#I got this request before i made the prompt post shhhhh

[queenimmadolla]

Could you do a blurb where reader rolls a joint for Eddie for the first time with all her cute papers and stuff and he loves it?

Happy Stoner Christmas!

happy 4/20! 😶‍🌫️💚

“Well, if it isn’t for my favorite customer.”

  You hear him before you see him, and sit up straighter as you look up, torso twisting around to face Eddie.

  He’s walking through the tree line that acts as the ‘fence’ to your backyard. Not exactly born into wealth, your home is on the edge of Hawkins and lacks the white picket fence and concrete driveway, with nature and gravel filling in. Just down the street is Jonathan Byers’ home. 

  Confidence radiates off of Eddie as he approaches the picnic bench you were waiting on, his curls sway a little. He’s rocking a band shirt today—long sleeves rolled up his forearms—and some dark jeans. You try not to squirm under his stare, the wild grin on his face stirring something in your tummy.

  You knew you’d end up crushing on him after the first time you went to him for weed instead of Rick. He was cute. 

  Eddie was so freaking cute and charming and funny. You probably would have been fine if he had just been cute and charming, but the humorous trait was your weakness. You loved funny guys.

  Sure enough, by the fourth time he dealt to you—his tongue was in your mouth. And the fifth time, you’d gone to third base. Now, whatever happened when he came around just happened. You accepted it, even if it makes you a little nervous because you know very well you’re interested in more than just the benefits that come with your encounters. 

  You want him. Like, boyfriend him. It’s kind of tragic, actually, because you don’t even know if you’re the only one of his clientele he treats this way. Eddie can be fucking the rest of them for all you know and it drives you insane because you want to ask—you’re just too chicken shit.

  “You say that as if this wasn’t prearranged.” You laugh out and Eddie snorts, dumping his black lunch pail on the leaf riddled bench top next to your scooby-doo lunch box with a metal clang.

  “I’m trying to be cute and you’re ruining it.” When you laugh again, Eddie’s eyes squint in triumph, “And I’ll have you know I have been waiting—no, yearning for you to call upon me. Moved my bed over to the phone and everything. Thought you forgot allllllll about me.”

  “Me forget about you? Impossible.” You declare in a joking manner, though you truly mean the sentiment. Your mental health might be better if you could forget him. Then you wouldn’t be able to make yourself sick over the idea of him kissing other people.

  “You better mean that.” He jabs an accusatory finger, silver ring glinting, in your direction as he settles in across from you, “The usual, my sweet?”

  UGH! SEE?! Too damn cute.

  “Please?” You’re too busy opening up your own lunch box full of supplies to notice the heated look he fixes you with right then.

  Eddie clears his throat, tongue darting out to swipe over his lower lip as he pops the lid of his lunch pail open, pulling out a little baggie with your favorite strain of buds. He eyes it with a glint in his eye before it’s held out to you, dangling from his fingertips. 

  You look up once you realize it’s being offered, and pinch the top of the baggie as your other hand holds out the folded bills. Eddie flicks them out of your loose grip, and it goes flying to land in your lap while you jump in surprise.

  “My bad,” he snickers, his pretty teeth gleaming, “it’s on the house.”

  You pick up exactly where he wants you to, “In that case, please accept my offer to smoke you out with my newly acquired goods.”

  That feeling in your belly—butterflies—intensifies at the slow and large smile that spreads on his face, forcing his little dimple to make an appearance.

  It always goes like this now. 

  Eddie comes over (or you go to him), weed is exchanged and when you try to pay him for it, he refuses. Then, you invite him to smoke weed with you (and he’ll always pull from the extra inventory he carries around—never from what he’s just given you), the two of you get high and you finally feel brave enough to make a move because you know he always waits for you to do it. Gives you the power to start things, your own comfort, though he takes full control once you get going. He’s always so keen on taking care of you. You’d once thought that maybe he didn’t want you as much as you wanted him, since it was always you initiating things, but the way he’d beg for you, ramble about how much he wanted you, how desperate he was for you and his ‘finally, I thought I was gonna die’s on just your kisses alone, soothed that insecurity. 

  “I’d be delighted to! But─”

  “Nope.” You interrupt, having seen his hand reaching into his pail. “My weed—not yours.”

  He raises his eyebrows in surprise and when you don’t back down, both of his hands are lifted in surrender before one is extended to you out on the bench, palm up. Eddie’s waiting for you to give him your grinder and the weed so he can start rolling but you low five his palm instead and he chuckles, skin tingling from the contact.

  “That’s not exactly what I meant.”

  “I know, but I’m also rolling today, too.”

  Eddie scoffs and smirks, fixing you with that heated stare again and you quickly divert your gaze, pulling out your pretty purple grinder and getting to work. You are not gonna let him make you nervous and fumble around, “Baby…”

  Oh, god. The way he coos it out, nice and low—you’re instantly taken back to other times you’d heard him say it like that. You’d been bent into all kinds of positions as it was rasped into your ear, the sweat from both of your bodies plastering Eddie to you. Your hand twists the top of the grinder on autopilot as you stare at nothing, gaze vacant.

