#I just. Uhm. Haven’t/Won’t finish them

[eat-applez]

I have SO MANY unfinished animations just. Sitting. Rotting. In my FlipaClip library and I have done little to fix my problem with abandoning projects

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Hii! If it’s okay, totally okay if not!

Can I please request a TFAWS!Bucky x fem!reader where she is his next door neighbor and they first meet when she’s moving into the apartment complex, and struggling to carry in all of her stuff. Bucky, ever the sweet gentleman he is, offers to help her move in and carries her stuff.🥹 And they spend a lot of time together in her apartment that day getting to know each other. After that they’re best friends (who obviously have a growing love for each other) and often spend time with each other in both his apartment and her apartment. Bucky even starts taking her to his lunches with Yori (who definitely catches on and points out the feeling between the two of them hehe) and eventually introduces her to Sam (who also can see the pair love each other). Many situations bring the two of them closer together, like one day when Bucky saves her from a group of men who followed her home from work, and also another time when Y/n (who now has an extra key to Bucky’s apartment, and he has one to hers) hears Bucky having a nightmare and she goes into his apartment, crawls into his arms, and lays down with him on the floor of his apartment to calm him down🥺 Anyways, they’re both idiots in love and finally confess their love each other after so long of being just “best friends”🥺

Hi! Thank you for the sweet request. This is an amazing, cute, adorable and just lovely request. The way both of them find their way to one another and it just so cute. The end isn’t the best I guess but yeah. I’m sorry it took me so long to write it but I finally finished it! I hope you like and enjoy it.

More than everything | B.B

Your new neighbour helps you to move in but soon he is way more than just your neighbour. Your best friend, the one you can talk about everything, he knows every secret, except one.

Pairing -> Neighbour!BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Neighbour!BestFriend!Fem!Reader

Wordcount -> 7.371 Words

Warnings -> fluff, lots of fluff, idiots in love, some weird guys, nightmares, love confession

Authors Note -> I want to thank @thevillainswhore for proofreading! Thank you so much, my love! I love you!❤️ All and every mistakes are my own.

Events -> Seasonal Delights Bingo: Types of love | G4 | being calmed down by a familiar person's presence | @seasonaldelightsbingo | Fandom Free Bingo: Book Night Edition | B4 | Baby Just Say Yes | @fandom-free-bingo | Fandom Free Bingo: Frosty Edition | G2 | Wiping away tears | @fandom-free-bingo | Build-A-Bucky Bingo | June | Meddling Best Friend | @buckybarnesevents

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Sweat runs down your face as you lift one of the heavy boxes out of your car. You haven’t even started to move your stuff into your new apartment, yet you feel like you’ve carried an elephant around. The sun is shining a lot today, heating the air and there’s not much of a cool breeze that could help you to cool down.

With a groan, your fingers clutch onto the box tighter. You feel the slow movement of it slipping from your grasp, so you try to squeeze it so it won’t fall down. You’re not sure what’s in the box, but it’s heavy and you can’t have all of your stuff laying around in the ground in front of your apartment.

“Need help?” A rough voice startles you. Spinning on your heel, you turn to face the person who stands there and your mouth drops open while your eyes widen.

The man who stands there with a soft smile tugging at his beautiful plump lips has short brown hair and wears a hoodie and gloves. You secretly wonder if it’s not too warm underneath all those layers of fabric. He reaches out to place his big hands underneath the box you carry and lifts it up like it weighs nothing. You notice the muscles working underneath his hoodie when he holds the carton.

“H-Hi! U-uhm, I would love to accept the offer but I don’t want to interrupt you from whatever you were doing,” you mumble, face palming yourself when the words leave your lips. He wouldn’t offer you his help if he was busy. Instead of judging you he just chuckles, his ocean blue eyes sparkle and his nose scrunches ever so slightly.

“Of course, doll! I’m Bucky, and you?” He asks, looking straight into your eyes and causing your knees to buckle. Bucky’s laugh, his voice — he is just so perfect. You’re not sure if he is just an imagination in your mind or if you’re hallucinating because of the heat and limited drinking.

Clearing his throat, Bucky pulls you out of your thoughts and gets your attention back. “I- I’m y/n. Nice to meet you, Bucky,” you say, smirking softly with heat creeping up your cheeks. You reach into your car once again to get another box out to carry.

“You can place it on top of this one, put two on top,” he says with a grin at you. You narrow your eyes, placing another box on the one he has already in his arms before reaching in to grab another carton.

“It’s heavy to carry that much, Bucky,” you chuckle, but place the third box into his arms as well. With a grunt, he almost falls forward, scaring you before standing straight again. He starts laughing softly, winking at you as you grab a box for yourself to carry into your apartment.

“I once lifted a whole engine for a friend, so your boxes aren’t that heavy compared to a ship engine,” Bucky says. You shake your head, smirking before making your way to the front door and into the apartment complex. “Which floor?”

“Second.” Bucky nods, grinning. As you walk up the stairs and along the floor the two of you walk closer and closer to his apartment, and his smirk grows with every step closer to your apartment.

While you think you embrassed yourself in front of this handsome and sweet man with your stutter and dropped jaw earlier, he only thinks it makes you adorable. There wasn’t someone in a while who looked at him with such softness in their expression — someone who doesn’t seem to know who he was, who gives him the chance to get to know him as the person he is now.

“Oh!” Bucky says when you stop in front of your door to fish the keys out of your pocket. You turn around, tilting your head as he chuckles. “Hi, next door neighbor.”

You giggle. For a moment you’re sure he is making a joke, but he just nods toward the door next to yours and grins even wider. Your eyes widen as you look to the door, then back to him.

“I don’t want to interrupt that sweet little moment where you stare at me and my apartment door because you find out that I live next to you…. But these boxes are going to be too heavy for me to carry soon,” Bucky says and nods at the boxes he is still holding in his arms. You gasp, taking the keys and unlocking the door with an apologetic smile. “It was a joke, I don’t mind carrying those boxes for you all day.”

You roll your eyes playfully, letting Bucky walk into your apartment and follow behind. “You’re the best, thank you so much!” You say as you both place the boxes on the floor.

“Don’t thank me yet, we have a lot more to carry,” Bucky tells you, walking a step closer to you and placing his big hands on the small of your back, pushing you toward the door. Instead of flinching of his sudden touch, you giggle softly, liking the warmth of his soft touch.

The two of you carry all your stuff into your apartment and while Bucky looks like he hasn’t done anything all day, you feel your aching muscles. You sigh deeply when you finally are able to let yourself fall down on the couch.

“How can you still look so— so handsome, so good like you haven’t carried so many boxes and all,” you ask, eyes roaming over his tall body while he stands in front of you. Bucky chuckles, leaning back against the wall behind him. His tongue pokes out, gliding over his lips to wet them and cause them to glisten.

“How about I get some food for the two of us, there is that nice restaurant just a block away,” he suggests and you nod immediately. He pushes himself off the wall, turning around to make his way out of the apartment.

“Wait!” You shout, causing him to stop in his tracks and turn back to you. “Uhm- let me find my wallet.”

Bucky laughs, shaking his head and walking further to the door. “You don’t have to pay me for dinner, and also not for helping you to carry those boxes, so no ‘buts’ here.”

With a sigh, you chuckle and Bucky makes his way to get the food. He already likes you a lot, you’re a sweet and nice person, no judging. He’s sure you wonder why he wears a hoodie and gloves even though it’s hot, but he also appreciates that you haven’t asked him about it, so he doesn’t have to lie to you .

— —

After Bucky came back with the food the two of you sat there in your new apartment, talked and ate. The conversation flowed between the two of you and you feel like you’ve  known Bucky for so long already. He is a sweet and gentle man, taking care of you and making you laugh. Plus his voice and laugh is the most beautiful thing you have ever heard, you could listen to him all day and you would never be tired of it nor him.

The connection between you and Bucky gets stronger with every day. The two of you spend a lot of days in your or his apartment and he becomes your best friend. You know you can trust him, you can tell him everything and he knows it as well.

One night a few weeks ago, Bucky came over in just a t-shirt, asking you if he is allowed to sleep on your couch because he can’t stand the quietness in his apartment. You offered him to sleep in bed with you, knowing that he would never touch you unless you allow him to do so but he shook his head.

“I-I would just love to sleep on the couch, you know,” Bucky mumbled, scratching the back of his head while he looked at you with sleepy eyes. He looked tired, not just because he fell out of his bed, but also because he was suffering from nightmares again.

Your scent is always calming to him. It was his first thought as he was sitting on his makeshift bed for the night, sweat running down his body. Bucky would love to say yes to sleeping in a bed with you, but he knew that his nightmares can cause him to punch something next to him and he didn’t want to risk hurting you.

“Are you okay, Buck? Do you need anything, I can make you tea,” you offered, bushing your fingers softly over his stubble. But again, he smiled softly and shook his head. Your touch was so soft, so loving and he got lost for a moment until you nodded and placed a pillow and a blanket on the couch.

“You know… we can also build a blanket fort,” you suggested with a grin, but Bucky just chuckled and patted  the space next to him.

You sat down, turning to look at your best friend. He smiled, his fingers fidgeting in his lap as you place yours on his and hold his big hands in your smaller ones.

“We don’t have to, if it makes you uncomfortable,” you said, smiling as softly as possible while you stroked your thumb over the back of his hand.

“I-I would love to… but…” Bucky stuttered, his eyes were roaming over your face, trying to find anything that told him that you judge him. However, he could only find nothing but pure love, affection and understanding.

“I just… you remember what I told you about my arm and my past?” You nodded, narrowing your eyes. Bucky inhaled deeply, bringing one of your hands to his metal arm, letting you touch it. He always let you do it, since the day you told him that this arm is a part of him, it makes him special. But you also told him that his arm doesn’t tell who he is because even though he was the winter soldier and had a metal arm there too — it was a different one plus he was under the control of people who used him. But it wasn’t him.

With that he allowed you to touch his arm, it was even claiming for him because you weren’t afraid of him. You accepted and loved him, with the metal arm, with his story. It makes him feel like home.

“I dream about it, almost every night. But when I fell asleep the last time here, I didn't have nightmares. But-but I sometimes punch something so I don’t want to hurt you,” Bucky confessed. You couldn’t help the small quirk of your lips — he felt so comfortable that he doesn’t even have nightmares. But you also couldn’t help the glisten of your eyes; it was awful to know that those dreams made him struggle.

“I’m sorry to hear that. You can always sleep here if you want. And just for you to know… I can take care of myself so if you ever want to cuddle, just tell me, I’m sure I can take care of you and also that you won't hurt me,” you assured him, leaning closer to press a soft kiss on his cheek, causing him to blush softly. He nodded with a thankful smile, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing the back of it with a grin on his beautiful lips.

“Thank you, doll. Now go to sleep, I’m sure you’re tired. I don’t want to keep you awake just because I can’t sleep,” he smirked, letting go of you to let you go back to bed, but you stayed where you were and just let your eyes roam over his handsome face a while longer.

“You sure? I don’t mind staying up with you a while longer if it helps you,” you said but he nodded, assuring you that he is fine. “You can turn on the television if you need some background noises.”

With that, you got up and walked back into your bedroom. Bucky smiled softly, leaning back before getting comfortable and turning on the television. Your scent surrounded him and he fell asleep pretty quick, relishing the first good sleep he’d had in weeks.

That was a few weeks ago and even though Bucky loves sleeping at your apartment, sometimes he is out late and doesn’t want to wake you. Plus he wants to give you some privacy. You’re not dating anyone, but as much as he loves your company, he doesn’t want to scare you away.

With time, you become his everything. You’re the one who holds him when he thinks he falls — you’re the one, his one. And even though his feelings get stronger, he hasn’t told you yet. He’s too scared — maybe you don’t feel the same and he will destroy the friendship you both developed so perfectly.

Bucky knocks at your door. He is on his way to his dinner with Yori but he has to see you. He told the older man a lot about you, but he hasn’t introduced the two of you yet.

In one of Bucky’s hoodies — the one you picked out of his wardrobe when the two of you made a mess in the kitchen — you walk to the door and open it. Your face immediately lights up as you see your best friend, who's smiling softly at you.

“Doll! I’m just on my way to dinner with Yori, wanting to check after you—,”  his voice trails off, looking you up and down. His blue eyes light up as he notices the hoodie you’re wearing, and his nose scrunches with the slight curl of his lips. “Looking good in my clothes, sweetheart.”

You giggle, ducking your head to try and hide the warmth that coats your cheeks. You play with your fingers in front of you, then you look up to meet his intense blue eyes. They look so soft and there is nothing but love and affection in them when he looks at you.

“I’m fine, thank you, Buck. Just came home from work, going to make myself some dinner and then watch a movie, probably,” you say. Bucky narrows his eyes, tilting his head slightly and he looks just adorable like that. “Don’t worry, not gonna watch our series without you! Hope you enjoy dinner with Yori, tell him ‘Hey’ from me.”

Bucky nods, he doesn’t want to move, he would prefer to stare at you a while longer — maybe just forever. He knows the two of you are meeting the next day for your movie night, but he wants to be around you all the time. He inhales deeply, looking toward the kitchen — there is no smell of food, yet.

“W-would you like to join us?” Bucky stumbles over his words. “He would love to meet you, and I would love to have you around. But only if you want to of course!” He hopes that you agree and go out with him — even though it’s not a date, but for him it’s pretty close to one.

Your smile widens as you nod. “Sure! But I have to change clothes, pretty fast— at least my pants.” With that you’re walking into your bedroom to change. Your heart races and the butterflies in your stomach go wild — it’s just a dinner with Bucky and a friend of his. But at the same time it's dinner with Bucky, who is going to introduce you to one of his friends.

Within a few minutes, you made yourself ready for dinner and walked back to Bucky, who was waiting patiently waiting for you with a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“We should put some of my hoodies into your wardrobe so you can always wear them,” he mumbles, his eyes roaming up and down your body and taking every inch in. You look stunning — like always.

You don’t have to wear a dress. Bucky loves you in everything, sweethearts and t-shirts or pants and hoodie. For him you’re always stunning. He can’t take his eyes off you, when he sleeps at yours and you get up in the morning — hair messy and you’re all sleepy. You look like the cutest thing he has ever seen.

“Lets goooo!” You giggle, taking your phone and keys and walking out of your apartment. Bucky closes the door behind you, walking next to you along the floor and out of the building.

Bucky has told you a lot about Yori already, they go out for dinner once or twice a week. Always the same bar and always the same food and drinks but Bucky loves the company of the older man. Even if he has been asking him about you pretty often recently. But Bucky doesn’t mind, he can’t seem to stop talking about how beautiful and sweet you are anyway.

The two of you walk along the street, it’s just a short stroll. He asks you about your day, if you had something nice you could tell him, or if someone upset you during work. Your best friend listens to you the whole time, nodding or chuckling with you.

He always asks you about your day, making sure you had something that made you happy and to get rid of the things that upset you. And even if it ends up with him tickling you until you laugh to have something good to say about the day. As much as Bucky loves to hear and see that someone about the day makes you happy, he loves it more when it’s him who causes your happiness.

Bucky opens the door to the bar. His palms are sweaty and he inhales deeply before following you inside, pointing to the bar where an older man sits. He is obviously waiting for someone while talking to the waitress.

“There is Yori,” Bucky says, his voice sounding slightly broken and when you look at him you notice him shifting from one foot to the other. He smirks at you but it doesn’t reach his eyes — you know that expression.

Bucky often looks like that when people are around and he becomes nervous. Or when someone stares at him with a judgemental gaze, mostly when he is overwhelmed.

You stop in your tracks, turning toward him completely so you block his way toward the bar and take both of his hands in yours. “Buck?”

He hums, letting you know that he’s listening. His ocean blue eyes roam over your face, another attempt of a smile on his pretty lips but once again you notice that it’s not letting his eyes light up like his smile usually does.

“Can you breathe with me? Slowly to calm you down. I’ll hold your hands to help you— feel it?” You ask him, inhaling deeply together with him before slowly exhaling. Bucky nods to answer your question, his thumbs running over the back of your hands. He draws small circles, something that always helps him calm down, feeling your soft flesh underneath his rough fingers.

“S-sorry… just- I’m just a bit nervous. You’re my best friend and I told him so much about you already but he always looked at me with a smirk- that looks like he knows more about our relationship than I do.” Bucky smiles at you, removing one of his hands to wipe a strand of hair behind your ear, chuckling softly. “A-And I just can’t take my eyes off of you, doll. You look so pretty.”

“Thank you,” you giggle, holding Bucky’s hand tighter before you slowly walk to the bar where his friend is already sitting. The older man turns around, his eyes widen a bit, just like the grin on his face, as he notices the two of you. Bucky shifts, offering you the place next to the other man before he takes a seat next to you.

“You look just as pretty as Bucky always described you,” Yori says, causing your best friend to choke on his spit. His cheeks heat up and he scratches the back of his neck as you look at him.

