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This Wednesday, you appeared nervous as you got into the passenger side of Wandaâs car.
Wanda noticed this right off the bat.
âY/N, are you okay?â
You start fidgeting with your fingers and look down at your lap as you respond.Â
âYeah, I just...I have to tell you something. Promise you wonât get mad.â
Wanda looks at you with a gentle smile.
âY/N, youâre my best friend, I could never get mad at you. What is it?â
You took a deep breath and looked up at Wanda, before asking the question.
âI think Iâm in love with you.â
Wandaâs eyes widened and she froze.
You tried to dig yourself out of the hole.
âNevermind, forget I said anything, I never shouldâve-â
âNo.â Wanda said quietly.
âWhat?â
âNo. I canât. God, I could never love you.â
You felt your heart shatter in your chest.
Wanda quickly realized the weight of her words, and tried to fix them, âY/N, no, sorry, I didnât mean it like that, I-â
âItâs fine, Wanda. I have to go.â
With that, you scrambled out of the car and walked out of the parking lot and down the block, with tears streaming down your face, and your heart broken.
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Wanda couldnât believe she had said that. The truth is, she didnât know if she had room in her heart for more than one love. She had loved Vision. He was everything to her. Could she also love you?
For the rest of the week, Wanda was beyond conflicted. She knew she had to apologize to you, but she didnât want to do so until she had sorted out her own feelings. You deserved a solid answer.
It was Tuesday night. She would see you again tomorrow. And she still didnât know. She tossed and turned that night for hours before she finally fell asleep, you and Vision occupying her mind, per usual.
She was in a field of flowers. It was beautiful. She thought about how she might like to show it to you. And then she heard someone. Someone she thought she would never hear from or see again.
âWanda, darling.â
âVision?â She spun around, and there he was, smiling at her.
âItâs okay, you know,â He said. Wanda was confused. He continued, âThe feelings that youâre feeling. For her. Itâs okay.â
She laughed, âYou always did know me better than I knew myself.â
Vision smiled softly at her.
âVision, I love you. I love you so much. I canât let you go.â
âWanda, no one is asking you to. You can move on without letting my memory slip away from you.â
Wanda nods softly, thinking intently about what he said.
âTell me about her,â he encourages.
Wanda smiles.
âSheâs so gentle. And so stubborn. I almost hurt her when we first met but she didnât cower. She wasnât afraid. She didnât look at me like a monster. She made me laugh for the first time since you...you know. She fidgets with her fingers when sheâs nervous. She does this adorable head tilt when sheâs listening intently. Sheâs patient. Sheâs kind. Sheâs...sheâs everything,â Wanda realizes, awestruck.
Vision approaches her.
âYou love her.â
She looks at him, concerned. âIs that okay?â
He merely smiles. âDarling, of course itâs okay. She sounds wonderful. You deserve her. You deserve love, even if it isnât with me. You deserve happiness.â
Wanda grabs his hands. âThank you, Vision. For your love. I think it will always be a part of me. But Iâm ready to move on. I love her. Iâm ready.â
Vision squeezes her hands gently. âThat you are, Wanda. Iâll always love you. Now go. Go to her.â
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Wanda shot up, breathing deeply. This time, she only had one person on her mind: you. âI love her,â she whispers softly to herself. She smiles, but it quickly fades when she remembers the words she said to you last week. She had to make this right.
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She arrived at Group early, noticing with a frown that the snack table was empty. She knew she would need some baked goods to give her the courage to approach you, so she approached the facilitator, Mindy, and cleared her throat to get Mindyâs attention.
âUm, hello, maâam, I was just wondering where the goodies are? Theyâre usually here by now,â she said.
Mindy smiled at the girl. âIâm sorry, dear, but there wonât be any baked goods today. Y/N called me earlier, and told me she wouldnât be able to make it.â
âY/N? What does she have to do with-â Wanda pauses. Holy shit. You were the owner of Sugar, Butter, Flour. You had been the one making the goodies that fueled her to keep attending the group. You had been the provider of her temporary escape from the world. You did that. It truly was always you. She had to find you.
âAre you alright, dear?â Mindy asked.
Wanda shook her head. âNo, thereâs something I need to do. Thank you for your help, maâam.â And with that, she sprinted out the door, got into her car, and pulled out of the parking lot.
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Wanda didnât know where she was going. She just knew she had to find you. And then it started raining. No, not just raining. Pouring. This made it incredibly hard for Wanda to see where she was going, but she was determined.
As she drove, she realized something. She had told you everything about herself. You had listened, asked questions. But she never once asked about you. Hell, she didnât even know you baked for a living until 15 minutes ago. She didnât even know why you attended the grief group.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didnât realize she had driven all the way to the park at the edge of town, until she saw you. You were sitting on a bench, in the pouring rain, sobbing and shaking. Her heart broke at the sight. She quietly got out of her car.
âY/N?â She called your name softly, approaching you with caution.
Your head snapped up.
âWanda?â
She smiled weakly at you, and suddenly your eyes filled with more tears as you began to shake again.
âI tried to go to Group and act like everything was normal, I really tried, Wanda, but I just couldnât, Iâm sorry, Iâm so-â
Wanda rushed over to you, engulfing you in a hug, holding you tightly as you sobbed.
âItâs okay, malyshka, itâs alright. You didnât do anything wrong. Breathe, sweet girl. Iâm here. Iâm right here, I promise.â
She continued to hold you and speak comforting words to you for what felt like hours, until your sobs eventually died down, and you pulled away, sniffling. You looked up at the sky as if just remembering it was pouring, before standing up from the bench.
âSorry about that. We should probably go inside, itâs pouring, and I donât want you to-â
âI love you,â Wanda blurted out, leaving you speechless. She stood up and took your hands, mentally breathing a sigh of relief when you don't pull away. âIâm in love with you. Iâm so sorry for not admitting it to myself, or you, sooner. Me saying that I could never love you? That was the grief speaking. I shouldnât have let it control me like that. And Iâm done. Iâm done letting it control me. The truth is, anyone would be lucky to love you. And I do. I love you. I love your smile, I love your kind heart. I love your baked treats, which, by the way, I just learned were yours about an hour ago,â She says, and you let out a wet laugh. âI shouldnât have said those things,â She continued, âIt was wrong. Iâm in love with you. And I understand if you donât want to give me a second chance, because-â
You cut her off by smashing your lips against hers, and without hesitation, she kissed back, her arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer. The two of you only pulled away when you let out a violent shiver because of the rain. She looked at you concerned, but you merely laughed, pulling her in for another kiss.
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âDetka, Iâm home!â Wanda called out, wondering where you were. Her questions were answered when a delicious smell hit her. She walked into the kitchen and smiled adoringly at you. You were moving around the kitchen, flour in your hair, and batter all over your clothes, completely in your own little world.
âDetka,â Wanda tries again, and you spin around, holding a spatula out in front of you as a form of defense.
âShit, Wanda, sorry, you scared me!â You said, breathing a sigh of relief.
âMy how the tables have turned,â she says teasingly, before removing the spatula from your hand and licking it.
âWanda,â you pouted, âI was using that! Now I have to wash it!â
Wanda kissed the pout off of your face, before smiling at you triumphantly at doing so.
âOr, you could stop baking for the night and come cuddle with me and watch Bewitched,â she suggested, giving you those adorable puppy dog eyes.
You rolled your eyes playfully. âYou know I canât resist that face. Okay. Give me 10 minutes to get showered and then Iâll join you on the couch.â
âIâll be counting!â She called as you made your way to the bathroom.
It had been 5 years since that night in the rain, and as she sat down on the couch, gazing down at the wedding band that adorned her left hand, she still couldnât believe how she had gotten so lucky to find another love. You were beautiful, kind, and patient, and she loved you with every ounce of her heart.
âWhat are you thinking about, pretty girl?â You asked with a smile, before settling down next to her on the couch and curling into her side.
âYou. Itâs always you,â she replied, kissing your temple.
You smile lovingly at her. âI love you, Wanda.â
âAnd I love you, beautiful girl.â
And as the two of you sat there, snuggled up, and watched Bewitched, both of you were so grateful that Wanda had made room for another love.
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Just Friends
SUMMARY: Sam asks the group who they think are the âhottestâ members of the team. You donât make the cute for Buckyâs top five.
Bucky x TALL!Reader
W/C: 5,800
WARNINGS: angst, swearing (like two f bombs), cannon level violence, Bucky being an idiot (itâs a warning), physical insecurities, fake science
A/N: I wrote this because the top 5 situation actually happened to me IRL and when you donât make someone you likeâs list, it sucks. Also, this is in no way meant as being against people who are smaller! I am just a tall/plus size woman and sometimes that really makes you feel like youâre unattractive to people because you donât fit the gender norm. Let me know what you think! Iâm pretty new at this so Iâd appreciate the feedback!
Also, HUGE shout out to @princessmisery666 for being so patient and supportive! Thank you for being my beta! Your comments were so incredibly helpful!
The best part about working with Bucky was that you got to see him everyday. The worst part was that you were constantly reminded that he wasnât attracted to you.
You knew you were a good looking woman, people would often tell you that. It usually happened when you werenât necessarily feeling your prettiest. Somehow that made it worse. Others would compliment you but he never would. Even when you knew you looked good- like you had put in extra effort and actually tried that day- still he would give you nothing.
You sat across from him in the common room looking at all the other Avengers wondering why he didnât feel the same when you finally got your answer.
âAlright man,â Sam called out to the group. âTop five, letâs go.â
âTop five?â asked Clint, not sure if he wanted to know the answer. âTop five what?â
Everyone looked back to Sam, - âTop five on who you think is lookinâ most fineâ.
âYou want us to rate each other?â You asked incredulously.
âNaw, man!â Sam replied. âI want to know who you think are the top five most attractive! Male and female!â
You slunk back into the sofa, both curious and terrified of the conversation to come.
You heard huffs from the others but no one objected. Vision went first and of course he could only answer with; âI believe all of you are inherently lovely. I couldnât possibly pick a top five of those who I find to be most attractive.â As soon as he finished and the room was no longer focused on him though he leaned over to Wanda and said something in her ear that made her blush.
You brought your cup up to your lips to hide your smile. You loved how happy they were after having been through so much heartbreak.
Sam went next, âImma say, Wanda, Nat, Gamoraâs got it goinâ onâŠfor an alienâŠHill - donât tell her I said that- andâŠY/N,â he said throwing you a wink.
You smiled but shook your head with a roll of your eyes. You knew the only reason he said your name was because you were in the room. He was trying to be kind. Men didnât seem to be actively lining up to be with youâŠit might have something to do with them being intimidated by you being an Avenger but who could possibly know
âSam you would think anything with legs that gave you the time of day was hot,â Bucky shot.
The others laughed but Sam shot back, âalright, Tin Man, whoâs on your list? Okoye?â
âYeah for one! I would be dead before I could make a move but sure! Sheâs dangerous and stunning!â He took a swig of bourbon as if he was done.
âAlright then who else?â Wanda leaned forward winking at you.
You shot her a warning look. You had only told her how you felt about Bucky once on a drunken night after finding out he had gone on date with another recruit. Jealousy had reared its ugly head and she could feel your angst that night. You had asked Wanda how; âA tiny little thing that would barely hold her own in the ring,â could possibly catch his eye. It was as if the only thing he saw you as was an ear to listen to his problems and a soldier he could rely on in the field. You had seen them together multiple times since then and every time it pained you more.
She was everything you werenât. Barely five foot, two inches tall with a skinny frame to match, and a nicely formed backside. In reality you couldnât be mad at Bucky. He deserved to be happy. He was your friend and you wanted that for him. You just wanted that particular happiness too.
âOkay, okay!â Buckyâs hands came up in surrender as he finished his drink and leaned back to think, He sat so close to you his left bicep of his folded arms brushed yours with every breath he took.âOkoye? SureâŠuh⊠in no particular orderâŠWanda, Nat, Darcy, and the little woman, Kris, from reception.â
âIt seems, Mr. Barnesâ, said Vision, âthat you prefer mates who are significantly smaller than you. I do believe that of that group, Wanda is the tallest one.â
âWhich isnât really saying much because Iâm only five, sixâ, she complained.
âThe perfect height my dear.â Wanda smiled at that and kissed Visionâs cheek .
You took another long sip of your drink as you registered what had been said. Your stomach soured as you finished the glass. Not so much from the alcohol as from the realization that the man who you had secretly been pinning over didnât even list you as attractive enough to make his top five.
You felt like you knew why. It was just too much. You werenât small and dainty like those on his list. You had big bones and a can do attitude. You wouldnât take crap from people. And because you were so tall you could come off as intimidatingâŠor so some men had told you.
âIâm going to get another drink,â You whispered to no one in particular.
But Sam really couldnât read a room and he called you out. âNo, no! Whoâs on your list Y/N?â
âOh no!â You said dryly. âIâd have to be much drunker for that conversation. For now, I'll keep my opinions to myself.â
You spotted Buckyâs surprised face before you made your way over to the bar. The conversation carried on behind you as you refilled your glass. Thoughts of Buckyâs revelation clouding your mind. You were never going to be good enough for him because you were just too big. Too tall. Too much. He liked the smallest, most petite women in the compound. Feeling your emotions swelling,you decided to grab the bottle and made your way quietly out of the room while the ruckus continued.
Once on your floor you closed the door behind you with a forceful slam, âFRIDAY!! Lock the door and donât open it for anyone!!â
âYes, Miss Y/L/N.â
The rest of the night was spent on the floor in your sweats drinking from your bottle of whiskey and feeling sorry for yourself and all the things you couldnât be because of biology.
You werenât sure if it was a drunken stupor or your imagination but at one point you could have sworn you heard a knock only for it to go away just as quickly.
âŠ
The next day you had an awful hangover and didnât get out of bed. Bucky came to your door for your normal morning run.
âTell him Iâm not going, Friday.â
âHe would like to know why, Miss.â
âTell him itâs my time of the month.â
âYour time of the month was last week, Miss.â
âWhoâs side are you on, Friday? Just tell him Iâm sick.â
âVery well, Miss.â
It was silent for a few moments and you had thought that would be enough to get Bucky off your back for now.
âMr. Barnes would like to know if youâd like to see Dr. Cho, Miss.â
âUuuugggghhhh,â you rolled out of bed and marched over, irritated that the one person you didnât want to see was at your door.Pulling it open with a huff you practically screamed. âWhat?!?â
âWoah!â Bucky jumped back startled at your disheveled appearance and puffy eyes. âI just want to make sure youâre alright, doll. You didnât come back last night and you never answered the door when I came to check on you.â
So there was a knock last night.
You couldnât look him in the eye as your eyes filled with tears again, this time with shame. âIâm fine, Bucky.â You started shutting the door quickly and he stuck his hand on it preventing you from closing it again.
âY/NâŠwhatâsâŠâ
âBucky, I just need some rest okay?â You cut him off, âIâm fine. I promise Iâll be right as rain tomorrow.â You smiled weakly.
Bucky searched your face as if trying to find what you werenât telling him in your eyes. But you were an Avenger and you knew how to school your features to show nothing.
Bucky sighed and shook his head, âalright, doll. Iâm here if you want to talk about anything.â
âYes, fine,â you said pushing him out the door. Your eyes had flooded with tears again. You didnât look up to see Buckyâs hurt and concerned face as you closed the door again and put your back to it.
You held your breath listening for his footsteps to retreat before sinking to the floor and crying.
âŠ
The next day was an all out avoid Bucky day. You werenât sure you could take the questions and worried looks he was sure to give you. Instead, you decided that what you needed was time away from such temptation. And so, you went in to ask Steve for an overseas long assignment.
âYou sure about this one, Y/N. Itâs a 9 month solo mission. Itâs going to be long and itâs going to be lonely.â
âYes. Iâm sure. I need some time to myself.â
Steve looked at you with understanding and pity. He could see how you felt about Bucky even if he couldnât get his best friend to see it as well.
âAlright,â he said, âsuit up. You leave in 2 hours.â
South Africa wasnât the worst assignment. It wouldnât take long for you to get the information you needed. And the separation from Bucky would be good for you.
You finished checking your last weapon and loaded it as well as a pair of throwing knives, a gift from Bucky, into your duffle before looking around your room one more time.
You headed to the door and almost made it out until the picture of you and Bucky on your dresser made you stop. Picking it up you smiled at the memory of the minor league baseball game youâd attended together. You had won tickets and no one else was available that night. When youâd offered the tickets to Bucky you couldnât believe that he said yes! It was the true start of your friendship, talking about life and how much it had changed for him but also how little it had changed for you. He couldnât believe it when you started singing all the words to âIâll never smile againâ.
âYou think I donât know music? Iâm quite cultured, Mr. Barnes!â You had said with a laugh.
âI never said you werenât, sweetheart!â
Coming back out of your revelry with a start you put the picture back down on the dresser and turned to the door. You were going to get over this infatuation, even if it killed you. Supposedly time heals all wounds. Well you werenât sure if there was ever going to be enough time but you could get distance.