  Eddie knows exactly where your mind has taken you and his smirk widens.

  “You can’t roll for shit.”

  That snaps you out of your stupor, mouth dropping.

  “I can, too! You’ve never seen me put in the work.”

  “I have, that’s why I roll.”

  And you cringe as you recall the first time you’d try to roll a joint. It had been the second time Eddie sold to you, having only used pre-rolled cones prior. Those only meant you had to pack the wrap in with weed, kind of like a funnel and then twist the end closed before partaking.

  Rolling from start to finish was a whole other endeavor and you’d failed so badly, Eddie had rolled around on the floor laughing. You didn’t take any offense, too busy jumping up and down inside at having made the cute, charming funny guy you liked laugh.

  “I’ve been practicing,” You pout, placing the grinder down after you’re sure the nug of the bud you’d placed in it was now almost powder-like.

  “You tryna impress me, hm?” He hums out, and you refuse to look up, knowing those pretty brown eyes of his are gonna be lidded and it’ll do you in early. You’ll have to jump him right there, “Been practicing to show me what you can do?”

  You ignore him, focusing instead on the rolling papers you had. 

  Eddie places his chin in his hand, watching you intently as you frown in concentration before it breaks when you select a rolling paper, cherries decorating the white sheets. You pull your small rolling tray out and some part of Eddie throbs. You hadn’t had that before.

  You quickly scrunch a filter together, folding the rolling paper and placing the filter at the edge of the fold before you unscrew the grinder and begin pinching the green within to sprinkle on the paper. Once it was full, and Eddie notices with wide eyes that you’ve packed it with a significant amount, you use dexterous fingers to carefully roll it together, tongue poking out as you take diligent care to ensure no fall out. Once the green flower is properly contained, you lick the free edge and fold it over the rest of the joint before you pinch and twist the end.

  After a few moments of intense scrutiny, you hold it out victoriously, “Taduh!!! For you.”

  Eddie takes the joint, turning it this way and that as he marvels. You really had been practicing, it was beautiful. He feels an intense amount of pride bloom in his chest and something else. Always for you, only ever for you.

  “Did I do good?” You ask, voice shy as you bite your lip and this time you don’t look away when that heavy stare focuses on you. You wanna faint, but you don’t. He doesn’t say anything for a while and you know where tonight is gonna lead. 

  “Baby,” There’s that rasp again that makes you want to drop dead and smash your mouth to his at the same time, “I’m gonna need you to come over here now. Don’t think I can wait.”

[sassymox]

That’s mistletoe we’re standing under (Kenny Omega)

Sooooooo I probably shouldn’t be posting this at 2 in the morning but I just finished it and didn’t feel like waiting until later. This prompt was requested by @aspiringhorrorfilmmaker I believe, if not then anon but they both requested it so here you go! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. This one kind of got away from me and boy did I love writing this.

(gif not mine credit to leelakoiwolff)

TRIGGER WARNING: LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ ONLY PLEASE!

Y/n sighed as she walked through the doors of the arena for the show that night. She dusted off the snow that stuck to her jacket and made her way towards her office. Y/n plopped down into her chair and let a huff leave her as she looked out the window as the snow continued to fall. Y/n sighed once more wishing it wasn't snowing out. She felt her phone vibe and reached into her pocket to pull it out feeling the urge to chuck it across the room when she saw the message that was flashing on the screen. Her flight for that night had been canceled due to the weather. Y/n wasn't going to be able to go home for her family's big Christmas party.

Y/n felt tears gathering in her eyes and had to bite her lip to keep them from falling. She couldn't go to pieces at work, she had a job to do. Y/n was one of the on site medics for AEW and she had to be on her A game in case anyone came in with a injury. She would be damned if she missed something because she was feeling sorry for herself. Y/n got up stalking over and practically ripping down the blinds so she didn't have to see the snow continue to fall outside. She heard a knock on her door and she sighed walking over and opening the door. The moment it was open she was pulled into strong arms and she melted into the embrace.

"Are you okay?" Y/n heard and she sighed shaking her head some. She had to bite her lip to keep from breaking down in tears. "Shhhhh, it's gonna be okay Y/n I promise," Kenny continued rocking them both gently. Y/n tried to fight the tears but a few finally slipped down and she gave a small whimper as well. "We will make this an amazing weekend I promise," he replied pulling back some to look her in the eyes. Y/n gave Kenny a watery smile nodding her head.

"Yea, we will make this weekend the best ever," Y/n replied trying to brighten her mood. She felt so lucky to have a best friend like Kenny Omega. Y/n inwardly sighed as she thought that. Best friends, that's all that they were ever going to be.

"That's the spirit!" Kenny beamed pulling away and brushing the tears that had managed to escape her lids. "I unfortunately have a PPV to go get ready for and you have superstars to evaluate, so I will bid you a..." Kenny started to say as Y/n chased him out of the room.

"Don't you go using your catchphrase on me Omega!" She fake yelled causing Kenny to burst out laughing.