“Told you… told you that I talked a lot about you,” Bucky confesses once again. The woman behind the bar walks toward you, a soft smile appearing on his lips. She silently asks the two men if they want to have the same as always. Both of them nod, Bucky doesn't even look at her, his eyes remain on you.

Then the woman turns to you, offering you a card but you shake your head. “The same as whatever Bucky likes, please.” Whatever it is he always orders, you know you will love it. The two of you have almost the same taste in everything and you know what Bucky loves to eat, so you know that he would never eat something that you wouldn’t like either.

The woman smiles nicely before she turns around and leaves the three of you alone. Yori grins at Bucky, wiggling his eyebrows and you have to admit that’s the funniest and cutest thing a older man like Yori could have done. You chuckle, turning to face Bucky, who could win an award against a tomato.

You place your hand on Bucky’s thigh, running your fingers softly over the firm muscle. “Bucky, do you need some fresh air?” You ask, slightly worried that his skin color could be because it’s too hot or the air too thick for him to breathe right now.

Bucky shakes his head. He places his hand on yours and caresses the back of it with his thumb while he looks into your eyes for a moment. “I’m fine, just- just nervous, you know?”

You nod, then you turn back to Yori, who watches the two of you intensely. His eyes are roaming down to Bucky’s thigh where both of your hands are. “So how long are the two of you dating?”

“We aren’t dating. We’re best friends,” you say, narrowing your eyes at the question. Yori’s smile never fades, his eyes glistening. He doesn’t believe the two of you — or maybe he does but then you both are idiots.

“You should ask her out, James,” the older man says and nods toward Bucky. Your best friend's eyes widen but he smiles softly, shaking his head.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to, but you’re just best friends. You’re everything for him, even though he is more than just in love with you, he is scared to ruin everything. Bucky would do everything for you, but he is still stuck in his past, he is over 100 years old — still looking like a mid 30 year old — but that doesn’t change that he is a broken mess.

“She deserves better than the broken man I am,” Bucky says with a soft laugh. He tries to cover the truth, the pain behind his words but you can see through it.

You would like to smack him for his statement. He may be broken and a mess, but he is still the most loving and sweetest gentleman you have ever met. He never judges you, no matter what it is you have his back, you have his love, you have Bucky. You would actually tell Bucky that you don’t want anyone but him but this would lead into a conversation with more confession — something you don’t want to have during a dinner with one of Bucky’s friends in public.

The night goes well, the three of you are laughing a lot. Yori points out often that the two of you have more than just a friendship, that you both have feelings for one another but you and Bucky play it off. You like Yori a lot, you understand why Bucky likes the older man, why he always eats lunch or dinner with him. After saying your goodbyes to Yori, Bucky and you walk back to your apartment complex. Bucky brings you to your apartment, kissing your cheek softly before he makes his way to his own apartment. Your night is filled with a lot of dreams with Bucky and even Bucky himself has a night — without nightmares — but filled with fluffy thoughts of you and him.

You spend almost your whole free time with your best friend, mostly watching movies or just talking about his or your day. You know everything about his missions with Sam and Bucky suggested that he could take you with him to meet Sam. But this plan changes when Bucky knocks at your door after another mission, his smile as bright as always and behind him another man.

You know that Bucky would come home today, you already made dinner for the two of you but you didn’t know he would bring a friend of his. “Hi, doll! I-I uhm… that’s Sam! He asked to sleep here before he flies to his family tomorrow.”

“Bucky!” You say excitedly as you pull him into a much needed hug. You look over his shoulder to see his friend smirking at the two of you. “Hi, Sam. Come in, Bucky has to give me at least five minutes of cuddles before I let go of him again!”

Both of the men laugh and Sam nods before he walks into your apartment. You let Bucky pick you up, you mean that you get at least five minutes of cuddles from Bucky, and he knows that you can be such a grumpy little thing if you don’t get them. He leads Sam into the kitchen, offering him a drink while he refuses to let you down.

“Does he cling to you like that all the time?” Sam asks jokingly. You turn your head to look at him, chuckling softly.

“Why? Isn’t he such a sweet teddy bear around you?” You ask and poke your fingers into Bucky’s cheeks, squeezing his cheeks softly. “He’s my favourite teddy bear!”

“The cyborg being a teddy?” Sam asks, earning a glare from your best friend. “He’s more like a cold, staring machine.”

Bucky growls into your neck, hiding his face while he inhales your scent deeply. He was away for two days but he missed you so much that he can’t let you down just yet. He doesn’t care that he’s carried you around for ten minutes already, he could do it all day and would never be tired of it.

“I made pizza, your favourite one,” you say and run your fingers through Bucky’s hair, making him sigh into your neck. “Sam, do you like cyborg pizza?”

Sam laughs while Bucky growls once again, but it turns into a chuckle almost immediately. You’re just so cute, he can’t help himself, he can’t stop himself smiling  and chuckling whenever you’re around.

“But I get to keep you on my lap,” he mumbles, letting you down for a moment to place the pizza on the table. Sam watches the two of you, smirking at Bucky. He has never seen his friend so soft and not grumpy around someone. But he likes this version of Bucky, the cute, sweet one, that looks so happy. It's like there is nothing that could make Bucky’s mood bad when you’re around, he smiles all the time, even his eyes are bright and shine in the most beautiful blue.

“I do like every pizza,” Sam nods, arranging the plates you placed in his hands on the table. He puts two of them on one side and one where he sits. Bucky grins at him, placing the pizza on the table before he picks you up and lets you sit on his lap.

Your best friend's arm is wrapped around your waist the whole time, you’re deep in talks with both of the men, getting to know Sam but also some secret and funny things about Bucky.

“And once… it was our first meeting, he landed on top of our car and he smashed the front glass and ripped out the steering wheel.,” Sam says before chewing further on the pizza. Bucky hides his face in the crook of your neck, chuckling softly.

“It wasn’t actually me. It was during the time of the winter soldier,” he mumbles. You run your fingers through his hair, calming him. You know that Bucky isn’t ashamed to talk to you about his past but you also know that he is still slightly tense when it comes to it. And your touch, your closeness and softness, is always calming for him.

“My sister and I are almost done with the boat, maybe Bucky wants to bring you to our little party then?” Sam asks, eying Bucky. “My little nephews and my sister would love you! They already love Bucky, and you’re way nicer than the cyborg.”

“Ey!” Bucky grumbles, gripping you tighter and pulling you more against him. You giggle, shoving a slice of pizza into his mouth. Bucky would love to bring you with him to the party, Sam is a good friend of his, and you’re his best friend, his everything. And even though the two of you aren’t dating, he doesn’t like the way Sam talks about you — that you’re nicer and probably sweeter and more beautiful. He isn’t wrong but Bucky doesn’t like to hear someone else saying such things about his babydoll.

“I would love to meet them, if Bucky wants to invite me,” you giggle. Bucky nods, smirking at you with a mouthful of pizza. He chews on it happily, holding you firmly pressed against his broad chest.

“Would love to,” Bucky smirks, swallowing the pizza before he opens his mouth to let you shove the next slice between his lips. You laugh softly, grasping another and shoving it into his mouth as well.

“So, Bucky said you’re not dating one another?” Sam asks, eyeing the two of you. A smug grin on his face, his eyebrows twitching in amusement. You shake your head, running your fingers through Bucky’s soft brown locks.

“No, he’s my best friend! Why does everyone think that?” You tilt your head softly, causing Bucky to almost choke on his pizza. You’re just so adorable and he can’t help himself but with a mouthful of pizza he can’t chuckle or laugh. “Buck! Don’t choke on your pizza! You need to chew before you swallow!”

Sam makes a lot more jokes about Bucky but in return Bucky embarrasses Sam just as much. The evening is filled with a lot of laughter and jokes. Bucky decides to sleep in your apartment on the couch, while Sam gets Bucky’s apartment — on the condition that he has to promise not to sneak around.

The man was more than just curious what Bucky was hiding in his apartment. Maybe a wedding ring already or maybe some really kinky sex toys? But to not destroy their trust and friendship he promises not to sneak around and he surprisingly managed to not do it.

You spend the weekend with Bucky, he asks you out for some ice cream and invites you also to another dinner with Yori. In the evenings you’re wrapped with Bucky into a blanket, snuggled up on the couch while you watch every kind of movie you can find or play some board games.

On Monday, you had to work again. Bucky told you he would make dinner and you can just come over after work. You know he is making your favourite food, he always does when he cooks for you.

You’re currently walking home from work, a few men following you, nothing too exciting because it’s a public street. But no matter where you walk, they follow you, their voices grow louder and you try to speed up. You can’t walk home, you can’t let them know where you live but they come so close.

“Girl, wait!” One of them shoots and laughs. You hear your blood rushing through your veins. The footsteps of the men behind you coming closer with every step and you feel the panic grow. You try to breathe slowly, try to calm yourself down but it doesn’t work. At least not as long as those guys walk behind you.

“I said wait, whore!” The man growls this time, his pace faster than before and he almost reaches you already. His hand is already reaching out and touching your shoulder. You prepare yourself to be thrown around, to be thrown against a wall or on the ground but it doesn’t come.

You walk further, slowing down the moment you feel a cold arm around your waist. The voices are quieter, almost silent. You inhale deeply, noticing Bucky’s scent and only now you dare to open your eyes further to look at your best friend, who presses you into his side. “Hi, babydoll.”

His voice is soft and shushing, you immediately relax in his warm embrace. Your eyes are locked with his — you’re happy he is there, that he helped you with those weird men who followed you.

“Hey! What are you doing here, Bucky?” You ask, leaning your head against his shoulder while he leads you through the street and toward your home.

“I had to go shopping, your favourite snacks were empty and I didn’t want my best girl to eat something she doesn’t like as much,” he chuckles and kisses your forehead softly. His lips are always so soft and warm, you could get lost in the feeling of them against your warm skin.

“You’re the best,” you giggle. Bucky nods proudly. He opens the door for you, leading you into the hallway before you make your way up to his apartment. Bucky prepared dinner already, he just wanted to get your favourite snacks before you were home, and saving his best girl from some weirdos wasn’t a plan, but he did it anyway.

“I know. Now, get yourself a seat, it’s your turn to decide on a movie first and dinner will be on the plates in just a moment,” Bucky says before he kisses your forehead once again. You take a seat on his couch, making it already comfortable and look for a movie. You can smell the food already, your tummy rumbling and you are already excited to get a taste of this delicious food your best friend made.

You almost confessed your love to him after the dinner, the food was so good and Bucky was so close, his lips so plump and soft you wanted to kiss him so bad. But you couldn’t just kiss your best friend, not before you told him about your feelings, not before you knew about his feelings.

You excused yourself and rushed into the bathroom, you needed a moment to breathe, he was just so soft and warm. Your feelings for your best friend went crazy and cuddling with him didn’t do a good job at calming all your running thoughts.

Even though his lips were really tempting, you didn’t kiss him, his presence made you all dizzy and comfortable — just like always — but you two watched the movie and threw popcorn at one another.

A few hours later you went to your apartment and into your bed. That’s where you are now, your eyes closed but you’re still awake, you can’t stop the thoughts in your mind. Bucky is so present in your thoughts, you tried to hide your love — your feelings — for him but the closer you come to him the harder it gets.

You’re so in love with Bucky, just like he is in love with you. You even have the key to Bucky’s apartment, just like he has yours. So when you suddenly hear a loud cracking noise and a wrecked scream you immediately sit up in your bed.

You know that sound too well, Bucky never screamed that loud but you know the way his voice sounds — it’s him. And your heart clenches as you realize that he has a nightmare, again. He told you once that the only way he doesn’t have one is being close to you. You offered him that he could sleep in your apartment even in your bed with you, but he just smiled. He doesn’t want to be a burden, doesn’t want to take away the little privacy you have. Even though you would rather spend your nights with him next to you, you accepted his decision.

You get out of your bed, wearing one of Bucky’s t-shirts — you stole it — and get the keys to Bucky’s apartment before you run out of yours and open the door to his. You already notice the silhouette  of Bucky in the corner of the living room.

He always sits in a corner after a nightmare, his legs close to his chest and his arms wrapped around himself. The wall behind him doesn’t let anyone attack him from behind and from the spot he is sitting at he can see every entrance.

You slowly walk toward him, turning on just a small light to not scare him even more. “Bucky? Hey, it’s me. Can you hear me?” You ask and get on your knees. A bit of distance between the two of you.

Bucky’s blue eyes are widened and sweat is running down his forehead. He nods slightly, staring at you. His eyes drift through the room every now and then, making sure no one he doesn’t want to have in his apartment comes into it.

“Can I come closer?” He nods again, allowing you to get closer to him. Bucky whimpers, tears stream down his cheeks and you feel your heart clenching at this sight. “I got you, Buck. I’m here, you’re safe.”

You crawl closer to him, your hands reaching out to pull him toward you. Bucky’s head falls against your chest, his hands clawing around your back and he breaks down completely. You run your fingers up and down his muscular back, calming him down.

Bucky holds on to you like you would disappear if he dared to loosen his grip just a tiny bit. “Bucky… we are safe here. You’re safe. We are at home, it’s just you and me here. No one is going to hurt you. I will protect you, I love you so much.”

You don’t even notice that you just confessed your love to him, of course you told him you love him but not like that. The seriousness, the love which is visible in your eyes and for the first time since the two of you know one another Bucky looks at you with a shocked but relieved expression on his face. His eyes still widened from the nightmare but your confession gave him hope — hope that someone as precious and sweet as you could really love someone as broken and messed up like him.

He doesn’t say anything, his face is buried back in your chest after you meet his gaze for a few seconds. He wants to believe that you love him, he really wants but something inside of him tells him that he doesn’t deserve your love.

“I don’t deserve your love…I-i…” Bucky stumbles, he whimpers and pulls you even closer toward him. “I-I want you to love me… b-but I don’t deserve your love…”

“Bucky!” You say, gasping at his words. How can someone as sweet and lovely like him not believe to be able to be loved more than everything, that he deserves so much love? “Hey! Listen to me. You deserve so much love! You deserve all the love in the world. You even deserve the world, Bucky. And I don’t care how broken or messed up you are, I love you!”

Bucky looks up at you once again, his fingers digging into your back. He shakes his head, he wants you to love him, so bad, but he doesn’t want to destroy you. He doesn’t want to hurt you, to break you, to make you like he is. “N-no…”

“Yes, Bucky. You can’t stop me, you can’t make me love you less. No one can, no one will ever make me love you less. I pretended that I could be just your best friend but I can’t anymore. I love you, more than everything, I need you, and I want you to see that you deserve love, all the love!” You say, trying to sound serious but still soft while talking to him.

You’re not sure what came over you to confess all that, maybe because he broke down once you wrapped your arms around him? Maybe it was just the last push after the day and half the night laying awake or whatever it was — you don’t regret it, you could never regret telling the love of your life that you love him, that you care for him — that your best friend is everything for you.

“Doll… you can’t… you— I will break you… I will hurt you. You deserve better than me,” Bucky whimpers, he has you already sitting on his lap, refusing to let go of you.

“It doesn’t matter, even when there would be someone better, I wouldn’t like someone other than you. Please let me love you, let me show you that you deserve to be loved just like everyone,” you mumble, running your fingers through his brown locks.

Bucky nods, letting himself fall more against you, leaning into your touch. He closes his eyes, his heart filled with love and affection. He has waited so long to hear those words from you, and now — no matter how shitty this situation is — it makes his heart race and his feelings for you to grow.

“Can you sleep in my bed then?” He whimpers, looking up at you with teary eyes. You can’t help but chuckle at his cute request, then you nod. Bucky inhales deeply, his breath still shaking but everything worked out so well right now, he couldn’t ask for anything else.

Your love will heal him, he knows it because it has since you got to know one another. Since he helped you to move into your apartment. Bucky knows that he never felt for someone before like he feels for you, no matter how broken he is, he knows that it will never stop him from loving you more than everything.

“I love you too, more than everything,” he mumbles, leaning more into you. “You know… I will never let you go. I will hold you in my arms every night, I will make you dinner, I-i will… be the best version of me I can be.”

“You’re already the best version of yourself, Bucky. You’re the most precious man, the sweetest I have ever met,” you smile softly, cupping his cheeks to make him look up at you. His ocean blue eyes shining with adoration and love, no signs of fear to the nightmare anymore. “Can I kiss you?”

Bucky nods with a soft smile across his lips as he is leaning closer already. You giggle at his impatience. But it was just too long to try not to, so you can’t blame him, it was too long to hold back from kissing one another. With a soft smile, you place your lips on his. And they really are as soft and warm as they look. You sigh softly, letting Bucky pull you even closer and hold you as tight as possible against his broad chest. His lips move softly against yours and he relaxes in your warm embrace, with his lips finally touching yours.

