#also earlier: its 11am. oh

[merry-the-cookie]

what do you mean its almost june

[little-fairy-forest]

Hm... Do you mind if I ask for a pro!hero Bakugou and a villain reader who is a phantom thief, the type of thief who only steals from the rich without getting any victims and is able to escape from any situation and treats their encounters as a fun game cause he's the only one so far who takes them seriously and uses his wits.

🍀 hello! Thank you for the request, I deffiently had to think about this one, I thought about a Peter pan type persona but less friendly?

Pro! Bakugou x theif! Reader

Bakugou x gn!reader

So reader is someone who probably either came from a bad background who suffered from low income and had to make ends meet or had friends or family who were in a similar situation

They had to use their wits at a young age to make sure they could get food on the table or clothes on their back, god forbid someone needed medicine

You found it easy to take toys from children at playground and sell them if it was a limited edition or if it was a badge you only got at an convention

This spiralled into a "lifestyle" of sorts for you, as you grew older and had a stable job, a roof over your head and plenty of food for yourself, you wanted to help others who were in need

Unfortunately you weren't able to become a "hero" through schooling so you became your own version.

You found it easy to swipe items from stores or markets, and give them to food banks and/or families in need.

However, your latest scandal involving you and a few others involved got whiff of the pro heros

You and your team managed to take villain weapons from a hideout, and sell them...yes that was very illegal but you stopped a whole villain organisation so the news was impressed but concerned

Bakugou was not happy, why? Because he was ment to find those weapons. He had a whole ass mission for them. He has spent months trying to track this group down and you found them in one night?? The fuck??

Yes he wanted to know who you where and what the fuck you were doing

You were out one night seeing if there were any scraps left on the street or loose change on your daily patrol

You ran into the famous Dynamight my accident "Oi, it's late go home" bakugou said to you, not knowing what your intentions were "sorry sir, I was trying to find my ring I lost earlier shopping its special to me" you said hoping to convince him

"Its 2:48 am how will you find it now? Seriously use your common sense and wait till its bright outside tch"

"Well rush hour starts at around 7am, and this street is filled with a lot of bypassers until around 11am-ish. I could wait till the market is closed at 4pm, but the alleyway is also used for heros to quickly make their way around town-" you started to mumble to yourself hoping to bore the hero...but you were so wrong

"Hah?! How do you know about the alleyways?? Only heros who got the city blueprints know about those underground passages?! Speak up!" Bakugou was so pissed, seriously only heros knew about the passages, they were designed for them and them only

"Huh? Oh-oh well my hero friend let's me use them and-" yep...you were fucked

That's when you started to sprint and I mean run for your life

Bakugou wasn't giving up easily, he thought you were a villain and knew about some underground mission starting up and he needed answers, now

"Aye! Get back here loser!" Bakugou yelled using his quirk to catch up to you

You had some of your support items on you incase something like this happend, normally only low profile heros would patrol this area so that's why you though you could get away, but not when Dynamight is around you won't

You got out your support item that let you grip onto buildings, which is helpful when you need to escape quickly, like now

"Shit shit shit, if he knows about my quirk I'm a goner" you say as you quickly try and out smart Bakugou by turning into alleyways and running down building walls

"YOU FUCKER CAN RUN FOR MUCH LONGER" Bakugou roars chasing you down the building wall

You managed to take a sharp turn into a small hideout near one of your sidekicks buildings, heros don't know about the building since it is a cover up for a company, you stay hidden as you hear Bakugou running around near you blasting the walls to see where you were hidden

"I'm giving you to three before I make a roast chicken out of you bastard!" Bakugou threatens as he starts to blast down the thin walls in the complex

You decide to see if you can negotiate with Bakugou, well...at least to save your ass

"Hey,hey I'm here, don't blow me away" you say raising your hands and looking at Bakugou

"State your name, quirk and what your intentions are" Bakugou says aiming his gauntlet at you "I'm y/n l/n also known as the 'phantom hero' like the one you threw a fit over, yeah that's me. Make sure you get my good side for the paper" you say giving him sass

"Hah?!? That hero wannabe?? Good luck dumbass your ass is going to jail!" Bakugou starts to walk over to you when you had an idea

"Want to know about the villain group who attacked pro hero Froppys agency? Hmm? About their locations in Korea and China? Or do you want me to rot in a jail cell and never say a word?" You bribe him. You knew he couldn't say no ;)

'Dammit, there smart how the fuck do they know about that?' Bakugou wonders

You and Bakugou make a secret agreement that you can give Bakugou information and he takes the credit helping him gain hero points in the media and you get your back coverd on missions

You both know your reputations would be burn to the ground if the media finds out so you need to keep this little agreement hidden, for now...

Honestly love the idea that Bakugou kinna cheats his way to the top, gets in some scandal with his past with Deku and he needs to regain himself...

Anyway hope his was okay I'm not the best about writing a villains p.o.v but I try :)

Thank you for the request

[thesewickedwonders]

I was tagged by the always lovely @abyronicgentleperson to do this! I’ve been working so it’s a few days late. Kinda long so boom read more

Name: Adrian

Sign: Sagittarius, though I’ve been known to occasionally show Aquarius traits

Height: 5’7”

Time: 11AM as of writing this!

Birthday: November 30th

Favourite bands/artists: Florence + the Machine, Daughter, Laura Veirs, Japanese Breakfast, Ryan Beatty; I have many as you can see but these are the ones I usually have on repeat at any given time (Bjork and Kate Bush are making their way onto this list, I just haven’t heard all of their work yet)

Last movie: Maurice dir. by James Ivory, I think. Maybe Everything Everywhere All At Once

Last show: I genuinely have no idea. I haven’t watched a show in ages

When I created this blog: 2011….its been awhile

What I post: It’s changed over the years but atm it’s a combo of art, random cool stuff, and lots of cute boys

Last thing I Googled: The Collected Autobiographies of Maya Angelou; I’m looking for a nice copy of it to read them all

Other blogs: Oh I have many. The two I used the most often tho are for art exclusively and for more explicit pics of boys. Links to both are in my bio

Do I get asks?: Hardly ever! Tho I always welcome both them and messages if anyone wants to chat

Following: 232

Followers: 180

Average hours of sleep: 6-9, depending on how strenuous work is

Instruments: Cello! Hoping to get into the piano soon

What I’m wearing: An old camp t-shirt (I’m a counselor there every summer!) and some shorts, nothing too crazy

Dream job: One day I’ll open up a queer bookstore. Aside from that, writing and doing art (comics one day would be v cool)!!

Dream trip: Next up on the list are France (all over), and Amsterdam (for the Van Gogh Museum). Probably San Francisco to see my best friend in the near future as well. I’d also love to head to Europe to bother some of my mutuals in person, haha

Nationality: Mexican-American

Last book I read: Finished, Berserk Deluxe Vol. One. Currently in the middle of Maurice by E.M. Forster (first time, book the movie I mentioned earlier is based on) and The 101 Dalmatians by Dodie Smith (a reread)

Favourite songs: Cactus Tree by Joni Mitchell. I can just loop that on repeat for so long its ridiculous. Song wise I can't think of much but album wise Titanic Rising by Weyes Blood, Vespertine by Björk, all of Florence's albums. I love music so there's a lot more haha

I think those are all the questions!! I tag @za1-01 @cubeboy95 and anyone else who wants to do it! (And if y'all don't wanna either there's no pressure either ❤️)

[spencers-renaissance]

baby, you’re my new years’ eve

Summary: You and Emily are hosting a New Years’ Eve party for all of your friends, but she’s acting a little weird. You finally find out why when the clock strikes midnight.

Tags: fluff, nye fic, proposal, getting engaged, domesticity, romance, flirting, day in the life 

Pairing: Emily x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Masterlist // Read on AO3

It’s almost 10am by the time you get back from your morning errands, laden with bags and a dusting of snow decorating your coat. You shrug out of your coat and scarf, peel off your gloves, and kick off your boots as you venture further into the house you share with your girlfriend, a warm safe haven from the frozen wind outside. All the Christmas lights the two of you had put up together a few weeks ago are turned on, and the warm and happy feeling settling in your chest only intensifies when you shoulder the kitchen door open to see Emily awake and drinking a cup of coffee at the table.

“You’re up,” you smile, knowing that Emily likes a lie-in on her days off, and she damn well deserves it, too.

“You’re back,” she echoes, a matching bright smile lighting up her face. She’s still in her pyjamas, a dressing gown thrown around her shoulders, and her hair has been let down from its bun, a slight curl to it after having slept with it up. She looks absolutely beautiful, naturally.

“I am.” You walk further into the room and put your bags down on the kitchen counter, beginning to unpack them. “I picked up some stuff for the party tonight, but I also got you breakfast.” You grab a plate from the cupboard and load it up with the pastries you’d bought from the local bakery, sold to you by the baker who knows both you and Emily by name.

“Oh,” she gasps in delight. “Have I told you lately I love you?” She reaches eagerly for the plate to place it on the table before reaching around for a kiss.

“You have,” you confirm, amused, “you tell me every day, Em.”

“Because it’s true,” she nods with wide eyes through a mouthful of almond croissant.

Laughing, you grab yourself a plate and a few pastries before joining Emily at the table. “Did you sleep alright?”

“Mm, it was a bit broken,” she admits, not quite meeting your eye for some reason. “But I made up for it with a little lie-in this morning.” Emily never sleeps badly at home. She’s always said that sleeping in her own bed with you wrapped around her is the best sleeping tablet she’s ever tried, but you don’t dwell on it too much.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” you say sympathetically. “You could always have a nap early this afternoon. Need to be in the best shape for partying the night away.”

“Yeah, I might do,” she says, looking back up at you. “If I start to feel tired I’ll try and sleep. Anyway, how did you sleep, Y/N?”

“Like a baby,” you smile. “Woke up early so I thought I’d beat the New Years’ Eve rush to buy up the rest of the snacks. Plus, pastries for breakfast… can’t beat that.”

“You definitely can’t,” Emily says, a smudge of icing on her lip. “Thank you for doing that, sweetheart.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you say, leaning over to wipe the icing off with your thumb, kissing her for good measure. “Icing,” you explain with a grin as you pull away.

“Ah,” she says knowingly, winking at you before leaning back in for another kiss. “Right, come on. Finish your breakfast and we’ll get on with the day.”

The rest of the morning is spent in the kitchen. You’d decided that as much of the food on offer at the New Years’ party the two of you had planned should be homemade as possible, which meant a fridge full of baked goods you’d already prepared but a short list of items that still needed to be made. It was a bit of an undertaking, but it kept you busy. Despite having known the rest of the BAU for years and having been fully incorporated into their family, you still get nervous before each gathering. Being surrounded by powerful, smart, successful FBI agents was always going to be intimidating, no matter how much you considered them your friends.

“Emily, please don’t stick your finger into the butter and then plunge it into the sugar,” you sigh, a little exasperated as your girlfriend shoves her greasy finger into her mouth for the third time.

“What?” she asks, pretending to be insulted. “It tastes good.”

“Yeah, it’s also not very hygienic,” you point out, rolling out the cookie dough.

“Oh, please, what’s a bit of my saliva when you kiss me everyday anyway?” she asks.

“Well, I might think that,” you reason, “but I’m not sure our guests will. Unless you’ve been running around kissing them, too?” You point your rolling pin at her accusatorily as you wait for her response.

“No!” she cries, kissing you in promise of her devotion. “I only have eyes for you, baby. By the way is it too early to have a glass of wine?”

You roll your eyes at that, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a fond laugh. “It’s 11am Emily,” you giggle. “What’s got into you this morning?”

“Nothing,” she says defensively. “I’m just… excited for the party later.”

“Hmm, okay,” you say dubiously, raising an amused eyebrow in her direction. “In that case, you get started on the samosas. Fry up the filling I prepared and roll out the pastry for me? Then all we need to do is put the chips in later on and set it all up.”

“Anything for you, baby,” she smiles, kissing your cheek before getting on with her assignment.

You work together with your ‘happy’ playlist playing over the kitchen speakers for the next hour and a bit to get all the food ready, and by the time the samosas are being fried, you’re both in desperate need of a sit down. “Right, let’s order something to eat and watch an episode or three of Parks and Rec before we need to get ready and set up, how does that sound?” Emily asks as you both begin the mammoth task of cleaning up the bombsite of a kitchen.

“I don’t know, Em, we have so much food in the fridge,” you say, worrying your lip at the decision.

“Yeah, but it’s all for the party tonight, you don’t want to eat it now,” she says, reaching for your hand and squeezing it comfortingly. “Come on, we’ll tidy up afterwards. I’ll order in some UberEats and we’ll relax for a little while. We deserve it after all this.”

“Okay,” you relent, offering her a grateful smile and letting yourself be guided to the sofa by Emily’s hand.

“You’ve done an amazing job at making all this food, sweetheart,” she says warmly, running a hand through your hair. “You should rest for a bit now so you can properly enjoy tonight, yeah?” She tucks a blanket around you and hands you the remote before she pulls out her phone to order you both some lunch.

Sandwiches eaten and two extra coffees polished off, you get started on setting up the house for the party. The leftover decorations from Christmas make the house bright and pretty enough, so it’s fairly easy to make the house look welcoming, but you still have to sort out the food and drink, move the furniture, and put away the valuables. Not to mention getting yourselves ready.

“Everyone’s arriving at 8, right babe?” Emily calls from the kitchen as you move the coffee table to the side in the living right.

“That’s right,” you call back. “But Spencer and Penelope will probably be here early.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Emily says, walking into the living room and leaning against the doorframe as you finish pushing the table aside to make the room more accessible.

“Does this look okay?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips as you survey your living room.

“It looks great, baby,” Emily reassures you, pushing off the door and pulling you into a side hug as you both look at the decorated room. “The Christmas tree is still up which makes the whole room look lovely, and the New Year banner is nice, too. It’s absolutely perfect for what we need it to do.”