"GOODBYE, SMOOCH, GOODNIGHT AND BANG!" Kenny yelled dodging the poorly thrown tongue depressor before scrambling off and out of sight. Y/n couldn't help the giggles that bubbled out of her chest from that. Leave it to Kenny to be able to help her feel better while annoying her at the same time. Y/n shut the door and went about making sure she had everything she needed. She changed out of her sweater and jeans and put on the scrubs she would need for the evening. She threw her hair into a ponytail and got ready for the evening.

Towards the end of the show she had seen quite a few superstars come through her office with different types of possible injuries. Thankfully none that required serious medical attention. Y/n was watching the main event in her office, Kenny vs Adam Page with the winner going on to a title shot against Jericho. Y/n felt like she was on the edge of her seat the entire match. Every near fall had her cringing and every bump they took had her chewing on her nails.

There was a particularly nasty bump that Kenny took which caused Y/n to almost bolt out of her office and down to the ring to check on him herself but she breathed a sigh when he started moving a moment later. She was mentally thinking about all the different areas that could possibly be hurt and shoved it to the back of her mind. She watched Kenny blindside Adam and was able to get him up onto his shoulder and hit a one winged angel then covered him for the win. Y/n couldn't contain the squeal of joy she let out seeing Kenny's hand being raised in victory. He was the number one contender for Jericho's title. And unlike what happened at Double or Nothing she was confident that Kenny was going to come away with the title this time.

She waited patiently for Kenny to come to her office but when after thirty minutes went by and still no Kenny she started to get worried. What if he had collapsed in the hallway on his way there. What if he was hurt somewhere and no one knew about it. Y/n scrambled to throw her stuff into her bag grabbing it up and running to the door. She threw it open and went to go out when she ran smack into a solid chest. Y/n nearly fell backwards but arms snaked around her waist and kept her from taking a bump herself.

Y/n opened her mouth to speak when she looked to see Kenny standing there. He towered over her, he always did but for some reason that night he seemed even taller in the doorway. He had a grin on his lips and she raised an eyebrow at the look. Kenny pointed up and Y/n lifted her eyes to see something hanging in her doorway. She gasped when she realized what it was and then started blushing as bright as a tomato. "That's mistletoe we're standing under." He murmured as she brought her eyes back down to look into his.

Y/n tried to rack her brain thinking if that had been there all night. She certainly hadn't put it up there and she didn't think it had been there when she arrived. A thought slid through her mind that maybe Kenny had placed it there but she mentally shook her head. Why would Kenny place a mistletoe in her doorway. But she knew that it hadn't been there the majority of the night. Y/n heard Kenny clear his throat and she snapped out of her thoughts the blush reaching almost all the way to her ears now. "I mean it is tradition, we can't exactly break that now can we," Kenny replied causing Y/n to shake her head dumbly.

Kenny leaned down as Y/n reached up. She was just intending to give him a short innocent little kiss but the moment their lips touched Kenny's arms tightened around her waist and practically slammed their bodies together. Y/n let a gasp slip out which allowed Kenny's tongue to slide in. The kiss grew in passion as their mouths moved around each other. They both finally had to come up for air and but Kenny kept his arms firm around Y/n's waist refusing to let go. Y/n felt dumbfounded, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Was she imagining things or had Kenny just passionately kissed her.

"I've wanted to do that for months now," Kenny whispered against her lips gently pecking them. Y/n couldn't believe what she had just heard, was she dreaming, if so no one better wake her up. Her face split into the most adorable smile causing Kenny to chuckle lightly. "You are too adorable, come here," He murmured bringing her back in for another kiss. Kenny pushed gently backing Y/n into the office and over to her table. He shoved the bag of supplies and lifted her up placing her down on the solid surface as he stepped in between her legs his hands resting on her hips.

"I don't know if I can control myself around you Y/n so if you don't want this you better let me know right now." He grounded out trying to keep from ravaging her right then and there.

"I've been in love with you from the moment I met you Kenny Omega, I want this more than you can even imagine." She teased biting her lip which in turn caused Kenny to groan.

"Why were we both such idiots, we could have been doing this the whole time." He mumbled as he captured her lips before she could say anything back. Y/n moaned into his mouth which set good chills down Kenny's back. He brought his hands up cupping her jaw gently as he pressed their chests together. Y/n's legs came up and wrapped around Kenny's waist pulling them even closer to one another. One of Kenny's hands glided down to cup her left breast massaging it gently in his hand as little moans slipped past their sealed lips.

Kenny's hands drifted down to the bottom of her scrub top and started to lift it up which got Y/n's attention and she pulled back disconnecting their lips and brought her hands down stopping his movement. Kenny raised an eyebrow slightly confused and waited for Y/n to speak.

"As much fun as it would be to christen my office, I don't exactly fancy the thought of someone walking in and getting a free show." She replied indicating her body and then his. Kenny got an O face and quickly nodded his head pushing her top back down and into place. He moved back allowing Y/n to jump down and then pulled her back into his arms.