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Hours later Bucky came in to tell you about the relationship problems he was having with the girl from reception. She just didnât seem to understand him and kept picking fights. You had become his confidant and had saved his relationship once before so would most likely be able to do it again.
He was almost to your room when he noticed your door was ajar. Slowing he moved closer and pushed it in silently. The room was neat and quiet. Your bed folded nicely as though it was always that way.
Bucky knew that you never made your bed until you were right about to get in it. Or unless you were going on a trip.
Checking carefully he started to notice things missing. Your favorite slippers were gone. Your tooth brush and favorite stuffed animal turtle were also missing. All of the things that you felt you had to have with you were gone.
Then he saw the picture frame on the dresser. Picking it up he too smiled at the memory, then frowned. It was still here. You almost always took this with you. Why was it still here but everything else you held of value was gone.
âFriday, where is Y/N?â
âMiss Y/L/N has volunteered for a mission, sir.â
âWhere?â
âThat information is classified.â
âOkay, when will she be back?â
âThat information is classified.â
âAlright, who else went on the mission,â he asked hoping whoever it was would have your back.
âAll other Avengers are currently in the compound.â
âSo she went by herself?â Bucky fumed.
âThat information is classified.â
âDamn robots!â
Bucky stormed out and found Steve in the kitchen.
âWhere did you send her, punk!
Steve didnât even look up from his newspaper, knowing exactly what his best friend was talking about.
âSheâll be fine, Buck. She just needs some time to herself.â
âSo send her to Fiji! Not a solo mission!!â
âThis is her call Bucky. Youâve got to trust her.â
Bucky spun on his heel and headed to the computer lab. He knew he was being irrational but if no one else was going to look after your well-being then he was going to have to do it himself.
It took him all day but he finally unencrypted the files for your mission. You were to carry out a recon mission in Port Elizabeth on a supposed Hydra base. It was a far cry from Fiji but you wouldnât be in immediate danger.
Still he came in everyday to check in on your reports and find out how the events in the country were progressing. He had even convinced Torres to help him set up notifications to his phone if something were to go wrong. He had, very nicely, threatened him with knives if he didnât set up Starkâs satellite to keep an eye on you.
After three weeks he was really starting to miss your company. Every time he went out with Kris from reception he realized that she just wasnât as interesting as you. They didnât have the same camaraderie and chemistry as the two of you did.
So when his phone dinged at 2:30am he looked at the notification. It was a satellite image of you on your apartment porch drinking coffee. You seemed at ease and calm at your small table. Your hair down and wearing a long red dress. He went to the live feed of the satellite but when he did you werenât there.
Bucky refreshed the page again thinking it may be just an error. But his rising heartbeat made him think differently. When the screen came back he noticed the upturned coffee mug and the newspapers on the ground.
Bucky flew from his bed and raced down the hall to the command room. Steve and Tony were already there, still in their pajamas.
ââŠitâs not as if she has a tracker in her, Stark!â
âWell maybe she should! Maybe we should make it a standard issue! Everyone gets a tracker! Friday! Make a note!â
âYes sir.â replied the AI.
âTony, we need to focus on theâŠâ
âWhere is she?!â Bucky growled.
Both men turned around in surprise. Steve recovered first, his eyes sympathetic for his friendâs worry. âWeâre not sure, Buck. These images were only taken 4 hours ago.â He clicked to zoom in closer, âbut we did get this.â
He zoomed all the way into the kitchen window behind where youâd sat drinking coffee, where a face reflected in the glass. Bucky looked on in rage, hands in tight fists, as the image became clearer and Zemo came into focus.
âŠ
You awoke with a start, unaware of your surroundings. You sat on a bed in a bare room with a single one way mirror. A metal chair sat by the wall and you noticed no handle on the door. Trying to piece together what had happened you recalled your last memory.
A beautiful morning, the sun shining on the water, a freshly brewed cup of coffee. You sat in your apartment in Port Elizabeth, a pain in your neckâŠ
âZemo,â you whispered.
âAh, youâre awake,â said the speaker above you. âIâm sorry about the dramatics but it was necessary. Youâre a very important piece of the puzzle.â
âLet me guess,â you said as you rolled your eyes. âYou donât like the way the world is being saved by the Avengers and you think you could do better.â
âActually I want something else, ĐŒĐŸĐč ĐŽĐŸŃĐŸĐłĐŸĐč. I need you.â
âWhat?â you cried befuddled. âWhy on earth would you need me?â
âDo you know what TX-39 is?â
âYes, I have an entire codex of arbitrary numbers logged away in my brain,â you retorted.
Zemo didnât pause at your sarcasm. âTX-39 is the compound used to create nucleotides that bond onto nerve endings. By doing so they suspend brain signals stopping all neuro function and rendering the subject immoble. Something you have experienced first hand. By combining a nanotech inhibitor with this nerve ending your subjectâs direct motor function is now open to...suggestions.â
You sat astounded as you registered what he had told you. You looked down at your hands but you didnât feel different. There was no way something like this could work.
âWhat better way to get rid of a super soldier than to create your own?â Zemo said. You felt a slight buzz in your spine as you stood up quickly trying to resist. Running to the mirror you pulled back your arm, ready to punch your way out, but an inch from the glass your arm stopped. âIronic that the Soldat will come to save you, only to be the one who needs to be saved.â With that you felt the electricity in your spine disappear and your body was your own again.
Frustration built within you as you sat back on the bed for a moment processing his statement. Your face became more and more incredulous until finally you burst out laughing. You continued laughing harder and harder at the absurdity of Zemoâs reasoning.
âYou think Iâm the one he is going to come after,â you laughed. âYou think you picked the right mouse for your trap? Youâre going to wait a long time if you think heâs going to come and get me.â
During your first few weeks away you had missed Bucky fiercely. Leaving him behind so abruptly had felt like severing a part of yourself, but the last few weeks had been good for you. You had forgotten what it was like to rely on yourself. You had grown into yourself again and had realized how little Bucky had actually cared for you when he never came to find you. He hadnât so much as picked up the phone after you had left. It was as if you had never existed in the first place.
âBucky doesnât care about me,â you said sardonically. âHe never has. We are barely even friends.You picked the wrong mouse, Zemo. â
âWeâll see, ĐŽĐŸŃĐŸĐłĐŸĐč,â and with a click he was gone.
Your brain shifted in and out of the conversation with Zemo. Looking down at your hands, you prayed it wasnât true. You knew that what had happened at the window was real but you didnât want to believe it. You had been turned into a weapon to hurt your friends. To hurt Bucky.
Crossing your arms over your chest you laid down on the bed, rolled over to face the wall, and cried.
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Avengers Compound
âThere is a five mile radius around Agent Y/L/N last known location,â said Fury. âTwo man teams will sweep the area in a grid formation while the drones scan for energy signatures. Any questions?â
All those around the table sat silent, but nodded confirmation of their understanding of the objective. Fury looked around the room, âThis mother fucker took one of ours and I wanna know why. Letâs get going.â
Bucky stood up from the table and made his way out of the room to the Quinjet hangar. Steve pulled on his arm before entering the plane. âI know whatâs going through your mind right now Buck, but we are going to get her backâ.
Bucky looked at the ground before raising his eyes to his friend. âHe knew how to get to me, Steve. He always knows where to hurt me. He couldnât use you. Youâre too difficult to overpower. So he had to pick her. I just,â Bucky wasnât sure how to finish his thought. Words never came easily to him and he wasnât sure he could really express what he was feeling. âI just want her safe.â
After you had left Bucky felt hollow inside. He hadnât realized how much joy you brought to his day with your smiles and jokes. Always knowing what to say, or at least, what he needed to hear. Your departure made him realize he needed you. Boarding the jet Bucky knew that no matter what happened he was going to tell you how he felt.
âŠ
The team had been sweeping through the city for what felt like hours and there still hadnât been any developments. Walking through another alleyway Bucky scanned the cobblestone streets. He was beginning to lose hope at ever finding you at all when he saw an uneven line in between two buildings.
Pressing his comm link he called out, âSteve, Iâve got something. Iâm going to check it out.â
âBucky, wait for backup. Weâll come to you.â
Feeling along the wall Bucky felt a draft between the cracks. Unholstering the gun at his hip he pushed against the wall feeling it give way.
âIâm going in. Follow my location.â
âBucky, wait!â Steve called.
Bucky ignored his calls and continued down the dimly lit hall. The walls opened up to a staircase leading down to a command room. The musky scent of decay and scotch filled Buckyâs nostrils.
âPrivet, Soldat,â Zemo called from the darkness.
Bucky whirled around to find nothing.
âHave you come for your little mouse?â
Still searching, Bucky said nothing as the sound came from a different corner of the room.
âHave you realized how much you miss her?â
Bucky circled again, coming up to a window.
âI wonder what it is? Is it her sweetness that draws you? Or her willingness to see you for more than the killer you are?â
Bucky frowned. Zemo was playing with him.
âOr have you realized that her fire is what draws you to her? She does have a talented tongue. Iâve seen her put it to good use,â Zemo provoked. âI have enjoyed having her in my company, but it seems you really never appreciated her spirit, did you?â
Bucky continued searching the room as Zemo continued his monologue. Coming up to the computer he saw a paused video feed. It played as soon as he stepped forward.
Bucky saw you in a room, still in your red sundress. Your hair was matted and you had the look in your eye of anger and exasperation. When you spoke, Bucky felt the wind rush out of his lungs.
âBucky doesnât care about me,â you said sardonically. âHe never has. We are barely even friends.â
âA pity she never saw you care, but I suppose itâs only fair that you tell her now.â
The door beside the window clicked open with a beep. You came out of the cell with a look of wary surprise on your face. âBucky?â
âNow is your moment, Sergeant Barnes. Why not tell her how you feel before it's too late,â called Zemo.
Bucky holstered his gun and walked toward you. âY/N? Are you okay? Come on, let's get out of here.â
He grabbed your hand and turned to go but you were rooted to the spot. Your breathing became heavy as you felt the tingling sensation in your spine again.
âBucky, I need you to leave,â you cried, dread dripping from your voice.
âWhat? No,sweetheart, come on! Iâm not leaving you.â
âBucky, IâŠâ you started.
âLast chance to declare yourself, Soldat.â
Looking up in anger, Bucky yelled. âShut up, Zemo. Iâm not performing for you-â Buckyâs head turned in surprise as you punched him across the face. âWhat the hell, Y/N?â
âIt wasnât me!â you cried as you dropped and kicked his legs out from under him.
Bucky rolled over quickly to pick himself up as you followed him swinging punches at his head and kicks to his stomach. Your moves were both erratic and efficient as they landed multiple times. It was all Bucky could do to block your assault and move out of the way.
âThis isnât me!â you cried again between punches. âZemo is controlling me with nanotech!â
Bucky threw up an arm to block your punch before flipping you around by your arm and pressing you to the wall. He didnât want to hurt you but he was pretty sure that it wasnât the most comfortable position.
âItâs okay, Y/N. Weâre going to get you out of this.â
Your foot kicked his leg and you pushed yourself over and around his head and away from the wall. Grabbing the knife at his hip as you slipped out of his grip, you threw it into his thigh.
Bucky looked at you in surprise and annoyance. âSorry!â you winced. Pulling the knife from his leg he tossed it to the floor.
âLook, Y/N. Iâm not going anywhere, but try not to kill me, okay?â
âItâs not like Iâm doing this on purpose Bucky!â you huffed as you charged at him.
âWell Iâm just trying to get you out of the problem you put yourself in!â You had grabbed another knife and went to stab him. Bucky caught the knife and twisted your hand but the knife snagged your dress and tore the skirt as you fought to wrestle it away.
Your eyes flared with anger and the next punch you threw had a little extra heft in it.
âThat I put myself in? How about you, Mr. Barge-into-a-room-with-no-back-up!â
âOh, Iâm sorry, I thought you liked being saved! Although youâre one to talk! You came on a mission without backup!â Bucky rolled across the computer console out of the way of your next kick, getting agitated at your attitude.
âBecause I needed space!â you yelled as you followed him around the computer desk.
âSpace? Space from what?â Bucky yelled back, actually throwing a punch that you easily evaded.
âYou! You idiot!â it burst out of you as you came up swinging before pushing him to the ground.
Bucky looked up at you with his eyes wide. You had him straddled under your legs. Bucky brought his arms up to block your punches while he tried to talk to you.
âWhy would you need space from me? I donât understand. You left without warning, without saying goodbye! Your mission was classified so I had to hack F.R.I.D.A.Y to even find out where you were!â
Your body was starting to fatigue from the strain of the fight as you continued to land blow after blow. You were fit and well trained but because your body was not your own you were blowing through energy rapidly. Your breaths were coming in short gasps as your chest heaved at each punch. If you kept this up, you werenât sure how much time you would have before your body gave out entirely.
âY/N, you left a huge gap! You were my best friend and then you were gone! You wouldnât even talk to me before you left! You didnât tell me you were leaving. I couldnât even call you because the mission was supposed to be classified!â
Maybe it was the fatigue, maybe the hopelessness you felt, but you gave him everything you had left as you pummeled into him. Frustration over your situation, frustration at him, frustration at yourself built up inside you.
âI WILL NOT BE YOUR STAND IN! I will not be second best. I canât look on anymore as you find someone smaller, cuter, littler to fit perfectly into your life! I deserve to be wanted! I deserve to be desired!â you screamed at the man beneath you as tears streamed down your cheeks.
Bucky finally bucked his hips and flipped you under him, pinning your hands to the ground next to your head.
âGet off of me! Let me go!â you had finally had enough. The damn had broken and your emotions and insecurities raged inside you. Your body pulled and twisted to break free from his grip.
âYou do deserve to be desired,â Bucky said calmly as he caged you beneath him. âYou are nobody's stand in. Youâre perfect just as you are.â He wanted to say more but it was all he could do to keep you pinned under him.
The team burst down into the control room to see you openly weeping and Bucky on top of you.
âNat, I need you to put an electric burst in my arm.â Bucky said looking up.
âIâm sorry, you what?â asked Nat.
âJust do it!â he said as you fought harder against him.
With a nod from Steve, Nat waved her baton and zapped Buckyâs arm causing both of you to scream in pain. When your body finally stopped seizing, the lack of adrenaline and the pain and fatigue caught up to you and you passed out in Buckyâs arms.
âYou want to explain why I just pushed fifty thousand volts through you two?â
âZemo infected her with some kind of nano tech. She hasnât been in control this entire time.â
Steve scanned around the room. âAlright team, fan out. See if you can find out where Zemo went. I want teams down here with sat links up in 30 minutes.â
Bucky circled the gears around in his arm to get it up and running again before scooping you carefully off the ground.
âBuck, get her on the next jet out. Dr. Cho and Banner will be waiting for you to get back.â
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For the second time you woke up in an unfamiliar place, and struggled to get your bearings. You felt like youâd been run over by a pick up truck and tumbled through a dryer.
Feeling slowly returned to your hands as your eyes opened and your vision cleared. You were in one of the medical rooms at the compound you realized.
âLook who decided to wake up,â said a gruff voice.
Turning your head you saw Bucky sitting in the chair beside you. He looked fresh and his eyes twinkled at you.
âBucky,â you croaked as you tried to sit up.
âWoah there. You just relax. Your body is still trying to catch up from Zemoâs nanites.â
You slumped back down in the bed as Bucky leaned forward to take your hand.
âYou had me worried there for a minute, doll. Youâve been sleeping for days. Wasnât sure when you were going to pull through.â
âYou doubt me, Barnes?â
âNot for a second, sweetheart, but I sure as hell missed you.â Bucky smiled, then looked down for a moment as if trying to find the right words. âWe need to talk about why you left, Y/N.â
âNo, Bucky, I...it doesnât matter.â You say looking away. âItâs not important.â
âI donât know, Iâd say you thinking you donât matter to me is pretty important.â You turned to look at him sharply, mouth open in a small gasp. âAnd Iâd also say that you thinking I donât find you desirable is pretty important too.â
You sat in shock as he spoke, not wanting to break the way you had during your fight.
âY/N, you are perfect. You knew me before I even knew myself. You light up the whole room just by being in it. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are strong, independent, kind, and gentle. Youâre like a tall Asgardian goddess. Every inch of you is beautiful. I thought back to the last time we talked...before you left, and I realized why you did. I know why you thought I wasnât attracted to you. That night, Samâs list,â he paused as if pained at the memory, âI didnât add you because...well, because I was so confused at how I was feeling. You were my friend. I didnât realize till it was too late that I was already falling in love with you. And I most definitely didnât want to give Sam anymore ammunition.â
You looked up at him sharply when he dropped the L word.
Bucky stood to reposition himself on the edge of your bed. Taking your face in his hands he leans forward until your foreheads barely touch. âI didnât want to ruin things with you. You were my friend. You were perfect and I thought you deserved better so I ran to find something that was everything you werenât. You are my perfect fit. You are just right. You are the only person I want. Please tell me youâre mine. Please tell me I havenât lost you.â
You brought your hand up to rest over his as you let his words wash over you.