“Okay,” you agree, turning to the side to press your face into her neck, kissing her briefly before pulling away again. “Let’s tidy away the expensive stuff and then go and get ready, yeah?”

“Y/N, there are like 15 people coming and nobody’s gonna get off their tits; we don’t really need to put this stuff away,” she promises, but it’s to no avail.

“Well, I’d rather be safe. Even tipsy people can do some damage,” you point out, putting Emily’s mother’s vase in the cabinet along with a few decorations from the mantle.

“Fair enough,” she agrees, heading into the kitchen to continue tidying up after your earlier cooking adventures. You join her a moment later and the two of you work quickly to do the washing up, tidy the counter, and put the dishwasher on. You’re soon looking at a spick and span kitchen, nearly party-ready, and you smile at your girlfriend in satisfaction. “Looks amazing, doesn’t it?” she smiles back at you.

“It does indeed,” you nod. “It’s only 4. You wanna sit down for a bit before getting ready?”

“Absolutely I do,” she says. “Wanna nap with me?”

“Please,” you sigh, grabbing her hand to lead her down to your bedroom. The two of you ditch the trousers and bury under the covers, setting a timer for an hour before promptly falling asleep.

“Want me to wash your hair?” Emily asks as you both stand under the hot jet of water. Your favourite part of moving in with Emily was definitely the shower; you’d moved from a flat with a from a tiny bath and shower combo unit to a beautiful house on the outskirts of DC with a large walk-in shower and the best water pressure you’d ever experienced; it was quite the upgrade.

“Only if I get to do yours afterwards,” you grin, leaning in for a rather wet and soapy kiss.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” she says, spinning you round and pouring a generous dollop of shampoo into her palm, lathering up your hair as she massages her fingers into your scalp in a delicious massage. You can’t help but lean into the touch, just as you always do with Emily, making her chuckle fondly. “Feel good?”

You just let out a happy moan in response, sighing as the water washes the shampoo away and Emily quickly applies some conditioner. “Your turn,” you say, doing the same for your girlfriend as she sighs appreciatively.

You both shave your legs and underarms quickly before finishing up in the shower and towelling off next to one another in the spacious bathroom. “Right, it’s 5.30,” you say, checking your phone while Emily wraps her hair up, “so we’ve got like… two hours, probably, until Pen and Spencer show up.”

“Plenty of time,” Emily says breezily, waving her hand in your direction as you open the bathroom window to air out the humidity.

“Still, better to be early rather than late,” you say pointedly, grabbing Emily’s hand and dragging her away from her perch by the radiator and into the bedroom.

She hums as she drops her towel and peruses her wardrobe. When she turns back around with the dress she plans on wearing, you don’t bother to hide your blatant appreciation. After all these years you’re still somehow blown away with how sexy Emily manages to be. “Naughty girl,” she gasps in mock admonishment. “We don’t have time for that. Your words not mine.”

“Life’s tough,” you sigh heavily, walking over and squeezing her ass lightly, taking great pleasure in making her jump as you pull out the dress you’d decided on earlier in the week. “What do you think?” you ask her.

“It will look absolutely gorgeous, Y/N,” she promises, kissing your cheek. She passes you your bathrobe and pulls her own on as you both head to your adjoining dressing tables to sort out your hair. “Straight or curly?”

“Hmm, straight, I think,” you reply, “you know I love your natural hair. I’m gonna go curly though, so we’ll compliment each other perfectly.”

You put on some music and get ready together in tandem, and it goes about as simply as it can when Emily’s involved. You only have three make-up brushes chucked at you and her desk isn’t a total disgrace by the time you’re finished, so you take it as a win. It’s just gone 7 by the time you’re both dressed up to the nines and ready for the party.

“You look… breathtaking,” Emily says dreamily as she drinks you in, kissing you gently so as not to smudge either of your lipsticks.

“Thanks, Em,” you say shyly. “You look absolutely beautiful, too.” She’s wearing a gorgeous full-length black dress with a deep v neck line and a slit in the right leg. She’s a vision next to your colourful outfit and bright makeup, always complementing one another in just the right ways.

“Right, well, if we both look amazing, it’s time to set out the food, isn’t it?” she asks, winking at you as she leads the way out to the kitchen, shutting and locking the door behind you to prevent any stray party guests from wandering in.

The next hour passes quickly and soon guests are spilling through the door, brightening the whole house with their chatter and laughter, getting started on the wine and party food. Emily is marginally quieter than usual, but you brush it up to her just being tired, especially when she’s roped into a conversation with Hotch and Rossi and immediately perks up.

The whole of the BAU team is here, along with your best friends and the few Couple Friends you and Emily had made over the last few years that made you both feel far too grown up and sophisticated. Your friends quickly mingle in with the rest of the guests, though, which was your biggest worry, so with that relief you let yourself relax and enjoy the party.

Spencer and Penelope snag you into a conversation, plying you with champagne and the samosas you’d made with Emily earlier until you properly let go and enjoy yourself. “Wait, Emily made these?” Spencer asks, slightly incredulous at the idea of his most chaotic friend being even somewhat capable in the kitchen.

“She was supervised, don’t worry,” you laugh, biting into one delicious samosa after another.

“I wish I could cook,” Spencer says as he accepts another one from Penelope’s proffered plate.

“Aw, I’ll teach you baby genius,” Penelope grins. “But I once watched you try and put a croissant in the toaster, so you may be a lost cause.”

“Hey, that was when I’d first joined the BAU,” Spencer protests. “It was the first time I had a salary and could afford such luxuries, you can’t blame me for not knowing what to do with it.” His defenses fall on deaf ears, though, as you and Penelope laugh loudly at his expense. “Derek will defend me,” he eventually mutters before running off to find his boyfriend.

You and Penelope chat easily for a while, introducing her to a few of your friends as you orbit around the downstairs of your house. Eventually, you cross paths with Emily again, who still looks a little tense and quiet. “Hey,” you say, catching her arm and subtly drawing her to the side. “Is everything okay, baby?”

“Yeah, of course,” she says, plastering on a smile you know is fake. “I’m fine, sweetheart. Just enjoy the party, okay? We’ll talk later.”

You can’t really enjoy the party when the back of your mind is continually worrying about your girlfriend, but you’re able to circle around the house a few more times, chatting with all of your guests as everyone tucks into the alcohol and food. Before you know it it’s nearing midnight and Emily’s in the corner of the kitchen having a serious-looking conversation with Hotch.

Tentatively approaching, you tap Emily on the shoulder. “Everyone’s gonna watch the ball drop in the living room,” you say. “You coming?” You try and smile as encouragingly as possible, taking her soft hand in yours.

“Yeah,” she says, looking a little flustered and you can see a little sheen of sweat on her forehead, “yeah, of course, baby. Let’s go.” She hands her glass of champagne to Hotch in a sort of weird gesture that has you furrowing her eyebrows, but nevertheless she grips your hand firmly and you swan into the living room which is already housing most of the guests, everyone chatting and laughing loudly. The sight of so many people you love and adore has you smiling warmly, and you press your arm up against Emily’s, resting your head on her shoulder as the 2 minute countdown begins.

“I love you so much, you know,” you whisper, just for her to hear in the loud, excited room. “I can’t wait to spend a whole other year together. I feel so lucky to have you.”

She moves her neck slightly causing you to lift your head and you’re met with a happy, excited smile, all traces of the nervous Emily that had been swanning around the party all night disappeared. “I feel even luckier to have you, sweetheart,” she murmurs. “You have no idea.”

You both lean in for a kiss which is quickly interrupted by Derek. “Bit early, ladies,” he calls across the room, “it’s not midnight yet.” He’s got Spencer curled up under his arm on the sofa, resting comfortably next to JJ and Penelope who have also cuddled up together. Hotch and Rossi are standing by the Christmas tree rolling their eyes fondly at their agents.

Emily responds with a purposeful middle finger and a well-practiced sneer, but Derek can’t reply because soon the room fills with a swell of noise as everyone starts to count down.

Everyone cheers as the new year is rung in, but as you turn to kiss Emily, you’re instead faced with her on one knee, offering an absolutely beautiful engagement ring. You gasp loudly, gaining everyone’s attention and everyone stops their celebration as a happy, expectant hush falls on the room, the TV’s celebration the only sound.

“Y/N, I can’t express how much I love you,” Emily starts, voice confident but you can hear the undercurrent of emotion written all over it. “All I want to do for the rest of my life is be with you. Ring in each new year with you, celebrate every Christmas with you, come home from every hard case to you, eat pastry for breakfast with you. You’re all I need to be happy, and you’d make me impossibly happier if you’d do me the honour of being my wife. So, Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes, oh my God,” you reply tearfully as soon as she’s finished, tears spilling down your face as she carefully pushes the ring onto your finger and stands up to hug you. Everyone around you is clapping and cheering and celebrating your love but your whole world is shrunk down to the two of you, Emily’s hands on your lower back, her ring on your finger, the press of her body up against yours.

Eventually though, you pull away and kiss her, turning to face your guests with the happiest smile on your face. Hotch is smiling proudly and all the events of the evening slip into place, so you turn to kiss Emily on the cheek fondly. Penelope is crying, naturally, as are most of your friends and everyone crowds round in excitement, congratulating the two of you.

When you finally get a bit of space later in the night, you ask Emily where she’d kept the ring all evening.

“In my bra,” she answers, grinning widely.

“God, how did I not guess that,” you smile fondly, rolling your eyes. You kiss her anyway, though, because she’s hot and you’re very much in love.

“I’m so fucking happy you said yes,” she whispers, keeping her head pressed closely to yours.

“Did you seriously think I would ever say anything else?” you ask, surprised that Emily could possibly think you’d say no.

“Well, I obviously had a feeling,” she admits. “But you can’t help but feel fearful of the tiny probability you’re wrong.”

“Well I didn’t,” you say happily, leaning forward slightly to kiss her softly on the nose.

“No, you didn’t,” Emily replies, gripping her hand. “I seriously love you so much, Y/N.”

“And I seriously love you so much, Emily,” you grin. “I can’t wait to call you my wife, but I’m dead happy with fiancée. That will definitely suffice for now.”

The guests slowly trickle out as the hours tick on, eager to leave the newly engaged couple to themselves. Penelope and Spencer make you promise to have a catch-up brunch in the next few weeks to which you eagerly agree, and Hotch and Rossi both congratulate you like they’re both you and Emily’s dads. Derek gives you both massive hugs and JJ follows up with much gentler hugs and congratulations.

“Tidy up in the morning?” you propose, making Emily’s eyebrows shoot up; you usually insist on tidying up there and then, but she quickly understands as you start to unzip your dress and walk backwards towards the bedroom.

“Tidy up in the morning, indeed,” she agrees, running after you.

“My fiancée,” you sigh happily as you enter your cosy bedroom, pausing to kiss Emily softly.

“Your fiancée,” Emily agrees with a wide grin gracing her lips, leading you to the bed as you both start off this next exciting chapter of your lives together in the most appropriate way you can imagine.

@strippersenseii @criminalmindsvibez

[h4rrypotterf4n]

Enemies to lovers (part 4)

Newt Scamander x Reader

!Trigger warning: abuse!

You dreamed about Newt chasing you around Hogwarts, Newt soon catched up to you and tackled you to the ground before you even knew what happened he started to tickle you. After he eventually stopped you just laid there and smiled at each other. You snuggled up to him and he laid his arms protectively on you.