"You get your stuff together and I will grab mine and we can head back to the hotel and continue where we left off." He urged, pushing her in the direction of her stuff. She laughed lightly shaking her head as Kenny practically bolted from the room to his own locker room that he had for the evening.

Y/n practically threw all of her equipment into her medical bag and decided to just leave her scrubs on as there was a quick knock on the door. She felt her nerves start to creep back in and she walked over to the door only for Kenny to scoop her up into his arms and press his lips to her once more. "Come on, let's get out of here," he whispered against her lips. Y/n nodded her head as Kenny reached down slipping his hand into hers and pulled Y/n from the room.

They practically ran to the car giggling little children. Kenny jumped behind the wheel as Y/n slipped into the passenger seat. Kenny jammed the keys into the ignition and threw the car into gear. The moment Kenny was on the road Y/n was right against his side her lips moving around his shoulder and neck. Kenny felt his cock grow hard in his gear and he stepped on the gas just a little bit harder.

Kenny breathed a sigh the moment he saw the hotel and he quickly pulled into a parking space. He put the car into park and turned grabbing Y/n's chin lifting her head up and pressing his lips against hers. She moaned into his mouth as his hand moved from the steering wheel to come up and tweak one of her nipples. She molded her body against his as his hand slipped under her shirt and slid it under her bra cup and grasped her breast palming it as a grin spread across his lips.

His other hand glided down her stomach and slipped into her scrub pants and under the waistband of her panties. He ran a finger down her slit and groaned feeling the wetness that had gathered. He pulled back resting his forehead on hers as his finger slipped through her folds and started stroking her clit gently. "You're so wet for Angel, mhmmmm, just wait until we get up to the room." He growled into her ear as he pulled hand from her pants and removed his other from her bra. Kenny quickly got out of the car and ran around to the passenger side pulling the door open and yanking her out.

The whole way to the hotel room they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Kenny brought them to his room opening the door and pulled her in. The moment they were inside he slammed her against the door pressing his body against hers. He slipped his hands down her body and grabbed her thighs encouraging her to jump and wrap her legs around his waist. Y/n giggled as this position placed her breasts right in Kenny's face. His hands moved pulling her top up and over her head throwing it somewhere. He pressed his lips to her cleavage kissing and nibbling on the skin.

Y/n ran her fingers through his curly hair rolling her hips against his erection that was pressing against her core through their pants. "Oh Angel, you keep doing that and I will have to punish you." He growled causing Y/n grind her hips down against him as a smirk slipped on her lips.

Kenny let another growl rumble in his chest and he pulled her from the door and carried her over to the bed. He placed her down gently and moved so that he was kneeling in between her legs. Y/n quickly kicked off of her shoes as she rested back on the bed. His hands slipped up her waist and reached around behind her back quickly unclasping her bra and slipped it from her shoulders freeing her breasts. He leaned down capturing her right breast into his mouth as he rubbed and tweaked her left. 

His lips trailed over to the valley between her breasts and blazed a trail down her stomach as his hands came up and grabbed the waistband of her pants and panties pulling them down as he went. Kenny moved back up her stomach and over her breasts as he quickly removed his pants and reached into his pocket to pull out the condom packet. He tore it open and slipped it on looking down at Y/n. "Are you completely sure on this Y/n, we can stop here if you..." Y/n growled and reached up grabbing his hips and shoving him down against her slamming her lips onto his.

"I swear Kenny if you don't fuck me right now I'm going to fuck myself." She hissed out and Kenny grinned grabbing her hips slamming himself inside of her. She screamed out at the feeling of being full. Kenny snapped his hips against hers and smirked at her.

"Not so smart mouthed now are ya," he whispered into her ear as he gripped her hips and slammed into her over and over again. Y/n's hands fell back and gripped at the sheets under neath her as the pleasure continued swirling inside of her. Y/n pushed her hips up against his every time he thrust down into her. Y/n attached her lips to Kenny's neck and started mouthing over the skin there. Her nails scratched down his back causing him to arch into her touch and push his cock deeper inside of her. Y/n moaned and saw stars burst behind her eyelids as she rolled her hips up into him.

Y/n felt that coil in her stomach tighten and she clenched around Kenny's cock and he groaned in his chest. "Oh god Angel your pussy feels so amazing clenching around me like that. Am I making you feel good, am I making you feel amazing, are you going to come for me?" He whispered into her ear. She moaned out after another hard thrust and wrapped her arms around his neck holding him close to her. "Come for me Angel, let go, come all over this cock, just let go Angel." He purred into her ear and she screamed out as that coil snapped and she moaned against his shoulder.

Kenny growled but started thrusting harder and deeper into her. Her second orgasm started building inside of her as Kenny's thrusts started to become sloppy.

Kenny stopped for a moment as he reached down grabbing her legs and tossing them over his shoulder. It caused his thrusts to go deeper inside of Y/n and she arched her back against him another orgasm threatening to wash over her. "Oh god Kenny, I'm gonna, I'm gonna co..." She squealed as her second orgasm washed over her and she bucked against him as Kenny finally came to a halt his own orgasm rushing through him.