He may think that he doesn’t deserve to be loved — but this kiss lets him forget about all the insecurities and worries he has. The only thought left in his mind right now is how much he loves you, how often he wants to kiss you, that he just wants to hold you and tell you how much he loves you — over and over again. That’s what he is going to do, show you his love for you and he will show you that you’re everything for him, just you, only you as long as you’re with him.

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[storieswithvenus]

Weather girl - Tyler Owen’s x Fem! Reader

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hey! sorry for taking so long off, i’ve been super busy and getting back into the swing of everything. hope you guys enjoy, it’s a bit of a rollercoaster;)

TW!!

use of y/n, reader and tyler being somewhat surprised by a tornado even though they are chasing it???, quick love confession cause i got tired lmao

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As the cloud started to swirl, the one supercell storm now forming a small funnel, you stood watching from the beginning of the dirt path a mile away.

You stood there with your high definition camera, snapping away photos of the upcoming storm, just a few feet behind you stood Tyler Owen’s.

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You two had an unusual relationship, the two of you had grown up together. Frankly, he was your older brother’s best friend. Growing up together, you had always had some sort of tension, he had grown close to your older brother Mason in their sophomore year of school while you were a freshman. As they grew close, he was always at your house with Mason, either playing football in the back garden or playing video games in your brothers room while screaming at the screen.

You were a bit of a nerd, you knew from a young age that you wanted to work in something to do with the weather. So when you were trying to study the weather patterns around you and all you could hear was the screaming of your brother and Tyler, you did lose your mind. Stomping your way towards his room and slamming the door open, banging off the wall.

Both of them staring up at you with disbelief, watching as you throw one of your massive textbooks at them. The book smashing off the head of Tyler and as you reach for the handle of the door slamming it closed.

By the time you had graduated from university, you hadn’t been home to Texas in years. You hadn’t seen your family in years because you were too focused on your career, and it worked in your favour too.

“If we look towards the Joplin area here,” you say standing infront of the map which is covering the massive screen behind you, pointing towards that area, “you can see that there is a storm heading towards this area. Right now, it doesn’t look like anything too bad, however I will report back if it does gain the attributes to form a tornado that would touch down.” You carry on speaking before your cameraman gives you the thumbs up to finish so they can wrap up. “That’s it folks, please do keep checking the weather app for any possible updates! This is Y/N L/N signing off.”

You walk out of frame just as the director cuts. Walking straight over to your assistant who has your phone and a bottle of water waiting for you. “There’s been this number blowing your phone up, I haven’t answered of course - but they literally won’t stop phoning. I’m starting to think a fan has gotten your number.” Your assistant, Mark, says as you open the bottle of water and start drowning it to coat your throat. “There’s not much we can do if it is leaked, but i’ll check it out. You’re free to go home, I know your little ones are probably looking for you to come home” You say before leaning in to give him a hug, he thanks you profusely before running out the massive door to the carpark.

Looking down at your phone, you decide that you’re gonna phone the number back. You tap the number on your phone and put it up to your ear as it begins to ring. After 5 rings you consider hanging up, that was until you heard the number pick up.

“Hey! Is this Y/N?” the deep voice spoke after a few seconds of silence, “Hi! Uhm yeah this is she… Who is this? Why have you been spamming my phone?” You voice slightly breaking, confusion evident in your voice. “It’s.. uh-“ the voice on the phone stumbles, “It’s Tyler, you know Tyler Owen’s”.

Then it all clicked, the voice, the way he spoke, everything made sense. “Tyler, I haven’t heard from you in years..” your voice lower. “Yeah, listen, I see you on the news now, and well.. I was wondering if you’d maybe wanna join us for a few weeks storm chasing. So you can get your own experience.”

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“Are you sure this is safe?” you screamed at him from the passenger side of the truck, your hands gripping onto the side of the chair. He looks at you with a little laugh, as he speeds up, watching you squirm in your seat. You turn to look out the front windscreen, just as you look, you see the massive tornado cross the dirt road in front of the truck.

Your head quickly turns to his as he speeds up towards the twister. “Tyler, are you fucking crazy?” You scream over the sound of the truck speeding down the dirt path, the sound of destruction coming from the tornado. Suddenly he turns the wheel to his left, the car turning sharply down another smaller path, your body being thrown to the left as you held on for dear life.

“We need to get in front of it before we deploy the rods to hold us into the ground”, his voice still drowned out with the noise around the car. Looking out the side window, you watch as the tornado seems to be standing still.

Panic fills your body, you feel the world go into slow motion. You know what’s coming. “Tyler, deploy the rods.” Your voice quiet, close to a whisper as you couldn’t take your eyes off the storm beside you. “What?”, he questions you, before looking over to see what you were saying. His eyes moving from you to out the window your eyes were glued to, his eyes widening at what the two of you were seeing.

The truck hauls to a stop, the two of you being slightly flung forward. His hand quickly slamming down on the red button in the middle of your two seats to deploy the rods into the dirt ground below the truck.

You finally come back to earth, turning to him as you feel the truck get closer to the ground, the rods securing you into the floor. Your hand reaches for his, intertwining, before you throw your head between your legs in a brace position. Tyler’s hand squeezes yours, a last sense of safety before the tornado hit the truck.

The force of the 90mph wind hits your side of the truck first, your mouth let out a scream as the violent shaking begins to cover the entire truck. The colour of the sky outside goes from a light grey to a dark grey, close to black, in seconds.

You hear smaller items of debris hitting all around the truck, a branch hitting the window with such force you thought the window would give out and crash in on top of you. With all of your focus on the storm now surrounding you, you didn’t realise you had began to cry. The tears streaming down your face as you hold your head down and cover it with your other hand incase of something breaking a window.

You feel the violent shakes begin to slow down, becoming more gentle. Your curiosity for the better of you, your head turning up to look out the front window screen. The storm had just passed you, all the trapped air in your lungs finally cleared as you let out the biggest sigh of relief.

You look over to Tyler, he was already watching you. His smile spreading across his face, “What did you think of that?” His voice full of cheekiness, giving you a slight wink.

And all you could do, was give him a slight laugh back.

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And that’s how you ended up here, watching the now EF1 cross the field in front of you. Taking your own photos of it, and just taking in the sight of mother nature.

You feel Tyler walk up behind you, his hand making contact with your lower back. Turning to look at him, you smile as he begins to speak, “Hey weather girl, did you get any good pictures?” You smile widens, turning your head to look down at your camera as you go through the pictures to pick your best one, “Yeah I did. Got this amazing one here”, you say in a soft voice, showing the small camera screen to him.

He reaches out to your camera, his hand touching yours, a spark of electricity connecting between you two. You both look up at each other, eyes connecting, both of you looking at each other with love.

“I’m glad you decided to stay with me and the team after what I put you through in our first week”, his voice was full of truth. Your hand lays on his arm, “I would never leave after that.”

“Can I kiss you?” Your eyes slightly widen at the question he sprung into you. He could tell he surprised you, just before he was about to apologise you pulled him in. Your hand laying on his jaw as you kissed him.

You slightly pull back to make eye contact, smiling at him. His voice soft and low,

“I have loved you ever since we were kids, ever since you threw that book at us.”

[abbyromanoff]

Hey I've got a request

Idk if you've written a fic about this before, so ignore this if you have

Late night conversations with big stepsis Nat has you admitting that you know next to nothing about sex except what you've read in textbooks

And Nat makes it her responsibility to teach (show) you everything she knows (especially all the kinky stuff)

Could you make is extremely smutty, please 🥺?

Step-sis

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 2149

Warnings: step-cest, daddy kink, innocence kink, slightly dark/pervert Nat, fingering, head, bit of a needy Nat, possessiveness, jealousy, small angst, mentions of strap sucking,

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“Alright you two, don’t cause any trouble while we’re gone!” Your father yelled out, he and your stepmother leaving in a hurry. They were going on their honeymoon in Peru, leaving you and Nat all by yourself. The two of you had always gotten along, you had sought her for guidance most of the time and she was always happy to show you. You thought it was a little weird when she taught you how to kiss for your first-ever date, but she said she was just being nice and that you need to be grateful for all that she gives you.

“So, what do you want to do?” Asked the redhead, now coming down the stairs in a pair of boxers and a tank top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, you could tell by the hardened nipples making their appearance in the cold room.

“Well, dad gave me some money so we can buy pizza. If you want, we could have a pizza and ice cream night?” They were your favorite nights, she thought it was adorable how you got excited over little things like that. A chuckle escaped her lips as she shook her head lightly,

“Of course, baby, whatever you want.” A smile broke way on your face as you grabbed your phone and found the number for your local restaurant.

An hour later and you both sat on the couch, most of the pizza finished as your ice cream started to melt. You had a show on, the one you two binged together. Her arm was wrapped around your shoulder as you cuddled into her chest, your legs crossed over her own.

“Y/N?” Came her low voice, breaking the comfortable silence filling the room. When you hummed in response, she spoke again,

“Have you ever done that?” She pointed to the tv where two characters kissed down each other's bodies and removed their clothing. You gulped down any embarrassment you had and looked up at her, seeing her darkened gaze staring into your own.

“Uhm, no. No, I haven’t.” A small grin marked her face, you truly were her innocent little doll.

“Have you?” You wanted her to say no, that she’d never do that with someone other than you. But you knew that was unrealistic, she wouldn’t want to do that with you. Or so you thought. When you saw her nod, a small pit of jealousy formed in your body, you wanted her to be yours. You wanted to be the first person she’d touch, the first she’d fuck, the first she’d make love to.

“Oh.” She kissed the top of your head, leaving her lips there for a moment too long before leaning back to look at you.

“‘Oh?’ What’s wrong?” You shook your head and started to move from her arms, only to be pulled back down by her strong arms.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Are you jealous?” She stroked your hair in her hands as you played with your fingers, feeling a hand rest on top of them to calm you down. Her forest green eyes stared into your own, concern marking her face.

“I’ve never really done that stuff. And, I mean, you’re experienced and I bet you’re great too. Gosh, it’s stupid.” She urged you to speak, wanting to hear every thought in that pretty little head of yours.

“C'mon, I won’t make fun of you, I promise.” You sighed and whispered out,

“I want to be those girls you bring home every night, I want to be the one you kiss and make love to.” She couldn’t have been happier hearing those words. She wanted nothing more than to ruin you with her fingers, her strap, her mouth. Every time she’d bring someone home, she’d picture it being you. You beneath her as you begged her to let you cum, it got her wet just thinking about it.

“Sweetheart, come here. God, you’re so cute! You don’t know how much I’ve been wanting to hear you say that, I’ve been waiting so long.” She chuckled at your confused expression, dragging her finger across your jaw as she pulled you in. Your lips brushed her own as she stared down at them.

“Can I?” She mumbled, receiving a short nod in return. Her mouth landed on yours as she kissed you with passion, wrapping her hands around the back of your head to keep you close. She never wanted to let go. And when breathing became an issue, she would’ve rather died than pull back. Her forehead clashed with yours, the two of you panting against each other.

“My love, your lips feel even better than before. Have you been practicing what I taught you?” Seeing you nod only angered her further. You were hers, not anyone else’s. How could anyone think they could do that with her girl?

“With who? Who did you kiss, baby?” She thought of everyone it could’ve been. Was it Kate? Carol? Steve? Bucky? Peter-

“Wanda. I kissed Wanda.” Her nostrils flared, lips closing in a tight-lipped smile. You studied her facial expressions, you knew she wasn’t happy.

“That bitch. She thinks she can touch my girl? She thinks she can kiss my girl? Did she touch you? Did she fuck you?” You shook your head quickly, watching as she now paced around the room, filled with anger. She stopped dead in her tracks hearing your soft voice,

“No, daddy, I kept them for you, just like you said.” She faced you this time, walking up to you with pure gentleness. You leaned into her hand placed on your cheek, giving it a small kiss before resting your head on her fingers.

“Good girl, such a good girl for daddy. Did you do what I told you with your pillow?” She had asked you to rub your sweet cunt on the fabric anytime you needed her, but you were too scared to do a thing. You were too afraid that somebody would see, that Nat would see.

“N-no, I didn’t.” She blew out a small breath before running her hands across your body, feeling the curves and soft, lotion-covered skin. Her wandering hands found their way to your round breasts, palming them with slight harshness. She let out a small moan when hearing you whimper from the painful grasps.

“Were you nervous? Scared your daddy would catch you?” You didn’t know who she was referring to, herself or your father. But, you shook your head anyways,

“No? Then what was it? Why were you so scared, baby?” The hem of your shorts were played with as she slowly pulled the fabric down, your hips moving upwards to help her take them off. You were left in your drenched panties. You felt two digits slowly play with your clit through your underwear, you froze. This was wrong. So wrong.

“Nat, we can’t do this. You’re basically my sister-“

“Step-sister. And it’s not wrong, many of my friends do it with their step siblings too.” She firmly corrected you, hoping you’d believe her lie. None of her friends even liked their new families. But you were different, you were impossible not to play with and tease. The innocent glances you give her, knowing they’re nothing close to it makes it almost impossible not to bend you over the dining table. She wishes you both were under different circumstances, so she could show you off to everyone saying you’re hers. But for now, she’ll just have to touch you in private.

“Do-do they actually?” She only nodded for an answer, watching as you started to calm down a bit. She never liked lying, but she’d do anything for you.

“All of them. They play with their friends sweet little pussy’s, just like I’m gonna do to you.” Your legs were forcefully pried open, your wet folds being left on display as the cold air hit you, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. She tried to stop herself, but she had to have a taste. Her head was shoved into your cunt as her tongue played around with your clit, occasionally dipping in your hole to tease you. Her eyes stared into your own, seeing yours flutter shut as your mouth dropped open.

“Oh- Nat! That feels so- fucking good!” Her hand came crashing down on your thigh, her face leaning back as you tried to chase after the feeling once more.

“No fucking swearing, Y/N. Did your dad never teach you your manners? Aww, don’t worry, daddy will teach you everything you need to know.” You hoped she’d continue to eat you out, but she only sat next to you again. You were on the verge of tears, begging her to finish you off until you felt the pads of her fingers touching you again. She held your figure in her arm as the other traveled to your throbbing cunt. You were clenching around nothing, fuck it got her so turned on. Everything about you got her so unbelievably horny. She just wanted to fuck you and never stop, wanted you to feel every inch of her every second of the day.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, my love, I need to. I need to just finger this tight little pussy!” You felt two digits slide into you, your walls wrapping around them immediately. She let out a loud moan when feeling your warmth. It was heaven.

“Oh- shit! Your sweet fucking cunt is so goddamn precious, and all mine. You’re all fucking mine, every inch of you.” She didn’t care for the painful stretch it might bring you, she just needed to feel you. She moved your body so you sat facing her, your legs spread wide open as she towered over you. She needed to taste you again, she was addicted. You were like a drug to her, she couldn’t get enough. Her mouth returned to your swollen clit, sucking the hardened bud in her mouth. You were a moaning mess, clutching onto anything you could see as your legs shook.

“God, you taste so good! Can never get enough of you, I need you every single minute. You’re the best toy I’ve ever had, so pure and innocent. I’m the first to touch this pussy, aren’t I?” You nodded along with her words, trying to speak until a loud moan took over you.

“Yes! Yes, you’re the first and only!” She smiled into you, the thought of you being hers made all her fears go away. The fear of you liking Wanda. The fear of you just wanting sex. The fear of losing you. And the fear of your parents catching you. She couldn’t care at that moment, all she wanted to do was make you cum.

“Daddy, I feel weird.” You didn’t understand this feeling, you’ve never even had an orgasm.

“It’s alright, you’re going to cum, baby. You remember what I showed you with those two girls on that video?” You racked your brain for what she was talking about, finally remembering exactly what she was insisting.

“Yeah, w-when those two girls were grinding on each other. And then that girl- came!” The last word was shouted out, the sensation becoming too unbearable to hold in.

“I think I’m gonna-“ She cut you off, “Shh, I know, I know. Do it for me, cum for daddy.” You felt like you were going to pee, you hoped that was normal. Splashes of your juices sprayed the woman’s face, covering her in your slick.

“Fuck, daddy, I’m so sorry!” Your breathing wasn’t calmed, but you felt too bad. She shook her head and continued to lick your cunt, grabbing every drop in her mouth.

“Kitten, you taste so good! Have you ever tasted yourself?” Were you supposed to? Isn’t that weird? Reading your expression, she used her fingers to show deep into your mouth. You choked slightly, the sudden shock making it harder to focus on doing it right. You wanted to impress her, show her you were better than those other girls.

“Good girl, so good! Can't wait for this to be my strap, I’d love to make you swallow every last drop of my cum.” You gave her your best doey eyes as her other hand traveled into her pants. She circled her clit, picturing it was you. All the times she’d fuck herself, all she could think about was you. You and your sweet panties that she’d steal only to put them back covered in her cum. She never thought she’d be such a fucking pervert, but you made her this way. You made her want to go to any extent to have you, even if she had to remove that whore from your life. No matter what she had to do to have you, she’d do it. And she’d make sure everyone would know you’re hers, no matter what.