He wanted you. He thought you were beautiful. All of you. All of the parts people had told you were too much: your height, your attitude, your independence - he wanted it all.
You did something that you wanted to do for months, you brought your lips up to his softly and gave him a chaste kiss. âI was always yours Bucky,â You pulled his hands down and pushed him away to look into his eyes, âbut I wonât be taken for granted anymore. I shouldnât have to leave for you to want me. I shouldnât have to be gone for you to realize what you had. I left for a reason. It was to find peace with myself. I realized that I didnât need your approval. I didnât need your desire to be whole. I wonât settle for someone who canât see whatâs right in front of them. I know my worth.â
Bucky looked at you sorrowfully as he held onto your fingers, memorizing their shape. âIâm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you feel like you werenât enough.â
âI know, but it happened. I donât need you to be happy, Bucky...â Bucky hung his head in dejection. â...But I do want you.â
Bucky looked up at you sharply to find your eyes full of love and warmth. You wanted him. Even after all that happened - how he forced you away, how he made you feel like you werenât good enough, you were still willing to forgive him. You wanted him even with all his faults.
You brought him closer for another kiss and savored the way his lips fell across yours. Breaking away to look up at him you said what you had been holding in for months, âAnd I love you too.â
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Viagra Prank - Bakugou Katsuki
Bakugou x f!reader
Warnings: smut, f!receiving, male masterbation, needy Bakugou, sexual touching
BAKUGOUâS MASTERLIST
Summary: After a dumb argument, Y/N decides to punish Bakugou by avoiding him while heâs superrrrrr horny
A/N: NOT SPELL CHECKED
Bakugou and Y/N had been arguing for an hour already. They have been talking about Y/N cheating on him.....IN A FUCKING DREAM. Yes it really scared Bakugou and he did wanna talk to Y/N about it, but he just went about it in the wrong way and so, this led to the arguing and yelling. Bakugou knew he was in the wrong, but he was too stubborn to apologize, at least verbally. Usually, that was okay for Y/N, because at least he showed when he was sorry. But this time, all she wanted was a soft and genuine âIâm sorry.â
Instead of apologizing verbally, Bakugou attempted to make up for it through his actions. He bought Y/N another teddy bear to go along with the others he got her, bought her a bouquet of roses and gourmet chocolates, and spent the entire day with her. At night, he held you close and filled your ears with sweet nothings like âIâm so lucky I have you,â âI donât know how you deal with me, Teddy Bear, but thank you,â and âIâll forever love you, Y/N.â
After seeing he put a little extra effort into this very âBakugouâ apology, Y/N forgave him, but she still wasnât letting him off the hook. She wanted to punish him at least a little, but the question was âhow?â She discussed it with Bakugouâs closest friends to give her ideas.
âYou could ignore him all day.â The red head said, âhe has a free day tomorrow, so I can imagine he plans on spending every second of it with you.â
âNah, since he has a free day, I would love to spend time with him too. I donât wanna ignore him, just mess with him a little to get back at him.â You said.
âWhat about one of those kinky couples do? A sexual punishment. Orgasm denial, overstimula-â
âNEXXTTTTTâ you, Kirishima, and Kaminari said, cutting off Seroâs nasty thoughts. Besides, you and Bakugou were that kinky couple. And you knew he enjoyed all that stuff. The freaky bastard. You were getting nowhere until Kaminari said something unexpectedly smart.
âWhat about viagra?â He recommended.
âWhat?â You questioned.
âViagra. You can buy it at any pharmacy and just crush up the pill into a powder and give it to Bakugou in a drink. Itâs gonna make this man insanely horny, and to punish him, just deny him every time.â He said sipping his drink.
âI-.....thatâs perfect!â You said
âWow Kaminari, nice plan.â Mina said.
âThank you.......hey can I get some more boneless ice?â Annddddd dunce face is back. Someone get this boy his water.
Doesnât matter though, now all you have to do is buy the viagra and youâre set. That night, you and Mina went to the pharmacy together and bought the pills. When you went to sleep, you saw Bakugou waiting for you in the room.
âJeez babe, what took so long? I was waiting here for like 2 hours!â Bakugou pouted. You laughed and kissed him.
âIâm sorry Suki, but not everyone goes to bed at 8 on a Friday night.â You said taking off your jacket and changing into your pjs. You climbed into bed as Bakugou defended himself.
âWell neither do I, but I woke up mad early today.â He said wrapping his arms around you. You pecked his forehead and tried to get some sleep, excited for the next day.
âYeah, yeah you big baby. Just get some sleep.â As you both cuddled up, you layed with a devious smirk as an unknowing Pomeranian slept peacefully above you.
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That morning, you woke up early with Bakugou to work out together. As Bakugou got ready, you prepped his drinks. You placed 3 bottles of water in Bakugouâs gym bag and opened up one of them. Taking the viagra pill out, you placed it in a bowl and used the bottle cap to crush the pill to a powder. You poured the dust into the water, put the cap back on and shook the bottle. After seeing the bottle still looked normal, you subtly marked it and placed it back in his bag. When he came, ready to go you gave him the bag and you guys made your way to the gym.
After working out for a few minutes, Bakugou took a huge gulp of water. You noticed it was the bottle you marked and smiled. After a few minutes, Bakugou was starting to feel...something. He didnât know what it was, but now he was staring at you...more than usual. Your body covered glistened in your sweat and the image of you like that was burned into Bakugouâs mind. The heavy breathing you did only accentuated his need for you and the way your body looked everytime you stretched or moved. God, he knew you were hot, but something about you today just hit different.
Bakugou walked up to you and held your waist.
âSuki?â You looked up at him with an innocent face that made him bite his lips.
âDo you wanna get outta here? I think weâre set on workouts for today, Princess.â He said while staring at your body and chest.
âOh, sure! Let me just get my stuff and-â you were cut off when Bakugou gripped your ass with both hands and tongued you down, he pushed you up against the wall and began grinding into you. You felt his growing erection press up against your sensitive heat which made you moaned into the kiss. This made Bakugou even needier. Unfortunately, you werenât giving in so easily today.
âHah...S-Suki..â you breathed out while pushing him off you slightly. âCâmon..can we at least get out of here and wash up.â
âWhy? We can do that after I completely ravish you,â Bakugou smirked as he attempted to kiss you once more but you pushed him back smiling.
âSorry Suki, but we need to get back. Okay?â You said and walked away as Bakugou rolled his eyes taking another sip of water. You both walked out but with Bakugou being a lot more handsier. You walked and he would jog up behind you and grab your ass, he would walk with his arms wrapped around your waist while standing behind you, and once you reached your dorm room, he shut the door and slammed you against it grabbing your chest and kissing you again with fervor and tongue. Sadly, once again, you pushed him off.
âShower first Suki.â You said and walked to get some clothes out of your closet. Bakugou just sighed and banged his head against the door. He looked down and saw his friend creating a tent in his sweatpants and he let out a breath a horny frustration. Then an idea hit him.
âShower sex?â He said hopefully like a happy puppy, and if he had a tail, please believe itâd be wagging.
âNo.â Bakugou just growled and flopped onto the bed and face planted down on the cushion.
âFineeeeee!!!!!â He complained while his voice muffled by the mattress. While you showered, you left a needy Bakugou on the mattress. He could only imagine what you looked like. Curvaceous body, covered in droplets of water, steam all around you making your cheeks red. Bakugou rubbed at his face. Why the fuck was he this horny?
When you walked out, you were wearing a small towel as you seemed to have used your wind quirk to dry your hair. Bakugou licked his lips as he walked up to your almost naked body and felt you up. He kissed up on your neck as you tilted your head to give him more access. You pressed your ass into his crotch as he grinded into you. You could hear his soft moans. His hand traveled to grope your chest and the other hand went to your clit.
âYou want me to feel up on this sweet little cunt?â He asked as he pressed two fingers into you and you gasped.
âA-ah...â you moaned out as your tongue rolled out of your mouth and eyes rolled to the back of your head. You almost gave in to his desires until your phone rang, snapping you out of your trance. You pulled his hand away from you and walked to your phone but not before Bakugou tried pulling you back.
âHey..where do you think youâre going? Iâm not done with you.â He said pulling you towards him.
âKatsuki..â
âPlease, Princess. I need you..now.â He said as he grabbed your ass.
âBaby, seriously. Get washed up and letâs continue our day. Please?â You pouted and Bakugou sighed and gave in. He grabbed some clothes he kept in your closet and went to wash up. You sighed in relief and checked your phone only to see it was spam, but still glad it snapped you out. As you got dressed, you cursed yourself for falling so easily for Katsuki.
âThat damn Katsuki. Knowing my body, using it against me. Who the hell does he think he is being built like a Greek god like that?â You thought as you dressed yourself.
While Bakugou was in the shower, he realized he needed to calm down. Yes he has an amazingly hot girlfriend he could fuck to settle him down, but it was clear she wasnât down for morning sex today so he had to solve it himself.
He let his head rest under the hot water as his hand went to grab at his length and move vigorously. He imagined the way Y/N would look with her pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, swallowing all of him. How she would take his entire length in her tight little cunt, squeezing him perfectly.
âY-Y/N...fuck..faster..â he moaned out with a breathy voice as he moved his hips, fucking his hand. He groaned and threw his head back.
âC-Câmon baby...s-shit, câmon. Oh fuck..Iâm cumming! ....a-ah!â He said as his hips stuttered and his release covered the shower floor. He sighed as he tried to regain his breath from his orgasm. It wasnât as good as it wouldâve been if it was actually you, but nonethe less, he came. Sadly, he still wasnât satisfied.
As Bakugou walked out in nothing but a towel, he tried to get dressed but the second he saw you, his hard on returned. Oh, this was gonna be a long day.
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All throughout the day Bakugou tried his best to get you in bed, and when his advances always failed, he resorted to feeling up on you or running to the bathroom for release.
You had to admit, rejecting Bakugouâs attempts had gotten harder and harder. For each time he touched you, you basically had to leave yourself hanging. You felt yourself grow wetter each time to a point where even you almost went to hide away in your room and please yourself. Thankfully, it was almost midnight, meaning the day would be over and your punishment for Bakugou would be done. Then, you both can explore your desires.
It was late LATE into the night when Bakugou busted into your room as you were watching a movie. You paused the screen and spoke to him.
âSuki! You canât just barge in like that, youâre gonna break my do-â
âShut upâ he said as he made his strides over to you and shut you up by tonguing you down. You fell into the kiss and returned it, kissing him with just as much passion. You peaked open your eyes and looked at the time. 11:47. âSo close,â you thought to yourself. You reluctantly pushed him away again.
âSuki..no,â
âSuki, yes.â He whined back as he attempted to kiss you again but you stopped him once more. He was getting fed up. He lifted you by your hips, tossed you flat on your back on the bed, and used his arms to cage you in. His hands pinned your wrists to the sides of your head and his knees were pressed into the mattress at the side of your hips. He got close in your face before speaking.
âYou owe me an explanation, princess. I get not wanting to fuck on busy days or during a certain time but all day? Iâve tried to get you right here where Ive wanted you and you rejected me each time. Tell. Me. Why.â He said each word with poison on his tongue. You cringed at what you thought his reaction would be, but soon came to the conclusion that youâd have to tell him at some point.
â...Punishmentâ you said with a hopeful smile, praying that your boyfriend wonât fling you out the window. Bakugou looked at you with wide eyes.
âWhat?â He squinted his eyes at you and asked.
âYou were acting like an idiot the other day and it pissed me off. I accepted your apology and forgave you but you werenât completely off the hook. So I put viagra in your drink to turn you on and deny you as a punishment.â You cringed at how easy it was for you to tell him the truth. Bakugou looked at you with a confused look, then a smirk.
âSo...you drugged my drink to get me riled up so I could fuck you? Didnât know my teddy bear was so freaky,â he said licking your neck.
âWhat?! No! Itâs not like tha- ah!â You were interrupted as Bakugou gripped into your chest.
âThen whats it like, teddy bear? Rejection? Well youâre not denying me now. Why not?â He asked you. But you had no answer for him anyway, so as far as he knew, he was right.
âThatâs what I thought,â he said while continuing the attack on your neck. âIâve been so neglected all day, I think as an apology gift, you should let me have my way with you. Doesnt that sound fun, princess?â He said the last sentence while letting his finger press against your clothed clit. You moaned at the feeling and felt yourself growing wet.
âK-Katsuki!â You moaned.
âPlease, Princess?â He asked..practically begged.
You bit your lip and closed your eyes. Enjoying the feeling of his pads rubbing into you. You arched your back and gave in, spreading you legs for him. Bakugou smirked and was quick to remove your shorts and panties. Excited, he went to feast right away. No teasing, no waiting. Heâs right into it, enjoying his meal. Sucking and kissing your bud, his eyes shut as he enjoys hearing your moans and tasting your sweet nectar.
The sudden feeling of his tongue hitting you and eating you out had you shivering. The massive amount of pleasure was so sudden, you couldâve cum right then.
âS-Suki! ...m-more!â You said as your hands went to grab at his hair. Bakugou groaned as you tugged and sent his tongue right into your hole. You cried out in such ecstasy that you legs began to shake.
âCum on my tongue, Princess. Let me taste you,â Bakugou said before he went right back in. When you came, Bakugou lapped up every drop of you, savoring your flavor. He went up to kiss you and allowed you to taste yourself.
âGod I want you so bad princess..â Bakugou breathed out as he released himself from his pants and lined up with your cunt. He rubbed his tip up and down your opening and you moaned in excitement.
âLet me have my way with you, Y/N.â He said in your ear as he pressed in. You wanted and needed him now. You looked at the time and saw, 11:56. Screw it.
âPlease Katsuki! Use me! Please fuck me!â You begged. Smirking at your neediness, Bakugou slammed into you. Not giving you any time to adjust, Bakugou kept to his word and had his way with you. His pace was going so fast it had you seeing stars.
âY-yes Katsuki! F-uck.....Mm,â you cried out. Bakugou lifted your hips to hold onto you and fuck you in a deeper angle.
âShit....like that, Princess?â He said said with a smile as he kissed your neck.
âM-more Katsuki!â You begged again. Bakugou held onto your hips and kept his steady pace for awhile. He smacked your ass and kissed you deeply, exploring every inch of your wet cavern.
âYou thought it was okay to fuck around with me like this? Huh princess?â He said smacking you again. You moaned at the contact and he gripped your ass. He grabbed your legs and put you in a mating press. The new angle reached deep inside you and hit the most sensitive spots. You screamed his name as he continued to fuck you with his head thrown back.
âGotta keep quiet now...canât let the whole class know whatâs happening in here,â he huffed out âor maybe you want them to know. Yeah? You want them to know how much of a slut you are just for me?â He teased.
âOhhh..yesss Katsuki.â You moaned. His cock was sliding into you perfectly, making you dizzy and drunk on euphoria.
âYeah, but youâre my slut. Right? My dirty little slut. All for me, and me only.â He said as he placed his arms next to your head.
âIâm yours Katsuki! Just yours...ah!â You clenched around him. You could feel the way his balls slapped your ass everytime he thrusted into you. The sounds of skin slapping and your wet cunt filled the air and made a melody youâd never forget. In the heat of the moment, you began to feel the familiar knot in your belly.
âF-fuck. Cum for me princess, I want you to spill in on me.â Bakugou said. He went deeper, harder, and faster. Whatever it took for your pleasure. As he went in, you felt the knot become loose as you came on Katsukiâs dick and your legs shook. You cried out in pleasure as Bakugou continued to chase his own release. After a few more deep strokes, Bakugou met his high and climaxed. He filled your womb with cum and layed there as he emptied his load. You both layed there in silence, catching your breaths as you both came down from the high.
Instead of pulling out, Bakugou stayed where he was and just leaned in closer to you.
âYou done messing with me, Princess?â He asked you. You let out a breathy yes as he kissed your cheek and pulled out. He layed beside you and cuddled into you as he held you close.
âI donât know. Iâm kinda satisfied with how this turned out.â You teased. Bakugou only let out a quick laugh in disbelief at his wild girlfriend and just kissed her.
âYouâre crazy.â He said while holding you closer.
âBut you love me,â you said.
âYeah..I do.â He said as he rested his head against you. While basking in the glow of the after sex peace, Bakugou realized something.
âUmm..Y/N?â He started.
âHm?â You said in a sweet voice, with your eyes still closed and you still cuddled into his chest.
âIâm, uh...Iâm sorry..for how I was acting.â He apologized. This made your eyes burst open. He was apologizing..verbally. You looked up at him and gave him a sweet, passionate kiss.
âThank you Katsuki, but I already forgave you. Remember?â You giggled. A sound that Bakugou will forever remember. A sound he will forever enjoy hearing. He just sighed and leaned into you even more, trying to communicate all his love through the physical contact you were both having.
âI donât deserve you, Princessâ he said as his eyes began to fall heavy into a deep sleep.
âYou deserve me and the whole world Katsuki.â You said with love dripping in your voice.