When they both came down from their high they fell back onto the bed Kenny rolling to the side so he didn't land on top of her. Kenny pulled the condom off sealing it up and tossing it away before slipping under the covers as Y/n moved to rest on his chest. She ran her fingers over his stomach as Kenny wrapped her up in his arms. "So you've been in love with me this whole time?" He asked and Y/n buried her head into his chest mumbling something. "Hey, you know I love you too right," Kenny murmured down at her and Y/n lifted up her head a smile shining brightly on her face.

Kenny leaned down pressing his lips to hers gently. "Come on, let's head to bed, I just want to fall asleep holding you in my arms." He whispered.

"I'd love that Kenny," Y/n mumbled half asleep as she went back to resting on his chest and Kenny lightly ran his fingers over her back lulling them to sleep for the night.

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[fanfics-of-marvel]

Can I have just a really fluffy girly fic with natasha x wanda x f!reader? All platonic, just girls being friends and lovely??

Hey @s-trawberryv-eins :) Thank you for the great prompt! I really hope you’ll like it! ♥

Send me your own idea or choose from my Prompt List!

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Release date: 04/02/20

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Another girls’ night out with your two best friends with a little more to drink and a love topic to discuss.

Words count: 1.1K

A/N: The fic includes the WandaVision and BuckyNat ships.

Warnings: A few foul words, drinking, mentions of kissing

Requests | Masterlist

Taglist: @all-things-marvel-related ; @steeeeverogers ; @chipilerendi ; @starkershomelife ; @merlin-288 ; @nutellakirb ;

I’m not a native English speaker, so there might be spelling or grammatical mistakes.

This fic is my own work, it is not to be re-posted on this site or posted anywhere else without my knowledge and consent!

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Natasha literally ejected Pinacolada out of her nose. “No, he didn’t!” she exclaimed.

“He totally did!” you repliedgiggling.

It was girls’ night out onceagain and you were at your favourite bar. You all ordered Pina coladas with periodicalrefills. And your latest date was the topic of your conversation.

“Oh come on, that’s notpossible,” Wanda couldn’t believe it, either.

“Girls, I’m telling you -that’s exactly how it happened,” yousaid firmly.

“Wait, which date was that?”Natasha asked you.

“Fifth,” you replied. “Hewaited 5 dates to even approach me close enough for anything similar to a kiss.And when it happened – he did it cautiously and with ‘duck lips’!” you threwyour hands in the air.

Your lady companions laughedso loud that everyone turned their heads at the three of you.

“Have you ever been kissedwith ‘duck lips’!?” you were getting overexcited. “It’s awkward as hell! Andwhat could I do? I decided to move forward and opened my mouth to place mytongue in his and what does he do? He freaking gags!”

“What!?” Natasha and Wanda exclaimedsimultaneously.

“He gaged, girls! In apparentdisgust. And I didn’t know what to make of it. So naturally, I ask him ifeverything’s alright and he goes into a deep long lecture of all the microbesand germs being transferred with a single kiss. He turned out to be a cleanlinessmaniac!”

Wanda and Natasha couldn’tstop laughing at your silly story.

“Did you dump his ass?”Natasha asked.

“Not before I licked my fingerand stuck it in his ear!” you replied smugly.

“That’s my girl!” Natashaexclaimed and gave you a high five.

Wanda giggled loudly. “Okay, okay… you know,that reminds me of the first time Vision and I kissed,” she laughed a littlelonger drawn back into memories. “So here we are in the Avengers Headquartersafter we had defeated Ultron. Vision was observing himself in the mirror tryingto comprehend what he’d become. I walk to him and we fall into a deepmeaningful conversation and I felt the connection between us deepening. Wegazed into each other’s eyes and I just felt it, girls. The need to kiss him.So, I held his face and got to his lips. He literally kept them unmoved as theywere and I could feel his eyes staring at me!”

Another round of Pina coladagot out of Natasha’s nostrils. You couldn’t hold your laughter, either.

“I mean…” Wanda continued. “Itwas so awkward! And after I moved away he was looking at me confused. ‘Wanda,what was that?’, he asked me. ‘A kiss’, I reply. And then I had to explain tohim everything!” she was overexcited as well.

“Wait, everything?” you asked.“How far did you reach?”

“Not even a full first base!”Wanda exclaimed. “I didn’t even talk about kissing with a tongue! He’s got theMind Stone in his head but he couldn’t understand the meaning of a kiss!”

Natasha was wobbling on herchair in giggles. “Okay, okay…” she seemed to be a little drunk by now. “Myturn. I guess we’re doing this.”

You knew it would be a goodone as well. It involved post-Winter Soldier Bucky after all.

“So here we are,” Natashabegan. “Steve and I going to Wakanda to check on Bucky after Shuri claimed tohave fixed him. And I think – that idiot shot me twice! And I’m angry about itbut at the same time I understand he was under Hydra’s control. So, I say tomyself ‘be unbiased’ but at the same time I can’t deny I had already developeda little crush on him.”