You slowly started to wake up to an strong arm stroking your back and to a calming heartbeat. First you thought you were still dreaming but a few seconds later you were sure that your awake and you were also pretty confused, at that moment you didn't remember that you and Newt went in the forest because you just woke up. By that time Newt noticed that you aren't asleep anymore. "Good morning, sleeping beauty" he said in his morning voice. You instantly felt save in his arms, buried your head deeper in his chest and blushed at the nickname he gave you. "Morning" you mumbled tiredly. He smiled at you at how tired but cute you looked. "Hey, don't fall asleep again. Its already 11am" he chuckled. "But you're so comfortable and warm to lay on." You mumbled in his chest with your eyes closed. He smiled at the sight of you and blushed. You laid there for a bit longer. "Come on Y/n, I need to feed the creatures" he whispered as he felt that you're about to doze off again. "Fine" you sighted. He hated that you two had to stand up and missed your warmth immediately as you stand up. You guys fed the creatures that were still there and brought them back to where they belong. Then you separated even though you two both didn't want to. Newt headed to do God knows what and you went to your dorm and get ready for the day. You changed your clothes, brushed your hair, cleaned your teeth and put make up on (if you don't wear make up just ignore the part). The rest of the day you sat in your dorm and drew pictures of Newt and the picnic he made you. You didn't even realise that it was already dinner time. On the way you were stopped by a strong arm grabbing your wrist harshly. You looked up to see a boy you never saw before. "Who are you and what do you want?" you said as you tried to get out of his grab, but he didn't let go. "Not so rude, princess" he said tightened his grab on you. "Let me go, you're hurting me!" you cried out. "Not so fast, beautiful, first I want to have a little bit of fun with you" he commanded. "Stop I don't want that!" you cried. He just chuckled and pressed you against the wall with his arms you tried to get him off of you, but it had no use he was way to strong. Newt heard crying coming from a hallway your crying. "Please let me go" you screamed as tears falling down your cheeks, but he ignored you. You knew that you were getting bruises from his tight grip. He now holds your face to the side so that you stop moving away and attacked your neck. Newt searched everywhere to find you. "Please stop it. I don't want you touching me" you cried and still tried to get away. "Flipendo!" you heard someone calling and the guy flew away. "She doesn't want to be touched from you and I assume that you should stop it and never talk to her ever again if you don't want to get hexed!" he said threatening. The guy rushed annoyed away and you turned around to see Newt standing there with his wand in his hand. You didn't wait longer and ran in his arms and cried in his chest. "Did he hurt you Y/n?" Newt asked calmly even though he really wanted to kill that guy but you needed him and so he did his best to sound as calm as possible. You showed him your wrists, which were already red and a bit purple. He took your hands and kissed them "I'm so-so sorry Y/n" he said with tears in his eyes. As he hugged you tight but makes sure to not hurt you more than you already were. "It's ok, he's gone now. I'm so sorry I wasn't there earlier." He comforted you and rubbed your back. "Do you want to go to your dorm" he asked. "C-can I s-sleep w-with you t-tonight?" you managed to say. "Of course, Y/n" he said happy that you felt comfortable and save enough to sleep in his dorm with him (we're gonna pretend that he has his own dorm and didn't share it with someone). He carefully picked you up bridal style as you put your arms around his neck and buried your head in his chest. He lightly blushed and smiled at your actions and carried you to his dorm. He carefully laid you on his bed and admired you. "Wait I got no pyjama here" you said as still a few tears rolling down your cheeks. "Here" he tossed you a shirt of him. "That should fit you like a dress but if y-you want to I still can give you l some pants of mine" he said. "Newt its ok" you said walking past him into his bathroom and kissed his cheek on the way. He was holding the spot were your lips touched his cheek and turning completely red as you got ready to go to bed. You washed your face, cleaned your teeth, brushed your hair and changed your clothes and Newt was right the shirt really fits you like a dress. You couldn't believe you actually were allowed to wear Newt's shirt and turned around in front of the mirror admiring the shirt you were wearing. Newt put a few more pillows on the bed and made it comfy for you as you walked out of the room. "Wow" he whispered under his breath. You giggled at his reaction. "Did you do this for me" you asked smiling at the bed. "Oh, um yeah. D-do you like it?" he asked looking at you, which surprised you because he never looked at anyone. But you liked that Newt seemed now more comfortable around you. "Of course, I like it how could I not" you said hugging him, he slowly put his arms around you and hugged you back. "Well, do you want to go to bed?" he asked. You nodded against his chest, which made him smile. You go and sit on the bed and saw a blanked and a pillow on the floor. "what's this " you asked pointing to it. "oh, uh I- I just thought since you want to sleep in my dorm t-that you probably d-don't want t-to sleep with me in one b-bed, so I w-will sleep on t-the floor." He said blushing. "Newt, I'm not gonna let you sleep on the floor. W-we could share the bed if that's ok with you." "I-uh, a-are you sure that its ok. I- I really have no proble-" "don't be silly. Come here" you patted the bed next to you. He slowly walks to you. And you both lay down. Newt reached out to turn off the light as you slightly flinched and grab his other wrist out of reflex. "You are still scared, aren't you?" You looked away from him and nod embarrassed. "Y/N, please don't be embarrassed. You have every right to be afraid but I'm here and I will not let anything happen to you." You loosened your grip on his wrist but you still looked scared and Newt noticed that so he pulled you on top of him with your head on his chest so you could hear his steady heartbeat. His one arm rapped around you and with the other he played with your hair and massaged your scalp lightly and you immediately felt safe and were calm. And soon you fell asleep safe in Newts arms.

[canarypoint]

Your Own Mind

Pairing: Nat x Reader x Wanda

Warnings: mentions of nightmares

A/N: this is for vee, ilysm. this is my first time writing a poly ship, i hope i didn’t fail the...fandom? idk, tried making an Arrow reference but i’m too tired to really think lol. i’ll be honest, i have no clue what this fic is or what i was trying to accomplish. anyways, hope y’all enjoy!! also i really kinda wanna start taking requests lol

•••

It’s early, too early, as you attempt to sit up. Two sets of arms - one on each side of you - pull you closer to them, making it impossible to move.

“Where’re you going, moya lyubov?” Natasha asks from behind you. You turn your head, removing it from Wanda’s neck.

“‘Dunno… Can’t sleep,” you mutter tiredly. Why can’t I sleep? you ask yourself internally. Oh, right. The dreams that haunted you in your sleep come back at full force, causing a shudder to rip through your spine. You decide to save them for later, right now all you want is your amazing girlfriends to hold you close as you sleep.

“We’re right here,” Wanda whispers. You instinctively - almost subconsciously - move closer to her. The redhead is quick to follow. The three of you whisper your ‘I love you’s to each other before you all drift back to sleep.

•••

“One, two, three. Cross, jab, cross. One, two, three,” Steve repeats as you throw your punches at him. It’s now around 11am and everyone is in the training facility for some good old fashion hand-to-hand combat training.

Being that you mainly rely on your powers (invisibility and intangibility - basically you can speed up the cells in your body at a rate that so fast you can move through objects), Natasha had thought it’d be best for you to learn how to fight without them. Initially, you were going to argue before Wanda agreed, seeing as she’d gone through the training as well. So now here you are.

If you were honest with yourself, you’d admit that the idea of fighting - with or without your powers - is easily your biggest fear. All of the doubt and worries that cloud your mind in the dead of night seem to only amplify with your training-induced adrenaline. Steve probably notices after an easy left hook has you almost flying into Bucky a good seven feet away from you and Steve.

After another three or so minutes, Steve announces that everyone is done for today and - barring any last minute assignments - you’re all free to do as you please.

You and your girlfriends go your separate ways to clean up, opting to just stay in and have a movie marathon for the rest of the day.

•••

“Nat... you know I don’t like horror movies,” you whine. Natasha just smirks as Wanda kisses the side of your head and pulls you onto the couch and into her arms.

“All the more reason to hold you, my love,” Wanda comments as you settle into her, her arm securely wrapped around you. Natasha quickly sits down next to you, grabbing the remote and asking FRIDAY to turn the lights down in your shared bedroom.

You and Wanda quickly move so you can sit comfortably between the two and cuddle them both.

Just as the movie reaches its biggest jumpscare, you move closer to Natasha, relishing in the sense of being protected it gives you. As soon as the character on-screen screams, you shriek and hide yourself in Natasha’s neck.

One of your girlfriends - you absently assume Wanda since you don’t feel Natasha move an inch - pauses the movie. Natasha gently pries you off of her so she can look into your eyes. You warily look into her vibrant green irises as Wanda moves around so she’s kneeling on the floor next to znatasha.

“What’s wrong, moya lyubov?” Natasha whispers carefully.

“What d’you mean?” you mumble back.

“You’ve been extra clingy lately, and everything seems to startle you easily. We’re worried, babe,” Wanda responds.

“I just- I guess I’ve been a bit stressed.”

“You know you can always talk to us, right? We’ll always be here for you,” Natasha reminds you. 

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding as you nod. Your answer seems to satisfy them as they both take a turn softly kissing you before reclaiming their earlier positions on the couch. This time, however, they seem to want to be even closer to you, not that you’re complaining.

Wordlessly, Wanda switches to one of your favorite comedies. You silently thank her by holding her unoccupied hand in yours. Your movie day leads well into the night. At some point you contentedly snuggle closer into your girlfriends, falling asleep with an easy smile on your face, knowing they’ll always be here to protect you - even from your own mind.

[like-a-bag-of-potatoes]

Then and Now - Smells Like Home

AN: It's been a while since I’ve written Supernatural, or Dean, but I'm back now with a new Series. Gonna be 10 parts in total with a lot of feels and fluffs. I've been toying with this idea since I started re-watching spn earlier this year (thank you quarantine) and then after reading a series by the amazing @percywinchester27​ I got inspired and started writing. Shout out to my awesome beta @thorne93​, you da bees knees. 

AN2: I'm doing a thing where I raffle off a personalised drabble every month. How do you join? Easy, just hammer that reblog button. Reblog is one entry, reblog with comment is two entries. So you help spread my work and you might get a little sumpthin’ in return. Win Win

Pairing: AUDean x Reader

Warnings: None I think. 

Wordcount: 2494

Summary: It's 2010 and you’re back in Lawrence to settle your family’s affairs after your mom passed. You hope to be in and out of town before anyone really knows you’re there, but that doesn't go as plan. Will a certain green eyed mechanic convince you to come back to the life you once had in Lawrence? Or are you going to return to the real world as soon everything is settled?

The small town air in Lawrence was so much different than the polluted, exhaust filled air in New York. Here, you could actually breathe and not feel as though your mouth and lungs filled with whirled up dust and fumes from the constant traffic. It was something that you had gotten used to doing as the first thing when you reached a new place, to draw a deep breath through your nose and smell the town. It sounds weird, but every town and city had its unique smell, and Lawrence? Well… Lawrence smelled like home. 

It had been a long time since you called Lawrence home though, and now, considering the circumstances, you didn't know if this place would ever feel like home again. Even though it smelled like it. 

The town passed by the window as your cab made its way through it, some of the small businesses that you remember going to as a kid had been replaced by others, but some remained just as you remembered them. Like Rufus’ Hardware, where your dad got all his tools and things like that, and Harvelle’s Scoops where you used to hang out after school. The memories made in that place brought a smile to your lips. It had little to do with the fantastic ice cream sundaes they served, and all to do with the group of friends you used to hang out with. At the edge of town, you passed the Winchester Auto Shop, and again you smiled. The facade hadn't changed since you were here last, and neither had the clutter that surrounded it. Dean Winchester ran it now, your mom had told you not to long ago. John had passed away about a year earlier, in his sleep of all things. You had thought then about picking up and calling Dean, to offer your condolences, but it didn't seem appropriate after all this time. 

A knot started to form in your stomach as the cab turned from the main road and started down the gravel path that led to your childhood home. This place would never be the same again to you, not now that you were the only one left. The words your father had preached so many times echoed in your ears as the house came into view, and all of a sudden you felt the familiar sting of tears behind your eyes. ‘A home is not created by four walls and a roof, it's the family inside that makes a home’, but there was no family left in that house, and therefore it was no longer a home. 

It smelled like home though, moreso out here than it did in town. It smelled of freshly cut grass and flowers, and somehow it still smelled of the livestock that hadn't lived in the barn in many years. When your father had died about six years ago, your mom had discontinued the run of the farm, she just wasn't up for the task anymore and you weren't willing then to come back and help her. It was a huge mistake you had made back then, something you'd have to carry the guilt of for the rest of your life. 

As you climbed the few steps up to the front porch of the house, the planks creaked just the way they had always done, and a weird feeling of comfort crept upon you. It was soon washed away though, as you saw the wilted flowers in the pots on each side of the door. Memories of planting the flowers every spring with your mom played in your mind, bringing with them a hollow sadness that you couldt allow yourself to feel right now. The flowers before you had wilted away, just like your mom had done, alone on this farm without anything or anyone breathing life into them. 

You had abandoned her when she needed you the most, and that was something you could never take back. And for what exactly? Your career? The illusion of love from a man that turned out to be something else entirely? The starry eyed dream that a city like New York promised to make true? No. It was all for nothing, and it was too late to make things right now, you could never fix this mistake. 

Pushing away your emotions wasn't easy, especially as you walked through the old house that hadn't changed much and the memories from your childhood threatened to bring you to your knees. No, you had to push it all away. You were here to get things in order so that you could sell the place and then haul your ass out of town again. A week. Two at the most, and then you could return to the messy life you had left back in New York. 

***

It was early in the morning when the sun crept through the curtains of your room, making you groan in displeasure. Back in New York, tall buildings surrounded yours making it so the sun didn't reach your window until 11am. Something that suited your lifestyle perfectly. You were a night owl, always had been. 

As you opened your eyes, you saw the five members of Backstreet Boys smiling down at you and you couldn't help but laugh. The poster you had once hung in the ceiling had been long forgotten, as had the girl that hung it up there. It was barely past six am as you begrudgingly dragged yourself out of bed, but the sooner you got started, the sooner you could get out of here and back to the big city where you belonged. Nothing had changed in your room in the past - what- 13 years since you lived here. Your parents hadn't touched it, and whenever you visited, you never stayed long enough to bother changing anything. 

In your closet you found your old flannel shirt, the one that a certain green eyed boy had given you one night when it was cold. You took it from the hanger and ran the rough fabric through your fingers before you, as on instinct, brought it up to your nose. It didn't smell like him anymore, but you hadn't expected it to either. You threw it on over a white tank top and shimmied into a basic pair of jeans, and then you spotted them. The brown cowboy boots your dad had gotten you as a going away present when you left. The boots that you had left behind because they didn't fit into the style of life you were pursuing in the big city. Unused and filled with guilt they stood there and basically mocked you. With mixed emotions you slid your feet into them, like if it was an effort to make up for past behavior or something. Nothing changed, your dad would never know how much you appreciate them in this moment, but you still wore them, completing the farm girl look as you set out to start the day. 

It was nearly noon before you took a break, the scorching sun forcing you to find some shade to hide in for a little while. Tomorrow you had a meeting with a realtor, she would help you with everything that came to selling the place, what you would have to get rid of beforehand, and what could be sold with the property. So until then, you just went around and cleaned things up a bit. Now it was lunch time, but you hadn't done any shopping yesterday, and there was a limit to how many granola bars one could have. 

Inside you found the keys to your old truck, and with a nostalgic giddiness you practically skipped outside to the garage to find it. It was an old Ford pickup truck, blue with a white trim around it. Your father had kept it running for as long as he was alive, but now it probably hadn't even been started since you were last here. Two years had passed, but you had unrelenting faith in this truck. “Come on, baby. Show me what you’re made of,” you gently coaxed as you slid the key in the ignition. As you turned it, you closed your eyes and prayed to a higher power you didn't believe in. A meek noise came from the engine, but the engine didn't turn at all. “It was a long shot,” you conceded.

There was a greater chance of getting your mom's car to start, a shaggy, old Volvo that she had had forever, but it was well kept so you had a home there. But no such luck. 

You thought for a moment, but it was abundantly clear what your next move had to be, and you didn't really look forward to it. 