âYou are my whole world,â he mumbled in embarrassment as a blush adorned his face as he attempted to hide away in your neck. You blushed and smiled at his little confession and allowed him to sleep. It was past his usual bedtime after all.
âGet some rest, Hero.â You said, pecking his forehead with a loving kiss. As he drifted off, you just smiled and rested your eyes as you thought about the next time you would drug his drink. This little viagra prank turned out amazing.
A/N: yâall this was so sloppyđ it couldâve been so much better but itâs been sitting in my drafts mocking me. I just had to get it out here. Iâm sorry itâs not spell checked but I hoped you enjoyed it none the less. (The smut was so badđđ) see you next time, Cubsđđ§ž
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close friends | t. holland
pairing: tom holland x fem!reader
word count: 3.1k
warnings: some language, some angst if u squint. otherwise it's just fluff and tom being tom. didn't proofread this.
a/n: so tumblr decided to be a little bitch and deleted this t w i c e. so i had to write this t h r e e times. this came up in my head after i got like three notifications that tom posted something on his ig story, and then it turned out he deleted them. as always, english isn't my first language so i'm sorry if this gets confusing bye. also, i was listening to cardigan by taylor swift as i wrote this.
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so we all know tom sucks at instagram. that's a surprise to literally no one. no matter how many times you tried to teach him he still doesn't get it, and it was only a matter of time before he finally posted something he shouldn't have.
it was just one of those days, you missed him like hell. he was away filming the third spiderman, and you had to stay behind because of work.
naturally, you relied on face time and texts to survive and fill the void he left behind. you loved talking to him, listening as he rambled on and on about his adventures on set. a love-struck look on your face as you tried your hardest to stay awake despite the urge to close your eyes.
eventually, sleep took over you, and you drifted off with the sound of his voice lulling you to sleep. he stopped talking abruptly when he didn't hear your soft chuckling in reply to the story he was telling.
instead, he saw your sleeping figure, long steady breaths moving your chest up and down. and he cursed himself for making you stay up so late for him. he took one last look at you, taking a screenshot of your sleeping form.
he quickly hung up the video call and opened instagram instead, uploading the screenshot to his story,
'missing my favorite girl, thank you so much for everything you do for me. x @yourusername'
the next morning you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. at first, thought someone had died as one notification after another filled your screen. most of them came from instagram, so you opened that app first.
thousands upon thousands of mentions, tags and new followers. you frowned, and suddenly a text from your friend popped up at the top of your screen.
'omg just saw his story. so happy for u both'
who's story? what was going on?
you refreshed your timeline, and tom's icon appeared, a colorful circle around it. an odd feeling sank in your stomach. you tapped his icon and suddenly your screen was full of... you.
a picture of you, sleeping. tom's smiling form in a small rectangle on the bottom right corner.
oh god. you read the words he wrote, over and over again. your heart pounding in your chest, and a sudden wave of fear ran through your body. but then you read his words once more, and all you could feel was love. pure, unconditional affection.
sure, your families and closest friends knew about you, but you hadn't talked about making your relationship public yet, but there was nothing you could do now.
you sighed, leaning back on your pillows. a small chuckle left your throat.
you grabbed your phone once again, quickly facetiming tom. you knew he had an early call today, and you hoped you could catch him while he was still in his hotel.
it ran once, twice, and then you saw him, hair all over the place, bare chest. hands rubbing sleep off of his face.
"mornin', darling." he said, his raspy morning voice making you smile.
"hi, baby. did i wake you?" you asked, sitting up and crossing your legs.
"yeah but it's fine, princess. i did keep you up last night so it's only fair."
"i'm sorry about falling asleep on you, that was a really nice picture you took last night," you lifted one eyebrow, and watched as he smiled at you sheepishly.
"i thought you looked really pretty, you always look pretty," he said, grabbing the water bottle on his nightstand and taking a swing.
"thanks, i hope the whole world thinks so, too," you declared. leaning your chin on your fist, watching him expectantly.
he did not react like you had expected him to.
his breath hitched as he sipped his water, and suddenly all you could see was the cream-colored ceiling, as you heard him spitting out and coughing.
"tom! oh, my god! are you okay?" you asked, getting on your knees and holding your phone up to your face, "tommy?" you repeated when he finally stopped coughing, you could now hear his heavy breaths.
at last, you saw his curls appear from the bottom of the screen.
"wh-what did you just say?" his voice was rough, his chest heaving.
"are you okay?" you asked again.
"ye-yeah i'm fine. babe, what did you mean by 'the whole world'? did something happen?" he asked, frowning. you echoed his expression, watching him for a second.
âyou posted a picture to your story,â you repeated, and he nodded.
âyeah, i posted it to my close friends, i-â he stopped mid-sentence, eyes growing comically wide. âoh shit, did i-â he caught himself off as he threw the phone to one side, you heard him fumbling around for his laptop and you snorted. âshit, baby, donât tell me i posted it⊠fuck!â you couldnât keep it in any longer, you broke out laughing.
âof course this is how the world finds out about us!â you continued giggling until your stomach hurt.
âfuck, princess iâm so sorry, i didnât mean to, i swear i- why are you laughing!?â
âtommy, tommy! itâs okay, baby, donât worry. iâm not mad,â you stopped once you noticed his pouting. âitâs fine, my love, i donât mind. sure itâs unexpected, and a little sudden but i wouldnât have it any other way. i knew what i was getting into when we started dating,â you told him honestly, wishing you were there to give him a hug and kiss him all over.
âdarling, iâm really, really sorry. i swear i thought i tapped the green button like you told me toâ he continued his sulking, nervous eyes glancing back and forth from his laptop screen to you.
âi know, baby, i know this is not your forte, and i really appreciate the sweet gesture, honestly. i love you so much,â you told him as you bit your lip. folding your legs to your chest, wrapping one around them.
âgod, i love you. i swear iâll make it up to you,â he ran his hand through his hair, giving you a quick peek of his bare chest.
âiâll hold you to it,â you chuckled, you glanced to the clock on your nightstand, sighing when you saw the time. âiâve gotta go,â you said as you stood up and stretched. a wicked idea ran through you head. âiâve got like five meetings today, so iâll probably be busy most of the day. just in case i donât reply or something,â you made up you lie quickly. grabbing your laptop and opening a new tab.
âoh, okay. iâll be on set until like 1 am, so weâll talk tomorrow?â he asked, eyes bright. you nodded, biting your lip.
âdefinitely. i love you,â you blew him a kiss. he smiled, and you felt your heart swelling.
âi love you, too. good luck today!â he said as you reluctantly hung up the call.
you immediately got to work, calling your assistant and telling her you were taking a few personal weeks, and to email you in case of emergencies. next, you texted harry, asking him to call you once tom was busy on set.
you waited for the page to load, and once you had bought your one-way ticket to atlanta you hurriedly threw some pre-planned outfits into two suitcases, just in case. your phone rang and harryâs face popped up on your screen. you quickly answered the call, and let him know of your out-of-the-blue plan. he agreed to meet you at the airport and drive you to set. and because of your recent and sudden rise to fame, he suggested you wear all black and a cap. you followed his advice, throwing on some sunglasses as well, as you had seen tom do many times before.
once you reached the airport and checked-in, you bought some coffee and breakfast, as well as some food for the flight. you opened instagram, seeing all the messages and comments. you had seen how the fans reacted when their favorite celebrities announced a relationship, and you knew to expect the meanest comments, and even death threats. for your own sake and peace of mind, you allowed yourself to scroll until you read three of those, and closed the app.
once the plane took off, you tried to catch some sleep, preparing for the inevitable jet lag, but your mind kept buzzing from one scenario to another. so you took out your book and tried to read some chapters, putting in your earbuds, music playing quietly.
when you finally, finally landed, you stretched your legs and grabbed your bags, putting on the cap and sunglasses again, you spotted a familiar head of wild curls. you quickly approached harry.
âwhat happened to all black and a cap to go unnoticed?â you asked as he took one of your bags in his hands.
âthink about it, two kids wearing black, a cap and sunglasses? people would think weâre up to no good.â he gave you a tight hug, youâd missed him almost as much as youâd missed tom.
he caught you up on everything he and tom had been doing these past months, you shifted in your seat in excitement, the sleep that was slowly taking over you on the plane had now disappeared from your body.
in what was probably a 15 -but to you felt like five- minute drive, you got to the hotel to leave your bags and take a quick shower. harry left you alone in tomâs room, making his way to his own room next door. he said heâd order something for you to eat whilst you got ready to see tom.
you took the quickest shower ever known to humankind, and when you walked out of the bathroom after using tomâs shampoo and conditioner, -youâd missed his smell all over you. the few forgotten hoodies and shirts that were once drenched in the smell of his soap and cologne, were now very faint.- you wrapped a bathrobe around your body, rummaging through tomâs clothes until you found one of his shirts.
you pulled it close to your face, sighing at the familiar scent youâd missed so much. you got dressed quickly, grabbing your now fully-charged phone and the key to tomâs room that harry had left on a coffee table. you knocked on harryâs door and he let you in.
âi just texted tom, he says theyâve got like three hours left.â you sat next to him on the couch, the table in front of you filled with food waiting to be devoured.
âmy poor baby, they overwork him,â you pouted, reaching for one of the plates.
âit was his idea, said heâll do anything that helps finish filming sooner.â you stopped chewing your food.
âwait, really?â you asked in disbelief, you knew tom loved his job, and you found it odd that he wanted to cut his time on set short.
âyeah, itâs been rough for him. not having you around, i mean, after he spent months with you. heâs been pretty distracted lately. messing up lines, heâs been waking up late and missing early calls...â your heart sank at the words. you ate the rest of your food with a knot in your stomach, cursing yourself for not getting there sooner. soon enough, you were back in the car, your leg bouncing up and down. you fell asleep on your way to set, waking up when harry parked the car and nudged your shoulder.
you stepped out carefully, your head turning back every few steps you took, in fear that tom might catch you. once you reached the stage where tom was filming, you flashed the visitor badge harry had given you to the guard and he let you both in. you walked in as you leaned down, your forehead against harryâs back, shielding you from the curious stares. harry told you to hide behind a giant box where they kept some lights whilst he spoke to the director.
although the box was big and tall enough to cover you completely, you crouched down, straining your ears for nearing footsteps. you heard two sets of feet approaching, your heartbeat racing.
you were met with your accomplice, a friendly-looking man behind him. you stood up as they approached you.
âthis the girl?â the man asked, and harry nodded, ânice to meetcha, iâm jon.â you shook his hand, âokay, so weâve cleared tomâs schedule for one week, weâll need him back fully recharged and ready to work like itâs his first day on set, youâre welcome to stay as long as you like, if it means heâll work better if youâre here you can stay until we're done. i really donât mind, i just need my guy back.â you blinked at his words, nodding slowly. âweâve got a couple hours left tonight, iâm all up for some cheesy reunion, but itâll have to be when weâre finished, i can barely keep him focused as it is.â
with that he left, and harry led you to tomâs trailer, where you caught some sleep while you waited. like that morning, you woke up to your phone buzzing. you reached for it, sleep leaving your body as you read the text.
âjust finished filming for the night, iâm exhausted. miss u, love you. x.â
all rational thoughts left your head, you opened the door to tomâs trailer and sprinted out of there until you reached the set. your eyes finally, finally met his figure, and tears filled your eyes.
your legs moved on their own accord, you mumbled apologies as you crashed into people, but you didnât care. tom had his back to you, and even though he wasnât wearing the spiderman costume, youâd recognize that ass anywhere.
âtom!â you called out, stopping a few feet away from him. you saw him whipping his head around, eyes scanning the sea of people. you made your way up to him, âtommy!â you repeated, and he finally turned around.
his mouth wide opened in disbelief, arms twitching, feet running towards you as you did the same. you crashed into each other, your legs wrapping around him, arms around his neck, fingers curling on his soft hair. his hands running all over your back, your hair. pulling you as close as humanly possible.
whispers of âi love youâ, âgod, i missed youâ, ânever leave me againâ, and âi promiseâ were exchanged. you tightened your hold on his hair, pulling back to look at him.
âhi,â you whispered, your nose brushing his.
âhey,â he replied, burying his face on your neck again, pressing small kisses anywhere he could reach. his hands settled on the back of your thighs as he spun you two. you giggled, sniffling as a few tears escaped your eyes.
you could not care less about the people around you, all you could think about was the boy wrapped all over you, your favorite boy. tom led you back to his trailer, where you finally untangled yourself from him. he settled you down and you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you again.
you had been starved of his touch for so long, there was no way you were letting him go anytime soon.
after many kisses, touches, tears, promises and more kisses, you left for the hotel. harry had already left, getting a ride from another cast member to leave you two alone. at that moment you swore youâd make him godfather of your firstborn child.
as you waited for tom to step out of the shower -you wouldâve joined him, but three showers in a day seemed kind of excessive-, you laid down on the bed, throwing the covers over your body, tom's scent engulfing you. you breathed in happily. you tapped on your phone, replying to some work emails when you received a text from harry.
âi believe the ball is in your court. youâre welcome.â
next, you received a picture of you and tom. harry mustâve taken the picture when you and tom were too lost in each other to even notice anyone around you. in the picture, your legs are around tom, bodies pressed closed together, your noses touching as you stare lovingly into each otherâs eyes. it was a beautiful picture. and the black and white filter harry had applied to it made it seem like one of those old pictures of wives reuniting with their spouses after the war.
you smiled, heart swelling with emotion as you contemplated your options. you hummed quietly, tapping the instagram logo and waiting for the app to load.
you quickly uploaded the picture harry sent you tagging both him and tom and adding a quick caption before you shut down your phone. you were drifting off to sleep when you felt familiar arms around you.
you leaned into tomâs touch, your back resting against his chest, legs tangling with his as he interlocked his fingers with your own.
âthank you so much for being here, my love. i love you,â tom whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
âiâll be here whenever you need me. iâll always come back to you.â you turned around, facing him. you kissed the corner of his lips, and he cupped your cheek, his lips meeting yours in a slow kiss, filled with emotion. your fingers played with his fingers as you moved to straddle his waist. âi love you,â you broke the kiss reluctantly. as much as you both wanted to make love that night, youâd made it your top priority that tom took his time off to rest as much as he could, and that included that first night.
you gave him one last kiss, going back to your previous position. the familiar and comfortable weight of his arms around you, the feeling of his lips on your neck, his chest rising and falling against your back, you couldnât ask for anything better.
the peaceful environment you had created suddenly burst like a bubble as tomâs phone pinged over and over again. you heard him grunting, arms reluctantly leaving you.
tom chuckled, putting his phone on do-not-disturb and throwing it somewhere on the bed.
âyouâre perfect for me, my favorite girl.â you smiled, leaning into his touch as he kissed you all over. sleep quickly taking over both of you.
tom swore his heart stopped when heâd seen the picture you posted. youâd never looked more beautiful than when you were staring up at him, your bottom lip between your teeth. the words you wrote as a caption were the last thing on his brain as he finally succumbed to sleep.
âi said, âi bet you canât keep this a secret for five months.â he said, âdarling, i wonât make it past three.â @ tomholland2013 itâs been 10 months, who won?â
edit: i just saw henry cavill's ig post and omg what is my life. pls respect celebrities' privacy and relationships.
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I know that c!Karlnapity isnât something you have on ur blog all the time, but my love hate relationship with it and the fact that c!dream is a blorbo I like projecting onto has my mental gears turning, sorry if itâs too long
Just c!dream despising that a small part of him feels for c!Quackity⊠not sure if heâd label it as sympathy or empathy,maybe pity, it drives him mad that he understands the âwhyâ and relates
Dre was cut off from the dream team and claims it to be apart of his plan, though he denies that it hurts to see the other two cut ties so seemingly easy he knows c!george and c!sapnap will have each other. C!dreams feelings of grief and betrayal gets stuffed down and turns into self destruction
C!quackity goes to create las navadas for his two fiancĂ©âs so they have stability and safety in power while the other two go one to do the same with kinoko kingdom, but a rift grows as their complete lack of communication causes feelings of abandonment. Both parties are at fault for not reaching out, but c!karl and sap have each other while c!Quackity becomes a third wheel. He lashes out from his feelings of betrayal and grief by forcing a community and torturing Dre
Both committing horrible acts for the two people they felt left them but canât help but love ferociously. Desperate that power will save them
But c!dream knows himself to be the only one worthy of holding the power, honor, and curse of being peace
Also c!sap makes me want to rip him up like a chew toy, how tf you going to overlook the horrible conditions of the prison and not tell ur fiancĂ© that your mutual second fiancĂ© is loosing his memories, Iâm drop kicking him
okay so ilove c!karlnapity and iLove c!loudduo SO let me speak about the dynamics ^_^
i think c!dreamâs relationship with c!quackity and his actions is so interesting because i think it frustrates him. speaking vaguely, theyâre similar. both of them have done shitty awful things for their own goals, and both of them walked away after being abandoned by their loved ones. (both of them pulled away from their loved ones in their own ways too â quackity buried himself in las nevadas while dream drowned himself in his plans. they both tell themselves itâs for the best.)
but the thing i think dream canât understand â that frustrates him â is the senseless pleasure quackity took from the torture. yes, dream didnât hate exile. it felt good to have control over tommy, like finally scraping off a piece of dirt on a broken glass youâd once loved. but the sadism and glee quackity displays during the torture sessions in prison is something dream does not â cannot â reason away.
which frustrates him. he understands all of quackityâs motivations except from this, knows him inside and out, for the most part. but there are parts of quackity that just donât make sense. heâs a psychopath, in dreamâs eyes (another sign he just doesnât connect with quackityâs senseless enjoyment of his pain), but he cares for people. heâs an asshole who hurts and forces him to call him sir, but he has a best friend heâd defend with his life. dream has never been a character to hurt for absolutely zero reason â even cruelties like exile and the boomerville experiments were to further his own goals â and so quackity frustrates him because quackity is that kind of character, in dreamâs eyes. it doesnât add up. itâs a puzzle piece that doesnât connect.