“Whoooo,” you giggledsynchronized with Wanda.

“Shhhhh,” Natasha scolded youtwo. “He’s a cutie and you can’t persuade me otherwise! So anyway, we go there,Steve and I, and we find Bucky sitting by the river. All broken and gloomy. Itmelted my heart.”

You looked at Wanda andexchanged giggles. Natasha was obviously affected by her drink. She usually didn’tspeak such stuff.

“And I go to him,” Natashacontinued. “After Steve had talked to him first, of course. I ask him how he’sdoing and from word to word he came to apologize for shooting me. And I go like‘it’s fine’ but he wouldn’t hear of it. Eventually he placed his right handupon my shoulder where the scar was and damn that touch,” Natasha stopped for amoment to take a breath. “So, I just grabbed him out of nowhere and kissed himhard. He stiffened not knowing what to do. Almost like kissing a wood.”

“That’s what I’m saying!”Wanda exclaimed loudly waving her drink in the air spilling some of the liquid.“Vision was the same!”

“And I just hear this gaspingnearby,” Natasha continued. “I realize it’s Steve who was in shock, too. And Imove away from Bucky and look him straight in the eyes and say ‘you’re minenow’. And he goes ‘okay’ obediently. And yeah, that’s how I roll.” Natasha madea toast sign and finished her drink with a swoop.

“I think you scared the crapout of him,” you chuckled.

“And I think he’s still scaredto this day,” Wanda added giggling.

“Scared of what?” Natashaasked offended.

“Black Widow’s bite?” you uttered which made Wandalaugh alongside you.

“Excuse me?” Natasha wasn’tcharmed. “Contrary to whatever anyone says – I don’t bite,” she took a sip butrealized her glass was empty. “Waiter?”

“Yes, madam?” the boy askedpolitely.

“Can I get another of thisdelicious drink?” Natasha was finding it hard to speak straightforwardly.

“Be careful, if you don’t doit she might bite you,” you couldn’t hold yourself.

Wanda blew the liquid from hermouth in hard laughter which landed upon Natasha’s face. You slammed the tablegiggling while the poor waiter was observing the three of you uncharmed.

“Here you go, the drink yourequested!” you yelled at Natasha’s face barely holding your laughter.

Wanda chuckled so hard thatshe wobbled in her chair resulting with her body hitting the ground. Youcouldn’t hold it anymore, you thought you might piss yourself. The waiter boyjust stepped away hopeless.

“Wait, where are you going?”Natasha shouted after him. “I want my drink!”

Wanda on the ground squirmingin laughter. Natasha wobbling after the waiter demanding her drink. Yourbladder about to burst under the pressure of your giggles. That was your lastmemory of the girls’ night out before you all had too much to drink and woke upin a car driven by Bucky’s unamused facial expression.

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[maknaes-and-hyungs]

mìngyùn(命运)

Pairing: Yixing x Contestant Reader

Group: Exo/ Idol Producer

Genre:Fluff, Slow Burn, Perhaps angst in the future

Chapter: <<Prev 1 next>>

Note: OMG I’ve had this for like a month or two and I’m sorry it took me so long to get to it. The second week of May was finals and now I’m on break and I wanted to rest before writing again so that’s why I’ve been gone. However I’m back and really missed writing. So I decided to make this more then one part, because you wanted the falling in love to take time. I’m not great at slow burnish stuff, but I will do my best!~Rin

P.S. I forget how I format my post so I always have to open up my blog and look at my previous posts. I am hopeless.

Request: Hi👋🏻 Can you write me a Yixing x reader (kinda an AU) where Yixing hosts idol producer girl ver. and the reader is a contestant there and they fall in love? (You don’t have to rush the falling in Love part haha) It’d be awesome if you could write one xD Thanks in advance xx

“Shhhhh-” One look from your leader and you stopped mid swear. You were being recorded for the second season of Idol Producer after all. Of course everyone claimed it wasn’t lady like, but you would say fuck that bullshit.

“Please behave yourself Y/N. We are representing Yuehua after all and we wouldn’t want to besmirch the legacy that the boys gained us last season.” Eyes rolled, you followed after her and walked to the middle of the floor as the other trainees gazed on the eight of you. Whispers of wonderment drifted through the air, but you were only focused on finding a place to sit.

All of the groups had sat together, but you honestly weren’t too fond of your label mates or the idea that you had to be a team against all others;Here you became individuals all fighting for a spot meaning that label loyalty would do you nothing. So, as your “teammates” walked to the left and up the stairs you stood in place which prompted more sinister whispers to crop up.

“Y/N now isn’t the time to space out silly.” The maknae of your group turned to you with a sweet smile that hid the hatred you faced everyday in practice. The fakeness was sickening and so you gave an unamused look and turned to the right set of stairs. To prevent them from turning around and pretending that this was some game you all played you chose a single seat at the end of the row next to another company.