As you waited on the front porch, you looked at the hammock chair that hung there. The ropes that came with it had been exchanged with chains that had started rusting. Visions of your mom reading while she rocked back and forth flashed across your eyes, remembering how the creak of the chains had reverberated and amplified up to your room and annoyed the shit out of you. How you had yelled out the window and how she had apologized. You also remembered how your dad had caught you and Dean there one night, way past either of your bedtimes. That particular memory brought a smile to your face. If your dad only had known where Dean's hand was a minute before he came crashing through the front door. Oh to be young and in love again. Or young. Or in love. 

The roar of an engine pulled you from your little trip down memory lane, and as you got to your feet the sleek black car came into view. Part of you wished he would just send someone else out here, but somehow you knew that he would be the one to come. 

As he excited his car, you ascended the few steps from the porch, a weary smile on your lips. “The allusive YN YLN,” he said with that cheeky grin of his. 

“In the flesh,” you responded before you gave him a hug hello. “It's good to see you, Dean,” you offered. So good in fact that your heart skipped a beat as you laid eyes on him. He looked exactly the same as he had done all those years ago, the only difference was that his leather jacket had been discarded somewhere in exchange for a simple black t-shirt. Knowing Dean, though, and you did, the jacket was still somewhere waiting for the summer heat to ease up so that it could be used again. 

Five years had passed since Dean saw you last, but you hadn't changed much, if at all. “I was starting to think I’d never see you again,” he half joked. 

“Well…” you started, but let your words trail off. “Thanks for coming so soon,” you said to change the subject. 

“You kidding? I haven't seen you in forever, couldn't let that chance go to waste,” he noted. “The old Ford?” he wondered, pointing to the open garage. 

“Yeah. The engine’s not turning, so I'm pretty sure it's the battery. I probably just need a jump,” you explained. You weren't an expert in any way, but growing up on a farm you learned a thing or two about engines. 

“The battery?” he asked with a chuckle. “YN, this thing was old as sin back when you got it. I'm not sure it has any more miles on it.” 

You tried really hard not to notice the freckles across his nose, or the bright green of his eyes, or the scruff on his jaw, or how his muscles moved under the shirt as he opened the hood. “She might be old, but I know that she has more in her. She's younger than yours,” you retorted. Trying really, really, really hard not to notice the crinkle of his eyes as he smiled. 

Dean didn't respond to your comment, he just made his way to the driverside to get in and try starting the car. He listened intently as he turned the key, and then he jumped back out. “We can try jumping her, but from the looks of this battery you’re gonna need a new one,” he noted. 

It took a few tries, but it finally started. It wasn't the confident engine roar you were used to from this car though, it was more like a cough and a stutter before it settled into its idle rhythm. 

“Can I drive it into town like this?” you asked, looking up at Dean who was still listening to the engine sounds to make sure it was alright. 

“I wouldn't stop it though. I'm not sure if you'll get it started again if you do.” He looked up at you as he wiped his hand on a rag he pulled from his back pocket. “I'll get you a new battery. Might be good to let her sit until then.” 

You sighed and ran your hand through your hair, holding it away from your face for a moment. “But it’ll be fine if I don't cut the engine off, right?” you asked, a hopeful look in your eyes. “I need to go shopping,” you explained before he could discourage you. 

Dean sighed. “You have my number if you get stuck in town,” he offered. 

“Can I ask you something? If you’re not in a hurry, that is?” 

Dean checked his watch and then motioned for you to go on. 

“I'm here to settle the property,” you started to explain. “And I'm not sure if this is in your wheelhouse or not, but I wondered if you could check out the farming equipment that we have, the tractors and such? I just want to know what I can sell and what's a good price.”

“You’re selling the place?” he asked, eyes widening in surprise. 

“Yeah. I get that it might be out of your expertise, but maybe you can recommend someone who knows about these things?” 

“I can take a look,” he offered. “But not right now, I'm already late for something. Can I come back later tonight?” 

“Of course,” you said eagerly. “How about I make us some dinner… as a thank you?” 

Dean furrowed his brows. “Are you gonna cook?” He thought back to all the meals you had prepared for him over the years. It was sweet and all, but you could hardly call it food.  

“I know what you’re thinking, but I took some classes and I'm actually a pretty decent cook now,” you said proudly, but Dean's face was full of scepticism. “Okay. I know how to cook a few things.” He still looked right through you after all these years. “Alright. One thing. I know how to cook one thing. I hope you like chicken parm.”

“Can't wait,” he said with a chuckle. 

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[love-killed-the-superstar]

Pinch Hitter

Written for @codesecretsanta 2020!!

Hey, @nemesisadraste!! It’s me, your secret santa!! I heard you wanted a slice of samodd so I was ofc 100000% down to clown. Hope you enjoy!!!! It’s a little group chat heavy and I apologise, but there’s some actual prose around the halfway point haha

Can also be read here on AO3!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28323549

ngl I would actually recommend reading it on ao3 because of formatting hahaha but anyway enjoy!!

Pinch Hitter

DIRECT MESSAGE: Odd Della Robbia

(11:43PM) Odd Della Robbia: SAMMMMMM

(11:45PM) Sam Suarez: yyyyea?

(11:45PM) Odd Della Robbia: XANA ATTACK. NUCLEAR SHIT. COVER FOR US PLSSSS SHOULDNT BE TOO LONG 🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀

(11:46PM) Sam Suarez: sure thing sure thing go save the world n shit 👍👍

(11:46PM) Sam Suarez: was only going to stay up late rewatching good omens anyway

(11:47PM) Odd Della Robbia: hero. incredible woman. love of my life

(11:47PM) Odd Della Robbia: and say hi to you know who for meeeee 😻

(11:48PM) Sam Suarez: crowley is a fictional character odd, he cant hear you

(11:48PM) Odd Della Robbia: but he's so sexy and strong 😻😻😻

(11:48PM) Odd Della Robbia: not as sexy and strong as you, ofc ofc

(11:49PM) Sam Suarez: jesus odd go save the world already and leave me alone

(11:49PM) Odd Della Robbia: SO COLDDDD 🙀🙀🙀

(11:49PM) Odd Della Robbia: still love you tho

(11:49PM) Sam Suarez: still love you too ok NOW GO

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Jeremie Belpois

(1:24AM) Jeremie Belpois: Samantha?

(1:27AM) Sam Suarez: sup belpois

(1:27AM) Jeremie Belpois: Motion sensor went off. Pretty sure Jim is out and about. Try to buy us some time?

(1:28AM) Sam Suarez: shit alright. i'll see what i can do. b-team already know???

(1:29AM) Jeremie Belpois: They do. The four of you work something out, please? Thanks.

(1:30AM) Sam Suarez: ofc. hey btw hows odd doing??? ok???

(1:30AM) Jeremie Belpois: 80 life points and going strong, Sam.

(1:30AM) Sam Suarez: sweet 👍👍

…

GROUP CHAT: Lyoko B-Team REPRESENT

(1:31AM) Sam Suarez: what's our plan then home slices!!!!!!! 💪😤

(1:32AM) William Dunbar: Still don't know why I'm considered a b teamer but okay 😒

(1:32AM) Sam Suarez: don’t fucking complain william at least you get to be in the main group chat, 🙄🙄

(1:32AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: ^^^^^^

(1:33AM) Laura Gauthier: Try getting added, then removed, and still being on the waitlist to rejoin

(1:33AM) Sam Suarez: ouch lol

(1:33AM) Laura Gauthier: ANYWAY, we need a plan of action. Jim’s doing the rounds. Any thoughts?

(1:33AM) William Dunbar: I’ll go stuff Jeremie’s duvet 🙋♂️ Laura you go to Aelita’s, Sam come up with some sort of distraction 👉

(1:33AM) Sam Suarez: hold on WHY DO I GET STUCK WITH THE HARD JOB?? 😠😠

(1:34AM) William Dunbar: to prove yourself, young one. how else do you plan on getting into the lyoko warriors group chat?? 🤷♂️

(1:34AM) Sam Suarez: SHIT U RIGHT… 👀

(1:34AM) Sam Suarez: its my chance… to shine

(1:34AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: Why does everyone forget im fucking here?? Give me something to do????? 🙋���🤦♀️

(1:35AM) William Dunbar: nobody forgot you sissi, shit 🙄 take odd and ulrichs room, if u think u can wrangle kiwi 🥝

(1:35AM) Sam Suarez: i would like it on the record that i did in fact forget about sissi 🙋🙋

(1:35AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: FUCK NO. THAT DOG DOES NOT RESPECT ME 😤😤😤😤😤

(1:35AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: Also RUDE..

(1:35AM) Sam Suarez: priorities babe or the fucking world ends. your call tho!!!!!! ✌️🤪

(1:36AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: ………………. F I N E 🤦♀️

…

GROUP CHAT: Lyoko B-Team REPRESENT

(1:59AM) William Dunbar: @Sam Suarez What did you tell Jim?????? He’s 100% doing head counts now you dumb fuck 🤦♂️

(1:59AM) Sam Suarez: don’t take that tone with me dickbar, he’s looking for a sick GIRL. if you stuffed the fucking duvets properly we won’t have a problem, he’ll only be peeking into rooms anyway 😠😠

(2:00AM) Laura Gauthier: And what do you suppose happens when he finds NOBODY and comes to the conclusion that you lied to him? You have to think these things through, Sam, Jeremie’s not planning on doing any return trips if he can help it.

(2:00AM) Sam Suarez: yall are jerks, YOU put me up to the task of cooking up an excuse, don’t complain that it was shit!!!! geez!!!!

(2:00AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: God you’re all useless. I can fake-cry, I took a drama workshop over summer. I’ll take the hit but you OWE ME. 😤

(2:01AM) Sam Suarez: there are no favours in this sissi, we took an oath. we are heroes of justice now and you don’t get compensation for saving the world, its superhero 101

(2:01AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: Shut up Sam, you’re buying me dinner tomorrow. Take me somewhere nice 💅🙆😘

(2:01AM) Sam Suarez: but i don’t date girls who only save the world to reap the benefits, this simply won’t work out 😔😔

(2:01AM) William Dunbar: Take your flirting to private message, I don't want to be implicated in this sordid affair if Odd finds out

(2:01AM) Sam Suarez: ahahahahahahaahahahaha we got a funny man over here

(2:02AM) William Dunbar: Lololol

(2:02AM) Laura Gauthier: SHUT UP ALL OF YOU.

(2:02AM) Laura Gauthier: I can hear Jim coming, play it cool

(2:02AM) William Dunbar: Hahahaaha good luck 😂😂

(2:07AM) William Dunbar: You all alive……………..? 👀

(2:07AM) Sam Suarez: we sure are, listen to this

(2:07AM) Sam Suarez: sissi fake cried, told Jim she was having the worst cramps of her life and started listing off the side effects of the birth control she’s on. It was the greatest thing ive ever heard and im absolutely buying her dinner tomorrow, and yes it will be candle-lit 🍽️🍷💍

(2:07AM) William Dunbar: Holy shit. 👀 My deepest respect. 🙏 I will put in a good word with Master Belpois Himself, she deserves a seat at the grown ups table for this 🤷♂️

(2:07AM) Sam Suarez: no doubt no doubt

(2:08AM) Laura Gauthier: That was a close one. Sissi’s methods are unorthodox but hey, it worked. Next time find an excuse that doesn’t create more work for us, all right, Sam?

(2:08AM) Sam Suarez: shit you’re ungrateful as fuck. Damn . 🙄🙄

(2:08AM) Laura Gauthier: I’M JUST SAYING

(2:08AM) William Dunbar: Come on, lets not fight, I’m too tired for this shit 😴

(2:09AM) Sam Suarez: so go to bed, dumbass

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Odd Della Robbia

(2:59AM) Odd Della Robbia: guess who just got DEVIRTUALISED!!!! 😹😹🔫🔫

(3:02AM) Sam Suarez: oh no, poor baby, you were doing so well

(3:03AM) Odd Della Robbia: right????? fucking megatanks, im telling you, they suck so much 😿

(3:03AM) Sam Suarez: well, if you’re out of points now, come by my room and we can play animal crossing together

(3:04AM) Odd Della Robbia: would that i could, sam, would that i could

(3:04AM) Odd Della Robbia: but theres a fucking building contractor lurking somewhere in the factory, xana-possessed, trying to take me the fuck OUT 🙀🙀🙀

(3:04AM) Sam Suarez: just tell him you’re not interested????? Its what i told sissi earlier

(3:05AM) Odd Della Robbia: ahahahahahahahaha

(3:05AM) Odd Della Robbia: first of all, WOW WE GOT A FUNNYMAN OVER HERE

(3:05AM) Sam Suarez: lololol

(3:05AM) Odd Della Robbia: second of all, i demand to hear that story as soon as i get back. Nobody turns sissi down and gets away with it 👀

(3:06AM) Sam Suarez: well, i cant help it

(3:06AM) Sam Suarez: my heart… belongs to another… a mr odd della robbia… im in the throes… of love… 💓💓

(3:06AM) Odd Della Robbia: OH!!! SAM!!!!!!! 😻😻😻💓💓💓

(3:06AM) Odd Della Robbia: luv u. So much

(3:06AM) Sam Suarez: same same lololol

(3:07AM) Odd Della Robbia: when i get back we ca

(3:07AM) Sam Suarez: ????

(3:07AM) Sam Suarez: odd????

(3:07AM) Sam Suarez: come in, funny man????

message failed

(3:08AM) Sam Suarez: odd if you die i will be so mad

message failed

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Ulrich Stern

(3:10AM) Ulrich Stern: Hey Sam, it’s Ulrich

(3:10AM) Ulrich Stern: Einstein has another favour to ask

(3:11AM) Sam Suarez: first of all you dont have to tell me its you, the app TELLS me whos messaging me, this isnt a text

(3:11AM) Sam Suarez: second, tell me my boyfriend isn’t getting fucking murdered by a building contractor 😠😠

(3:11AM) Ulrich Stern: Huh???