(also YEAH. while i know c!sapnap is going through hell with his relationships right now, people tend to be generous when discussing his character. sure, he may not know karl is losing his memories, but the prison is something i canât overlook. he saw those conditions. he saw dream, spoke to him, left him again. he wants dream to âget betterâ and be âhis dreamâ again but is content to let him rot there until he does change. it just hurts :â) i love c!sapnap but come on man youâre not exactly the most innocent perfect person either you know.)
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Charity Case
Bucky Barnes x Reader, College AU, enemies to lovers
Summary: You loathe Bucky Barnes and his cocky attitude but you find yourself doing him a favor. Is he really as insufferable as he seems?
W/C: 3,830
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, uhhh kissing, that's it!
A/N: Here it is! My entry for @sweeterthanthis Quote Me On It 6k challenge!! My quote was "Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Theresa?" (in bold). I love the Heathers so I'm excited!! Hopefully I did this prompt justice. As always, if you liked it please reblog/comment! Cheers! I do not consent to my work being reposted/translated on any platform.
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Steve was running late again. You try not to chew your nails off in frustration but heâs definitely testing you. This is the third time in the last two weeks that heâs late to meet you. When he hasnât been late heâs cancelled all together. Always with a half-ass apology of âBucky needs meâ. As if.
Youâve been friends with Steve since your freshman year creative writing class when the only open seat was next to him. Ever since that first day you two had been close. But not as close as him and Bucky. Childhood friends attending university together, thicker than thieves.
You always felt like Bucky was maybe a little jealous of the friendship you and Steve have. Maybe youâre a little jealous too but youâre almost positive Bucky is more jealous of you than you are of him but thatâs beside the point. On top of his jealousy Bucky was just annoying. He had a girlfriend but he was always flirting with every girl he met, yourself included. Not to mention he was cocky as all hell.
Steve vouches for his character, swears that itâs all an act and heâs actually very sensitive underneath but you donât buy it for a second. If you were his girlfriend youâd have dumped him a long time ago.
You donât have time to dwell on your annoyance too much because Steve is rushing through the doors of the coffee shop. He looks around for you and when he finally finds you the look on his face is relieved. As he gets closer itâs clear that heâd been running to get to you in time. Heâs sweaty and a little out of breath and if you werenât so annoyed with him youâd have found it endearing that he ran here.
âThere you are,â he huffs out, âIâm so sorry, I was with Bucky and I lost track of time.â
You purse your lips and hand him a napkin which he takes with a gracious nod before wiping the sweat from his brow. You hand him the iced coffee youâd ordered for him too. The ice is slightly melted from sitting there but he looks so refreshed to be drinking it.
âFiguresâ is all you say with a huff. If he hadnât been doing it so often you wouldâve been a little kinder about it but you were just irked.
âSeriously, Iâm sorry. Nat just dumped him, he's been having a hard timeâ Steve explained.
âIs it because he flirts with anything that moves?â You scoff.
Steve scoffs in return âHe does not! Heâs just⊠outgoing. But no, they had their own problems.â You raise one eyebrow at him. âOkay the flirting had something to do with it but thereâs a lot going on there.â
âWhatever, letâs just study for this exam while we canâ.
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You and Steve spent the next two hours cramming for your midterm together. Things were going well and youâd nearly forgotten that you were mad at Steve in the first place. Nearly.
You were so deep into your notecards that you didnât hear the door open behind you. A voice that could grate on only your nerves. A voice that if it didnât belong to such a bastard, might even be kinda sexy. The voice breaks your focus completely when it calls out.
âHey, Steve, are you done already or what? Oh hey, whatâs up, beautiful?â
You set your notecards down on the table maybe a little harder than you should. You shoot Steve a glare because you thought it would just be the two of you. Really? You cut in before Steve can answer his friend.
âNo, Bucky, heâs not. Can we help you?â
He smirks, giving you his full attention. He knows he has you now, knows you took the bait and heâs goaded you to the point of backtalk. He pulls up a chair to the table and wedges himself tightly between you and Steve. The sound of the chair legs scraping the floor as he scoots closer to you rings in your ears and makes you cringe. You look at Steve again only to find him avoiding your gaze.
âWell, sweetheart, me and Stevie boy here have plans later. Gonna do some gaming and order a pizza, really embracing the bachelor lifestyle.â He raised his eyebrows at this and you just rolled your eyes.
âYeah, I heard Nat dumped your ass, actually, is that true?â You asked with a fake sweetness.
âWhy, you interested?â He rebuffed.
You bristled at his quick response and muttered your annoyance under your breath. You chose not to respond. Instead you decided to address Steve.
âSteve, I didnât realize that you had plansâ
âOh⊠yeah, loose plansâŠâ He answered distractedly while pretending to be reading a text on his phone.
You decide to call it a day. You were getting seriously fed up with Steveâs passive behavior in all of this. Thankfully you didnât have much to pack up, so once you slung your backpack over your shoulder you looked up at the pair to bid them goodnight.
âWell, Steve, this was⊠enlightening. Bucky, eat it. Goodnight fellas, have fun with your âbachelor lifestyleââ You said with air quotes. Turning on your heel you left before either could respond.
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You had left the coffee shop that evening pretty upset with Steve. Of course itâs fine for him to have other friends but lately it was like he only cared about Bucky and all of your plans took a backseat to theirs. You decided you werenât going to be the one to text Steve first, since he was being a bad friend. He could be the one to initiate plans.
He did just that when he caught you in the hallway after your midterm a week later. He jogged up to you once again and tugged on your sleeve to get you to stop.
âHey, how do you think you did? Bet those notecards paid off, right?â He half-joked. He looked sheepish. Nervous almost. You figured it was because of what happened last time you met.
âYeah, Jesus Christ! Iâve never been so grateful for little pieces of paper.â You scoffed. You decided to keep it light between you. You were still upset with him but his tone leads you to believe he was gonna apologize.
âRight?â He laughs nervously, âSo listen, I know Iâve been kind of a jerk lately⊠Maybe we could get something to eat at Nickâs?â
Nickâs was the local greasy spoon on campus and they had the best breakfast food youâd ever had. You eyed him suspiciously but accepted.
âAlright, but youâre buying. And there better not be any visitors!â You add as you bound down the hall ahead of him. He knows you mean Bucky and heâs not worried because Bucky wonât be showing up today. Heâs more nervous about what he has to ask you.
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Youâre sipping on pop as you play with your straw wrapper. You look up at Steve and notice heâs fidgeting a lot more than usual.
âWhatâs up? Why are you so twitchy?â You question him.
âMe? Iâm not twitchy! I was just thinking thatâs allâ He quickly defends himself.
âWell that was the last midterm of the semester for both of us, I think itâs safe to say you can relax.â
âYeah, guess youâre right.â Steve concedes quietly.
You and Steve eat in near silence, neither of you mind though because itâs comfortable. You worked on your hashbrowns when you looked up and noticed that Steve had barely touched his food. He was still fidgety, he looked nervous.
âHey, youâve hardly eaten anything, whatâs the matter?â
He looks a little embarrassed, like heâs been caught. Or like heâs about to come clean about something.
âLook, I wanted to say sorry I know I havenât been the best friend lately with everything going on with Bucky. He really is having a hard time since the breakup yâknow⊠heâs lonelyâ
âRightâ You laughed, âIâm sure heâs soo lonely.â You rolled your eyes and picked up your fork.
âNo really, he just needed a friend to be there. I think he does need to get back out there though.â
âWith how smooth he thinks he is, I'm sure heâll have a date by the end of the night. I wouldnât worry about it, Stevie.â You responded.
âIâm serious! As much of a player as he comes off he needs to be with someone he already knows. Heâs actually really sensitive.â You interrupted with another laugh. There were many choice words youâd use to describe Bucky Barnes but âsensitiveâ is not one of them.
âBut anyway, I was...kinda hoping youâd do me a favorâŠâ Steve trails off.
Based on the conversation you just had youâre cautious. You eye him warily but motion for him to continue.
âWell, like I said Buckâs having a hard time and he needs to get back out there but he doesnât feel comfortable hooking up with a stranger. I was thinking maybe.. You guys should hang out?â
Steve refused to look at you as he finished the question. The look on your face was a look of confusion and shock.
âFuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Theresa?â you asked in disbelief. âI mean seriously, Iâm nice but not that nice.â
âLook-â
âNo!â You cut him off, âYou know I canât stand that prick. Also why would I want to put myself on the long list of women heâs probably tried to fuck? I donât buy this whole âsensitiveâ thing for a minute.â
âIâm serious, Nat kinda crushed his heart when she left. He acts cocky but itâs a front. I just think he needs to see someone to get it out of his system. Youâve got more in common than you think. Just hang out with him once. Donât think of it like a date, just a really really big favor. Please?â Steve begged.
You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. âYou. Owe. Me. So. Muchâ
âReally?â He asked hopefully.
âReally. But Iâm not gonna bang him. Hard no on thatâ you said.
âYeah, yeah of course! No problem! Iâll give Bucky your number!â He reached across the table and grabbed your hand. His hands were kidna clammy but you let him.
âSeriously, thank you. I know you think heâs some jerk but I promise heâs a good guy.â Steve adds, âA-and donât think of it as like a date, even, y'know? I think honestly he could just use another friend. Think of how good it could be if we could all hang together some time?â
You shook your head and chuckled at his optimism while you stabbed another bite of your meal.
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âWhatâs up, sweetface?â Gross.
âOkay, sorry. Hi, how are you?â Better.
âIâm alright, you?â
âGood. Steve tells me youâre a huge trivia nerd. Wanna go to Sallyâs tn?â
âItâs a dateâ Shit. Didnât mean to say that. Fuck. Quick- say something that will deflect before he responds!
âAnd since itâs a date youâre payingâ Thatâll have to do.
âUgh fine. Hereâs hoping youâre a cheap date at least. Iâll meet you there at 9â
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What do you wear for a date with someone that you despise? Itâs just bar trivia so itâs nothing special but somehow the jeans and flannel youâve been wearing all day donât feel like they make the cut. You rip your closet apart trying to find something before you settle on black skinny jeans and your favorite sweater with some boots. Casual but not too casual.
You spend the whole walk there dreading the night ahead of you. Knowing that you wouldnât even have Steve as a buffer between you made the whole evening seem daunting. At least you had trivia to distract you. You decide to give Bucky the benefit of the doubt tonight for Steveâs sake. You try to remember Steveâs insistence that Buckyâs a good guy and you have a lot in common. Weâll see about that.
When you arrive at the bar you find Bucky already waiting for you at a high-top table with two PBRs and a shot of brown liquid. Please donât let that be whiskey. He sees you coming and smiles that damn-his-good-looks smile at you while patting the open chair next to him. The closer you get you even see that he got the whiteboard already for trivia.
âPlease tell me thatâs not Jameson or Fireballâ you greet him.
He laughs a little and shakes his head. âBetter - itâs Jack. Sorry, doll, but I already opened the tab. This is what weâre drinkingâ He nudges one of the shots closer to you and motions for you to pick it up. âCome on, we gotta start the night off right, bottoms up!â
Before you can gag at the thought of drinking whiskey you grab the glass and face him. You both knock your shots on the table before clinking them together and swallowing them in one go. You grimace at the taste and feel the warmth flow all the way down your throat. You quickly take a sip of your beer to rid yourself of the taste.
âAww, youâre cute when youâre grossed out.â Bucky coos at you.
Youâre embarrassed and annoyed but it goes away quickly.
âShut up, Barnesâ
You give him a light shove and he pretends like heâs about to fall off his stool, making you laugh. For someone thatâs only ever annoyed you heâs doing a pretty bang-up job of being likeable when itâs just the two of you.
âYou ready for me to carry you through some trivia?â You joked.
âHey, now! I know...stuffâ he concluded.
âMmhmmm, Iâm sure you do. Donât worry, Iâll answer the questions and you just sit there and look prettyâ you reach over to pat his face lightly with a wink.
Bucky grumbles before taking another sip of his beer.
You settle in for a long night when the host announces the first round is starting.
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You managed to steal the first round without breaking a sweat, second round was a little rocky until it came down to you and one other couple. You knew the third round would be tricky but the way Bucky was cheering you on you were determined. To no oneâs surprise Bucky had been completely useless so far but to his credit he was trying. At least he was a supportive teammate.
Things were going well until the third round was announced: Old School Videogames. You didnât know shit about old school videogames. Or regular videogames. The extent of your video game knowledge started and ended with Mario Kart.
When the third round was announced though Bucky hit the table in excitement and cheered.
âWoo! Fuck yeah!â He pats you on the shoulder, âI got this, donât worry. I so fuckinâ got this!â
He was a few drinks deep but he was so confident and he was your only hope so you went with it. He looked like a little kid the way he was practically giddy.
âYou had better! Thereâs some serious prize money riding on this round.â You said in warning.
âNo, no. You donât understand that Iâve GOT this. Your turn to look pretty, not that itâs gonna be all that hard for you, sweetfaceâ Bucky grinned at you over his beer as he took another sip.
Your cheeks felt heated and you tried your best to hide it by taking another drink yourself. Buckyâs flirting has never worked until now. Must be the alcohol.
âShut up, Barnesâ you mumble.
âYâkeep saying that but what I really think you mean is âI love you, Bucky youâre so strong and handsome~ââ He imitated in a high pitched feminine voice.
You shoved him for real and before you could say anything else the third round was starting.
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Bucky wasnât kidding when he said he had this. He had won the round in a clean sweep and youâd be lying if you said you werenât impressed. Who knew this man harbored so much videogame trivia? When the host handed you the prize money he just waggled his eyebrows as if to say See?
âI gotta hand it to you, Barnes, I had no idea you had that much videgame wisdom rolling around up there. The only videogame I ever play is Mariokart so Iâd be toast without you.â
âMariokart? Thatâs it?? No problem, doll. It was nice to contribute.â He chuckles at that.
You divvied the money up and handed him his half.
âGuess Iâm not such a cheap date afterall, huh?â
He chuckled as he took his half from you.
âIâm gonna go pay the tab with our winnings, Iâll be backâ
You picked up your phone while you waited for him to find some missed texts from Steve.
âHowâs it going?â âAre you guys doing okay?â âI havenât heard anything so Iâm assuming you havenât killed each other. Have fun, text if you need a ride home.â
You almost rolled your eyes at Steveâs insistence but found yourself smiling instead. Youâd text him back when you got home.
Bucky was walking up to you once more and you smiled at him slightly.
âYou said youâre good at Mariokart?â
âI didnât say I was good at Mariokart, I said that I played it. Why?â
âWell I was thinkinâ maybe we could go back to mine and I could whoop your buttâ
You werenât going to say yes but now he was goading you and you took the bait without hesitation.
âOh, youâre on, Barnes. Youâre so, so on.â
His smile grew wider when he heard your response. With that he placed his hand on your lower back and ushered you out of the bar.
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You played two tournament cups worth of Mariokart and Bucky had indeed whooped your butt. You donât know why you were surprised, with how much gaming he and Steve do itâs no surprise heâs a natural. You still had fun though. Just when you were about to propose a third round Bucky got up and headed to the kitchen without a word.
He came back with two glasses of water and handed you one. He sat down on the floor next to you and you set down your controller.
âHere, drink up.â
You were taken aback a bit by the kind gesture but accepted the glass just the same.
âThank you, I might regret saying this but, youâre not so bad when youâre not being insufferable, Barnesâ. You told him
He smiled and shook his head as he drank his water.
âThanks, I guessâ
âHow come you canât be like this all the time? When itâs just the two of us youâre so kind and youâre even⊠I donât know, funny maybe. Why do you get all cocky whenever else I see you?â
He looked down into his glass at your comment and you watched his brows crease in thought.