[lonelystczennie]

Just a Collab

Chan x Plus Size Afab!Reader

Summary: It was supposed to just be another collaboration, so why can’t you and Chan seem to get each other out of your mind?

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Swearing, Suggestive, partially proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely @bethanysnow for this request! I rewrote part of this like five times, but I’m posting it now cause otherwise I’m gonna lose my mind staring at it. I’ll use the other ideas in part two(if we want a part 2) idk, it's late and I'm tired.

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Chan likes being prepared for anything, whether that’s rehearsing a song or choreography till he knows it by heart, or just keeping band aids in his bag in case one of the members gets hurt. He knows not everything can be planned, and even the things that can often go awry, so he tries to be ready for any possibility.

What he wasn’t prepared for, however, was you.

When the company had presented the opportunity to work with you on a collaboration, he’d agreed almost immediately, having been familiar with your work for a while, thinking it would just be a fun project. But almost immediately, that had proved to not be the case, though what it was he wasn’t quite sure.

“Okay, Jeongin, can we do one more take, just for security?” Chan asked through the mic into the soundbooth.

“Sure thing, hyung.” The younger member responded just as there was a light knock at the door.

“Am I interrupting?“ You asked quietly as you entered the studio, Chan's face lighting up noticeably at your presence.

“Nah, you're good, we’re just recording some backing vocals.” He said reassuringly, waving you over.

“Hi Noona.” Jeongin called, waving at you through the window.

“Hey, I.N.” You chuckled, waving back to him before he started to record.

You listened fondly as I.N. sang, slowly settling into the chair next to Chan, waiting for your turn in the booth.

“So, how come I haven’t got to sing with you yet?” You asked as they finished, bumping your shoulder against Chan’s playfully, making him let out a short burst of laughter.

“Because I.N.’s got a much better voice than me and I thought you’d sound good together.” He said, ears gaining a noticeable rosy tint as he spoke. “I, uhm, I’m just here as producer this time.”

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, you have an amazing voice.” You said sincerely. “I love hearing you sing.”

“Really?” He asked, casting a sidelong glance at you, surprised by your honesty.

You nodded. “Your songs were actually part of what I used to practice Korean.” You confessed.

“Noo, that’s soo embarrassing.” He whined, covering his increasingly red face.

“For you or me?” You chuckled.

“I don’t know.” He said, laughing weakly.

The two of you were interrupted by another quick knock on the door, your manager peeking in to grab your attention.

“Y/n, you have that interview in five minutes.” He reminded you.

“Crap, I almost forgot.” You said, turning to the two of them apologetically. “I’m sorry, I won’t be long.”

“No worries. We’ll be here.” Chan said easily, smiling softly at you, making you beam as you stood.

“I’ll be back in a bit!” You waved as you followed your manager out.

“Bye, Noona.” Jeongin called as he exited the booth, whipping around as soon as you’d closed the door to face Chan. “Why haven’t you said anything to her yet?”

“What are you on about?” Chan said, feigning ignorance. “You saw us, we talk all the time.”

“I meant how you’re both clearly into each other.” The younger said bluntly, not having the patience to beat around the bush on this topic.

“What?!” Chan spluttered. “No, we’re not!”

“Bullshit.” Jeongin snapped, surprising Chan further. He’d spent the past handful of days in the studio with both of you and had put up with enough lingering glances and the blushy comments to know that you were both in deep. “I’ve seen the way you look at her, and the way she looks at you.” Chan whipped up at that. Jeongin continued. “Anybody with eyes can see that there’s clearly something there between the two of you, why are you pretending there isn’t?”

Chan looked down, letting out a deep sigh. “It doesn’t matter.” He mumbled, feeling his heart slowly sink as he spoke.

“Why?”

“Because, what’s the point?” He said exasperatedly. “It’s a collaboration, it’s a temporary situation, she’s… She’s just gonna leave when it’s over.” The last words came out as a mumble as he glanced away again.

“It doesn’t feel like ‘just a collab’.” Jeongin said. “It feels different.”

Chan paused, unable to argue with him, despite wanting to.

It did feel different, you felt different, to him at least. As soon as you’d met, you’d managed to charm him instantly with your brightness and warmth. You were funny and caring, always managing to find something kind to say about everyone around you, not to mention you were stunning. The moment you’d walked in, it had taken him every ounce of concentration not to openly stare at you. You had this subtle confidence in the way you moved and held yourself that he found utterly alluring. Everything about you seemed attractive to him, the glint in your eyes, the softness in your voice, the plush shape of your hips…

You’d even managed to follow him into his dreams, catching him in his rare few hours of sleep, images so vivid, he could almost believe them to be real. The feeling your warmth surrounding him as he buried his face in the softness of your stomach before trailing lower, his hands gripping tightly onto your thighs as they clamped down around him-

He’d bolted up in his bed, heart racing and breathing unsteadily, unable to go back to sleep the rest of the night.

He shook himself, feeling his ears begin to burn again at the memory.

“I just… I don’t know.” He said uncertainly.

“Just think about it, please?” Jeongin said seriously. “You deserve some happiness too,”

Chan nodded slightly, biting his lip. “Yeah, okay.” He said eventually. “But only if the opportunity presents itself, I’m not gonna just drop that kind of thing on her.”

“Of course.” I.N. responded, just as you re-entered the room.

“Hey, what’d I miss?” You asked lightly, reclaiming your seat next to Chan, much to Jeongin’s amusement.

“Nothing.”

The opportunity ended up presenting itself in the form of dinner with you and guys that same night, since I.N. had so ‘graciously’ invited you over to the dorms to hang out and celebrate the finish of recording for the song.

Chan had been a bit nervous about you meeting all the guys at once, knowing how boisterous and overwhelming they could be sometimes, but you’d settled in almost immediately, laughing easily with Han and Felix, talking about art with Hyunjin, and cooing over pictures of Minho’s cats, though you mostly kept close to Chan.

You hadn’t even realized how late it had become as the two of you were talking until you happen to look around and realize the others had gone to bed, leaving you and Chan alone. You knew you should probably leave, but you were reluctant to do so, wanting to soak up as much time with him as possible. The past weeks of working together, both over video calls and emails, and the last few days in person, had definitely had an impact on you as well, and tonight had only solidified those feelings in your mind, making your looming departure all the more painful.

“You okay?” Chan asked gently, noticing your sudden quietness

“Hmm? Yeah, I’m just getting in my head. Nothing new.” You laughed dismissively.

“You wanna talk about it?” He offered, propping his head up on his hand.

“There’s not that much to talk about really, I’m just kinda feeling… I don’t wanna leave yet.” You admitted quietly. “I’ve had a really great time getting to know you guys, spending time with you.” You glanced at him briefly. “It just feels like it’s moving too fast, you know?”

He nodded, understanding all too well. “When do you leave?” He asked hesitantly.

“In a couple days. I asked for a few days off from schedules, thought I might do some sightseeing around the city, plus I know my friends would kick my ass if I come back without gifts.” You joked, making him laugh.

“Well, if you need a tour guide, I’d gladly help you.” He offered, seeing a chance.

“Really?” You asked surprised. “You’re not too busy?”

“Not with anything that I can’t get out of.” He shrugged.

“You don’t have to do that.” You said, ducking your head in an attempt to hide the flush in your cheeks.

“I want to.” He said, leaning in to catch your gaze again. “I like being with you. I want to spend as much time with you as I can while you’re here.” He said earnestly.

“Really?” You asked, half realizing the way you were both leaning closer as you spoke.

“Yeah, I like you a lot.” He admitted, his eyes flickering to your lips before he could help himself.

“Probably more than I should.”

“Chan.” You breathed.

“Yeah?”

You didn’t answer, smashing your lips to his in a feverish kiss. He let out a muffled sound of relief, hands instantly finding your waist, kneading the soft flesh in his grip as you wound your fingers into his hair, giving a slight tug and earning a low groan from him. He half pulled you onto his lap before you could help him out, swinging a leg across to straddle him as his tongue traced along you bottom lip, asking for entrance into your mouth, which you readily granted.

Eventually, you had to come up for air, chest heaving against his as you took in his disheveled state with hooded eyes.

“So maybe now you have a reason to come back?” He panted, looking up at you.

“I’m booking my next trip tomorrow.” You replied, letting out a shaky laugh as you pulled him back in for another kiss.

[heartss4matthewq]

THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY

SUMMARY: eva hangs out with matt at a party, it takes a strong turn of events

contains: smut, cockwarming, dom!matt, matt’s pov, no y/n 🥰

a/n; i wanted to use a name lmk if that was a bad idea also i have SO many fics in my drafts like holy shit ima finish them soon i promise 💪

chris: orange

nick: purple

matt: blue

eva: green

  ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧

MATTS POV

i walked downstairs and sat down on the couch trying to find something to do for the day.

“we could go to top golf..?”

“nah that’s boring, matt what do you wanna do because you haven’t spoken up ina while” just when i was about to respond, my phone rang.

“guys eva is calling wait” i answered and put it on speaker.

“heyy evss what’s up?”

“yo you’re on speaker btw so we can all hear you”

“heyy guys so i didn’t know if y’all were busy tonight but i heard madi is having a party at her house i think we should gooo!!!”

“wait bet” i said hoping for approval of nick and chris

“yeah one-hundred percent we’re going because we were literally just trying to figure out something to do tonight”

“alright yayy, see u guys tonight love you so muchhh”

1 hour later

i was walking past nicks room when i heard him on the phone with eva

“but nickkk, pink is my favorite color”

“yes i know girl but if you wear the black dress you’ll match with matt and i’m pretty sure he likes you back but i don’t knoww”

“nick, i really like your brother i might tell him tonight to be honest!”

does eva like me? do i like her back? i always thought she was pretty..

the thoughts were racing in my head

this shouldn’t be making me horny.

as soon as i was going to pull my jeans down, nick yelled “MATTHEW WE WANNA LEAVE HURRY UP”

shit.

“COMING, JUST LET ME GRAB MY KEYS SINCE YOU CANT FUCKING GET YOUR LICENSE AT THE AGE OF 20!”

at the party.

me,chris, and nick all waited outside of the house for eva.

“damn we should’ve just picked her up, her uber is taking years” chris chuckled as he sipped his pepsi

5 mins passed and eva finally stepped out of the car in a tight, black dress that carved out all of her curves. i couldnt ignore how good she looked tonight.

“hey matt you look good!” eva complimented me.

“not to bad yourself” i laughed and lightly tapped her back.

a couple hours had passed and eva was drunk and high as fuck and i could tell.

she started to walk over to me as i was sitting on an arm chair.

“hey matty” she said loudly

“hi evs, there’s no seats available so i can get up if you want!” i said so she wouldn’t have to stand

“i think i’ll just sit on your lap if you’re good with that”

“oh uhm yeah i guess that’s fine”

i was good for a little while until she started to move around a lot to get comfortable.

obviously this made me get squirmish. i grabbed her hips so she’d stop moving so much.

i did not need her to feel her best friends hard-on.

“what’s wrong matty can’t handle me grinding on your lap?” she said seductively.

“stop talking before i stuff your mouth” i said suddenly gaining confidence

“you won’t do shit matthew”

“i’ll prove your ass wrong” i responded back

“do it then”

with those words i pulled her panties to the side and unzipped my jeans. i took my jacket off and wrapped it around us so no one could see what we were doing.

in one swift motion i took my dick out and put it inside of her, earning a quiet whimper from her.

the worst thing that could’ve possibly happened in this moment happened.

all of her friends came up and started talking with her. when she started to laugh her body moved in motions around my cock. making me groan. every minute passing felt like hours.

when her friends left she pulled off of me to go dance or something.

before she could leave i grabbed her by the jaw

“we’re not fucking done with this” she smirked at me and walked off

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[neiptune]

I’m in some mood for some melancholic longing, can I request “you never called it what it was” + rengoku + childhood best friends that liked each other but didnt end up together, maybe because of life, jobs, dreams etc 🥺💔

kyojuro rengoku x you never called it what it was

This is your nightmare, honestly.

Palms are already sweating as you eye the drink you ordered a few minutes ago being placed in front of you, it’s staring right back with a neon sign on top of it. The sign literally reads girl, you thought.

“Uhm, excuse me” you clear your throat as the barista who took your oder turns around with a frown. He’s probably having a bad day too but you’re on the verge of tears and a poorly made tea order is going to be the last straw.

“I ordered a chai tea latte with vanilla sweet cream cold foam?”

“That’s what it is”

“Ah… I mean, that’s a lot of cold foam” half of it is cold foam “could you please remake it? I’m so sorry to be a bother” you attempt a smile but his frown deepens.

“It’s the standard way to do it” he grumbles and quite literally snatches the drink from your uncertain hand, then proceeds to scoop out half of the cold foam and replace it with dairy milk. What you’re left with is a tall latte in a venti cup, with a random splash of milk you can’t even drink.

Fuck.

“Sorry, I’m allergic to dairy, could you please just—”

“I don’t have the time” he snaps and you wince “d’you think you’re the only customer here today? Take a look at that line, would you?”

Before he’s even finished with his little outburst, people are looking at you and tears are already pricking your eyes, stinging so painfully you just know blinking a few times to send them back won’t do the trick.

“What seems to be the problem, Kazuki?” a gentle but slightly high-pitched voice from behind you has you jumping. Not because it’s unexpected but because it’s familiar. You’d recognize that inflection anywhere.

Kazuki’s face lights up instantly, a pinkish tone crawling up to his cheeks. Is he embarrassed?

“Ah, Mr. Rengoku, good morning! This lady was just trying to—”

“Now, I don’t think that’s a polite way to speak to a customer” he interrupts him and you sense the tension stirring behind what’s most certainly a friendly smile. God, he hasn’t changed one bit.

When you sheepishly turn around his eyes widen and, for a second, your lungs cease to expand in your chest cavity. Of course he hadn’t recognized you. Of course he’s still kind enough to step in to defend a complete stranger.

An incredulous smile splits his handsome face, eyes glimmering with genuine excitement as he whispers your name.

“Hello, Kyojuro” you mirror his smile and add a pathetic little wave to it. He frowns and you hate to know why.

How can he still hate it, when you call him by his full name? You’re adults now. Adults who haven’t seen each other in years.

“I can’t believe this, I have looked everywhere for you!” despite the slight disappointment, he explodes in a boisterous laugh and, once more, everyone’s looking in your direction. Except this time you don’t mind, you don’t mind at all.

“Tell you what! Kazuki will remake your order, I’ll take the usual” he glances at the barista “and then I can walk you wherever you have to go. Or we could enjoy our drinks here? Whatever you want, just don’t slip away again” the warmth he’s unleashing on you has your head spinning, heart swelling with feelings you thought were long forgotten.

He’s right, you did slip away. Intentionally moved to another city, changed your number, left little to no trace behind, no address information. You thought leaving him, being cruel enough to cut him off without an explanation, would make it easier.

His attempts still reached you somehow. Your mom mentioning his calls, your friends running into him on the way home from work.



He asked about you.

He wonders if we have your new number.

He looked sad.

Why don’t you call him?



But you never did, you never could.

It was the right thing to do, if the staccato of your heartbeat is an indicator as you walk side by side in your favorite park, the one you used to come to when you were twelve and he insisted you rated all his cartwheels. The one with the old, chipped bench you waited on when you were fifteen and drunk, on your way back from a party filled with people you didn’t like. He showed up in the middle of the night and gave you a piggyback ride, silly giggles muffled by the fabric of his sweatshirt.

Perhaps you were just too different. He always loved the big, chaotic town you ached to leave. Life of the party, popular, impeccable at school, great at sports.

He never had too much time to actually care about all those moments, the innocent touches, the casual hold of a hand whenever you’d take a stroll, the three times he had kissed you. They still burn in the back of your mind.

Eleven years old, as a dare. Twelve years old, to distract you from the pain of a scraped knee. Sixteen years old, the one time you saw him indulge in a beer.

“Why did you disappear?” the question is void of bitterness, it’s gentle, even. Kyojuro is not stupid, he knows it was deliberate, he’s aware you didn’t cut ties with anyone else.

“Always hated Tokyo” you shrug, casually stirring the ice in your drink.

“But you left me, too” he insists “you were special to me. I guess I hoped…” the implications of what he’s not saying are too dangerous for you to bear.

“Don’t be ridiculous” you mumble “of course you were”

He stops in his tracks.

“So why…”

“Did you ever ask me to stay, Kyo?” your gaze meets his “you never said anything. You didn’t… you never called it what it was”

Taken aback, he blinks. One time, two times.

So you never thought you deserved better than me?

[xuxibelle]

Just Looking (Version 2)

Pairing: Lee Dongmin x Reader

Word count:  4,736

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, mentions of touching

Requested: no - A rework of my previous fic by same title, changing characters

Summary: Y/N likes her friend’s boyfriend’s roommate but won’t let either of them do anything about it. Is she too ‘Old Fashioned’ to think the guy is still supposed to make the first move? 