(3:11AM) Ulrich Stern: Oh yeah. He’s holding his own but there’s not much time. You need to go keep watch outside Jeremie’s door while Laura transfers some files. If we get busted and she can’t complete the file transfer… well. The world does actually depend on it, so. Yeah

(3:11AM) Sam Suarez: isnt william the better option anyway?? Isnt he only like 3 doors down from you 🙄

(3:12AM) Ulrich Stern: He’s not answering. Probably asleep already, he’s a dumbass. Please, you’re our only option, Sissi isn’t answering either

(3:12AM) Sam Suarez: oh theres a GREAT story behind that but i’ll let her tell it tomorrow

(3:13AM) Sam Suarez: and fine, but seriously is odd okay?? If this dude is more than 5’5 he’ll have a problem taking him down, you know how scrawny he is

(3:13AM) Ulrich Stern: He’s tougher than you think, Sam. Trust me on that one.

(3:14AM) Ulrich Stern: (Also I am about to go save him from getting his ass beat)

(3:14AM) Sam Suarez: all right all right

(3:15AM) Sam Suarez: but hey stern, when this has all blown over, we’re having a serious talk about promoting me to the big leagues

(3:16AM) Ulrich Stern: ...Big leagues?

(3:16AM) Sam Suarez: im talking main group chat, my guy. MAIN. GROUP CHAT. 👏👏

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Odd Della Robbia

(3:30AM) Odd Della Robbia: im coming mi amore… i beat up a fully grown man with my bare fists… pushed him down some stairs… it was amazing 😼💯

(3:31AM) Sam Suarez: please say you didnt break any bones, belpois isnt planning on reversing time right???

(3:31AM) Sam Suarez: like even if was going to kill u he was only possessed by xana

(3:32AM) Odd Della Robbia: heh i broke nothing!! Im a hero of justice after all 💪😼

(3:32AM) Odd Della Robbia: ulrich may have given him some bruises tho 😹

(3:32AM) Sam Suarez: ehh i’ll take that over this guy waking up with fucked up limbs and shit

(3:32AM) Odd Della Robbia: no doubt no doubt

(3:33AM) Odd Della Robbia: …

(3:33AM) Odd Della Robbia: anyway, night sam 💞

(3:33AM) Sam Suarez: oh, ok 🙄

(3:33AM) Sam Suarez: night, stupid. love you ❤️

…

Despite his parting message, Odd shows up anyway.

He slinks into her dorm room as it draws to 4:00AM, half-heartedly kicking off his shoes at the door and closing it with a softness that’s surprising given how exhausted he looks; almost as though it is second nature at this point to keep quiet, avoid drawing more attention. Her boyfriend is a professional, after all, when it comes to saving the world on the down-low.

Samantha watches Odd from her desk, where she is sat up browsing Twitter and waiting for the inevitable ‘we need you to do something else before the night is through’ messages from Jeremie. She’s been listening to the same Jay Som song on loop for over an hour now, and it leaks quietly from her laptop speakers, a strange extra layer of ambiance to the puzzle that is the hour before birdsong begins. A Baymax-patterned blanket is thrown around her shoulders for warmth, and there’s an empty can of energy drink within arms reach.

“Wrong room,” she says in a low voice, expecting him to jump anyway; he doesn’t. Instead he squints at her in the dim light, leaning back against the door with a weary sigh. “Didn’t think you were coming.”

“Wasn’t, but… here I am.”

He doesn’t really elaborate further than that.

“Ulrich know you came this way?”

“He stayed behind to talk things over with Jeremie. The overbike got fucked up in Lyoko and they’re gonna upgrade it or something. Jer-bear needed to know the specifics about his experience driving it so they can do some fine-tuning, I think. Y’know, so he doesn’t drift too far and plunge into the digital sea. Shit can get real bad, real fast.”

“I’ll bet. So, you triumphed over evil tonight?” she guesses, shutting her laptop lid and rising to her feet. Her blanket trails behind her as she does. “XANA can’t attempt to destroy the world for another 24 hours?”

“You know it,” he says, yawning. “And now, it’s bedtime.”

Thank fuck they don’t have classes tomorrow. She’ll happily lie in til noon with Odd, catching up on these lost hours.

Sam steps over her skateboard and some laundry she kicked aside earlier, a little embarrassed that her floor is so messy, but she knows Odd is too tired to even comprehend the state of her room right now. As it is, he’s swaying a little while standing, stifling a yawn against his hand - it’s only a matter of time til he crashes.

“All right, guess you’re here to stay. Hop in.”

“Did you know? You’re a goddess. An angel. A truly spectacular woman among women,” he mumbles.

“Flattery won’t give me back the hours of sleep I lost sending Jim on that wild goose chase earlier,” Sam muses, wiggling under her covers, still bundled up in the blanket like a crepe. She doesn’t know the full story, nor does she imagine she’ll get it until tomorrow when the group meet up for lunch - something about XANA threatening to blow up a reactor on some nearby building site, creating some devastating damage to the local area - but at this point she’s too tired to listen and Odd is too tired to explain.

Odd flops down on the bed beside her.

“Thank you for helping us out,” he sighs, too tired to even look at her. His limbs are all floppy. If she nudged him off the edge of the bed now, he’d probably just fold up like a pair of pants and stay there til morning. “What did you do, exactly?”

“Told him I heard someone crying in the bathroom and thought maybe someone was unwell,” she says with a shrug. “Jim checked the girls bathroom and did room checks, which gave me, William and Laura some time to sneak into your respective rooms and act as extra head counts. Just being under the covers was enough, I don’t think he was doing anything more than cursory peeking into rooms with a tiny flashlight. Wasn’t the most innovative red herring to give him, but it did the trick.”

“If it keeps them off our backs, the creativity isn’t worth factoring in,” Odd murmurs, tugging off his jeans and chucking them at the wall opposite. The impact scuffs the wall slightly, but Sam doesn’t care. Delmas doesn’t give them shit about damages to the room unless it makes the room completely uninhabitable anyway, which is why there’s a literal hole in her wall through to the room next door that she’s had to artfully cover with a Front Bottoms poster.

“Anyway, Sissi distracted him. I’ll let her tell the story herself, it was fucking hilarious. Then Ulrich messaged to say he needed me to keep watch while Laura sent over some files from the computer in Jeremie’s room to the supercomputer, which - I mean, in this day and age, why the fuck doesn’t he keep everything on the cloud anyway? So I was stuck doing that, because apparently, William had already fallen asleep again, the fucking lug. Can you believe that? You’d think, being your Lyoko pinch hitter and all, he’d be better at staying awake.”

“Oh, I can believe it,” Odd drawls, tugging off his shirt and balling it up, sending it to land atop his crumpled jeans with a flourish. He rubs his eyes and peers around. “Got that old shirt for me to sleep in?”

Rolling her eyes fondly, Sam reluctantly peels back the bedsheets once more and pads over to her wardrobe, pulling it open and sifting through until she finds what she’s looking for; an old Hootie & The Blowfish T-shirt, handed down to her by one of her older brothers. It always hangs right off of her, so on Odd’s scrawny frame, it’s basically an Ebenezer Scrooge nightgown.

“Here.” She tosses it over to him and he wriggles into it happily. “You might as well keep it, these days you wear it more than me.”

“If I walked around in a band shirt that hangs off me like a smock I’d never hear the end of it from Ulrich,” he says with a laugh, flopping back against the covers and sighing deeply. “He makes fun of my little chicken legs enough as it is.”

“Well, I love your little chicken legs, so he can keep his opinions to himself.”

She slides into bed beside him and he’s cold to touch; the freezing factory, coupled with walking back in the chilly night air, must have really done a number on him. He snuggles against her happily, mumbling, “Can I warm my feet on you?”

“Will you respect my wishes if I say no?” she retorts. He grins as she sends him a knowing look, before placing his feet, two tiny, stinky blocks of ice, against her shins. They both pull the covers up over their noses, staring at the ceiling in dazed silence for a few moments, before she adds, “He won’t miss you when you get back?”

“Not likely, I don’t fucking spoon him to sleep, Sam,” he snorts. “He’ll be too tired to care where the fuck I’ve snuck off to, and he can handle anything Kiwi throws his way, so it’s fine. I’m sure he’s capable of connecting the dots.”

“Fine, shithead, I’ll drop it.”

She continues to stare up at the ceiling, but she can feel his keen gaze on her, and rolls over to face him. He watches her carefully.

“Are you mad at me?”

“What? No.”

“Even though it’s nearly four in the morning and you spent the whole night covering for us?”

“It’s what happens when you agree to saving the world, isn’t it?” she points out. Sam’s eyes adjust to the darkness, and she notices for the first time that there’s the beginnings of bruises around his neck. She reaches up to trace them with her fingers, and he instinctively wriggles away. Her breath catches in her throat. “…XANA did this to you?”

“Actually, it was a building contractor,” he corrects. “He started to choke me, but then Ulrich got him in a headlock and next thing you know… we pushed him down some stairs.”

“It must have been scary,” she mutters. At that, his face melts into a smile, and he prods at her face.

“You’re so serious! Sam, trust me, this happens all the time. I’m indestructible, so it’s fine.”

“How else am I supposed to react, huh? My boyfriend comes home with strangulation marks on his neck and you want me to be all cavalier about it…”

“Because I’m used to it.” Odd pauses. “Well, not strangulation in particular, but getting hurt on the job is kinda everyday stuff.”

Sam scowls. “You're not supposed to pretend like this is normal, Odd.”

“What, you want me to cry and be vulnerable on you?”

“No.”

“You do.”

“Okay, fine, I do! What about it?!” She fixes him with a stern look. “You have to be careful! What’s the point in me staying awake and making distractions and shit if you’re just going to fucking die at the end of it, huh?”

“I’m not going to die.” He cups her face in his hands and fixes her with his own stern look. “Look. I know you haven’t been doing this long, but this happens, okay? Not always, but it does. I mean, you remember the kind of fights you used to pick with me when I would come over with these bruises without telling you why.”

She thinks back to the months leading up to him finally telling her the truth. How scared and hurt she felt, seeing him with these cuts and scrapes, bruises, occasionally even a sprain. She’d gone through all the possibilities in her head - bullying, hate crimes, mugging even. Still, he refused to budge, until one day he just… stopped pretending it was all some big coincidence.

“It was scarier not knowing,” she decides. “At least this way I know what you’re up against, but… I don’t know.”

He leans forward and kisses her on the nose. “I promise you I’m fine. But look, part of being a Lyoko pinch hitter is knowing things get hairy sometimes. I’m gonna get hurt from time to time but if I don’t, the whole world explodes. Or, okay, maybe not literally , most of the time, but I’m like, a drop in the bucket.”

“Well, you’re a drop in the bucket who matters to me,” she reinforces. Staring into his eyes, she can feel her body relax slightly. “Look, I’ll drop it. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Good. Now, can we please sleep? I am so tired, I’m starting to forget who I am. You’re about to encounter Grinch Odd, and he’s no fun whatsoever.”

“Oh, is he the one who said my face looked like a beet that one time?” she wonders, raising her eyebrows at him. He groans and pushes her away, covering his face with his hands.

“How many times do I have to tell you XANA fucked with my speech?” he grumbles. “Completely scrambled my words. I was going for beautiful.”

“Sure, sure. When in doubt, blame it on XANA?”

“I mean it! I would never call you a beet! A potato, maybe…”

She shoves him and he both winces and laughs. “Oof, that guy did a number on me.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll beat him up for you then.”

“You’re going to beat up XANA?”

“Sure, how hard could it be? I’ll just like, reach into the supercomputer with my full fist-”

They both burst out laughing and fall back against the pillows.

Once it trickles out, she blinks sleepily at the ceiling.

“I never really thought about how long you guys have been going without us, though.”

Odd quirks an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Us. The B-Team, the Pinch Hitters. The Lyoko Warriors’ freaking PR Team! Without someone pulling the strings you must have run into all sorts of trouble, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Odd laughs. “We used to have the authorities trying to invade the factory. Almost got expelled by Delmas. I almost got sent to a psych ward before, that was fun.”

“Jesus, Odd. Why did it take you so long to introduce other people to the fray?”

He shrugs. “No clue, really. One day we just kinda realised… sometimes it’s better to have people around. No man is an island. That can apply to groups too, I guess.”

“And why would you trust me?” Sam presses on, arms folded over her chest. “Sure, I’m your girlfriend, but I’ve hurt you before. I mean really fucked you over. That whole thing with William…”

“You had no way of knowing,” he says firmly. “It was stupid and immature, sure, but how could you have known?”

She shrugs. “I’ve just been thinking about it, I guess.”

They both lapse into silence, but beneath the covers, Odd reaches for her hand.

“I trust you because I trust you,” he says eventually. “And because if we need some big Lyoko Warriors PR Team, I’d want you at the helm. Who else is going to keep William from swaggering off the side of the planet? He can be kinda self-absorbed.”

“Sissi,” Sam deadpans.

“And who else is going to keep Sissi from turning every XANA distraction into a fucking performative art piece?”

“...Okay, fair.”

“By the way, you still taking her out to dinner tomorrow?”

“Apparently. You should tag along as my date.”

He laughs. “No way, I’m no third wheel.”

Sam leans forward and kisses him gently, before muttering, “By the way, I told Ulrich to get me in the main group chat. Think he’ll do it?”

“Absolutely not,” Odd says cheerfully, kissing her back. “But nice try. Here’s to next time.”

…

GROUP CHAT: Into The Lyokoverse

(9:48AM) Jeremie Belpois added Sam Suarez to Into The Lyokoverse.

(9:48AM) Jeremie Belpois: @Everyone Look who decided to show up!