âI donât know, it just sort of⊠happens, whenever Iâm around other people I donât know that well. I donât mean to be a dick or anything but itâs like I canât help myself. People expect me to be a certain way and I canât help but fall into it sometimes. Nat hated that about me, itâs part of the reason why she dumped me, actuallyâ
âIâm sorry, I didnât know that. And Iâm sorry about the breakup, too. I know you guys were together for a while.â Bucky only shrugged at this and downed the rest of his water.
âIt is what it is. Iâm ready to be over it, Iâm getting there slowly but surely. I gotta say, youâre not so bad either when youâre not getting all defensive and in my face. Youâre actually pretty funnyâ
Your turn to become flustered at a personal analysis.
âThanks, I guess I donât mean to be so defensive either, it's just my response to most other people. I feel myself slip into it and it canât be helped.â You explained.
Bucky nods at you, not knowing entirely what to say in response.
âI like spending time with youâ He says leaning closer to you.
You swallow thickly, not sure what to make of what you feel knowing his face is so close to yours.
âI⊠like spending time with you too. Youâre not what I thought.â
âMe neither,â he shakes his head, âYouâre something else.â
With that he leans his head closer to yours and you feel yourself close your eyes and move your lips to slant perfectly into his. Youâre kissing Bucky Barnes. The Bucky Barnes you canât stand. That Bucky Barnes. Youâve decided that his tongue feels too good in your mouth to care now.
His hands come to frame your face and bring you in closer. His hands are warm and calloused but they feel like comfort. You canât help but to melt. You moan into his mouth and it seems to spur him on. He pulls you into his lap and you let out a noise of surprise thatâs muffled by his mouth on yours.
Your hands come to caress his sides and you take your time feeling every muscle and ridge. Your hands idly make their way under the hem of his shirt and his skin is just as smooth as youâd expect. He sighs into your mouth and it takes all of your strength not to fall apart right there. You feel yourself getting lightheaded and have to pull away for air. When you do you rest your forehead against his and the only sound is both of your breathing.
You finally brave a look at him and he has the softest smile on his lips.
âSorry, doll, didnât mean to get so carried away but Iâve been waiting for a long time to do that.â
This catches you off guard.
âYou have? Wait, did you like me? But you flirt with everyone!â You explain.
âWith you, I flirt with you. You just canât stand meâ he laughs out, âNat dumped me for a couple reasons but thatâs one of them she told me I needed to get my priorities straight and I gotta say, Iâm thankinâ her for sayinâ it âcause she was right.â
You donât know what to say or what to make of any of this. All you know is that you want to kiss him again, so you do. You grab him by the collar and pull him into you again. He lets out a startled noise but kisses you back all the same.
You donât care what you used to think of Bucky Barnes and you donât care about whatâll happen after today. Right now all you care about is feeling him in sync with you for the first time. You could live in this moment forever but right now will have to do.
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Hi! Can I please request some headcanons for Izuku, Katsuki, Shouto, and Denki with an s/o who doesnât like getting into arguments and will always try to avoid getting into one with their boyfriends either by compromising and/or just throwing in the towel and just admitting that whatever their boyfriend said is right and itâs because they didnât have a great home life growing up and want to avoid becoming like their parents and the boys finding out and their reaction to that? Thanks!
a/n:Â hiya!! of course hun! i did a similar argument hc a while ago, but this one is vastly different in a few ways!! thank you for the request love!!
headcanon: them reacting to their s/oâs refusal to argue with them
key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk
warnings: fluff, swearing, some angst, one mention of sky high, endeavor is tryingâą
;cut for length;
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Surprisingly enough, there are a good number of times youâve had an argument arise with Deku.
Not the ones where you playfully tease him about not sitting with you on the long trips you took as a class to places.
But the ones where youâd find him training for hours on end with no text or call to let you know that heâd be running late for a date, or a study session.
The ones where heâs so caught up in everything else that he doesnât really make time to focus on your relationship.
Which wouldnât be that big of a deal, had he just told you upfront that he was busy. But with the promise of always finding a way to make time for you, you were beginning to feel like maybe there was someone else, or maybe he didnât really like you, like you thought he did.
But even when you were upset or angry, and Deku cornered you to talk about it, youâd shut him out and tell him it was fine, and that it really wasnât his fault. It was yours for being so devoted to a relationship during such a serious time.
But Deku knew it was more than that.
Every time you seemed upset, or angry, or frustrated by something that seemed like something heâd done or may have had a part in, you always shut him down, telling him youâd get over it like an adult, and handle it.
âYou donât have to handle everything by yourself, letâs just talk about it, why are you feeling like this? You can talk to me, you know Iâll listen.â Dekuâs comforting arms wrapped around you, preventing you from leaving this time around.
Heâd spent maybe a few too many hours trying to learn some new moves and forgot that he was supposed to text you after the first hour to check up on you and your studies.
And when he finally came back after a shower, he realized youâd sent him a few texts asking if he was okay and if he was going to be done training soon.
âItâs fine, Izuâ. I have some work I have to finish-â
âItâs not fine. I upset you, Iâm sorry. But please talk to me. Why are you always trying to dismiss what actually happened?â Deku tried to capture gaze, only to find your lashes sprinkled with tears as you gave a shaky breath.
âI just donât want us to end up like my parents. All they did was fight and argue.â Youâd never really told anyone about that. Let alone anyone youâd been in a relationship with.Â
In that moment, all Izuku could do was hold you closer, laying his head in the crook of your neck.
âIâm sorry. I should take your feelings into account when I make promises to you. I apologize for not keeping those promises.â Deku pulled back and looked into your eyes.
âAnd please donât be afraid to talk to me. I know thatâs scary to think about, but if I make you upset, just talk to me, we donât have to scream or fight, we can have a civilized conversation together about something, and if you feel like we canât, we can always have our friends help if youâre comfortable with that.â Izuku smiled softly, swiping his thumbs over your cheeks to wipe your tears away.
You pushed a small smile onto your lips, resting your face back on his chest as he held you close.
âIâm sorry too.â You apologized.
âDonât be, itâs okay. Why donât we watch a funny movie and relax? I can make us some popcorn!â Izuku was ready with some cheesy hero movie on hand, probably one about some superhero high school with a magical flying bus and a protagonist whose parents were the top heroes, a plot youâd begun to see more and more often these days with the progression of hero society.
âSounds like a plan.â You giggled.
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Bakugou argues with you because you wonât argue with him-
On a serious note, most of your âargumentsâ start because he feels like you donât trust him enough to talk to him about your feelings.
If you are upset with him for something, or if you feel an argument coming on, youâll dismiss yourself, your feelings, say heâs right, and just back down.
And we all know Bakugou will not go down without a fight example a, the sports festival.
He gets defensive, if not a little more agitated when you donât tell him whatâs going on. Not that heâs entitled to know how youâre feeling constantly, but because if heâs going to be in a relationship, he wants communication between the two of you.
If thereâs something you canât communicate to each other, then it doesnât need to happen or thereâs a problem somewhere.
Which is why when you say that itâs nothing, or that you arenât upset when he knows that thatâs utter fucking bullshit, he gets angry.Â
He wonât take his anger out on you, heâs not that kind of asshole.Â
Even though he hates the assholes, he sometimes drops little clues to Kirishima or Sero.
But overall, he just wants to talk it out with you. He wants to understand whatâs going on, why youâre feeling the way you are, what-if thereâs anything-he can do differently to help you feel better or to prevent this feeling from happening again.
It all crumbles apart when Bakugou said heâd help you with some math homework that youâd be struggling on.
Only for him to be four hours late because he was sitting in detention for sparking a fight with some shit-talking smartass from a support class.
That night you had struggled to answer the problems on your homework, only to bomb the pop quiz on the same subject the next day. It was a mess, and you were upset.
Your grades of course were not Bakugouâs responsibility, but his responsibility was to at least give you a heads-up that the study session wouldâve been moved, or cancelled.
Instead you stayed up way to late trying to understand problems that werenât making any sense, and now your grade was sitting in a hole.
So you were upset.Â
But when Bakugou questioned why you were so quiet around him, you just shrugged your shoulders.
âWhat gives? You not talkinâ to me or something?â Bakugou wasnât exactly sure why you were mad at him until you packed up your things at the common room table, your low grade on the pop quiz and homework proving why you were in a bad mood.
And then Bakugou realized that was the homework he said heâd help you with.
âShit, that was due Tuesday wasnât it.â Bakugou grumbled.
âYeah.â You mumbled.
âHey whatâs wrong with you? Did I do somethinâ? Why you fuckinâ ignoring me and shit?â Bakugouâs fowl language was something you were used to. He wasnât angry, he was confused, though his vocabulary couldâve fooled you.
âItâs nothing, you didnât do anything, Iâve got to study to get this grade up, Iâll see you tomorrow.â You pushed on without another word, trying to escape back to your dorm.
At the mention of the word study, Bakugou then remembered the promised study session.
âHey wait! I was supposed to help you do that shit, letâs go work on-â
âItâs fine, I got it. Go do whatever you want.â You didnât look at him.
âNo, now cut the bullshit letâs go study.â Bakugou tugged you up toward his dorm.
Inside you stood holding your things, your emotions beginning to bubble over as you watched him look for his bag, a stray bandage over his cheek from the punch the kid had thrown at him. Just staring at it made you upset.
âWhy did you do it?â You asked quietly, your voice wavering.
âWhat? Do what?â Bakugou responded.
âI just wanted you to help me and...you-â You stopped yourself, realizing it was selfish to think it was Bakugouâs job to help you exceed in class. Shaking your head you held your things tightly and turned to leave.
âIâm sorry, Iâm not feeling well-â
âBullshit, what the fuck is goinâ on with you? Youâre upset, I know you are, whatâs the problem?â Bakugou stopped you from leaving, almost forcing you to sit on his bed and explain why you were so distant.
âNo- itâs not fair to you, I canât do this, I canât argue with you over something so stupid, I donât want to end up like my fucking parents.â You were crying at this point, tears flooding from your eyes as you dropped your things, your books scattering across his bed as you fell into his arms.
âAre you talking about the fight? You have to communicate with me if you want me to help you. Can you at least tell me what youâre feeling?â Bakugou wanted to help, but with no information, there was little he could do.
âI was just so frustrated, because I was looking forward to studying, and then I found out you were in that stupid fight and I felt like I was all alone, like youâd deserted me and so I just tried to do it on my own and I messed up, and I felt like it was all your fault. I know itâs not. Had I just talked to you we couldâve studied and I wouldâve done fine.â You broke down, sobbing into his warm embrace.
âIâm sorry. Just call me out on my bullshit, okay? Itâs not right that you gottaâ be affected by my own stupid actions.â Bakugou tugged you back from him to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.
âWhy donât we try and do a few practice problems to help you better understand the material?â Bakugou offered, stroking his thumb over your cheeks to wipe your tears.
âYeah, that sounds nice.â
After some silence of Bakugou helping you work through the problems, you thanked him silently with a long hug, just resting your head on his chest. He didnât ask any questions about the comment youâd made, he knew it was probably a sensitive topic.
But heâd be there when you were ready to talk about it.
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Todoroki doesnât really like to argue, not like full on yelling and screaming at least.
If heâs having an argument, heâll try his best to be civil about it, but sometimes he can get a little heated and possibly raise his voice.
Heâs always been fairly outspoken, having to usually bide by someone elseâs rules that he barely thinks for himself, but as of late, heâs doing himself a favor and being his own person, living by his own rules, and sometimes that means bucking up against others when theyâre incorrect.
But when it comes to you, he canât really see himself arguing with you, at least over little things.
However, he des find it rather upsetting that you didnât mention youâd ran into his dad a couple days ago.
Youâd just been out shopping and happened to bump into the pro and you said your helloâs, conversed for a few second about school before both continuing on with your day.
You didnât think it was all that important, and for the most part youâd kind of forgotten about the entire incident.
Youâd met Shotoâs father a few times before, which is why he recognized you as his sonâs significant other.
So when Enji just so happened to mention the little meeting at a âfamily lunchâ on the weekend, Shoto was a bit surprised, and a bit concerned about the run-in.
Considering the first time Shoto introduced you to his father as his significant other, Enji was a bit opposed to the idea of his son having a relationship, but eventually he grew fond of you, thinking that it might be a good idea for his son to have something normal like a relationship, and go on dates, and live like a teenager.
Worried that he mightâve said something rude, Shoto brought it up in his room after eating lunch.
âWhy didnât you mention running into my father?â Shoto asked bluntly as he sat on his bed, watching as you straightened out your sweater.
âI didnât really remember it when I came back to the dorms, it was quick, just said hi and talked about school for a few seconds before we went our separate ways.âÂ
âIf it happens again just tell me, I donât know what heâs thinking, just because he says heâs okay with us together doesnât mean thatâs what he really wants.â Shoto was almost dismissive of the fact that his father had actually just seen his sonâs s/o in public, stopped to say hi and then get back to his busy day.
âIt wasnât anything like that, he seemed fine. He was busy, if he was upset it was probably just because heâd had a long day.â You lowered your voice, bowing your head before speaking again.
âI shouldâve told you, Iâm sorry. Please donât be mad at me.â You were on the offense now, leaving your old statement in the past.
âWhat? Be mad at you? Iâm not mad, Iâm just concerned.â Shoto stood up and walked over to you, quickly noticing how emotional youâd become.
âHey did I say something wrong? Please donât dry, whatâs going on, talk to me.â Shoto lifted your chin only to see your eyelashes coated in tears.
âIâm sorry! Youâre right I shouldâve told you-â
âHey, hey, shhh.â Shoto hugged you, his warm arms wrapping around you as he held you close.
âYou donât have to side with me, if he was nice I believe you. Are you alright?â He asked pulling away to wipe the tears from your cheeks.
âI just-I didnât want us to argue or fight like my parents and I just didnât want you to be mad-â
âHey, itâs okay. Iâm not mad, and we donât have to argue, weâre just talking, weâre not arguing, okay? Itâs okay.â Shoto comforted you, allowing his hands to rub your back.
âIâm sorry.â You cried softly as he led you back to his bed to sit.
âDonât apologize, itâs okay to feel differently than me, it doesnât mean Iâm mad or upset at you. Iâm here to listen when you need me to, please donât feel afraid to talk to me.â Â
Lifting your head to look at Sho, you pushed a small smile onto your lips.
âYour hand is cold.â You nudged his right arm, his hand touching your skin under the hem of your shirt as he held you close to him.
âSorry.â He smiled, wiggling his fingers to tickle you.
âHey! Theyâre cold!â You laughed through your tears, trying to get away from his icy fingers.
âI love you.â
âI love you too.â You pressed a small kiss to the back of his right hand, his cool skin resting against your lips.
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Kaminari doesnât argue- at least not with you.
Heâll accuse Kirishima of cheating on some first-person shooter game, or yell curses at Sero for blue-shelling him in Mario Kart.
But heâs never really argued with you about anything.
That doesnât mean youâve never had opposing views. Most of the time, Kaminari just listens and tried to understand how you feel.
But more recently, as you progress through school, heâs been doing weird things.
Training longer, forgetting to text you-and he always texts you.
It hurts your heart when you see him smiling and goofing around with Kirishima when today was your movie-night.
Youâre not angry at him, you donât own him for the day, heâs allowed to do other things, but you feel upset. You feel like he doesnât care about your feelings.
So you head up to your room early, not even bothering to say goodbye to him.
Only about thirty minutes go by when heâs knocking on your door asking for you, asking if youâre feeling okay and why you went back to your room so early.
âIâm fine.â You lie, your expression was more than telling of that factor. You had a pout on your lips, your brows werenât up and happy, and your eyes didnât sparkle at the sight of your handsome boyfriend.
âYouâre not! Whatâs goinâ on shawty?â Kaminari always uses humor to make you feel better, thatâs just what heâs good at. He can be serious too, but he likes putting a smile on your face before he gets all serious.
âItâs nothing, you were having fun with Kirishima, I donât want to interrupt.â And without meaning to, youâve spilled exactly why you were feeling so upset.
Kaminari stares at you with his wide golden eyes, shaking his head as he practically tackles you through your dorm-room door frame into a hug.
Wrapping his arms around you he hugs you close and smiles.
âI didnât ignore you! Kirishima just talks a lot.â Kaminari is quick to assume you were slightly jealous.
âI-I, no no youâre fine! Go have fun!â
âNo. Iâm staying with you.â Kaminariâs voice is a bit rougher this time, forcing the fact that he was going to spend time with you now.
After speaking he realized youâre crying. He quickly starts panicking, wondering if his stern âBakugouâ voice scared you.
âHey, hey! Why are you crying? Whatâs wrong?â Heâs rubbing your arms and trying to wipe your tears away as they flow from your eyes.
âI didnât want us to argue-I was just feeling weird and left-out and I-Iâm sorry for being so jealous over something so little and stupid, please donât be mad at me, I donât want to fight and bicker like my parents do.â You donât realize Kaminariâs expression softening at the mention of your fear, becoming like your parents.
âIâd never yell or argue with you over something like that. Itâs okay to feel jealous or hurt, just talk to me about it okay? I canât help you if I donât know how to. We can converse like this about things, it doesnât have to escalate.â Kaminari is soothing surprisingly. His touch is gentle even though it wanders.