“I don’t see why you haven’t asked him out yet,” your best friend Stacy asks you as you finish applying your makeup in preparation for her boyfriend’s house party tonight. She was dragging you along yet again because she knows you have a thing for his friend Dongmin and of course he’ll be there, he lives there too.

“Stace, I can’t just ask him out. Guys are supposed to ask the girls out,” you tell her as you roll your eyes.

“Uhm, hello…. What century are you living in, Grandma?” she laughs at you. “How do you think I met Jungkook?” 

“I never knew that,” you tell her as you look at her in the mirror and she nods with a smile.

“Yea, We kept running into each other and I finally just asked him to go get coffee one day,” she explained with a shrug. 

“Cute, but not happening,” you tell her.

“Whyyyyy,” she whines. 

“Not my style,” you tell her. “If he likes me, he’ll tell me, and NO you can’t tell him or Jungkook anything.” She gives you a pout and the puppy dog eyes and you just shake your head. “No,” you laugh, “If it’s meant to happen, it will happen on its own.”

“Fine,” she pouts as she crosses her arms. After you’re both finished getting ready, she talks you into heading over early to help set up for the party, which you know is only to have you around him more. 

“There’s my two favorite girls,” Jungkook says as he welcomes you through the door with a hug. “Min, the girls are here,” he calls to his friend before you see him walk in from the kitchen with a smile. He was almost always smiling, one of the things you loved about him. 

“Lovely to see you again, ladies,” he said as he reached you both, giving you both hugs. “Well, I guess I meant that mostly to Y/N cause I just saw you yesterday,” he laughs. 

“That’s true,” Stacy laughs back as she glances at you. “So what else do you need to do for the party?” she asks.

“We’ve got most everything done,” Jungkook tells her. “Min was chopping some veggies in the kitchen and I was about to open the cups and set up the bar. Then I think the last thing is to set up the table.”

“Okay, You two go back to doing that and Y/N and I will do the table,” Stacy tells them before taking your hand and leading you towards the dining room. You reach for a stack of paper plates and take the plastic off, setting them down on one end of the table before Stacy glances up towards the kitchen. “Y/N,” she whispers.

“What?” you whisper back. “Why are we whispering?”

“He’s looking over here,” she whispers again.

“Oh stop it,” you shake your head and wave her off as she smiles at you. You grab a box of forks, opening them before you place them in a container on the table as well as a box of spoons and knives. You glance up towards the kitchen and meet his stare. You notice how his lips slowly start to curve up into a small smile before you quickly glance away as you feel your face flushing. You bite your lip as you look down at your hands reaching for a pack of napkins, opening them, placing them beside the container of cutlery.

“Why’s your face red,” she whispers.

“He caught me looking,” you whisper back and she giggles.

“Shut up,” you whisper-yell. “I told you I didn’t want to come in the first place.” Once you were finished with the table you walked into the living room and sat on the love seat, crossing your arms, and Stacy walked over to where Jungkook was setting up the bar. 

“Hey, I’m done in here. If you don’t need me for anything else, I’m gonna go get ready,” Dongmin tells Jungkook.

“Yea, you’re good mate,” Jungkook tells him. You see him walk around the corner from the kitchen. He gives you a smile before he jogs up the stairs you assume to his room to get ready. You pull your phone out to distract yourself since Stacy is in the corner with her boyfriend and you have nothing else to do. People start arriving before you know it, and you see some people you recognize, so you actually get up to socialize. Standing off to the side of the living room with Stacy and a few other people in a conversation, you notice Dongmin making his way back downstairs and you can’t help but be distracted. Stacy also can’t help but notice your lack of sudden interest in the conversation you were just in and looks to see what pulled your attention, smiling when she realizes. When he reaches the bottom of the stairs, he stops and scans the crowd. A lot of people had arrived since he had gone up stairs. His eyes stop when they reach your group, landing on yours. Holding your stare for a few seconds with a dark look to his eyes, but once you realize what’s happening, you look away quickly. You turn your head to Stacy. 

“I think I need a drink,” you tell her.

“You’ve got one,” she giggles. You take the cup in your hand, downing what was left as you look at her, making her shake her head before you walk off. You’re standing in the corner of the makeshift bar mixing your new drink when you hear an all too familiar voice.

“Gonna be a long night if you keep drinking like that, love” Dongmin tells you as he walks up beside you.

“And? You’re not the boss of me,” you sass him, feeling the alcohol take hold of you already.

“Wow, okay,” he laughs. “Feeling it already, huh?”

“So what if I am?” you say with a raised eyebrow. He shrugs his shoulders.

“Maybe you wanna slow down a little?” he asks you.

“Why would I wanna do that?” you ask.

“Cause you’re gonna feel terrible tomorrow,” he tells you as he moves a little closer to you. You turn to face him.

“So? I can handle it. Why do you care anyway? You’re not my boyfriend,” you scoff at him. He leaned closer to you, placing his hands on the counter on either side of you.

“I know you can handle it. I know you’re a big girl, you can take care of yourself. And no, I’m not your boyfriend,” he tells you as he keeps his face close to yours, bringing his hand up to lightly run down your jawline before continuing. “I could be, but not like this. I wouldn’t start it like this. Wouldn’t be right,” he finishes before quickly pulling back and walking away. You let out a rush of air, the breath that you’d been holding and didn’t realize. 

“What the fuck?” you mumble to yourself before you down the half-drink you’d just made and make another. You walk back to Stacy and pull her to the side, telling her what happened, watching her eyes go wide. “The fuck does that mean? What am I supposed to do with that?”

“Breathe, Y/N.” she tells you as she puts a hand on your shoulder. “It means you need to sober up and go talk to him,” she tells you. “Go get some water, maybe something to eat, then go find him.” You nod your head as you take a few breaths and walk towards the table. You grab a bottle of water from the cooler on the way before you start to make a small plate. Once you make your plate you grab a napkin and a fork, looking up to make your way back to Stacy. Your eyes meet his across the living room and you stop in your tracks. He raises an eyebrow as he looks at you with a smile. You bite your lip and look away as you keep walking. 

“He keeps looking at me,” you whine in her ear when you get back to her. 

“What?” she asks confusedly.

“When I was leaving the table, he caught my eye when I was coming back over here and he raised his eyebrow like he was asking what I was doing and smiled,” you explain. “The fuck am I doing? I’m going home.”

“No! You should stay here and finish that and go talk to him,” she tells you.

“You know I won’t. You know I don’t have the balls to when I’m sober,” you tell her and she laughs.

“I do, but tonight is going to be different,” she tells you.

“How so,” you ask as you finish your water.

“Because you’ve already talked once, you can do it again,” she smiled. “And I think you’re ready. Let’s have you go out back and I’ll go find him and have him come out there for something.” You nod your head as you walk to the back door. To your surprise, there were actually not that many people outside for it to be as warm as it was. You leaned up against the rail looking up at the sky. It was a clear night and the stars were out. A few minutes later, you heard the door open very fast, making you spin around. 

“What? There’s no fight out here,” Dongmin says as he looks around like he’s lost something.

“Maybe they broke it up already?” you offered as he looked over at you. 

“What are you doing out here?” he asks.

“I needed a break,” you tell him. “Some quiet. To think.”

“Bout what,” he asks as he walks towards you.

“Everything,” you say as you look down at the deck. He holds your chin between his thumb and first finger, lifting your eyes to meet his. 

“You ok?” he asks you softly. “You seem more… calm than earlier.”

“Yea,” you say quietly with a small smile. He leans in slowly and presses a soft peck to your lips making your eyes go wide. “Wh-what was that for?”

“Just cause,” he says. 

“Cause why,” you laugh lightly.

“Cause I like you,” he tells you. You stare up at him. He reaches up and tucks a stray hair behind your ear. “Say something… please, or I’m gonna feel ridiculous,” he laughs.

“Uhm,” you start. “I, uh, I like you too.”

“Really?” he asks. You nod your head and bite your lip.

“Yea, for a while now. Stacy has been begging me to let her or Jungkook tell you but I wouldn’t,” you laugh.

“Why not,” he laughs back.

“I told her that if it was meant to happen, it would happen on its own,” you tell him with a shrug of your shoulders. 

“But she... sent me out here tonight,” he tells you.

“Yes, but if you remember, we started talking at the bar first,” you explain as you tilt your head.

“Ah, true,” he says with a nod. “You’re so cute sometimes,” he tells you, making you blush and bite your lip. He cups your face in his hand, his thumb rubbing across your cheek to pull your lip from between your teeth. “You really need to stop doing that.”

“Why?” you ask softly.

“Makes me want to kiss you that much more,” he says as he watches your face flush, making him smile. You look down at your feet making him put a finger under your chin and lift your eyes back up to his. “Why do you always do that?” he asks you.

“Do what?” you question him.

“Look away from me?” he answers.

“You uhm...you make me nervous,” you admit. He reaches out and takes one of your hands in his, playing with your fingers.

“Is that so?” he asks. You nod lightly. “Why?”

“I-I… I don’t know,” you stammer out.

“I think you do,” he tells you. You shake your head and he grins at you. “Y/N,” he laughs.

“What?” you laugh back. He puts his free hand on your waist and pulls you close to him, making you close your eyes as your free hand presses into his chest.

“What are you doing?” he laughs again.

“N-nothing,” you say. You suck in a breath as you feel him run a finger down your jaw. 

“Open your eyes,” he tells you. Hesitantly you open your eyes and you jump. He had leaned in closer than he was before, almost nose to nose. “Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi,” you squeak out and mentally curse yourself for letting your voice go higher than you wanted. Damn nerves. Damn Stacy for not letting you have SOME alcohol in your system when dealing with this. He leaned in a touch more and brushed his nose against yours, making you breathe in. 

“You ok?” he asked. 

“Mmhm,” you say as you nod. 

“You sure?” he asks as he watches your eyes, watching for any sign that you wanted him to stop. You nodded your head again. He let go of your hand, putting that hand on the back of your neck as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes closed as you let out a whimper against his lips. You kept one hand on his chest as the other slid up into his hair. He moved his lips against yours, you doing the same. You felt him running his hands up and down your back as he slid his tongue across your bottom lip before slipping it inside to glide against yours, making you moan into the kiss. The longer you kissed, the more heated it got. Both his hands on your waist now, you feel his fingers slip under the hem of your shirt as he turns to lean himself against the rail to pull you closer to him. His fingers splay out across your lower back keeping you pressed against him, lips still moving against each other. You slide a hand down, slipping it under his t-shirt and running it up his chest. Running your fingers lightly along his collarbone, you barely curve your fingers to drag your nails down his chest making him shudder. You feel his fingers dig into your skin as he growls against your lips, biting your bottom lip as he pulls back to look at you. He places another kiss on your lips as he looks at you before he says, “God, you’re gorgeous.” You feel your face flush the most it has all night and you lean your head to his chest to hide your face. You feel his chest rumble as he laughs. “I love how cute you are,” he tells you. 

“Stop teasing me,” you mumble with your face in his chest, making him laugh again.

“I’m not trying to tease you, love,” he laughs as he pulls you away from his chest. He pulls your face to look up at him. “I love that you blush so easily. I find it endearing. It’s sweet,” he tells you as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “You know… I’ve thought about kissing you for so long,” he admits as he looks down at you. You glance up at him through your eyelashes as you bite your lip. He quickly takes your hips in his hands, twisting you around until you’re leaning against the railing and him leaning over you. “Can’t be doing that now, love,” he says in a low voice.

“B-but, I didn’t do anything,” you tell him, causing him to smile. 

“You don’t even know what you do to me… Do you?” he asks as he leans his forehead against yours. You feel your face flush as you shake your head no and look at your feet. You hear him lightly laugh. “Y/N,” he almost whispers. You hum in response. “Look at me.” You slowly bring your eyes up to meet his. He reaches across himself taking your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips as he presses a kiss to your palm. “Will you… let me show you?” he asks quietly as he gauges your reaction as he slides your hand down his chest slowly. Your eyes watch your hand as he slides it down until you realize what he’s doing and your eyes grow wide and snap up to his causing him to giggle and bite his lip. “I love how innocent you are,” he tells you.

“Here??” you whisper yell as you look up at him. He nods his head.

“We’re not gonna do anything now. I just want to show you,” he tells you, leaning his forehead back to yours again. You swallow thickly keeping your eyes on his as he ghosts his lips over yours. Goosebumps spread over your skin, shivering as you feel his breath against your lips.  When your fingers slip over his belt, he turns both his and your hands so your fingers point down. You notice his breathing increasing before he slips your covered hand down to palm himself through his slacks. He groans into your lips when he squeezes your hand against him. You feel his tongue brush against your lips as he licks his lips, making you shudder. The hand on your waist gripping you tighter as he pulls you closer. He closes the space between your lips, moving his against yours. You copy his actions, never breaking eye contact and your eyes grow wide as you feel him stiffen under your palm. He bites your bottom lip as he barely pulls back from the kiss, keeping your foreheads together and lips still touching. “Fuck… Y/N,” he breathes against your lips.

“That’s... not... just… because… of me,” you slowly say. A slow half-smile appears on his face. 

“What else would have caused this?” he asked as he squeezed your hand around him causing your eyes to fly shut as you bite your lip and blush. You hear him chuckle before he releases your hand. You hear him suck in a breath as you move your hand from its previous place. He takes a small step back from you leaving a little space between you. He runs his thumb down your cheek before he pulls your face up so you meet his eyes once again. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, love,” he tells you quietly, lifting his other hand to brush your hair behind your ear. “I just know that… you’re one of the ‘good ones’ as they say,” he tells you as he lets out a little laugh and you finally see his face slightly flush pink for once. “I know you wouldn’t ever think you could do ‘that’ to someone so… I wanted to… prove it… to you, I guess? You just... You…” he stops mid sentence to cup your face in his hands and run his thumbs across your cheeks. “You’re so amazing. You just choose not to see it. It’s in the way you treat your friends, how you always stick up for people that are being treated badly, how you always treat people nicely and how you smile even when you are having a bad day. It’s how beautiful you are when you’re just waking up or when you’re asleep. It’s how your face lights up when you see a dog in the park or when you’re walking down the street, how you can make a sad or crying kid laugh and smile in minutes when no one else can, and it’s how your friends love you back. Sometimes there are those friends that you’re just like ‘eh whatever’ but then there are those friends that you would do anything for and I know your friends are like that with you, and I’m hoping we can grow closer too,” he smiles at you sweetly, brushing the tears off your cheeks with his thumbs. “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry,” he says quietly. You raise your hands to grip his wrists as he still cups your face.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him. “I don’t mean to.”

“You’re okay?” he asks. You nod your head slightly.

“No one’s ever been so nice to me,” you admit as you gaze up at him. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips. 

“So, what do you say? You wanna head back inside? Mingle some more? Together?” he asks you with a playful wink that makes you slightly flush yet again. He laughs again as he takes your hand in his to pull you away from the railing, slipping his arm around your waist and yours around his as you walk back inside. You stop at the makeshift bar to grab drinks before returning to the party. You see Stacy sitting on Jungkook’s lap on the couch as you round the corner and you hide your face in Dongmin’s side as you see her smile widely and poke Jungkook in the chest. You feel his chest rumble as he laughs. You already know what he’s laughing at without asking. He squeezes at your side as he walks towards them and takes the seat beside them, pulling you down on his lap much like Stacy was sitting with Jungkook. She looked at you with eyebrows raised. 

“Y/N?” Stacy called your name and you looked over at her, face slightly flushed.

“Yea,” you said. 

“You got something you wanna tell us?” she asked. You thought for a second as she looked from Dongmin to Jungkook then back to you. 

“Nope,” you said with a smile. Dongmin nearly choked on his drink laughing. “Sorry,” you told him as he coughed to catch his breath.

“No, that was great, love,” he laughed. 

“Love?” Stacy said. “When did that happen?”

“Okay, nosey. Mind your own business,” you sass at her. She looks at you with her mouth hanging open. 

“What has gotten into you tonight?” she laughs. “I like it.”

“We are in the middle of a party. I don’t like discussing private matters in a sea of people, most of whom I don’t know,” you tell her in a quiet voice. 

“Alright… we can carry on this conversation… later… if you two wish,” she smiles at you, looking between you and Dongmin.

“Thank you,” you tell her as you turn your attention back to the party. Dongmin squeezes your side reassuringly as he turns placing a kiss to the side of your head. 

“Breathe,” he whispers to you. “Never seen you so fiery.” You can feel him smiling against your hair.

“Too many people I don’t know to be talking about private things,” you whisper back. The party lasted another couple hours before everyone started trickling out. Finally everyone was gone by 3 and you all started cleaning the majority of the trash up, deciding to leave some for the next day. 

“Okay… It’s just us four.... And he’s not in here for you to be shy around, so talk,” Stacy says as you’re cleaning up the table while the guys are in the kitchen, no doubt having this same conversation.