(9:52AM) Yumi Ishiyama: Oh Hi Sam

(9:59AM) Aelita Schaeffer: hey, look who made it to the big leagues!!

(10:10AM) Odd Della Robbia: SAMMMMMMMMM !!!!!!!!!!

(10:12AM) Sam Suarez: !!!!!!!!

[prettyboongi]

Rise and Shine

Reader x Jung Hoseok

1.1k+ words 

Smut (simple but pretty heavy)

[Note: Welcome to my very terrible smutty BTS fanfic. This idea come out of nowhere and I felt like I had to write it out. Since I’m not used to writing smut, I’m kinda embarrassed of this story but who knows, someone might like this one. I’m hoping this won’t be the last and that I’ll get better at writing stuff like this. Anyway, please enjoy!]

Hoseok loves early mornings. There was just something about the freshness of it and the idea of starting the day anew really appealed to him. It was as if the bright rays of the rising sun and the uplifting chirps of the birds gave him the motivation to get out of bed and begin the day. 

You, however, weren’t much of a morning person. It wasn’t that you hated mornings, it was just that the idea of getting up with the sun didn’t really appeal to you. Honestly, you’d rather sleep in for a bit longer and start your day at around 11am. But having a vibrant, early bird of a boyfriend made that nearly impossible. It was almost always up to him to get your lazy ass out of bed and get on with the day, and deep inside of you knew that was good for you. But also deep inside, the question always lies, “Why did I have to fall in love with a man who is practically the embodiment of Apollo?”

Upon waking up, Hoseok did a little stretch and looked out the window. Even the sun was still adjacent to the horizon, seeing the cloudless sky made him know that day was going to be a beautiful day. After gazing at the outside for a minute, he turned his head to look at a slumbering you, the only woman whose beauty rivals the clear morning sky. 

“Y/N, it’s time to wake up,” he attempted to coax you into getting up. No response to you as he expected, just the sound of your light snoring. Propping himself up by his elbow, he was about to give you a small nudge you to wake when something caught his attention. Your chest. You went to sleep wearing your usual tank top and while it wasn’t necessarily tight on your body, it perfectly accentuated your curves. But maybe a little too perfectly.  With you laying on your back, the top part of your body was exposed to the semi chilly morning air, thus causing your nipples to poke through your top. And the sight of seeing your hard, perky nipples made Hoseok unbelievably aroused. Through his pajama pants, he can feel his member hardening and growing. Sure it would’ve been easier to head over to the bathroom and take care of his issue himself. But why do that when he had his incredibly sexy girlfriend next to him? But if waking you up was already challenging enough, initiating morning sex was sometimes closed to second. 

He slowly gets close to you and begins trailing kisses along your jawline all the way to your lips, hoping to spark something. But in your half asleep state, you gently yet sternly pushed his face away and muttered, “Hobi, your breath.” Then fell right back to sleep. 

Slightly offended by your remark (as if your morning breath was any better), he decided to go for more desperate measures. He hovered over you and looked down at your still pert nipples. With just his thumbs, he started to tenderly message them, causing you to stir in your sleep. “Hobi, knock it off,” you tried to sound annoyed but it proved to be difficult as your breath hitched in pleasure. 

“Sorry, baby, I can’t help it,” Hoseok say cheekily, “You just look so fucking sexy.” After rubbing circles on your nipples, he then began to pinch them a bit, knowing that it drives you crazy. Responding to your actions, you moaned and arched your back: a tall tale sign of your growing arousal. Hoseok then migrates his hands to the hem of your tank top. As he slowly lifts up your top, he trails wet but warm kisses up your torso. His tantalizing was too beginning to be too much for you; you grabbed the hem and swiftly took off your tank top, tossing it to the side of the bed. 

The combination of your sudden eagerness and looking at your beautifully round breasts excited him even more. He lowers himself to take one nipple in his mouth while using his hand to message the free one. The sound of your passionate sighs and moans replace the chirping of the birds. The feeling of Hoseok firmly sucking on your nips made you squirm under his body. Your own handa found their way to Hoseok’s wazy, dark brown locks as you grazed fingers through it.

“F-fuck,” you managed whimper, getting lost in absolute ecstasy. 

Hearing you, Hoseok takes his mouth off your breast and looks up at you. With a seductive look in his eyes, he says to you, “Tell me what you want, baby girl.” 

Breathlessly, you stammer, “I w-want you, Hobi. I-i need you.” 

He then crashed his lips into yours, making you moan into his mouth. Despite you protesting about his morning breath earlier, you passionately drank him in as if its been weeks since he last touched you. Both of your tongues happily danced in each other’s mouth before you began to suck on his. You knew this action drove him insane and it definitely worked as Hoseok began to moan himself. 

Breaking away from your now wet and swollen lips, he got on his knees and stripped his pants off, revealing his engorged cock. Sitting cross-legged before you, he orders you to ride him. Silently obeying him, you comfortably position your on his lap and straddle him. After grinding on him for a bit, it doesn’t take you long to find your rhythm. As your pacing becomes perfectly in sync, Hoseok roughly quickens it. Loud moans and near screams fill the room as you feel him rigorously pump in and out of you. 

“Say my name, baby,” he gruffly demands. 

“H-hoseok! Oh god, Hoseok,” you pant, “Please don’t stop.” 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he firmly grabs your waist to steady you. His quick fucking toward into deep, rough pumps inside of you. 

Your body starts to tremble and you have to grab onto his strong shoulders in order not to fall off. “I’m about to come.” 

“Go ahead, baby.” 

Still holding onto his shoulders, you lean back and feel an explosion ripped through your body. “Hoseok!” you screamed so loud that you’re pretty sure the next neighbor heard. 

With your vaginal walls tightening around his cock, it was now Hoseok’s turn to lose control. “Fuck, Y/N,” he gritted through his teeth. He passionately kisses you as his hot cum fills you inside, soon feeling it drip down. Riding the last wave of your orgasm out, you wrap your arms around his neck and hold onto him tightly. Hoseok lovingly sucks on your neck while caressing your damp, overheated body. 

After your heartbeat goes back to its resting pace, you leaned back to look at your boyfriend’s flushed but extremely relaxed face. You smiled at him, “Good morning.” 

He chuckles as he sweetly tucks your hair behind your ear, “Morning, babe.” 

[flockofdoves]

oh wow i woke up wayyyy earlier than i usually do which is good but also i guess that means i cant assume since its thursday and the suns out that i can just listen to the new magnus archives episode just yet its not even 11am yet

[buckyspetpsychopath]

A little bit

David Dobrik x reader Vlog squad Warnings: SMUT, weed, swear words? 

Masterlist

Request: Hi, so I just really would love a smut with David and the reader high, after the interview and the podcast I can’t stop thinking about high David hahaha, thanks anyway, I love your writing!

(By the way, thank you SO much! Warms my heart when people like my writing! I don’t do it as often as I’d like as I’m in college trying to get good grades for University but I am super close to the end of my course and hope to write a lot more! :) ) 

"So, you smoke weed?" the lie detector guy asks. "hmmm no" David thinks, shaking his head slightly. "David" the guy chastises. "A little bit" David giggles. "I'll smoke like once in every like 6 months" he shrugs. The idea pops into my head and I leave the room after that. I can see David panicking now I'm leaving but I silently reassure him he's ok. The fans aren't aware we're dating yet but I had been around the vlogs for around a year and a half and everyone always shipped us, even more after he and Liza broke up.I go outside and call Dom.

"Hello?" he says. "Hey Dom, it's y/n" I say. "Oh hey are you ok?" he asks genuinely confused since I barely call him. "Uh, I was just wondering if you had any weed? Like, just for me and David. I'll pay you" I say. "David wants weed?" he asks shocked. "And you? have you ever even smoked?" "I just realised he hasn't done it in a while and he's been really stressed. I've never done it and thought I'd surprise him with some." I explain. "Oh, cool. Well yeah sure you can come on over now if you're ready?" "Uh yeah that's great, David's in an interview. Thank you, Dom!" I smile. "It's ok" he laughs. "See you soon," he says and then we hang up. 

I inform Natalie where I am going and she nods. I get an uber over to the apartment and Dom answers the door pretty soon after I knock. "Hey" he grins pulling me into a hug. "Hey, thank you for this" I smile. "I'd say I am shocked but that's an understatement" he laughs leading me into his bedroom. He gets his little stash of weed and holds it in front of me. "How much do you want?" "Honestly? I have no idea. I don't want a lot, and David never has too much. Just enough for us both to get buzzed." I shrug. He nods and starts sorting it for me. I go to sit on his bed but cringe and decide to stand. "I think I gotta be the one to warn you, this'll get you a bit horny" he snorts and I blush. "Well who's saying that isn't what drew me to it" I tease and he raises his eyebrows. "Oh yeah sure. Like you wouldn't utter the words and David would be at your beck and call. He's whipped for you. The second you want sex he'll be there for you" he laughs and so do I. "And don't think I don't know it goes both ways" he smirks and I blush. "That's love Dom" I tease nudging his arm. "Someday" he shrugs. He hands me the little package and I reach in my purse. "No. its fine." "Dom please" I groan and he shrugs his head. "Seriously its fine. I just got a load, its ok." he says and I sigh. "Well thank you" I say and lean in to hug him. He hugs me back for a second before walking me to his door. "See you soon" he smiles and I grin waving at him. I look at my phone and see Natalie had texted me.

'We finished up here and went to get food then heading back the house. You want anything?' it says so I text her what I want to eat, and then uber back to the house. We arrive at the same time and I smile going over to hug David. "Hey where did you go?" he pouts. "To get something" I shrug and he squints his eyes at me. "Get what?" "Doesn't matter" I giggle following Natalie into the house. David shrugs it off and follows us. We all talk as we eat our food and then Natalie informs us she's going out and won't be back tonight. I send her a wink and she rolls her eyes playfully making me pull tongues at her. David catches our exchange and groans.

"What is going on?" he sighs. "So, I did something a little out of my comfort zone but I know how you get with experiences things with people for the first time" I start and he nods, his eyes lighting up a little. "So I asked Natalie to go out tonight and she agreed, so I left the interview earlier to go to the apartment to see Dom." I say and Davids eyes widen. "I got us some weed" I announce. "Babe no are you crazy? You didn't have to" "What? What do you mean?" I frown. "Well I don't do it much and you've never done it before we don't have to do it. Lets just cuddle" "I thought you'd enjoy it. You've been so stressed out lately. And it just made me think of it in your lie detector test" I try to explain. "Also, I've heard some things about being high" I bite my lips sliding my hand across his thigh seductively. His eyes widen and he gulps. "Ok" he chokes out leaning into my touch. I grin and whip out the weed and lighter. 

We decide to take it out into his garden and lay down one of the chairs whilst we share the blunt. David takes the first breath before handing it to me. There's something about watching his smoke that sent tingles to my core. He shows me how to do it so I take hold of it and take a breathe, like how he showed me. He watches carefully for my reaction and I grin as I let it out. We pass it back and forth and when we've had enough we just lie there for a moment. I lift my head and grin at David slightly. He looks down at me with a lazy smile.

"Hi" I giggle. "Hey" he laughs leaning down to peck my lips. When he's pulling away I let out a whine and chase after his lips. His hand connects with my cheek, the other going to my legs and flipping me on top of him so I'm straddling him. He groans into my mouth as I grind down on his now hard on. "I want you" I moan. He nods slightly biting down on my lip lightly. He dizzily stands up with me in his arms- legs around his waist tightly and hands tugging at his hair.

 He seems to crash into every wall on the way to his bedroom, one article of clothing being dropped at each point. By the time we reach his bed we're completely naked. He moans as he sinks into me. He pulls away from my lips for the first time in a while to drop his head into my neck. He moves at a steady pace and I can't help but let out porn-star kind of moans as the feeling of him inside me mixed with the euphoric buzzed feeling only heightens the feeling even more. I feel every move David makes, every inch he sinks in deeper. Every kiss he presses to my neck and the feeling of his hands tightening around my neck slightly has my back arching. David starts moving faster and my eyes are practically rolling at his point.

"Dave, don't fucking stop" I screech, hands clawing at his back. He moans at the touch so I know it's ok to continue, not like I could physically stop myself anyway. "You feel amazing Dave" I moan. He hums in agreement and connects our lips again. I tighten my legs around his waist giving him room to move even deeper inside me. One of my hands grips his cheek as we make out and the other pulls at the back of his hair, giving little tugs to which he groans. "Baby I'm so close" he gasps out and I nod quickly. David pushes in even harder and something in me snaps. My back is arching and I'm screaming out his name repeatedly. He's thrusting as fast as he can now as he rides out my orgasm. A moment later he starts moving slower as he cums. I moan at the slight overstimulation and the feeling of him cumming inside me- of course, I was on the pill. 

When we've both stopped shaking he pulls out of me and collapses next to me. He's facing down on the bed facing me and I'm still laid up right. I turn my head to see David leaning on one of his arms staring at me. "What" I giggle tiredly. "You just amaze me. Thank you for that, really needed it" he mumbles. I smile at him and he grins back widely. "You're so freaking beautiful" he exclaims and I blush. I tiredly haul myself over to him, cuddling into his naked, sweaty body. He traces circles on my hip as we fall asleep.