Holding your hands is a nice feeling, and he enjoys holding them. Rubbing his thumb over your knuckles relaxes you as you lean in to rest your head on his chest.
âIâm sorry.âÂ
âDonât apologize. I love you.â Kaminari kisses the top of your head and hugs you tightly.
âHow about you pick out the movie this time! If itâs scary, you get the pleasure of cuddling into me!â Kaminari wiggles his brows.
âYou were the one terrified to turn the lights off last time.â You giggle, lifting your head to wipe your eyes.
âI donât remember that at all.â Kaminari teases, walking over to your bed to get comfy while you looked for a movie to watch.
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23 days of NCT masterlist.
taglist: @notbeforelong @mrcarbonatedmilk @unknown5tar @whathamelon @ajhdr @curieouscapt @silent-potato @gjheaaa
warnings: baby daddy mark, hidden pregnancy (?, tooth rotting.
âDude, isn't that y/n?â Markâs old friend, John, pointed at you.
Yeah, that was most definitely his ex. You were holding a small girl between your arms, helping her reach for a box of lucky charms. You looked just as beautiful as three years ago, even more, he daresay.
âGo talk to her.â His friend elbowed him. âIâll go get the meat, maybe you can invite her to our barbecue.â
âWe haven't seen each other in a while, don't you think it'll be a little too weird?â
âGo for it, I know you're still hung up on her.â
âHow...?â
âI heard your last girl complaining about how you called y/nâs name while having sex with her, it was hilarious, to be honest.â Mark punched him in the arm, earning a small groan from the tall man. âBut seriously, though, you broke up with her to focus on your career. Now that you have a stable job, what's stopping you from getting her back?â
âI don't know, man...â
âGive it a try, I'll be with the butcher if you need me.â He winked at the Canadian boy, making his way to another aisle.
Mark took a deep breath before his feet finally started moving. You were placing the small girl in the shopping cartâs seat, tickling her tummy while at it.
âY/n?â Your eyes almost came out of their caves as you heard his voice.
âMark...â You stared at him with wide eyes, looking back and forth between the little girl and him. âI thought youâd moved back to Canada.â
âI came back a year ago.â He fiddled uncomfortably with the rings adorning his fingers. âI really wanted to contact you, but since things between us were a little complicated when I left...â By complicated he meant breaking your heart and leaving a day after ending things between you.
âItâs really okay, Mark. No hard feelings.â You smiled sweetly at him, your pretty eyes turning into half moons.
âAnd whoâs this little one? Your niece?â He caressed the top of the girlâs head, who wasnât even aware of his presence, too focused on getting rid of the wrapping around the chocolate youâd just bought her.
âActually-â
âMommy, I need help!â Mark froze.
âOh, sure sweetie.â You tone completely changed when addressing her. âMark, this is my daughter, EunHee. Say hi, baby.â
âHi, Mark.â She extended her hand as you tore the wrapping of the chocolate bar open. His surprised expression turned into a big smile, covering her small hand with his significantly bigger one. âLook, mom. His cheeks are just like mine!â She poked Markâs cheekbones.
You could almost feel a drop of sweat rolling down your forehead.
âWait, you're right.â The Canadian man pointed out as your daughter smiled at him. âThat's crazy.â Thank God Mark was so naive. âSo whereâs the father of this little bean?â
âRight in front of me.â You thought.
âShe doesn't...â
âOh, sorry. It must've been hard raising her on your own.â He reassuringly placed a hand on your arm. âHow old is she?â
âUhm, s-sheâs-â
âIâm this old.â EunHee interrupted, showing her three small fingers.
You hoped Markâs brain capacity wouldn't be enough to connect the dots. But you had to admit, it was pretty obvious.
âWow, you're so big.â It was heart-warming watching your daughter interact with her father for the first time, even if they didn't know the truth about each other. âSo, we're having a barbecue at my place today. Thereâs always room for someone else, and you can bring EunHee if youâd like. My address is still the same.â
âIâll think about it.â You handed the chocolate bar back to your daughter, who didnât even take a second to eat up the whole thing.
âAlright, I guess Iâll see you then, maybe.â
(...)
âMarkâs hitting on a mom!â Yuta mocked him, causing the whole garden to erupt into laughter.
âAnd whatâs wrong with that? She isnât married.â
âMark, you literally just met with her again after three years, slow down.â Jaehyun interceded, eyes stuck to his phone.
âGuys, stop messing with Mark. He's always loved y/n, so let him be.â Johnny spoke from the grill, turning around a steak. âBesides, I saw the little girl. She looks a lot like Mark, so I bet no one would be able to tell they're not actually related.â
âHow old did you say she was?â
âThree.â
âOkay, donât be mad at me, but did you ever have sex with her without protection?â
âWhat are you trying to say, Haechan?â Taeil asked bitterly.
âJust think about it, guys. It makes sense.â While his friends discussed the possibility of him being a dad, Markâs head was rather busy trying to remember every little detail from the last time he was intimate with you.
But as much as he tried, he couldn't remember having worn a condom. And as far as he knew, you weren't on the pill.
The doorbell cut his string of thoughts, snapping him back into reality.
âIâll get the door.â He didn't expect you to be behind it, holding your -and possibly his- daughterâs hand tightly. âOh, hey.â
He seemed uncomfortable, had you made a mistake in accepting his offer?
âHi, I couldn't find someone to look after this little monster. I hope your friends won't mind.â
âNot at all, they love kids.â He stared intensely at your daughter, finally noticing those similarities Johnny mentioned before. âCome in.â
He guided you all the way to the backyard, everyone greeting you with a big hug.
âNice to see you again, y/n.â Johnny murmured, patting your back.
âSheâs like a little doll!â Jaehyun squeaked excitedly, sitting your daughter on his lap. âWhatâs your name, sweetheart?â
âIâm EunHee.â He cooed at her high-pitched voice tone. âYour dimples are pretty.â
âThank you.â
The boys seemed completely comfortable with your daughter, fighting with Jaehyun, who wouldn't let go of her.
âCan I have a word with you?â Mark came from behind you, making you jolt at his sudden presence.
âSure.â
He walked you to the kitchen, away from the noisy men outside. He anxiously twisted his hands, trying to find the correct words to demand for the truth.
âWhatâs wrong?â You asked worriedly, taking a step closer to him.
âIs EunHee mine?â Well, you were definitely not expecting that. You thought that after meeting him at the supermarket, your secret was safe. Apparently, it wasnât. âBy the look on your face, Iâm guessing she is.â
He groaned in frustration, rubbing his face with the palms of his hands.
âIâm sorry for keeping it a secret all this years. I wonât force you to step in and take responsibility for her, we can just leave and pretend this never-â
âWhat are you even talking about? Why wouldnât I want to take care of my own daughter?â The frown on his face deepened. âDid you know you were pregnant when we broke up?â
Should you tell him the truth?
âI...â He looked at you expectantly.
Of course you should tell him the truth, he deserves it.
âYes.â His heart dropped, guilt filling every inch of his body. âI didnât want to hold you back. It wouldâve been unfair for me to use that as an excuse to stop you from leaving.â
âSo youâre saying I missed three years of my daughterâs childhood because you didnât want to be selfish?â With every word his voice grew louder, shouting by the end of the sentence and catching the other guests' attention.
âMark, we should talk about this another day, when weâre alone.â You tried leaving, but his hand clutched your wrist tightly.
âNo.â You could admire tears sparkling in his eyes. âI don't want to miss another second of her.â
âMommy?â Just then, EunHee walked into the kitchen, holding Yutaâs hand. âI heard screaming, are you okay?â Mark nodded at his friend, as if signaling him he could leave.
âYes, Iâm alright, sweetie.â You swung her up in your arms, coming closer to Mark who had the sudden urge to hold his baby. âAre you sure about this? Thereâs no backing out.â You mouthed, feeling a pinch of relief as he nodded. âBaby, Iâd like you to meet someone very special.â
âWho?â
âThis is Mark...â She looked at you with her small eyebrows furrowed, sheâd already met Mark. âYour dad.â
Mark honestly felt like crying, your daughter smiling excitedly as she urged you to put her down, letting her father hold her close to his chest.
âMommy said you were lost.â He felt so warm inside.
âI promise not to get lost again, alright?â His lips pressed a kiss into her forehead, already enamored by the cheerful giggles erupting from EunHee.
You observed them with regret. If you'd told Mark you were pregnant before he left, perhaps he wouldn't be on the verge of tears right now, perhaps your daughter wouldn't have had to deal with her classmatesâ non-stopping questions about her father.
âY/n?â Mark called out for you. âC-can we have a family hug?â He moved his hand invitingly, making space for you to join.
You walked into his arms, every negative feeling vanishing as Mark embraced you, both of you trying not to sob.
âWhat do you want to do now?â He let go of you, using both of his arms to embrace EunHee.
âMake up for the lost time.â
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Loki request (spoilers)
Reader is a variant who got captured by the tva, they're sent to trial and Loki saves them from getting killed bc he still owed them a favour. Morbius gets confused bc those two dangerous variants know each other, turns out they were best friends in their original time line. Now Morbius has to babysit two sarcastic assholes. Double trouble ensures.
Double Trouble | l.l fluff fic
Summary: The request.Â
Authors Note: I fully acknowledge and support Loki being genderfluid. In this fic, I will be using he/him pronouns for Loki since those were the pronouns theyâve used for Loki in the show so far, indicating that at the time this fic is set, Lokiâs genderfluid identity is of a man. Should those pronouns/identity change, so will the pronouns for my fics. I do not intend to be harmful in any way so if this is harmful to the genderfluid community, PLEASE let me know!
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Yeah, Loki was definitely not taking any of this seriously. At this point, he theorized that the Avengers were laughing their asses off on this elaborate prank they were playing on him, and he decided to just wait it out. It had to stop at some point, right? There was no way that this âTVAâ bullshit was actually, in any way, real.
At least . . . He believed that until he saw a familiar face.
Mobius had just saved him from being reset to the original timeline and they were walking out of the courtroom just as the doors opened and two TVA agents were walking another âcriminalâ in. Loki still wasn't buying this elaborate scheme so he didnât really pay this new person much attention, until he heard the judge speak.Â
âMiss Y/N Y/L/N - am I correct?âÂ
Loki froze, eyes traveling to the âcriminalâ passing him. He first thought that Thor had set this part of the prank up, but he knew his brother didnât really understand how mischief really worked. Plus, Loki could tell Y/N wasnât an illusion.Â
. . . So that meant she was actually here.Â
âHey, wait, can I see this trial?â Loki whispered to Mobius, who glanced back at the judge and raised his eyebrows skeptically at the brunette deity. Loki added, âI just want to see a little more of how this place works, okay?âÂ
Mobius was sure Loki was onto something and after a couple moments of thought, he agreed. At least this would give him a chance to get to know this troublemaker better, and they both shuffled into seats.Â
âYou are correct, madame,â Y/N answered mockingly, a big grin on her face as she walked up to the podium. She then looked around in an exaggerated manner. âWell, do I get a lawyer or what?âÂ
Loki smirked and the judge scoffed. âHow do you plead?â The judge asked, dismissing her questions.Â
âWhat âcrimesâ have I supposedly committed?âÂ
âYou have been accused of creating an alternate timeline that does not fit into the main continuum. You snuck into Odinâs vault using your Asgardian abilities  and when you used the fake Infinity Gauntlet and, in your attempt to enchant the Gauntlet to work like the actual one, you accidentally travelled forward in time and created a new timeline,â the judge summarized.Â
Loki smiled, amused and proud. He only wondered what led her to this.Â
âIn my defense, I heard that my friend was in trouble and wanted to help out,â Y/N said with a shrug.Â
âWell, the enchantments were not supposed fully work. They were meant to just backfire on you and knock you unconscious, where youâd be imprisoned in the dungeon. But then you tried to use another powerful object in Odinâs vault which created a Nexus event, messed with your enchantment on the fake Power and Time stone, and here you are,â the judge explained.
âIf I wasnât meant to do this - why didnât these âTime Keepersâ control my actions and make me do something else?â Y/N asked, changing the subject.
âI am not going to entertain you any further. In your previous statement, quote: âIn my defense, I heard that my friend was in trouble and wanted to help outâ You have admitted your guilt and will now be reset,â the judge declared sternly.
Immediately, two TVA agents grabbed Y/N harshly and began to drag her away from the podium. Loki, who at this point had connected the dots that he was the friend she had been trying to help, knew he owed her one. He couldnât just let her be reset and then be imprisoned. So, thinking rather quickly, he leapt up from his seat and shouted, âNo!â
All heads turned to him. Y/Nâs eyes went wide, not having spotted him, and Mobius was beginning to regret his decision. Loki turned to Mobius. âYou need me to help you with this âsacred timelineâ stuff. Iâll only do it if Y/N stays,â he said, panting.
Mobius caught an angry look from the judge but his gaze settled on Y/N. After a couple moments, he sighed and relented. âFine.â
Y/N and Loki cheered and she broke out of the agentsâ grips, running to Loki who picked her up and hugged her. âThatâs my girl,â Loki said, proud of her for her prank.
Mobius internally groaned. This was going to be a long day.
âââââââââââ
âSo how do you know each other?â Mobius asked as he walked in-between the Asgardians, leading them to his office.
âY/Nâs been my best friend, partner in time, ever since I was little,â Loki said, grinning.
âGot it,â Mobius said, frowning. He could only imagine the mischief they had conjured.
âââââââââââ
After reviewing both of their files, Mobius had to step out for a second, leaving Loki and Y/N alone. âLetâs try to break out,â was the first thing to leave Lokiâs lips.
Y/N rolled her eyes. âAnd suppose we do, how the hell are you gonna get the Tesseract back? Plus, I wonât wanna be imprisoned on Asgard,â she reasoned, quickly shutting the idea down.
Loki huffed. He was bored. He wanted to do something.
And he had something to do when Y/N stood up and started walking around. With a smirk, he grabbed the remote controlling Y/Nâs collar and clicked it, immediately sending her back to her seat.
She turned and glared at him, and he just smirked, innocently shrugging. âI wanna have fun,â he said.
Y/N rolled her eyes and cautiously stood up again. When nothing happened, she walked around a bit more, and Loki let her . . . Until he got bored again. With another click, she reappeared on the other side of the room, in mid-walk.
Before she could protest, Loki did it again. And again. And again. He finally stopped when she got out the words, âCUT IT OUT!â and laughed to himself.
âYou asshole,â Y/N grunted, beginning to walk towards him, but skidded back when Loki clicked the button just one more time.
âOops. My finger slipped,â Loki smirked.
Y/N glared, but being reset made her lose her footing, and she tumbled to the floor, causing her best friend to cackle. Annoyed, she ran at him and managed to push him off his chair, tackling him to the floor. They rolled around, neither one gaining the upper hand for too long, until Mobius re-entered, saw the chaos, pulled Loki to his feet, and grabbed the remote, resetting Y/N so she was back in her chair.
âHey!â Loki exclaimed, pushing Mobius off him. âNo one controls my best friend!â
Y/N couldnât tell if he was being serious or not, but smiled nonetheless. Mobius glared and grabbed Lokiâs remote, resetting him so he was back in his chair. He then turned to them both.
âIâm beginning to agree with my colleagues that this-â he gestured to Loki and Y/N, â-was a bad idea.â
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Trading 3 angrys for 1? - Bakugo Katsuki
  Help and Hide Series. Bakugo Edition
  Kirishima Ed. Denki Ed. Todoroki Ed. Deku Ed. Shinso Ed. Iida Ed. Aizawa Ed. Tamaki Ed.  Hawks Ed. Dabi Ed. Shiggy Ed.
    + You are a student at UA and the whole class is on a field trip in Tokyo. On a free day, you all went out and you ran into to old âfriendsâ and things go south. While trying to get away from them, you spot the token hot head of the class and decide to take your chances with this angry person over the angry people chasing you and are you pleasantly surprised.Â
Note: My first My Hero Academia imagine!!! Let me know it you want a part two of this and I was thinking of making this a headcanon type for some of the other MHA/BNHA guys too. What do you think??
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     âOver here Mina! I found those little things youâre obsessed with!â I called over to the pink skin girl.
    âYay! Lemme see! Lemme see!â She came barreling over and nearly ran into me and the table. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. She squealed and call Jirio over to show her. I walked over to another street vendor. Our class was on a field trip in Tokyo and we were given a free day. Everyone agreed on going out and seeing the scene.
     âAh! Donât throw squid at me Kaminari!â I heard Deku scream and laughed at the context before turning to see said electric boy chasing the broccoli with a squid arm. I burst out laughing, holding my stomach. I shook my head before wandering farther down the street.
    I was originally from Tokyo before I moved to attend UA. My family are not insanely rich but we are well off. My parents own a house in both Tokyo and Musutafu as well as vacation homes or condos in different parts of the world. I wandered away from most of the class and I really wish I hadnât.