“Ugh, fine…” you grumbled as you rolled your eyes. You glanced over at the kitchen window surprised to see that Dongmin had been leaning against a counter facing you, already looking your way. You made a face at him, making him laugh before you turned away. 

“What was that?” Stacy asked you.

“He was looking at me,” you tell her.

“So you make a face?” she questions you. You shrugged your shoulders. “Normally you turn red and walk away.”

“That was before the party,” you tell her.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Well, he said he liked me, and I said I liked him too,” you explain.

“Well… was that all?” she demanded.

“No,” you say as you shake your head.

“Ugh, What else is there?” Stacy groaned.

“I…” you started as you glanced up at Dongmin. He winked at you, making you flush slightly as you shook your head and smiled. “I don’t kiss and tell,” you said as you smiled at her. She let out an audible gasp.

“You did not...” she said as her mouth hung open making you laugh. You watched Dongmin, who was watching you, out of the corner of your eye. He tilted his head and he smiled to where it made his eyes crinkle. That was your favorite. He loved when you laughed. You nodded your head at Stacy. “But you could barely be around him before the party,” she said.

“I know,” you admit to her. “Honestly, I’m not even completely sure what happened.”

“And to think… you didn’t even want to come tonight,” she said as she crossed her arms.

“Oh shut it,” you said as you threw a balled up napkin at her, making Dongmin laugh. 

“So… are you… dating?” she asked you. You shrugged your shoulders. 

“Dunno,” you tell her. “Doesn’t matter to me right now.”

“Really?” You hear Dongmin’s voice say in your ear making you jump as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Fuck you scared me,” you laugh as he turns to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. “Stop,” you giggle, “that tickles.”  You feel him laugh against your skin before he pulls back just enough so you can hear him speak clearly.

“Not until you say you’re my girlfriend,” he tells you as he starts digging his fingers into your sides, tickling you.

“Okay, Okay… I give. Please stop,” you say between laughs. He shakes his head.

“You have to say it,” he tells you in a laugh. You try to catch your breath. 

“I do,” you tell him as you try to grab his hands and pull them away from you.

“You really think you can pull my hands away?” he laughs. He turns you around in his grasp to face him. You’re red faced and breathless from the tickling. “Catch your breath,” he tells you. It takes you a minute, but your breathing finally comes back to normal. “You good?” he asks and you nod in return. “Good, cause here’s round two,” he smiles at you. Before you have time to protest, he’s back at it, fingers digging into your sides again.

“Please,” you beg.

“Tell me,” he says. You take in a gasp of air.

“I’m…” you start between breaths of air and laughter. You take in another breath. “Yours,” you breathe out and his fingers stop their movements. Your breathing starts to slow as he lets you calm down. Once you can breathe normally again, you look up at him and smile. “I’ve been yours since the day we met.” His hands on your waist pull you to him and he presses his lips to yours. Your hands grab onto his arms for support before sliding up to wrap around his neck and pulling him down to you. You move your lips against his and you feel him smile against your lips before he begins to move his against yours. 

“Okay, lovebirds, break it up,” Jungkook says as he walks into the dining room. “We eat in here.” You bite his bottom lip as you both pull away from the kiss making him knit his eyebrows together and whine. 

“We need to go,” Stacy tells you and you pout with a laugh from everyone in the room. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll see each other tomorrow,” she says in a kiddie voice as she pats you on the head.

“Oh fuck off,” you tell her as you shove her hand away and walk towards the coat closet to grab your purse and jacket, Dongmin close behind you. 

“You okay?” he asks as you reach the closet door.

“Yea, I’m fine. She’s just teasing me and she knows I don’t like it,” you explain. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him and placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Thank you,” you tell him.

“For what? I didn’t do anything,” he says quietly.

“Yes you did,” you laugh. “You checked on me just now, for one. The two reasons you had me in tears tonight would be number two,” you laughed, “just tonight in general, I guess.” you smile as you look up at him. 

“My pleasure,” he says before he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips. 

@shyboyjeno

[shimesaki]

AVENGERS x NEW!Teen Avenger

-Author note.

Dear marvel readers; I’m just now starting to feel a little more confident and comfortable writing, so please bear with me 😭🙏🏻 but anyways this is an OC reader and is female….just an heads up. This is going to be an actual story so there will be multiple parts, i have no clue on how often ima do more chapter’s because i’m homed schooled, i do taekwondo, and work evenings to night shifts, so if your reading this keep an eye out please🫤.

Chapter 1 - the beginning.

Megan, get up you have school!!!!

Meg get up! I hear both my mom and my brother yell.

I’m up i’m up, what is it with everyone yelling at 6:00 in the morning?!?

As i drag myself out of bed i realize just how sore i am from yesterday’s boxing lesson, you know maybe getting boxing lessons from someone who just wants to hurt people instead of help them learn isn’t the best option. I say out loud as i was getting dressed.

Once i get into the kitchen to make my breakfast and get coffee i hear my step dad complaining again.

Pete please not this early in the morning! I look over to my brother whose sitting on the couch just watching tv.

Me: Hey, bruh!

Brother: Huh? Oh what’s up?

Me: Do you mind taking me to school today? Looks like mom won’t be able too, considering she’s arguing with Pete….again.

Brother: Sure thing, do you need to leave now?

Me: Preferably if you don’t mind.

Brother: *gets up* Not at all just let me grab my keys real fast.

Me: Aya captain! *cue salute*

I grab my backpack and everything i need for my first day of school, even though its mid way through the first semester, we moved here not too long ago, and my mom didn’t want me home all the time even tho thats the definition of homed schooled.

Alrighty bambi you ready to go? I hear my brother say.

Bambi? Really? And yes i am.

What? Your quiet, shy, and kind. So your nick name is bambi.

But i’m not really tall.?¿ Doesn’t matter meg.

Okay then? I have no clue how you would’ve thought of that considering you haven’t seen the movie.

HEY! Me and mom watched it when you were gone last night. Which by the way you still haven’t told me where you go, so tell me where do you go?

Uhm..boxing.. i mumble

What?

Boxing!

MEGAN! Mom and Pete are going to kill you!! You know where they stand on fighting, you were already close to getting kicked out of the house with the amount of fights you get into what are you thinking?!

Where they stand?! Chris, they are CONSTANTLY fighting!!

Not physically!

The type of fighting doesn’t matter Chris! Its still fighting! I’m just boxing for self defense, considering you all refuse to pick me up from work, even though i get off at 12:00 at night! Walking home alone in the dark, from a place that has an population of people that like to hurt kids who walk alone! And no for your information i did not start any of the fights, i finished em but I didn’t start the fights.

I tell him and when I didn’t hear anything i just turned my head to the window. As we arrive at my school, i look over at chris.

I’m sorry.. but please don’t tell the parents. Please.

Fine, I won’t.

Thank you. I say as i get out of the car. Seeya later, byee.

What the pixe dust… why is everything destroyed?! I think to myself when i see inside the school.

Hey kid move out of the way!! Get out of here! I hear a person say. I turn to the voice to see two guys one wearing a American flag all over him and the other with a bow and arrow.

Uhm..so no school? I say.

Get ou- what? They both looked at me like i was crazy.

The school is being attacked and your worry is if there’s school?! The guy with the bow and arrow asked.

Well no, today is my first day here, and i really don’t want to get an lecture from my family..

Why would you get a lecture- the guy wearing the American flag outfit began to ask when something comes flying to me from behind.

Before he could do anything i duck and it goes into the wall.

What the fu- was that?! The guy with the bow and arrow asked.

A piece of metal! I say as i moved to it.

Well obviously, what are you doing?

Seeing what kind of metal it is?

No you need to get out of the school before it goes down hill anymore than what it is. I ignore who ever said that and I realize that it came from the building.

No.

NO?! They say together.

No we all need to get out the school is about to fall down.

We all look at each other and the America guy hits the side of his ear.

Avengers, we need to get out of here the building is about to collapse! Yes everyone is out.

Alright kid, Hawkeye lets get out.

Where would be the best way to get out? I’m going to assume the guy with the bow and arrow name is Hawkeye asked.

The door…? Said America man right as wood collapses in front.

Nope..uhh Window? Hawkeye asked.

Maybe?

I walk up to the window realizing its also blocked.

What about the vents? I know its nasty and all but would it work? Americaman said.

Lets go! Alright kid common-

You know there is an emergency exit right? I say as i open the door not knowing whats behind the door.

KID WATCH OUT! Is all i hear before something blast me and knocks me out.

— time skip—

What the h3ll? I say as all i see is a bright light.

Welcome back to the world of the living! I open my eyes to see a random man staring at me.

AH WHAT THE MEDUSA’S SNAKE?! I practically yell.

OUCH! Is all i hear along with a groan and multiple laughs.

Thor we told you not to do that! I hear a woman say.

But you didn’t listen… i hear a other women’s voice.

I sit up but immediately regret it as everything is hurting.

Where am i?

American man- your at the Avengers tower. You were blasted with electricity so we took you back here and Bruce fixed you up.

American man… i mumble

I’m sorry? He says.

My..Mom..is..going..to..kill..me! Crap i gotta get home!

Hey hey its okay, we called your parents.. the school’s principal provided your dad’s number!

My DAD?!? NO!

Oop someone is scared of there dad. I hear hawkeye say.

MEGAN LIA WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!? Is all i hear.

Nooooo not again. I say with disgust.

This happend before?! I hear a other guy say.

I look over to see my dad, and my mom’s current husband.

Lets go! Pete says and i reluctantly get up and walk with them out side to their car, once i get in their car is when the ear fulls started.

Oh my please not this again! I thought to myself.

Me and your mother had enough of your fighting, you will go live with your uncle! Pete yells in my face.

I look at him. Why doesn’t MY mom tell me that, you know instead of the step dad who doesn’t give a shit about us.

Megan your going to live with your uncle end of discussion. My mom says quietly i look over at my bio dad.

I’m sorry meg but i’m not fit to be looking after you… my dad say’s he then gets in his car and drives off.

And neither is your mother you know the amount of health issues she has! I hear pete say.

Well she wouldn’t have that much if you wouldn’t use her as a punching bag….i mumble.

What was that?! Nothing nothing at all.

Mom… fine i will live with my uncle take a responsibility off your list. Was the last thing i said before i put my ear buds in and ignore em.



Back at the AVENGERS Tower.

Steve’s pov:

Steve: Her Dad looked familiar…

Tony: Steve you think a lot of people look familiar.

Thor: My nose still hurts! I hope her hand is okay!

Nat: I’m pretty sure it is.

Wanda: The real question is are you okay?

Thor: Yes i am.

Clint: Okay, so are we just gonna ignore the kid’s reaction to seeing her family? She looked annoyed, shocked, and terrified.

Bruce: Your right, she also had old and new bruises on her!

Tony: That could mean a lot of different things lets not jump to conclusions.

Steve: I agree lets not-

I get interrupted by my phone ringing.

This is Rogers.

Uh let me talk to my boss rq. Well i live where i work, give me a second.

Hey Tony!

Whats up rogers.

Can my niece come live here? I’ll enroll her in school.

You have a niece rogers?

I do, i just haven’t seen her in a long while. Last time i saw her she was a baby.

You’ll be able to keep an eye on her?

Yes tony. I give him a seriously look.

Alright rogers she can.

Thank you tony!

Yes i’ll come pick her up, are you guys still living in the same house?

No? Well tell me the address please. Alrighty thank you see you in 30 ish minutes. After i hang up i grab my keys.

Hey i’ll be back!

Alrighty have fun! Nat says.

I get in my car and go to her house. I get there in 30 minutes.

I knock on the door and there’s my sister who was frozen in time.

Steve! Thank you for coming to get her! Come on in.

MEGANN! YOU READY TO LEAVE?!

YES MA!

A girl walked down and I realize she’s the one we helped.

Mom why did i have to live with my un- Its You!! Your the guy that had the American uniform!

Author note-

I know this chapter is a lot shorter than even i thought it would be, but ima try to write chapter two! I apologize if I spelled anything wrong, and its a weird chapter and i’m not the best at writing either soo.

[rentalboos]

I know I’ve gotten very quiet about Thoschei and I only now realise my grave mistake, because it’s been over a year, probably, that I haven’t talked about my theory that Susan, the Doctor’s grandchild, isn’t actually the Doctor’s grandchild at all but the Master’s daughter and that’s fatal, that’s not okay because there’s new people coming in here (probably) and they need to KNOW.

So here goes.

Missy mentions having had a daughter, then gets interrupted.

Who’s the Master’s daughter? Who knows, we never heard of her.

Speaking of relatives we never heard of - Susan’s parents, what’s up with them? When we enter the magical, actually allegedly scientific world of Doctor Who, Susan’s parents are never mentioned. She’s just hanging out with her gramps. When gramps decides is her time to be shipped off and married to some human dude she met a day ago? He just drops her off. He seems to have no responsibility to her family whatsoever. No children he ever visits or mentions or grieves who would’ve all apparently have to die. As Time Lords. Who can regenerate. Without any mentioned War or anything of the sort. Hmmmm...

Just Susan.

Now, I’m not one to dismiss looms, I’m not. Maybe she just popped into existence from a bit of DNA but then......... uhm. The question kind of stays: Why is he her grandfather.

Enter MY THEORY *drum rolls* The Master. Big bad baddie the Doctor had, canonically, a big bad crush on during their school years. Who slowly corrupts and turns more evil and eventually gets spied on the by CIA, (Celestial Intervention Agency .... basically Time Lord police) and then, after kiiiind of blowing up a planet (on accident, honestly, the CIA was a lot more to blame here), exiled from Gallifrey.

Leaving behind his daughter. Who’s very lost and very young and doesn’t understand. And the Doctor has been worried about her for a while, quite frankly, ever since the Master’s descent into ... whatever he was descending into. (Mostly darkness and madness and all the other villain-nesses). And anyway, he’s basically family, right? The Master won’t mind (he will). So the “I always know what’s best for everyone” saviour complex is kicking in, basically. He kidnaps Susan (the first Doctor was a huge fan of kidnapping, that’s how he canonically starts the show, after all). Tells her to tell him grandfather, until she grows up believing it. Barely remembering her father, if at all. (If we’re to believe Big Finish, she doesn’t remember him one bit, actually, but I have an Issue with regarding anything James Dreyfus voiced as anything close to canon, because of his unfortunate transphobia) (don’t give me these looks) (yes I consider The Dark Path canon over Big Finishs, it’s not my fault they used Dreyfus okay?)

And that’s that. Years of resentment about this one thing neither of them want to speak about - one doesn’t admit they care about their child, still. That they were deeply hit by having lost it forever (I mean the Doctor DROPPED HER OFF AT EARTH WITH A STRANGER, LEFT AND GAVE HER NO METHOD TO CONTACT HIM OR ANYONE FROM GALLIFREY OR GO HOME OR. ANYTHING. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. AND THEN A TIME WAR HAPPENED.)

And one too ashamed of themselves to ever mention it.

Tadaaaaah. Here’s my annual “Susan is the Master’s child” post. I know y’all missed it! Enjoy!

[simp999]

A New Home Ch. 18

Various! Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.3k

Back to the start! Previous Next

Tasha got into contact with Skull, and they decided on where to have lunch. She said that it was out of the Plaza, but she wouldn’t tell you where, not expecting you to know it. But with a quick look around the area, you realized that you’d be having lunch at Crusty Sean’s, in Inkopolis Square.

‘So this is the transition between the Square and Plaza, huh? It’s not as far away as I thought it’d be.’

Your team makes it to the temporary counter that he has set up, since it seems Goggles has already destroyed the truck. Aloha spots you and waves you over. The table isn’t big enough for eight people- no, there’s one too many there. What’s Rider doing here? Oh, he must have just finished hero mode with Goggles.

You do a quick once-over of him, making sure that he hasn’t sustained any visible injuries, and you smile at him, glad to see that he’s alright. Milo has already moved a table closer to theirs so you guys can actually hang out, and you all order your food. 

You all catch up, talking about any recent battles and whatnot. It’s really nice, you weren’t expecting to feel so… casual with them. You all got along well, noticing that you had reasons to get along with each of them. This was quite a big deal for your teammates too, Leo has seemed to calm down around Aloha, but he’s still obviously really happy to be around him. They seem to get along well, their energy building off of one another. 

Milo’s more talkative today, and it’s good to see him be more himself. He finally gets the courage to voice his respect for Army, and it’s pretty cute, to be honest. They begin talking about strategies, and you can tell that you’re about to be trying out lots of new stuff in battles. 

Tasha may be reserved, but she always wants to improve. She seemed to be showing Skull one of your battles, asking for tips. Skull’s pointing out small issues with her form, but that’s about it. How sweet. 

To think that your teammates have lived their whole lives looking up to these players that used to be so out of reach, and now they’re simply just hanging out with them. What a dream come true. Mask’s not one to talk and hang out, so he’s just sitting and watching some anime on his phone. You recognize the opening and smile, it’s good to see that they have the same anime here.