In the morning I wake up to the light streaming in. I look over and see it is 11am. I groan and turn over to see David just waking up too. He smiles once he sees me awake."So, last night" he teases and I roll my eyes. "I think that was the best sex we've ever had" I admit and he frowns. "Now every time I'm gonna have to make it that good or we'll only have sex when we get high which won't be for another 6 months" he teases but I can tell he's actually worried. "You make every time amazing. But last night was special. I don't even think it was the weed, to be honest, I just completely wanted you. I love you so much David" I smile stroking his cheek. "I love you too" he smiles pecking my lips. "I'm gonna marry you someday" he admits sitting up. My eyes widen. "We can't get married" I gasp and his head whips to mine. "Wait what, why?" he looks offended and I sit up leaning over to kiss his bare shoulder. "If we get married I'll never be able to keep my hands off you" I admit and his shoulders relax. He laughs and pushes me onto my back starting a make-out session. We're interrupted when the doorbell rings. "I forgot, I invited a couple people over yesterday morning" he groans. "Its ok. Probably for the best. I don't even know if I can walk right now, never mind after another round" I sigh and see David trying not to smile. He quickly throws clothes on and then goes to answer the door. I slowly stand up and put some clothes on. I feel gross being deprived of a shower this morning but stumble my way out of the bedroom. My eyes widen when practically everyone is here. I groan and limp over to the couch.

"You ok" Erin asks and I nod. "You don't seem ok" Carly asks raising her eyebrows. I shrug and look over to David who's fighting back a smile. We all sit around and talk for a while before David stands up to go make a coffee for Jason. As he reaches up in the cupboard for a drink Jeff gasps. "What the fuck dude. What did you do to him y/n" he exclaims making everyone look over at David. His shirt had raised and it was very clear that the marks down his back were left from my hands. They all look over to me and I shrug at David. They're our friends so I'm not too bothered by sharing our sex life. "We got high and had a little, well let's call it a cuddle sesh" I giggle and everyone breaks out into cheers. "Didn't think you had it in you" Erin smirks tapping my arm. I laugh and cuddle into David as he flops next to me. "So is that why y/n is limping?" Zane teases. I blush and hide my face in Davids' neck. "Guilty" he smirks and I gasp, slapping his chest lightly. I laugh and we all move onto a different topic. I’m practically glued to Davids side all day, not wanting to be away from each other- but neither of us mind. 

[thisisstillme]

Someone Fishy

Tuesday 28th May
Had such an amazing night last night, but the realisation that the holiday is coming to an end is setting in.
Had Fred on my case this morning, shared my crisps with him. He’s so demanding!!
We have a couples massage booked for 11am, it was lovely so nice and relaxing and they gave us a lovely plate of desserts with congratulations on. I’m happy that Fred now has a nice selection, but then the husband reminds me its our platter and Fred does not get first dibs. He’s so strict!!
We found a nice spot on the beach under a parasol to soak up some rays. I decided to bite the bullet and sort some things out for my return, firstly lashes, very important, then nails & waxing also very important, then Sainsbury’s delivery.
Feel like I’m going to be a new woman when I return, new diet, new skincare regime & keeping on top of my housework, so easy to be a better person when you’re on a sun lounger with a cocktail.
Back in the room I put a snack out for Fred I whistle and he flies over, have a little chat with him the husband says “what?” I said “it’s ok I’m talking to Fred” he rolls his eyes muttering of course you are. Imagine how bad I’m going to be with a dog!!
We go to Sizzle for the last time, I keep debating with myself about having something other than steak. As we sit down I put my bag down at my feet, the woman on the table next to me picks it up, I look at her and she says “oh I thought it was my bag!” She sounds just like Borat. She hands in back to me and I place it on the other side of me, away from her prying hands. We order our food, I lose my debate with myself and order steak.
There’s a bit of a commotion at the next table. The borat woman isn’t happy, she’s telling the waitress she wants to speak to the manager, as she was told she could order fish, she doesn’t want meat. Er this is a steakhouse luv! The poor girl tells her she’s already spoken to the manager but she keeps on insisting. The husband and I want to discuss so resort to messaging each other across the table. I spot that she has one of those thermos things that people take to the bar on holiday and fill with booze, hers is BMW. I’m pretty sure she was standing in the restaurant earlier in her bikini and kaftan clutching her BMW thermos and they wouldn’t let her in. Who comes to a steakhouse for fish. She’s obviously pissed and up for a row, she also has a carrier bag, what’s in it? A body part?
They eventually rustle her some fish up and she gobbles that down and leaves. Thank God. She’d kept trying to make eye contact with us but I wasn’t having any of it. We enjoy another delicious meal and head on back to the bar. As we’re sitting there we notice Borats sister again, she’s only digging in to the buffet! She takes her overfilled plate out on to the terrace, where her BMW thermos is sat waiting. The next time we look over, she’s fast asleep, she’s quite obviously a heavy sleeper as she is sat right next to the live music.
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[offical-potato]

Y’all interested in the crazy shit that happened to me today? Ugh imma vent below

Okay so backstory...I have a 9am class so I leave for school at 8:30 and eat a piece of toast in the car. After my 9-11am class I have to rush to my other class that starts at 11:10 that for some reason today my crazy art teacher had us meet somewhere different idk man not super important to the story. however, what is important is that I’m not really hungry until later in the day and so my stupid ass doesn’t really have a real meal until I get home.

So my 11:10am class is going on and I have a small snack but mostly I’m hyped up on earl grey tea and an iced mocha that I downed in the first 30 minutes of class. Now I realize that lots of caffeine+little food is bad but normally I’m fine and this isn’t really important until later in the story so remember that for later.

Alrighty to normally my 11am class gets out at 2pm but today my teacher decided we were done at like 1:30 so that was chill. So I’m leaving to drive home and I’m chillin in the car. Basically there is this one main road where I live that’s super busy and the lanes are tight. ALSO I’m a fairly new driver and I will admit not the best one... so I’m on this fucking main road and driving the semi-old SUV (its a total mom car lol) and I HIT THE FUCKING CURB GOING 30 MPH AND MY FUCKING TIRE GOES OUT.

Now okay listen here kids, if you get a flat you should turn off the road and slowly stop and check what’s up.

So that was I did. I turned off onto one of the side roads and there a big fucking hole in my back right tire. UGH I KNOW... so being the awesome fucking (semi) grown ass woman I am I look up how to put on a spare tire to get this shit started.

Side note: I was in the most butch outfit and I was living for it! I had blue jeans, a studded belt, a normal white tee that I tied into a crop top, and a flannel tied around my waist because it’s hot and I’ve gotta get those layers in the morning! Also I recently got a buzzcut and have 7 piercings...

Back to my story... so I’m now trying to find the fucking spare tire which is crazy and hidden. You’ve gotta take a plastic part off just to get to the jack kit like this shit is H-I-D-D-E-N! So when’s I find the jack kit I need to use some of those tools to loosen another thing to get the spare which btw is under the car suspended with some chain stuff. it’s an elaborate setup. Protip if your gonna take someone’s hubcaps Infiniti’s will be hard to take they’ve got some crazy shit.

Okay so this spare drops but it won’t come all the way out from under the car and by this time my dad gets here to help because I’ve never done this shit before. So he’s helping and we eventually...with much effort.... get the ruined tire off and spare on! Wooo I felt so accomplished like I helped with this shit and got that spare out from it’s crazy ducking hiding space like that shit was not easy.

But potato you ask? This surely must be where the story ends? NOPE HONEY I WISH!

I get home and I live on a hill so second tip kids, if you are parking downhill you need to turn your tires into the curb Incase it slides down. So I do this but my dad said I’m to close to the curb and need to move it alway.

This is fine I can do this. BUT THIS MOTHERFUCKING CAR LIKES TO FALL DOWN EVEN THO I PUT MY FUCKING FOOT ON THE BRAKE AND WENT STRAIGHT TO THE GAS IN R SO I CAN BACK UP LIKE DAMN KIDS THIS IS HARD SHIT.

I HIT THE CAR IN FRONT OF MY AND BOY OH BOY IM CUSSING UP A STORM. like at this point I’m close to crying because as I stated earlier, I haven’t had any real food! I just spend sm time changing my flat! And I’m tired!

Thank fuck tho the car in front of my had a soft rack thing so there WASNT ANY DAMAGE!!!! I swear there are little things in life that make me happy and I was so glad. I was shaking at that point and so done. Idk what I would’ve done if there was damage. Also don’t tell me neighbor I hit their car....

Y’all don’t know how grateful I was that there wasn’t any damage to their car. Like omf.

Moral of the story: I need to eat more food and drink less caffeine ALSO I’m a boss ass bitch so don’t fuck with me

[jaxonkreide]

Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 mutuals you want to get to know better.

Was tagged by the amazing *drumroll* @quietlyapocalyptic *cheering* *confetti!*

Nicknames: Jax or Jaxon c: sometimes Jaxi

Zodiac sign: Scorp and Sagi!

Height: way too small *grumbles* 170cm

Hogwarts House: uhhhh probably Ravenclaw? I dunno, never too sure tbh

Last thing you googled: “11am est to berlin” “175cm in feet” “robert downey junior” you know, i felt nice and gave you the last three XD See a german struggling with figuring out american stuff and oh rdj is here too

Favourite musicians: hmmmm people making video game soundtracks... Bump of Chicken, also World Order......... and others I’m sure. I don’t really follow a lot of musicians XD

Song stuck n your head: currently nothing!

Following: 109 peeps!

Followers: 333, we’re halfway there to a big milestone, guys XDD

Do you get asks: sometimes. Rarely.

Amount of sleep: 6-9 hours, but at the worst hours soo kdjghsdf

Lucky Number: hmmm 413 probably. Not so much lucky as just continuously following me since I first started reading Homestuck 🤔

What are you wearing: WELL. Considering I was caught in the rain earlier because I underestimated the time it would take to start raining again... A random tshirt out of my closet and mickey mouse shorts, cause my other stuff is completely drenched XD

Dream job: hmmm never really had one tbh. Does dragon rider count as a dream job?

Dream trip: Somewhere up north where it’s cold and there���s snow, maybe. I dunno khdsgsdf I’m not much about actually having dreams, I think kjhdgdf

Instrument: I can play the guitar! Sadly, I haven’t taken it out in a while tho jkdhsfd i never know what to play...

Languages: German and English, seeing as I’m a german writing english on the internet..... but nothing else XD too bad at languages, i guess

Favourite songs: Weight of the World (english version) from Nier Automata and Running on Air by Nathan Trent! Somehow it’s always those two songs I come back to in the end...

Random fact: My mom gifted me this little sheep that starts flashing in different colors when you connect the circuit underneath its body yesterday. At first, she thought you could only make it work with water, I was the one that logically deduced you could just touch both little things with your finger at the same time and it would work just as well. And no, the current is so small that you don’t feel a thing, you barely need to be touching them at all to start working.

Aesthetic: I dunno? Whatever looks beautiful to me. Nature, long abandoned buildings, space.... just beautiful things. Also suits? Suits are good. My cat, definitely too. Sunsets... a lot of things

And I’ll be tagging!!! Uhm... Not as many people as this thing wants. I don’t even have 21 mutuals, because I don’t follow a lot of people in the first place XD so uhh. Let’s see... @harunnn @minightrose @sevi007 and yeah, that should be enough, right?

[imagine-loki]

An unexpected friendship

TITLE: An unexpected friendship

AUTHOR: beetrootgirl

Chapter: 3

IMAGINE: Imagine that on coming to earth, Strange and Loki had a heated argument resulting in Strange turning Loki into a 16 years old teenager. He still have his strength and seidr but cannot undo the spell. You, a shield agent, join the avengers in order to be safe and away from the hands of Hydra because of your past and superpowers. You are assigned to be his handler as you are of the same age and have experience in babysitting Tony. No one knows about your past in the avengers except for Tony. 

RATING: Everyone so far

NOTES/WARNINGS: Oh god! Yeah so we have finally completed the reader description *phew*. Here’s where the fun part begins. Again sorry for not uploading sooner. This is a little long (or so I think). The timeline is after two month and the reader is 15. I had so many ideas for this and ended up mixing some of them. Trust me, I wrote this one several times and I was so tired by rejecting that I was like, (dramatically) “This is the last time I’m gonna write it and if it turns out bad, I DON’T CARE!”. So yeah, that’s myself for you *haha*. I think it didn’t turn out ‘logical’, I don’t know. I know I’m late for autumn but I really wanted to write it. If you like it please reblog it. I really need appreciation. English is not my mother tongue so sorry for the mistakes. Enjoy teenage Loki!

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Tony had been so overprotective of you from that incident on. When Pepper came back, he introduced you to her and she readily adopted you in the family of misfits.

Same thing happened when the avengers came back. Tony introduced you to them and they all greeted you happily and accepted you quickly. They all commented how adorable you were and one by one came over to pull and admire your poor cheeks.

Your cheeks were a hurting mess after that.

Natasha and Clint had a special place for you and you often trained with Nat and she taught you many of her own combat skills. You learned archery with Clint too and he was so impressed at how fast you were learning.

When Spiderman showed up, Tony made both of you to know each other and after knowing about your powers, he adopted you as a sister. He even told you his secret and you often went to his house and Aunt May adored you. She didn’t know about Peter being Spiderman so you told her that since Peter is a little older than you, Tony assigned him to keep you company besides his internship.

You and Thor had a special relationship. He always hugged you whenever you came near him like a bear.

It was autumn, and he was finally returning from Asgard. You were beyond excited to meet him and ask him about his time on Asgard. Everyone was excited. But unbeknownst to all, he was bringing an unannounced guest.

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Two days later

Today was the day when Thor was finally coming.

Your morning was not as normal as they always were. You were more excited to see him than anyone expected. You went into the kitchen smiling. Clint gave you a plate of chocolate pancakes and they were gone as soon as you sat at the dining table and started eating.

After breakfast, everyone was in the common room, waiting for Thor to show up any time with that weird rainbow light. The news had spread many days ago and the press reporters were lined up outside the tower to see The Mighty Thor.

After some time, a loud crashing noise was heard, but it seemed pretty far. You all headed out to the window to see what it was, but it was gone as soon as it had arrived. With no signs of Thor. Everyone thought it was a wrong call, but you had a different feeling. Your spider-sense was telling you that something wasn’t right.