The other trainees looked back and forth between you guys until the other seven Yuehua trainees huffed and strutted up near the top. You smiled smugly and leaned back into your seat ready to be named as the mean girl of the season. Of course you would turn people on their heels when you started making friends with everyone.You might come off as prickly at first, but somehow making friends came easily to you.

“I’m Y/N.” You put your hand out to the girl beside you and she shook it apprehensively, “You’re Feng Mian right?”

“Uh...yeah how did you know?”

“I saw that cover you did of Pristin’s Wee Woo. You’re super talented plus you fit the meaning of your name and its a great meaning at that.”

“Oh? And what is that meaning?”

“’ Falling asleep in the woods as the breeze swishes through ‘. You really have a calming and peaceful look about you.” Feng Mian looked surprised before she covered her mouth and giggled at how you described her.

“I thought you were rude, but in fact you’re quite friendly. I look forward to hanging out and performing with you. I’m surprised your name isn’t shu.(Meaning “kind” or “warm hearted”)” It was your turn to laugh, but before you could reply the next group was coming out and you both decided to focus you attention back to the front.

Group after group filed in, bowed, and searched for a place to sit while the rest of you whispered about them. The already seated girls commented on the trainees they recognized due to their skills or the outfits that made themselves seem shabby in comparison. It went on like this into the early morning hours and by then most girls were just fighting to stay awake leaving the judging for the mentors who were to come. It was in a lull after the final trainee came out that the mentors finally revealed themselves.

Zhou Jieqiong, Cheng Xiao, Jackson, MC Jin and Li Ronghao all came out exclaiming their greetings into their mics and waking us up. Then the man we had all been anticipating came out, Zhang Yixing, and without any prompting we all became alert and greeted the people before us.

“I know you are all tired, but the show is about to really start now! I am the nation’s producer Zhang Yixing and these are the mentors that will help in fostering the talent in all of you. Before you fall asleep let’s get right into the performances with Yuehua Entertainment.”

Finally you could perform and get these nerves you had been feeling out of your system. The rest of your group had sat lower then you so they arrived on the floor before you. The judges assumed that what they saw was the entirety of Yuehua and began their spiel.

“Sorry, but I’m also in Yuehua.” You cut off Yixing and bowed apologetically as you joined your “team mates” in front. The mentors gave curious looks and turned around to search for the empty seats.

“Why were you off by yourself?” Yixing gave you a strong look that implied he wasn’t happy with this new information he had gained.

“Because I felt it would be better to get to know other trainees since I already know everything I can about my seven label mates.”

“Yes well there will be time for that later. Anyhow let’s see your performance.” Yixing didn’t seem satisfied with you, but you ignored him and got into position. You could feel an impending disaster with the performance that you had felt ever since the day it had been thought up. As the only rapper of the eight of you, you had been given a lot more to do and you weren’t sure you could do it. Your label mates had no desire to support you and cover for the areas you lacked in. You weren’t going to let that get to you though and you set out to do the best you could despite this.

One song later you all were slightly out of breath and slick with sweat. Some had tears in their eyes due to little slip ups they had here and there. You stood up from your crouched position and moved back to your spot at the end of the line and awaited the harsh comments.

“Y/N-”You bowed and stepped forward to hear what Jackson had to say, “you are the only rapper here and I feel disappointed in you a bit. Your skills weren’t lacking, but it seems that you tried to take over the stage since you are the only one with your skill set.”

“I apologize if that was how it seemed. However, I didn’t have a hand in planning out this routine as I was hospitalized. I do know that this doesn’t excuse me though, since I should’ve put in my two sense when I could and I maybe should’ve tried to train on of my fellow label mates so they could rap some of my parts if restructuring was not possible.” I bowed my head before continuing, “This is my fault and I take full responsibility.”

“Yet that isn’t enough.” I stood up from my bow surprised to see Yixing with an annoyed look on his face. “You are a team and yet you sit by yourself and won’t rely on them for anything so they can’t rely on you. I am disappointed in your team work.”

“I won’t make excuses for myself, but that isn’t fair because you have things backwards. They have never let me in and have shunned all my efforts to help them so I can’t rely on them as you have said. I don’t believe I did anything to warrant the treatment I have gotten, but maybe I have and-”

“I’ve heard enough.” Yixing waved a hand at you and the other judges looked at him in slight disapproval. “We will now discuss ranking.”

You waited in silence with anger beneath your skin that only grew as rankings were announced. Your label mates all got a’s and b’s while you got an f. You felt this unfair as the rest of the mentors seemed shocked at Yixing’s announcement like they had all felt differently.

“Y/N you let us down and I hope you change in the future. Next up-”

“I can’t change and improve if an unfair bias is set upon me from the start.” Yixing stopped mid sentence and looked at you in shock,”However, I won’t let that or your unfounded malice stop me. Thank you for your work.” You bowed and walked back to your seat leaving everyone stunned.

This was going to be a rougher ride then you had thought. Yixing was after you for no reason from the start and you had been put at the bottom. You would fight though and make it to where you were meant to be.

Disclaimer: I love my bias, my boi, my sheep, yixing with my heart. I swear he wont be like this always but ummm I need a villain so it has to be him.~rin

[punkpoemprose]

How about #2 Stucky?