“So.”

Rider faces you, gaining the attention of some others.

“When are we having that battle?”

Now the whole S4 are looking at him- more like glaring at him. Your eyes widen, and you see that this might create some problems. You know that they probably want to battle you, given how you’ve risen the ranks so quickly, they just haven’t said it out loud.

‘Rider, you idiot, not now!’

“WE’RE BATTLING RIDER?!”

Thanks Leo, big help.

“I haven’t talked it out with my teammates yet. We’re still not strong enough to-”

“-WE CAN TOTALLY KICK YOUR ASS!”

‘Leo, I’m about to bust your kneecaps, shut up.’

You sigh and shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Why didn’t we hear about this?” Tasha tries her best to appear calm, but you can tell she wants answers. You have to come up with something, now.

“I… I didn’t think we were ready. Sure, we have trained, but I know we can get stronger. I want to take Rider on when we’re at our strongest, it’s only fair.”

“We’ll always be getting stronger. We’ll continue improving, and battles are the main way to do that. Which means battling strong players-”

“WHICH MEANS I WANNA TAKE HIM ON, RIGHT NOW! C’mon, we’re strong enough! We’ve been training for a while now, and we know how to play well together! A battle with him’ll be real fun!”

There’s really no backing out now, huh? Leo won’t shut up about this, and Tasha looks like she wants to try out some stuff she just learned from Skull.

“Alright, alright. We’ll battle.”

Rider smirks at that, glad he finally landed some time with you- uhm, some time to battle. Yeah, to get stronger, of course.

“Hey, hey, hold on there, sweetheart. I want a battle too, Rider’s not the only S+ ranker here.”

“I can only battle one person at once, ‘Loha.” you glance over at your team, namely Leo, who definitely looks like he’s about to cause a scene if you don’t say what’s on his mind, “It’ll happen.”

“I want to see some of your strategies up close as well.” Army pitches in, not wanting to miss any chances to gain more information. Skull and Tasha seem to be staring each other down, almost like they’re challenging each other. Mask doesn’t care too much about battling you in turf, preferring gaming, but he’s no longer focused on his anime. He can’t be left out now.

“Man, we’re almost better off just battling the S4 altogether.” You mumble to yourself, weighing out your options.

“Huh? They’re a team?!” Leo exclaims, surprised at what you just so calmly said.

“Dude? I thought you were like, the biggest Aloha fan ever. How did you not know this.”

Everyone seems shocked that you knew that they were a team, even them. What, was it not obvious? Did they not fight as a team- carp. That’s later in the manga. Damn it, now you’ve gotta make up an excuse.

“They’re the strongest players in the area, and you expect them to not make a team?” You look over at the S4, pretending to not know this information, “You guys are a team, right?”

Aloha offers you a nod,

“Strongest in town, baby!”

Yeah, you’re not too sure about that last part. They’re about to meet their match. Anyways.

“The S4’s a team?!”

An unknown voice joins the chat, and you’re the first to see who it is. Goggles. 

‘Oh, that’s where we are in the manga.’

You see how Specs and Headphones get visibly nervous seeing the S4, but then they spot you. You offer them a wave and smile, glad to see them again. Specs quickly looks away, fixing his glasses, and headphones shyly waves back.

“Goggles, quit getting distracted!” Specs pushes his glasses back in place and pulls out a notepad, “We’re about to start our strategy meeting!”

Army offers his ‘advice’, giving the blue team some curry-making tips. He must have gotten those from the book he was reading back at the library. Aloha looks back at you and winks, then gives the blue team his tips. “Complementing their strong points~” You sigh and smile, it seems you’re not changing the core story that much. Mask doesn’t give them any info, to be expected of him. Skull tells them to not bother him, then reaches for his bandanna. You chuckle, knowing how excited they must be to see his face, but it’s not gonna happen. 

Actually, how does he eat that Sundae so quickly? You pay attention to him, wanting to see this up close. How does he not get a brain freeze after that? He must be used to it. Rider copies him and you wonder if maybe he has a sweet tooth too. The blue team focuses on you, probably expecting some kind of tip. There’s not much to offer, they’re doing everything right.

“No need for any tips, you’ve already got main character powers.” You mutter to yourself, just loud enough for Mask to catch it and quietly chuckle.

The bunch of players end up talking and hanging out. You end up buying everyone some ice cream sundaes, knowing you’ve got much more than enough money to spare. This will also help out Crusty Sean with his shop, so there’s no harm.

“It’s time to go.”

Tasha stands up out of her seat, apologizing for having to leave. You didn’t think you had any timings, so you’re wondering why they’re leaving all of a sudden. Your teammates start walking in the direction of Deca Tower, and now you’re really confused.

“What’s going on here?”

“Oh? Did we forget to tell you? We’re doing our preliminary battle for the Square King’s tourney.”

Next Part

May.13.23

[yumeasmrscript]

[PART 4] Sharing your worries to the Wizard [M4A] [Fantasy] [Neko Listener] [Comforting] [Reassurance for your body] [You finally made the wizard blush too]

Author notes: Part 4 is out! With this, the second narrative arc is starting: fluff increase, their bond gets deeper… And we get to know more about them! As always, it is okay to monetize with the script, and feel free to make small edits to the scripts to make things sound better, or if you want you can change sfx and such!

If you haven’t read the other parts, I’ll leave you the link below <3

Hope you will enjoy!

Summary: It’s been a month since the Wizard found you, you are now living together! In exchange for food and hospitality, you started working for him. In the meantime, the Wizard is still looking for a way to reverse the curse you have. One day, you went out together to buy some things you need at home, but something makes you uncomfortable. Keeping quiet, you wait for the sun to set to open up.

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[Action/things happening] *Moods* Thinking

*Concentrated* So… we got fruits, we got a new set of glass bulb for the potions… Some herbs… What was the last thing we needed?

Oh, yeah, you’re right! I finished my ink. I’m glad your memory works better than mine. Now that I think about it, I… need to buy another book. I know it’s been a while… and we still have yet to do some real progress, but I haven’t forgotten about your curse.

*Frustrated* I know you’re in no rush, I know, but still… It’s frustrating not being able to do anything about it. I mean, I’m a wizard, I’m supposed to know how magical things works, and yet… here I am, with no clue on how to help you.

*Gentle, happy* Aw, you will wait no matter how long it will take? Thank you, kitty. It’s heartwarming to hear you say that. I’ll do my best to find a solution as quickly as possible.

[Shivering]

*Caring* It’s… so cold today, huh? The wind keeps blowing… How is it in those clothes? It’s been a while since we went out together, and the weather keeps getting colder, are you alright? Are they warm enough?

I’m glad. I wouldn’t want you to freeze out here. Oh, careful!

[Strong wind blowing]

Here, I got you! That was close, the wind is really strong today. Oh, and your hoodie too… back in place. Are you okay? ...Good. Hm? Hey, what’s that expression?

What do you mean “it’s nothing”? It’s true that it’s not much since we met, but I think I know you well enough to see that it’s not “nothing”. Uhm… are you sure the clothes are warm enough?

Okay, so… what’s bothering you? You know you can tell me anything.

*Confused* You… just want to go home? I mean, if that’s what you want… we don’t often get the chance to come here in the village, so I thought you could have enjoyed today’s errands. Are you tired? Or maybe the things you’re carrying are too heavy for you?

Okay, well… you only want to go back?

*Calm* All right then… okay, let’s do this. Why don’t you go back with the glass bulbs? I need to start the base mix for a few potions, and I could really use some help. You know… water, silver root… the usual. In the meantime, I’ll get the ink and the book, okay?

Great! I’ll see you later then. Hold tightly to the gem as soon as you get home, so I’m sure you got there safely, all right? Perfect. Be careful on your way back, see you later!

[Footsteps]

*Concentrated* Okay, so… let’s get these things. If I have to be honest… doing errands on my own is kind of boring. It feels lonely without them. There should be a bookshop over there, maybe they have the manual I need…

[Time skip]

[Bubble sounds, door opening and closing]

Kitty, I’m home! I’m so sorry it took so long… *Slightly sad* The ink was the easiest thing to retrieve in that bookshop. As for the book… unfortunately, there was nothing that could be of any help. We quickly tried to go through each one of the magic manual, but… nothing. *Hopeful* Still, I won’t lose hope. And neither you should! I’m sure we will find a way to reverse the curse.

Hm? Why are you so quiet?

*Surprised, happy* Oh, you prepared the base? And you also prepared the poison potions? And you made dinner? Aw, thank you kitty, you’ve helped a lot. You did even more than I could have expected! Listen… why don’t you go relax upstairs? I’ll finish writing a few things and I’ll come too, so we can eat together.

They seem a little bit… off. I wonder why… They looked fine until we parted ways at the village. Did something happen? Or maybe I did something wrong? Hm… I wish they would just tell me. It’s clear that something’s bothering them… but what could it be?

[sound of pen writing, paper…]

*Concentrated* Hm… this one for tomorrow, that old lady needs a healing potion, the other guy a chanted amulet… And done. With this I’ll be able to follow the schedule. Now, let’s just end the day.

[Sound of door being locked]

The store is closed for today, everything is ready for tomorrow. I’ll just go upstairs and get some rest. I wonder… if they’ll tell me what’s going on in their mind now.

[Footsteps]

*Gentle* I’m here, kitty. Oh, you’re watching out the window?

*Calm* You’re right, there’s the full moon tonight. That means… it’s been a month already, huh? Since… you started living here. Time sure flies when you have fun.

*Jokingly, happy* I’m serious! Since you started working here, things have been so much easier. I can’t believe I’ve been sleeping every night in the past few weeks, I can’t even remember the last time I had such a regular sleep schedule *Chuckle*. *Calm, gentle* And… I hope you are having a better time here than the one you had before.

Oh, you do? That’s a relief, kitty.

Well, of course! Did you think I would have let you sleep on the floor or something? Or that I would have forever given up my bed? I told you I would have found a way to create a space for you too, so you could have felt… at home. Who cares if my room has half the space it had before, luckily there was enough room for the both of us! And… thanks to this wooden sliding door, now we both have our privacy.

No, I’m not “too kind”, that’s the least I can do for you. You are still helping here every day, that’s only fair. And, by the way, thanks for the help today at the village. I… enjoyed going there with you. *Slightly shy, just a hint of insecurity* Maybe, next time, why don’t we go in that cafè we saw today? Unfortunately we didn’t have the time today, but… it’s a pity to always think about work. So, yeah... what do you think?

Uhm, you don’t have to answer right away, kitty. If you want to think about it, it’s fine, of course, but… is there a problem? With… going out, I mean.

*Confused* It’s not about that? Then, what is it about?

Huh? Well, I thought that there was something bothering you, and I can clearly see it now from your face but… *Jokingly* reading people’s mind it’s not a superpower wizards have. Though there are potions that can help with that.

Aw, don’t give me that look *chukle*, I’m not going to use these vile ways to know what’s in that brain of yours. *Calm* Seriously, though, you know you can tell me anything, and that if you want to keep some things for yourself, I’m not going to force you to open up. Okay?

*Gentle* Good. So… do you want to talk about it?

Oh? Uhm, yes, I can turn around if you want. Why?

*Confused* What… what’s the problem in looking at you?

Okay, okay, fine, I’ll just do that. Here, I’m turning my back to you. So what’s happening now?

[small pause]

*Confused* Kitty?

[Small pause]

*Even more confused* Uhm…

[Small pause, turning around again]

What are you… *Surprised and embarrassed* Woah, Sorry! It’s not like I wanted to peek, I just… I mean, you weren’t saying a word… I swear I didn’t see anything! *Confused*...Wait, did you just… shifted to your cat form and back to human again? Why?

Oh, I see… you wanted to try shifting to a fully human form, and it didn’t work? But… I mean, isn’t that normal? The curse is not lifted yet, and…

*Gentle* Aw, Hey, hey… come here. Don’t make that face. We’re going to find a solution, I told you we would. It’s a promise, kitty. I’m sorry I didn’t make any progress up until now, but… I’m sure we’ll find a way. Is that… what’s bothering you?

[Small pause]

*Comprehensive* Oh, So this is how you truly feel, huh? You’re scared to go outside, you feel vulnerable out there now and… this is the only place you feel safe. Yeah, I bet… the wind didn’t help, it exposed your cat ears for a brief moment. Were you afraid that someone could have seen you?

Well, yes, you are right. It’s not that common for a human to have some animal features. Not even uncommon, actually, just… close to zero. Well, personally, with all of the magical stuff I’ve seen, a human with feline features is still pretty “normal” to me. But it’s true, maybe for standard people would be strange something like this. *Worried of being misunderstood* I- I’m not saying you are strange, let’s be clear on this. Even because we both know you are a human, after all, and it’s not a curse that will make you “strange”.

*Confused, slightly angry* Huh?! What- what are you saying?! Sure, curses sucks and all, but you’re not disgusting! Why would you say that?!

*Frustrated* Yes, I am looking at you and there’s nothing “disgusting” about you! I mean… who cares if you have cat ears? Who cares if you have a tail? Fangs? Claws? Because I sure don’t! You are beautiful, even if you’re not fully human.

*More gentle now* Yes, there are. There are so many things about you that are lovely and make you unique, and don’t you dare say the opposite, because that’s not the truth.

Is… is that so? Why didn’t you tell me before?

If… this can reassure you, there was nothing about that in the manual. Even though you might feel like sometimes you’re losing sight of your humanity, until someone ultimate the curse, you will be both cat and human. You won’t lose your humanity by staying like this, don’t worry. What you feel could be just the animal instincts kicking in from time to time, because… after all, you’re still cursed. Half cursed, to be fair. And… I bet it’s hard to live with these feelings, but… okay, listen, *Determined* I’ll work harder on this. I don’t want you to feel this way anymore. If I can’t find a way to lift the curse for now, I’ll study a potion, a chanted amulet or something that will help you suppress the feline instinct.

No, no, it’s fine, but you should have told me, kitty. I know you didn’t want to be a burden but… time is passing and it must be frustrating. I… don’t want you to feel this way. Until then, though… I just want you to know, that I don’t care if your appearance is not fully human. You are wonderful on the inside and gorgeous on the outside.

*Gentle* I know, you may feel insecure, scared even, but trust me, that even though your body has some animal traits, you are much more human than lots of people out there. You’re not the “monster” here. So, stop saying these things to yourself, kitty. *More annoyed, not at the speaker but at the other wizard* The one who’s a monster, disgusting, hideous and a filthy creature is the one who cursed you, not yourself. And if I ever cross path with him, I’ll make sure to let him know how much of a piece of trash he is.

*Gentle again* Hey, look at me. I’m serious. Your tail is soft, your ears are cute. Just like your fangs. Your sight in the dark has improved, your movements can be much more furtive. You can purr too, isn’t that relaxing for you too? Your senses are much more sharper. I know you would much rather be a human, but until we find a way to lift your curse, focus on this. Focus on the bright side of this shitty situation that bastard put you in: you gained the best from both sides.

*Confused* What, you don’t agree that’s the bright side? And what is it then?

*Surprised, happy and a little bit embarrassed* Wha--- I, uhm, didn’t expect that… No, I’m not blushing! [pause] *Flustered* No, I’m not. [pause] *Even more flustered* No, I’m--- listen, are you trying to get your revenge here for all the times you blushed? But… *Happy, calm* I really didn’t think you would have said that. I didn’t think… meeting me was the bright side. Your words filled my heart with joy, kitty. Thank you.

*Chukle* See? That’s what happens when you try to make other people blush. I saw your red cheeks, don’t try to hide them.

No, I’m immune to this. I only, uh, blushed a little bit because I was taken by surprise there. *Chukle*

[small pause]

*Gentle* Are you feeling… a little bit better now?

I’m glad. *Confused* ...Oh? You accept? Wait, what do you accept?

The invite…? *Surprised happy* Oooh! You mean, going to the cafè? So… you want to come after all? Aw, I’m so happy! *Excited* Then… how about next week? There should be a limited edition for both a new coffee and tea flavor, and I’m really curious to try them. And maybe, on the way back, we can also stop to buy something that’s not work-related, you know? Unless, of course, you want to go home.

Hm *The “hm” as a chuckle tone*, that makes me happy. I mean… *Relieved, calm* I’m glad that you won’t let your worries to hold you back. I… like that about you. It’s fine if sometimes you feel overwhelmed, and you can always talk to me when it happens, but… see? This strength you have, to face what worries you, I think… it’s really admirable.

Aw, you’re welcome kit-

[soft sound of a sudden hug]

...Huh? *Soft, tender chuckle* *Surprised, happy, soft tone* I think… this is the first time you hug me. I didn’t expect that.

Oh, no, it’s fine, of course. Why wouldn’t it be? Here… let me hold you too. You deserve a hug too.