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Two hours had passed and still Thor wasn’t there. The media too was exhausted waiting for him to come. But then a lightning volt struck the tower and landed a jovial and booming Thor. Too…. jovial and booming, you noticed.

He came and greeted you all, “Hello my friends!”

He hugged everyone one by one including you, but you were not as excited as you were earlier. You noticed that something wasn’t good.

Tony grumbled, “ You are very late. We were waiting from morning and now its 11am. What took you so long?”

Thor looked sheepish and answered, “I will tell you everything but first listen to me please.” Then after a pause he continued, “You all remember my brother, don’t you?”

Everyone stiffened and that was the answer he got. “After the Chitauri battle he was put into the cells of Asgard and still was there when I last time went to visit. My mother was not at all happy with him being imprisoned, so she requested my father to change his punishment. She asked him to send Loki with me to undo the damages he has done in the past.” Till the last part everyone’s eyes were wide and Thor was avoiding any eye contact at all.

Natasha spoke first, “Please tell me your father didn’t allow it.”

Thor answered again sheepishly, “Unfortunately, he did. He can’t see my mother sad. But you don’t need to be afraid or anything. He has changed now, well too much actually, and he is not at all dangerous. I assure you, he won’t cause any harm now.”

Of course, no one believed him. Tony spoke up, “Are you really sure he is harmless? I mean, he did try to conquer the earth and it took us several years to rebuild the city after the battle.”

Thor told him irritated, “Yes I am 100 percent- no 95 percent sure he won’t do anything. Especially in this form.”

“What form?”, You asked.

He called out towards the wall, “ Come out brother! They want to see you! You cannot always hide. Come on!”

And then what happened was unexpected. Out of nowhere Loki came out. But what surprised everyone was that his height wasn’t as tall as normal and he looked much younger (like in Thor 1 but more younger than that) and his hair were also not as long as anyone remembered.

He had become a teenager. Almost 15-16 years, you assumed. He was looking irritated and ashamed.

Cap was the first to speak, “What happened to him?”

Thor answered with a sigh, “When we were coming back, I thought it would be best if the reporters don’t know about him. So we landed far away from the tower. But after landing we were sucked up by a portal and landed at Doctor Strange’s. And that’s where everything happened. Strange and my brother got into a very heated argument and when Strange got too annoyed of Loki he turned him into a teenager. He still have his powers though.”

Clint asked, “So, the spell will break or is he stuck in this form?”

Thor said, “We were unable to find any way to undo it so, he is stuck in this form for now.”

No one knew what to do. To relax or to tense up. Everything was so complicated. But then you noticed that Loki was looking at each one of you with no readable expression. And then his eyes landed on you. You both maintained eye contact and you could see curiosity on his face. You gave him an awkward half smile and he looked away to see the rest of the avengers.

Tony said, “Wait, wait, wait. You can’t let him here, in MY tower, without my permission.”

Thor said, “Stark, please. It’s the Allfather’s order and there is no other place here for Loki to stay. We know him. We can perhaps help him to rehabilitate.”

Tony disagreed, “No! How can we keep him here? The city he tried to destroy?! The tower he almost destroyed?! Look Thor, he is a danger and we can’t keep a danger near us. Take him back.”

After that you glanced again at Loki and saw a hint of hurt. Even after all those years living in prison, no one was willing to accept him.

You told Tony, “If Thor is insisting so much, we should allow him to stay here. He reassured us that Loki is changed and he won’t do anything, so where’s the problem in that? Besides, Thor is always here if anything goes wrong.”

Everyone looked towards you like you had two heads. But then Vision spoke up, “I think Su is right. We always have Thor here and it is the Allfather’s order so we don’t know what he will do if we don’t follow it. And if Loki is really dangerous, then there is no other good place for him to live except with the avengers.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. At least you weren’t the only one who had two heads.

Thor pleaded again, “Please, my friends. Loki may have been evil but I know that deep down still there my brother lives. Please, this maybe can change him completely.”

Cap considered that and finally agreed, “Okay, he can live here. As long as he doesn’t cause any trouble.” He said the last part narrowing his eyes at Loki and giving him a warning.

Thor boomed, “Excellent. Come brother, let me introduce you to all of them.” He then took Loki closer to everyone and pointed to all new comers whom Loki didn’t know with their names and powers.

At last it was your turn. You gave him a smile and extended your hand to him, “Hi, I’m Su.”

He didn’t shake your hand, except looked curiously at you, “You are not from here”, he remarked.

You slowly took your hand still smiling and whined internally 'not again’. “No, I’m from India.”

He commented again, “That is not your true name, I presume?”

“No, it’s not”, You answered shortly as you always did to these kinds of questions.

“May I ask then what is your real name?”, He asked irritated by your short answers and forgetting about manners in his curiosity.

“You may not”, You answered still smiling uncomfortably.

Then Thor interfered both of you, “ Brother, stop being rude to her. Here, let me introduce you two. This is Su, an agent of shield.”

Loki asked unbelievingly, “But she is just a kid. Why would Fury hire a kid?”

Thor answered, “That is a mystery to all of us brother. But she is a very sweet girl and almost of your age. You two can warm up soon to each other.”

Loki went to say something but was cut off by the sound of elevator opening and Fury stepped out. He looked to everyone present in the room and everyone looked to him. Then his eyes fell on Loki.

He asked Thor, “Why have you brought him back here?”

Thor went to answer but Tony spoke first, “First off, you tell us why you are here. Unannounced.”

He answered, “I came here to know the reason why Thor is late and why he is appearing after hours from the bifrost crash. And also to check up on Su.”

“So, I’m gonna ask you again, why have you brought your brother back?”, Fury asked again.

“My mother and father thought it best to give him a second chance and send him with me to do something good. But unfortunately, he was turned into a teenager when we came by Doctor Strange and that’s where the two hours have been wasted”, Thor answered making long story short and clearly annoyed by repeating the whole thing again.

“How can we believe that he is not dangerous?”

Thor said, “He is reformed. He won’t do anything to harm any of you and I’m always here if anything happens.”

Fury didn’t look convinced, “No Thor, we can’t have it. You will take his side because you are his brother but he needs to prove that he is truly harmless. I am keeping agent Su as his handler. Su, you are gonna keep an eye on him and make sure he isn’t going to plan something. I trust you. Consider this your new mission.”

“Yes, Director,” You replied formally.

Tony went to disagree, “How can you do this?! No! She is not gonna do that. You are putting her in danger.”

Fury replied calmly, “Stark, I know that. But she can defend herself properly. And I truly trust her.”

With that, he went , leaving you in charge of The God of Mischief.

Wanda said, “If we are done here, I would like to go and do some training.”

And slowly everyone went to do their work except for you, Thor, Tony and Loki.

Thor said, “Come brother, let me show you your room.”

And they both went leaving you and Tony alone.

Tony spoke, “I can’t believe Fury did that. I mean, he came to me with you to keep you safe and now he only put you in danger.”

You said “Tony, I can protect myself, you know that. Don’t you trust me?”

“No. It’s not like that. I trust you. But I don’t trust him.”

“Come on, Tony. It’s fine. It’s my mission. Besides, what could go wrong?”

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Our Song (pt 6)

Summary: School playboy, and jock Jungkook is the last person you’d expect to be a soulful musician, but everybody has their secrets

Jungkook x Reader (fluff, angst, smut next chapter)

a/n: ahhh thank you for all the requests, getting requests and feedback about my stories literally makes my life I love you all so freaking much ALSO SORRY IT TAKES ME LIKE 50 YEARS TO POST OMFG

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“Y/n L/n IT IS 2:17AM DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA--” Your mother screams, pacing in the kitchen, while your dad scowls beside her. You sit at the dinner table, numbly listening to their tirade. You’re still half asleep, and tired from earlier. 

You’d fallen asleep at Jungkook’s earlier that night, and woken up when he’d rolled over in his sleep, and flopped on top of you. In the moment it was funny, until you read the clock that glowed “2:10am” in ominous white lettering. 

“JUNGKOOK I-AGDHGDJ” You’d screamed, pushing him off and springing from the bed. He sat up, hair sticking up in all directions as you hopped around his room, desperately tugging your jeans on. 

“What?” His voice was deep and grumbly as he rubbed his eyes and tried to process the situation. His eyes finally settled on the clock, and he gasped and dashed out the door, “MEET ME IN THE CAR!!!” He screamed, scrambling for the keys. 

The two of you hit 70 in a 25, managing to get you home by 2:15, saving about 8 minutes on your usual drive time. You kissed him one more time before getting out of the car, trying to savor one last good moment before you met your bitter end. “I love you forever Y/n,” He smiles, stress evident in his tense body. 

“I love you forever too Jungkook.” You sighed, facing the house, having accepted your impending doom. The second the door had closed behind you, the lights came on and the screaming began.

By 2:45 your parents decided they had enough and sent you swiftly to bed, but not before taking your phone and sentencing you to 2 weeks of being grounded. 

You lied in bed, emotionally drained as you stared at the ceiling. But even then, you couldn’t help but smile. You really did love him. 

From: My Mans :)

Saturday, 2:30am

Y/n??

Y/n is everything okay???

Im so sorry 

I really am I didnt mean for time to get away from us like that

Ughhhhhh Y/n please dont be mad

Please dont be mad

Ok uhhhh text me tomorrow ig. I love you

Sunday, 10:11am

Y/n really Im getting worried

Pls tell me this is a prank? AHAHAh im laughing

2:45pm

I showed you my dick pls reply

Y/N 

4:41pm

goddddd

Y/n i really love youuuuu

Knock knock

Whos there?

NOT YOU APPARENTLY SJHDGSJFAHKSAHJ

6:18pm

ok so

I guess youre mad?

Annnnd idk what I did so I cant say sorry

BUT if you tell me what I did wrong I can apologize

sooooo

uGAUKHSFGHJ Y/N

See 216 More Messages?

You grin scrolling through your messages. It was 7:45am on a monday, and you’d just gotten your phone back. You’d spent the weekend without electronics, and with plenty of housework. You still had two weeks of house arrest, but you would get to see your friends at school, and keep your phone, so things were already looking up. Your parents didn’t know you lost your v-card, so they didn’t really have anything against Jungkook except for him keeping you out too late. 

To: My Mans :)

7:48- Come get meeeeee :P

Within 2 minutes of sending that text Jungkook replies, making you laugh.

From: My Mans :)

7:56- Oh my god are you kidding me I text you all day every day all weekend and this is all I get back? No heartfelt message? Am I just a rockin bod and a cool car to you? Damn, you thotties really be cold

7:57- Omw

“What the fuuuuck,” Jungkook whines pulling you in by the hips and kissing you, pressing you against him. 

“Sorry, my parents took my phone.” You grin, ruffling his hair and getting in the car. 

“God I thought I was bad in bed or something, you really did a number on my insecurity this weekend,” He grins, taking the car out of park. 

Walking through school felt different now. You felt dirty and exposed. You felt like everybody knew what you did that weekend. Walking down the halls hand in hand with Jungkook, you usually got some stares, but now it felt like all eyes were on you. Jungkook seemed fine, unbothered even. As he should of course, and as you should too. You just couldn’t shake that unsettled feeling though. 

Eventually that feeling left, and a feeling of pride took its place. You were his girl, the person he decided was worthy enough to be his first. Telling your friends really gassed you up. 

“Y/N YOU WHAT?!” Lisa was screaming. You guys were between classes and you couldn’t really think of a good time to tell them, so you figured now was as good as any. “You got dicked down? Like all the way down?!” Lisa whispered, eyes wide.  “Yeah! Do you guys hate me?” You grin nervously.

“No! Just don’t ditch us for booty calls,” Jisoo grins and nudges you. The three of you laugh while you give them details as you walk to your next class. You’re caught up in the story before somebody runs into you, jolting you from your thoughts. You look back in annoyance to see who the perpetrator was. Mark Tuan just hurries off, ignoring you. “Hey, ignore him. You’re Jeon Jungkook’s squeeze now, we have more important things to think about.” Jisoo laughs, grabbing your arm and tugging you down the hallway.

Mark

Jungkook was still a part of our group I guess. Bam and Taehyung jumped on the chance to talk to him again after things had been tense the last few weeks. Jungkook texted them and asked if we could all hang after lacrosse, so of course that meant I had to wait after school til 5 for them. 

Roaming the empty halls I scroll through instagram, trying to occupy my headspace. I really had been enjoying my guy time recently, but I can’t lie, I do miss my time with Y/n. After school hot chocolate and homework had become a fixture in my life, like she had been. It felt like there was a big empty hole where she used to be, in my house and in my head. 

“Mr. Tuan,” Mr. Atkinson’s voice rips me from  my thoughts. 

“Yes sir?” I turn, pocketing my phone.

“Wanna take a walk?” Atkinson approaches, not really giving me a choice. We both walk in silence for a minute or so, our footsteps echoing down the halls. “Have you been alright recently? You and Y/n don’t talk anymore, and you’ve fallen in with a..lesser crowd.” His voice is light, but I can hear the more serious tone beneath.

“Yeah, people just..grow apart.” I shrug, shoving my hands in my pockets.

“Yeah but you and y/n didn’t. Or at least she didn’t. I know there’s more. Now, I don’t expect you wanting to talk to your washed up teacher about your personal life, but you should talk to her. Or someone.” He’s right. I sigh, nodding. 

“What do I say?” My voice is quiet, ashamed.

“It never hurts to start with sorry.” 

You lay on your bed, scrolling through your phone on a break from homework. Your break had already taken 2 hours, oops. Suddenly a picture of Mark doing a double chin fills up your home screen while your phone buzzes, signaling a call from your old friend. It had been a hot minute since you’d gotten a call from him; it had been a hot minute since you’d gotten any kind of formality from him in general. 

“Hello?” You slowly hit the green button.

“I’m sorry Y/n. Can we talk?”