Thanks for the prompt nonny! I never get Stucky requests. I was really pumped to write this one.

Dialogue Prompt 2: “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

Steve and Bucky- Post Civil WarCanonverse (with some slight ret-con/ twisting to make myself happy)Rating T (Teen and Up) slight violence/ PTSDHurt/ ComfortLength: 920 Words

           Steve wasused to Bucky being restless in his sleep. They still both had nightmaresdespite the fact that they were finally able to curl together each night likethey had before the war. The contact of skin on skin, the familiar smell ofcigarettes and soap, and making their apartment in the Avengers compound lookas close as possible to the one they had shared in Brooklyn had brought Stevesome peace at night. It wasn’t always enough for Bucky though.

           No amountof vintage wallpaper and décor was enough to stave off his nightmares.Sometimes Steve wondered if he would have been more comfortable sleeping alone.After all, whenever Bucky had one of his episodes he would spend the rest ofthe night on the couch, afraid of hurting Steve in his panic despite the factthat there was very little he could do in the controlled environment of theirhome to hurt him.

           “ShhhhhBuck,” Steve hushed.

           He brushedback his friend’s hair from his sweat covered forehead. It felt odd to be onthe giving rather than receiving end, remembering all the times Buck had donethe same when he was small and sick.

           Bucky’seyes opened, but he wasn’t awake, not yet. Steve knew that the wild look in hiseyes meant that he wasn’t seeing him, but instead whatever horror his mind wasforcing him to replay. Lately it had been the murder of Howard and Maria Stark,no amount of reminders that it was The Winter Soldier that had killed them, notJames Buchanan Barnes, was enough to keep Bucky from screaming out in terroreach night at what his hands had done.

           Steve didn’tthink that this particular nightmare was associated with that particular eventthough. Normally Bucky reacted differently to that one, whispering “no”repeatedly and tossing. Now he was staring in horror at the ceiling, mouthmoving like he was screaming in pain, but no sound coming out. Steve didn’t interferewhen Bucky had nightmares, trying to wake him usually only made things worse.When Bucky’s flesh hand went to his other arm, however Steve was forced tointervene.

           Bucky hadmoved so quickly and with such force that Steve, despite his own enhancedreflexes, had been nearly unable to catch him. He knew what he was doing. Thiswasn’t the first or last time he had seen his best friend try to tear his ownarm off in a nightmare.

           Since hehad come up from the ice, things finally being smoothed over with Tony,politics, and the rest of their team, Bucky had had his arm replaced with a prosthesisof Banner’s invention. It was perfect when Bucky was awake, wired into him likethe other had been, but this one far more painless, where technology gave himthe sensation of touch and the appearance of actual flesh. The only unfortunateissue with it being that when Bucky attacked himself in the night, he ran therisk of actually bleeding out from its forceful removal.

           He pulledhis partner’s hand away, protecting him from himself, which only caused him tostruggle more. Steve threw himself atop Bucky’s body, pressing him into themattress to keep him from hurting them both.

           “Hey, hey,calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore,” he said as Bucky struggled under hisweight, “I’ve got you.”

           The fogstarted to lift slightly from his eyes and Steve could see recognition come inand out. It was always like that at first. When Bucky heard his voice in anightmare, he heard Stevie the asthmatic who he had to touch gently and protect.It took him a while to reconcile those memories with the man above him who waslarger than him and had the raw strength to lift a car by himself.

           “Stevie?”he asked, but before Steve could answer, he struggled against his touch, “They’recutting me up. Run Stevie!”

           “Buck, noone is hurting you now. Breathe, okay. Shhhhhh, it’s me.”

           His strugglinglessened and Steve was able to release his arms, moving off him enough to beable to sit atop him rather than weigh him down completely. He pushed his hairback again cautiously, then let his hand lower to the other man’s chest.

           “See, justme,” he said, brushing his fingers across his skin gingerly, lovingly as Bucky’sfocus came back to his face instead of some far-off place.

           “The war isover Buck. We’re in our room. In our bed. No one’s gonna hurt you here.”

           Bucky’seyes closed for a moment, his hands reaching out for Steve, pulling him backonto his heaving chest. Steve didn’t fight it. He knew that his Bucky wascoming back and that was all he needed.

           “SorrySteve, nightmare,” he said after a few minutes.

           “It’s okay Buck. You alright? Youwent for your arm again.”

           The other man sighed but tightenedhis hold on him, “Yeah, thanks for stopping me. Probably shouldn’t take thecouch huh?”

           “Nah, stay here, okay?” Steve said,snuggling back at Bucky’s side when his grip finally loosened. He pressed akiss to his forehead before continuing, “Don’t want you alone, just so you knowyou’re safe.”

           Bucky frowned slightly, his eyesstill closed, “A little Punk like you is gonna keep a big guy like me safe,huh?”

           “You need it Jerk.”

           They both smiled at that, ready toput the nightmares and fear behind them and get back to sleeping in each other’sarms.