[Hair stroking for a few seconds, in silence]

[Purring sound]

Aww, they’re purring too… I’m glad they feel better and relaxed now. How adorable they are…

[small pause]

*slightly concerned* Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your ears. Yeah, I bet they’re delicate. *Gentle* You… don’t mind? You mean it, or you’re just being kind? *Chukle* But… you hair is really soft, just like your tail. And… Kitty, promise me you’ll never say those horrible things to yourself ever again. Okay?

Good… Now, do you want to have dinner? Because, I can smell something delicious from the kitchen and I’m really curious about what’s in there. *Happy, excited* Aww, you made my favorite? Thank you, kitty!

Well then, let’s go eat something. It’s not the first time you made something, so I’m sure it will be tasty as heaven. And once again, thank you for taking care of it. I’ll make sure to repay you the favor tomorrow, by preparing your favorite one. Come on now, let’s go.

The moment they suddenly hugged me… I think my heart stopped for a moment. If I have to be honest...I wish it had lasted longer. It’s been a while since I last felt this way about someone, and… it’s not because I’ve been alone for a while before meeting them, I’m pretty sure. There’s… something about them. This feeling... I slightly felt it when we first met, and it keeps growing the more I get to know them. And now, I only wish to have the chance to hold them again. Just… for a little while.

[honeymochibubbletea]

Hello my dearies~! Today will be my last post for this year of 2023! (I live in Brazil, so the new year is a little bit more later than in other countries haha)

And to finish the year with a golden key, i decided to post my mini fic of why Oliver (my Oc) decided to give Phantasmo (Fluffpillow’s Oc) a present! 🎁

Hope y’all like it! ;D

“But why did you do it…?”

Oliver: ”…wait, so you’re telling me Phantasmo never got a present from ANYONE…?”

T-oby who was currently in the row of the Walmart talking with Oliver: ”uh, yeah…? Well, of course, aside from me and Viola… Phantasmo never got presents from anyone else. But, given his reputation with the townsfolk and also his “hatred” for Christmas… it… isn’t that surprising…”

Oliver: ”well then… i’ll make something really nice and special for him!”

T-oby with a worried smile: ”uhm, are you REALLY sure about that…? I mean, not really wanting to demotivate you but… you know he can easily kidnap you and torture you and-“

Oliver with a determined smile: “Y-yes… i know that but… there’s also this small possibility of him liking my present! :D”

T-oby: “Alright then: you do you but just so you know that if anything happens to you, I won’t be able to help you, got that? I can’t really go against my dad’s orders…”

Oliver giving T-oby a thumbs up while smiling: “Alright! I know, I know. Now if you excuse me, i have a VERY SPECIAL present to give to a certain ghost! See you later T-oby!”

T-oby giving Oliver a small smile: “See you later! Can’t wait to see what you’re gonna do for my dad!”

One knitting session later…

Oliver seeing Phantasmo all alone in a cemetery: *whispering with themselves* “Alright Oliver, you can do t-this!”

*Oliver approaches Phantasmo nervously*

Oliver visibly shaking with excitement and fear: “H-hi… m-m-mister Phantasmo…?”

Phantasmo giving Oliver a glare: “Hmm?”

Oliver slowly approaching the present towards Phantasmo: “Uhh, p-please…? A-accept m-my present…? Pretty p-please…?”

Phantasmo looking at Oliver with suspicion and talking down on them with contempt: “And who may you be…?”

Oliver scratching the back of their head nervously: “O-oh…! S-sorry…! I haven’t introduced myself: the name is Oliver and… i am a big fan of yours… hehe…”

Phantasmo: “Oh~? Really now? How… “nice”. Say: why on earth are you giving ME a… present?” *Phantasmo uses his ghost tail to put some distance between him and Oliver*

Oliver: “Uhhm… because i think everyone deserves a little bit of happiness…? And also because i… uhm…” *Oliver starts avoiding Phantasmo’s eye contact and starts blushing*

Phantasmo looks at Oliver confused for a second and then, realized what Oliver wanted to say. He then smirked smugly at them and used his ghost tail to bring Oliver closer to him: “Well, well, well~ who would have thought~? You like me like… that. Don’t you~? Hmm~?”

Oliver who became a blushing mess: “i… i…”

Phantasmo shushing Oliver: “Ah, ah, ah~ don’t be shy now, here, let’s take a look at what you did for me, shall we~?”

*Phantasmo takes the present from Oliver and opens it*

Phantasmo looking curiously at the pink sweater that Oliver made for him: “Ooohh~! What a nice color! And it has a faint smell of coffee to it~ say: who told you that i liked these two things? Oh, oh, let me guess: T-oby, right? Did i guessed it right~?”

Oliver sweating nervously: “Y-yes… s-sir… w-well, at least he told me that you like coffee scent… the color i guessed because your eyes are pink s-so… y-yeah… hahaha…”

*Phantasmo then started chuckling mischievously… until he grabbed Oliver’s face violently while grinning angrily at them*

Phantasmo: “Did you seriously thought that i… liked your pathetic present~?”

Oliver: “Well i-“

Phantasmo: “WELL, let ME answer you that: no, I didn’t like your stupid present! I don’t care, you hear that?, I. DON’T. CARE. About Y O U. I am a murderous, deranged and psychotic man! Do you, an annoying little lad, think i would “magically” turn into a nice guy just because you were nice to me~? HA! Please, don’t make laugh~”

*Phantasmo then tossed the gift box very far away and dropped Oliver into the ground. While still holding the sweater into his hands and grinning maniacally*

Phantasmo: “Well, i hope this was… memorable for you, because to me, honestly: i will purposely forget you~ now, bye~ and oh, don’t bother trying to annoy me again, next time i see you, i will turn you into one of my experiments~”

*Phantasmo then fades away from Oliver’s view. Leaving them all alone in the cemetery… Oliver sighs sadly, readjust their glasses and gets up to leave the cemetery*

Meanwhile at the doctor’s mansion…

T-oby: “Ohhh! What’s that dad? Did Oliver gave you a sweater? Nice! And ohoho! Guess he guessed right your favorite color too! Did you thanked them?”

Phantasmo passing through T-oby with a neutral expression while holding the present that Oliver gave him: “. . .No.”

T-oby gasping: “Dad! You can’t be rude to the ONLY person who is nice to YOU! That’s it! You’re going to thank them on the new year!”

Phantasmo looking at T-oby with a mocking smile: “Really now~? And HOW do YOU plan on making me~?”

T-oby smirking triumphantly: “You do know that, without ME, you can’t work on ANYTHING… right?”

Phantasmo: “. . .I hate you. . .”

After the new year…

*Oliver listens a knock on their door and goes to open it*

Oliver: “Hello, how may i help you…?”

*Phantasmo was standing at their doorstep, with the pink sweater on and a letter on his floating hands*

Phantasmo: “Ahem… just… take it…”

*Oliver then grabbed the letter and opened it to read it*

Oliver reading the letter out loud: “My neighbor Oliver-“

*Phantasmo shushing Oliver and telling them to not read the letter out loud*

Oliver apologizing and returning to read the letter, but this time, much quieter: “My neighbor Oliver, have you know that i didn’t exactly hated your present… but don’t get any funny ideas from my approval of your present: i simply didn’t hated it. Sincerely, Dr. Phantasmo…”

Phantasmo starting to blush lightly: “T-that’s it… don’t expect more than this…”

Oliver smiling warmly at Phantasmo: “Would you like to stay a little bit longer for some coffee?”

Phantasmo scratching the back of his head and pulling his collar shyly: “Y-yes… i… that would be… lovely.”

[a-little-birdie]

Coming out as trans.

Gonna do my best to keep this as neutral as possible!! If you want me to write a specific gender or the reader coming out as a certain sexuality lemme know!!

Tw. None really. The reader is a little nervous which is understandable.

It was a rainy night and your parents were out so you wound up hanging out in the sewers with the gang. You were all sitting in a circle laughing playing some simple party games, like two truths and one lie. You all knew what each others boundaries are and trusted each other not to cross them. So everything was always in lighthearted fun.

“Okay, okay, my turn, uhmmmm,” Mikey tapped a finger on his chin as he looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. “Okay! I have never tried abstract art, I completed a lazar flip first try, and I have been training in the secret art of Mario Kart since I was seven.” He smiles at everyone, confident he’s going to win the round.

Leo scoffs. “Lazar flip obviously. That’s the hardest trick to do! No one can get it first try.” He waves his hand around nonchalantly before fishing around in the potato chip bowl.

Mikey shakes his head. “Nope! That’s a truth, Donnie was there for it!”

He points at his older brother who looks up from his screen at the mention of his name. “Hm? Oh, yes. I can confirm, Micheal got it first try.”

Leo looks at Mikey in astonishment and Raph hums. “Is it abstract art?” Mikey claps his hands and nods enthusiastically.

“Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ladies and gentlemen! We have a winner!!”

“Really? I thought you’ve tried every single art style out there?”

Mikey shakes his head. “Nope! I just don’t really get it, it doesn’t really speak to me like most art does.” He shrugs his shoulders, a lopsided grin on his face as he turns to you. “Your turn!” You blink on surprise and hug the pillow in your lap closer.

“Oh, uhm. Okay. Lets see. I love roasted anchovies and bananas on pizza.” You in fact hate it and everyone knows that. You tried it once after being triple Mad Dog dared and couldn’t finish a single bite, spitting it out immediately. “Splinters hugs are the best and…” you hesitate a second, nervous about what you were going to say next. Some small voice asked a whole bunch of ‘what if’s’ even when you know the answers to them. They won’t turn you away. “And I’m trans.” You finish your sentence and press your mouth into a thin line, waiting for their reaction.

They all look at you in surprise. Donnie had put down his screen, Leo stopped mid chew. They were all caught off guard. Raph was the first to break the silence. “Okay, cool! Have you figured out a new name or do you not want one?”

You shake your head. “I haven’t figured one out yet.” Everyone immediately lights up.

“Ooooo! Can we help? Please??” April asks her hands clasped together tightly, a large smile on her face.

“Sure, I’d appreciate it!” The chaos and laughter is back, everyone is spitballing names, cracking jokes, it’s great. You all continue talking late into the night. Even though you already knew they’d accept you, it’s really nice to hear it, to hear the support.

You fall asleep with a smile on your face, feeling safe. You have their backs, and they have yours. You couldn’t ever want for a better group of friends, because the one you have now is the best around.

[justafrogandherumbrella]

Welcome to Nowhere: Friends?— Pt.1

The sun has decided to set— but not all the way. For what feels like days, the bright, green globe has sat on the horizon, sitting perfectly still. You find this to be rather odd— though Emerson disagrees. When you asked them about it earlier, all they said was: “Yeah, it does that.” 

Now that you think about it, the sun has always behaved rather strangely— at least, in your opinion. Oftentimes, you’ll never see it set. It will just be there, and then it won’t. Night and day don’t seem to exist on a set schedule either. Sometimes it’s day, and other times it’s night. There’s been a few times where you’ve blinked and it’s gone from night to day— or vice versa. It’s all rather random, not to mention confusing. 

Because of all this nonsense, it’s become impossible to tell just how long you’ve been here. Somehow, it feels like you’ve both been here for years and years, yet also as though only a few minutes have passed. It’s eerie. You might even consider it wrong, in a way. 

But Emerson doesn’t seem to think so. When you brought it up to him earlier, he seemed to have no idea what you were talking about. You can only assume that if they aren’t worried, then you have no reason to be. After all, they know a lot more about existing than you do. You might find the sun’s nonexistent pattern to be odd, but frankly, you have no idea what should be odd. Maybe you should stop thinking about this; it’s making your head hurt. 

Anyway, you think you might be starting to get to know Emerson a bit better. Well, you can tell when they’re smiling now, at the very least. They also have a habit of humming under their breath when they're in a good mood. Still, it's pretty hard to tell what he’s thinking most of the time. 

At the current moment, he’s off wandering the fields somewhere while you anxiously wait for the sun to finally finish setting. 

After what feels like an eternity, Emerson returns, but the sun has not moved. 

“Hello,” they say as they walk up toward the jungle gym. 

You don’t answer. 

“Hello?”

“Yes?” You ask, briefly glancing at him.

“Uhm— what are you doing?”

“I’m waiting for the sun to set,” you answer, turning your gaze back to the sky.  Your eyes are starting to hurt. 

“... Right. Uhm— can I ask why though?”

“Because eventually it will.”

“You sure do love being mysterious, don’t you?”

You turn back around, looking down at them again. “Me, mysterious?”

Emerson grabs one of the bars at the bottom of the jungle gym, beginning to climb up. “Yeah, mysterious.”

“Explain.”

“What do you mean, explain?” If you were to guess, you would say that he looks… amused at the moment.

 “You show up out of nowhere, and you don’t know anything about who you are. You can also speak to worms and have decided to wait until the sun sets because ‘it eventually has to.’ Extremely mysterious.”

You feel yourself go stiff, and your heart beats faster in your chest. Nowhere. It’s a seemingly meaningless word, and yet…

“Emerson, what’s that word? Why is it like that?”

“Like… what? Also, what word?” A new expression— one you haven’t learned to recognize yet— crosses their face.

“Nowhere.”

“... What about it?” He’s stopped climbing now. They stare up at you,  his expression one of confusion— or maybe concern. “It’s just a word. What do you mean by ‘why is it like that?’” There are creases by the bases of their antennae, but they aren’t the same as the happy creases. These wrinkles are ones of worry. 

“I… I don’t know. It’s familiar, but in an odd sort of way”

Emerson stares at you for another moment before letting out a long sigh and continuing their climb, leaving behind a bit of goo wherever they touch. “Do you… see what I… mean about you being mysterious?” They sound a little out of breath. 

“No, not really.”

“Wow… okay,” they wheeze as they reach the top.

 “Are you out of breath from climbing up here?” You take his hand and help him to sit next to you.

“Oh,” they huff, flopping on their back. You imagine laying on the metal bars can’t be too comfortable— but they don’t seem to mind. “Don’t judge me. This thing is ridiculously tall for a jungle gym. I also… stick to things.”

“Oh. I wasn’t judging you.”

“... That’s good. Uhm… Anyways, are you feeling alright?”

“Yes?” You say, taking your turn to be confused. “Why do you ask?”

“I just wanted to check. You always act strange but you’ve been… I don’t know, slightly stranger than usual?”

“I’ve always been strange?”

He sits back up, looking slightly alarmed. “Yes— but not like, in a bad way. Not at all.”

“Oh.”

“Seriously, I promise I’m not trying to insult you or anything. You’re neat!”

“Neat?”

“Yes?”

“Huh.”

“Sorry, am I making things weird? I didn’t mean to—”

“You’re fine…”

“Oh, good.” They stretch a little, still looking… anxious, you suppose. “So… friends?”

“Fr… what?”

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I started this in December and haven’t continued it, but I decided to make this my first(actual) post on my account so take this WIP(That I probably won’t finish)

This is an AU where Angel is a literal Angel and it’s titled “ Angel is well… an angel!”

David had just come home from work, tired. Work had been a hassle, Milo had to break up a fight between two people, an air elemental and an earth elemental. All David wanted to do now was lay down with his Angel, and possibly order take out, because he wasn’t in the mood for cooking anything. The universe, however, had other plans for him, as upon walking into his house he was presented with a sleeping Angel–which in itself is not something he hasn’t seen before, but what was strange was that Angel had wings.

 8 to be exact.

He didn’t know what to say, or do. He wanted to wake them up and ask what the hell was going on, but he also wanted to figure out why they never said anything. From all of his knowledge on the magical world, Angels were never in the history books, or ever claimed to be seen by anyone but crazy people. But here one was, sleeping on his couch in his living room.

When his (Literal) Angel started to stir in their sleep, probably realizing David had come home, he started to panic. He didn’t know how to question them on this new appearance they have taken up, let alone confront them about keeping it a secret from him for 3 years.

When they started to open their eyes, he stood there frozen. He couldn’t stop staring at them. When their eyes opened fully and they saw him standing there, they smiled. 

“Welcome home love, how was work?” They asked, voice raspy from just waking up. When David didn’t answer, Angel looked at him confused. “Did something happen? Why are you just standing in the doorway?” That’s when he registered he hadn’t been saying anything. He started to walk towards them, gesturing to them to scoot over so he could sit. “Explain.” Was all that could come out of his mouth.

“What do you mean?” They said looking more confused than before.

“The wings.”

“What win-” They said as they looked back slightly, realizing that their wings were on full display for David to see. “Oh….Oh” 

“Well…uhm..” Angel was at a loss for words. David wasn’t supposed to find out, not like this at least. “An-”

“Before you say anything! I promise I was going to tell you, I just had to wait for the right time.” Angel tried to explain. “I’m not mad that you tell me I just..” David said, trying to find the right words to describe the emotions going through his head. “I wasn’t expecting to come home to a…literal angel.”  He stared at their wings, trying to figure out if he was dreaming or if he was awake. 

Once he came to the conclusion that he in fact was not dreaming, he had many questions come to his head at once. Many of them consisted of trying to figure out how Angels were actually real. Others wanted to know more about Angels.