   âOi! Lookie here, dudes. Itâs Leeâs younger sister Y/N.â A chill went up my spine as I froze from the familiar voice. I slowly turned around to see my older brotherâs former three best friends with wicked smiles on their faces.
     I hadnât seen them since my brother cast them out of his life. He found out that they were bullying me behind his back for god knows how long and immediately cut ties with them. He only found out because I missed covering up an unmistakable wounds from their quirks. He was mad at me for not telling him but was more concerned for me in the long run.
     âH-hey g-guys.â I stuttered, mentally berating myself for being so scared. Iâm training to be a Pro-Hero for god sakes! I tried to steel myself against the incoming assault but couldnât help but inwardly shake.
     âAw. Is wittle Y/N scared?â Kei, the leader of them teased. âWell you should be bitch!â
    âYou cost us advantage with your brother!â Haru yelled as he jerked forward, grabbing my bicep hard. I yelped and he shook me. âShut up.â
    âWe could neverâŠâtalkââŠto you about it because Lee never let us near you again. And it became even harder when you went off to that Hero school. You didnât even give us a chance.â Kei gave me a smirk when he said talk, meaning something completely different the actual definition. âWe could have worked things out.â
     âIn more ways than one.â Aaron eyed me up and down. âYou sure have grown up, little sis.â Kei rolled his eyes and hit him in the chest hard. Aaron looked at him offended while Kei just gave him a âreallyâ look.
     âIâm sure we could have butâŠâ I gulped as I saw Haru activate his laser quirk. âI really have to go right now.â I pointed behind me. âGotta catch up with the rest of my c-class.â I tried to pull away but was pulled back hard. I looked at them with fearful eyes.
     âNot just yet, bitch!â They laughed and looked at each other amused. I looked around at the people around us. There are not too many people close so I decided to use my quirk. I have a light and shadow quirk.
     âI really have to go.â I said in a firm voice. They looked at me surprised and I gave them a blinding flash. The grip on my arm immediately disappeared and they all covered their eyes as they yelped. I took off running back in the direction of the rest.
     âGet back here!â Kei yelled. I obviously ignored him. I ran and avoid people easily with my high agility. I stopped to take a breath and see how far they were behind me. At first I could only hear them and other people yelling at them but I saw them finally a ways back.
     âShit, shit, shit.â I mumbled looking around for anyone I knew or something to hide behind. I finally caught sight of Bakugo a few yards away. I bit my lip and wondered if it was worth asking the angry Pomeranian for help against the anger musketeers. When I saw the three close I didnât think twice. âAh!â
     I ran over to the explosive boy and quickly grabbed his arm, dragging him over to the close by building.
    âWhat the hell!â He screamed at me. I flinched but looked back towards the others.
    âSh, sh! Please, shh!â I tried to shush him but he growled at me.
    âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing you damn strobe light?â I wanted to giggle at his nickname for me but there was no time. I caught sight of his hoodie around his waist and ripped it off of him. âHey!â
    âPlease, justâŠI...ah!â I saw them closer now. I yanked the hoodie over my head and made sure the hood was up. I then did the unthinkable without even thinking. I grabbed Bakugo by the collar of his shirt and backed up. My back him the wall and I pulled him close and into kiss before he could even protest.
     âWhaâŠâ He mumbled against my lips, hands falling tense on both sides of my head. He tried to pull away but my grip was vice.
    âWhere is that little bitch! I am going to beat her to a pulp when I get my hands on her.â I heard Kei growl from right near us. âShe will be so messed up that she wonât even be able to go to brother to rat this time.â I whimpered against Bakugoâs lips and my grip on his shirt tightened. I felt Bakugo stop fighting me.
    âI say we donât even let her be able to do anything at all when were done with her.â Haru chipped.
    I donât know what happened but Bakugo relaxed and leant into me. He moved his hands so one of his forearms rested next to my head and the other moved to my hip. What shocked me most is when he started kissing me back. We slowly started to actually kiss each other making the scene more authentic.
    âCome on, letâs check this way.â Aaron said and I heard them move on only slightly, more focused on the man kissing me then the men who were chasing me. I expected Bakugo to pull away as soon as they were gone but it seemed like he moved in even closer, continuing our soft make out session. We only pulled away when we both ran out of breath.
   âWow.â I said was gasping for the breath he stole. I saw a small smirk grace his lips. âI think theyâre gone now.â I whispered. Bakugo chuckled at my comment.
     âYeah.â He rasped out before leaning back in, starting another make out session. I donât know how long we were here but we were only brought back out when we heard a chorus of surprised yells come from Kami and Kiri.
    âWoah! Bakubro! L/N! Whatâs this pleasant development?â Kami asked while adding kissing noises on the end of his question. Bakugo pulled away and dropped his head a little groaning.
    âDudes! I didnât know you had a thing for each other!â Kiri exclaimed. :Thatâs totally awesome.
     âAt least thereâs someone out there that can deal with your angry ass, Bakugo.â Kami teased.
     âShut it you damn extras!â Bakugo yelled over his shoulder. I giggled. He smirked when he turned back to me. He reached up and pushed the hood down and pulled my hair from the hoodie, brushing it out lightly with his fingers. He suddenly placed his hand at the juncture of my neck and pecked my lips. âKeep it on.â
      âOkay.â I said softly. He smiled for real before throwing an arm over my shoulder.
      âCome on you idiots! Let go find the rest of our dumb class. Itâs getting close to time to head back.â We started walking and they conversation quickly changed comments. As we walked by an off shot of the street, I flinched when I heard their voice again. I felt Bakugo pull me tighter against him and rub his hand up and down my arm in comfort. He leant down to whisper in my ear. âWhen we get back to the hotel, I want to tell me what just happened and what those douchebags did to you. Is that okay?â
        âYeah, thatâs okay.â I whispered back. He hummed and smiled before pecking the side of my head and nuzzling my hair. I almost got whiplash by how soft he was being to me but reveled in this side of Bakugo that I was quickly beginning to love. Well, more than I already loved this explosion boy. He just didnât know that yet.
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Cancelled-Dream Was Taken
A/N: Surprise bitch. Werenât we expecting for me to release mcyt fanfics soon? If I didnât tag my usual @âs itâs because idk if youâd like to be tagged for mcyt content.
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"You're so harsh on him!" Her hands sat on the keyboard, staring at the green human that stood on Y/n's computer screen.
She needed to be careful. While this was a heated moment, she couldn't let herself get too loud for multiple reasons. If she got too loud, Dream's stream viewers would be able to tell she was in the next room or they would just receive noise complaints from their neighbors.
"No Y/n! You're too soft on him! He needs to learn that he can't get away with everything. You're setting him up for failure." As the h/c girl listened to her roommate speak, she had to remind herself over and over again; 'This wasn't real.' Dream was mad, not Clay.
This had all been arranged as roleplay. Y/n would be leaving in a few days to go visit some of her family for a reunion, so Wilbur had been the one to think up the brilliant idea of what was playing out now; an argument between Y/n and Dream. The plan was to have Y/n get so upset she didn't log onto the SMP for the next few days, only to come back with a master plan to backstab Dream.
At first, Clay wasn't really on board with the thought of him getting angry at Y/n. They had been together for a little over a year, there wasn't a single moment they had gotten upset with one another. But surprisingly, Y/n had been the one to convince Clay it was a good idea.
The fans knew Dream and Y/n had a close friendship, Dream had always been so protective of her. But when this was going down, they didn't know how to act.
Every time Y/n would glance at her chat, she'd see thousands of comments rising up as new ones appeared. Comment after comment, it looked like the fans were shocked by the way this stream was turning out.
"I'm not setting him up for anything! He's a kid, Dream!" Y/n glanced from the chat, Â back at the screen showing her PC game. Standing on her screen was Dream and Tommyinnit, she had accompanied Dream to visit Tommy.
"You're just babying him! 'He's a kid!' Well, he needs to learn to grow up eventually," his voice had been filled with such spite. It felt weird to hear Clay speaking to her like this in such a tone.
For a moment, she stared at the green man before a short scoff escaped her lips. "I can't believe you." With that, Y/n had pressed a few keys, turning her character towards the nether portal a couple of yards away. Before Dream had gotten the chance to speak again, Y/n began to move away.
"Y/n! Come back here!"
She flicked a few buttons, taking a moment to look behind her character to see Dream following. Good, everything was going according to plan. Within the next few minutes, she'd be able to log off and she'd be on vacation for the next few days.
The h/c girl ignored the green man as she stepped through the portal, taking her to Minecraft's version of hell. Almost done, she just needed to find a good spot to stop as she listened to Dream continue to speak.
"You can't keep ignoring me! You know I'm right in this. You know you can't keep defending Tommy. You know Tommy is driving a wedge between us-"
Perfect. Y/n had stopped just on the edge of a bridge, molten lava sat feet below them. If she fell, she'd surely die. "No."
"No?" Dream was a bit surprised to hear Y/n cut him off, but he stayed silent as he was prepared to listen to what she had to say.
"No. No more. I don't wanna hear you blame Tommy for us breaking apart. I want you to listen to me. You've been acting like much more of a dick than usual and I hate it. I despise it. You've changed for the worst because you think you can step on everyone. At this point, everyone fears to tell you the truth-except me. I'll be a hundred percent honest with you, you've been so egotistical, it's really pissed me off. This is your fault, Dream. Not Tommy's. You exiled a child for pulling a prank on a vacation house! Not even George's real house!"
"But-"
"Shut the fuck up. I'm done, but I don't wanna hear you bullshit me. So shut the fuck up."
A moment of silence passed between them as Y/n stared at her screen. Just a few more steps.
And within seconds, Dream had pulled out his netherite sword. With one hit, she was falling back into lava. Y/n glanced at her chat, a look of shock on her face as she read over what a few comments said. A moment of silent tension had passed before Y/n had finally spoken up, removing her from the voice chat she was in.
"Alright guys, I guess that's enough for the day. I'll see you all... later." With that, she had clicked a few buttons, raiding Dream's live-stream as she ended hers.
For the next 20 to 30 minutes, Y/n knew Clay would be busy streaming. So she had decided to take a bit of time to wind down and think to herself.
Get a glass of water.
'Are the fans harassing him in his twitch chat?'
Sit down on the living room couch.
'The SMP fans were always so protective of me.'
Pet Patches.
'Was I too much when I snapped at him?'
It didn't seem like 30 minutes had passed when Clay had walked out of his streaming room, only to find Y/n on the couch with Patches in her lap. "Hey, N/n."
"Oh, your stream is already over?" Y/n smiled, pulling herself out of her thoughts as she scoot over, giving Clay room to take a seat right by her.
"Yeah, did you lose track of time or something?"
"I must've. How did the chat react after I 'died'?" She smiled up at her boyfriend as he wrapped an arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer into his embrace.
"Everyone was filled with joy that you died."-Y/n playfully swatted at him. "Okay, okay! I got a few chat messages of people bashing me for it, but it's fine."
"Well, it's a good thing the chat wasn't completely littered with hate. How was it after my raid?"
"Honestly, not that bad as you expect. Like I said, just a few comments. Nothing bad, I just ignored it." Clay placed a hand on Patches's head, gently scratching her, followed by the animal beginning to purr.
"Good to hear, anyways... I'm not ready to pack. Do you think we can procrastinate?" The h/c girl let out a huff leaning against her boyfriend.
"How?"
"I was thinking a bit of movie binging, cuddling, and ordering dinner?" A cheeky smile spread on her face as she spoke.
"It's like you read my mind."
The couple had made it through three movies, by now it was later at night. The sun had set and they had already door dashed some food. By now they were in the middle of watching 'The Empire Strikes Back.'
'I love you.'
'I know.'
The iconic moment between Hans and Leia had been interrupted by the sound of Clay's phone buzzing. "Why is George calling?"
"What?" Y/n was a bit curious herself. Considering the timezones, George should be asleep right now. Pausing the TV, she turned her attention to her boyfriend's phone.
"Hey Clay."
"What's up, George? Isn't it like early in the morning for you?" Clay raised a brow, moving his phone so Y/n would be able to see George as well.
"Yeah, I had to stay up to fix a YouTube video I need to get out today. I was about to go to bed and I checked Twitter-"
"Oh no." Clay made a short joke, only to be cut off by his friend.
"I don't know if it's trending for you in America, but you might as well look."
"What's going on?" He swiped up, taking him to his home screen so he could click on the little blue bird app. Y/n had grabbed her phone from the coffee table, opening up the app as well. "#Cancel Dream... #Y/n... #Dream SMP"
"Is... is Clay getting canceled for killing me in Minecraft?" Y/n scrolled through the tweets involving the hashtag 'Y/n.' She could see plenty of people defending her, but making it much bigger of a problem than it actually was.
"Oh, hey Y/n. But yeah, he is." George chuckled awkwardly, scrolling through his Twitter app as well.
"This is so fucking stupid."
"It really is. So we might as well get this cleared up with the fans as soon as possible. Do you want me to tweet something, or do you want to?" Y/n looked up at her boyfriend, it looked like he was thinking.
"Yeah, I'll tweet it. Don't worry about this, Y/n."
"Alright, whatever you say," she replied, pulling a blanket over her as she waited for Clay to finish typing his response.
"Here's what I'm gonna say: 'I can't believe you guys actually think me and @(y/n) are in an actual fight in real life. We have been good friends since forever, the fight was only roleplay. I love that you guys are so protective of Y/n, but no one's actually upset.' How's that sound?"
"I think that's good," George hummed softly.
"Yeah, I doubt you'll stay 'canceled' once you've explained to them it was all part of the SMP lore." The h/c girl smiled up at her boyfriend with a small nod.
"Alright, I'm gonna post it. George, I think you should go to bed because you're half asleep already."
Y/n turned, looking at her boyfriend's iPhone. "Go to sleep, Gogy!"
"Alright, alright... I'll talk to you guys later." The call had ended with Clay and Y/n saying goodbye to their friend while George simply yawned to them as a response.
As soon as the call was over, Clay looked at the response to his tweet. It didn't seem to be going too well. There had been a few fans who understood what was going on and responded with a paragraph as an apology for the misunderstanding. But most replies had been telling Clay he was bullshitting the fans or that he wasn't being honest.
"I'm sorry, Clay," his girlfriend had huffed as she read through the responses to his tweet.
"Honestly I'm just a bit pissed off. Literally, any time someone tries to 'cancel' me, it's over something stupid. I'm not a bad guy, it just feels like some people just don't want to see me succeed." Clay had excused himself to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.
It hurt Y/n to hear how upset her boyfriend was. He never got too upset over things, but seemed to take a small toll on him. "Hold on. Let me say something." The h/c girl couldn't be asked to post multiple tweets of her response to hate sent towards Clay over the internet. So what was better than a short video that could be posted to the blue bird app?
"Um, hey guys. I'd just like to make this quick. Stop sending hate towards Dream. The fight was roleplay and nothing more. I'm gonna be busy for the next couple of days so Wilbur thought of a good idea to help build SMP lore with me and Dream and we both agreed to the argument. Now stop sending the green man hate, or I'll commit war crimes or something-"
Y/n had been interrupted by the sound of Clay letting out a small giggle. "What? What did I say?"
"Nothing, just keep going with your video."
"Whatever, I'm cool. No matter what Dream says. Anyways, I'll speak to you all later." Y/n had hit the red button again, ending her video. Within seconds, the video had been uploaded to her Twitter account.
Placing her phone back down on the table, Y/n approached her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his torso. "I'm really sorry about the hate, Clay. I love you."
"Don't apologize for something you can't control. I love you more." The brunette held his partner close, accepting her hug. Y/n always loved his hugs, she always felt so safe in his embrace.
The rest of the night had been spent with more cuddling and more Star Wars movies. Hours had passed before Y/n had even thought about the Twitter situation again. But for some reason, she had decided to look at the app again tonight.
It was 2 in the morning by now, Clay was half asleep. His head laid in the h/c girl's lap as she brushed a hand through his hair, her free hand opening up her Twitter app once again.
It had been a bit of a surprise to see a couple of trending hashtags had changed so quickly. What was trending now was #Dream, #Y/n,#(ship name), and #Dream's Laugh. This had to be about Y/n's short clip she posted. And by the looks of it, people had stopped acting so harsh towards Clay. But instead, they had decided to focus on the fact Dream and Y/n were hanging out together. Not to mention the fact Dream and let out a stupid little giggle because of Y/n. People had been apologizing to him through Twitter for being so hard on him.
"Babe."
"Hm?" Clay mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes.
"Pretty much everyone is apologizing to you over Twitter for being hardasses."
"Hm, that's good to hear."
"You're really tired, huh?" Y/n paused her scrolling to look down at her boyfriend.
"Yeah," He continued to mumble, followed by a short yawn.
"Alright, time for bed, babe." Y/n smiled to herself, beginning to carefully move away from Clay. "I can pack tomorrow and we can laugh over the stupid bird app tomorrow after you've gotten a good amount of sleep."
"I still can't believe Twitter tried canceling me over roleplay."
"I can't believe you got uncancelled by shippers."
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