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gothicfied · 13 days ago

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Hey, i love your writing. I was wondering if you could do a Dae-ho fic where the reader is apart of his group (with gi-hun and stuff) but used to date Thanos, who is trying to win her back. She asks the boys to help stop her from going back to him cause she can;' help but want to. Later dae ho asks why she dated thanos cause he was toxic and she admits she feels she doesn't deserve better. Dae ho confesses and promises that he will give her better. I don't know if this makes sense, but thanks :)

Why can't I let go? - Kang Dae-ho / Player 388

Pairing: Kang Dae-ho / Player 388 x fem!reader (maybe slight Thanos x reader)

Summary: Seeing your ex months after your break up made you question things again, but Dae-ho gave you a reason not to go back to him.

Warnings: Mentions of death/dying, gunshots (typical squid game stuff), other than that it's just fluff, not proof read (english isn't my first language)

Word count: ~ 1.6k

A/N: hi and thank you sm!! I hope this comes close to what you had in mind (:

What made being in this slaughter house even worse for you, besides the fact that you had to worry about dying every few seconds, was the fact that your literal ex boyfriend somehow also ended up here. Well, actually, you knew exactly why Thanos, as he liked to call himself now, entered the games as well — Not only did he basically bankrupt himself with investing in that stupid crypto currency, no, he took most of your savings too and created unnecessary money problems for you. That was obviously the break-up-reason, although he just wasn't the best boyfriend over all.

His presence already pissed you off when spotting him in the crowd after initially waking up in that uncomfortable bunk bed. Thanos only spotted you when walking up the weird, colorful stairs to the first game. Pushing other players to the side, he made his way up to you and tapped you on the shoulder, non-stop apologizing for what he had done to you. It has been like that since you broke things off with him, but you made the effort to block him on everything and simply not answer the door when he came by every now and then to win you back.

Thanos was annoying and dangerous, as it showed itself in Red-Light-Green-Light. Not only was he a junkie, he was also seemingly ready to sacrifice the life of other people for his own benefit. At first, when Player 456 yelled out that everyone who got 'disqualified' would essentially get shot, you didn't want to believe him. Even Thanos leaned over to you, much to your annoyance, and said "What the fuck is this guy on?". He's one to talk, huh. In the end, when Player 456 was right, you immediately took his advice and voted 'X' during the first voting.

"Thanks for saving us back there." you said to Player 456, hesitantly approaching him and his friend, Player 390. They introduced themselves as Gi-hun and Jung-bae, inviting you to sit down and eat with them. A few moments later another young man dropped down from his bed and agreed with you, also claiming that how Gi-hun acted was heroic. "Why'd you vote like that then?" you asked Dae-ho after he sat down next to you, pointing at the blue badge upon his chest. "Ah, you know," feeling like he got caught, he kept looking away from your eyes, "the money now is not nearly enough to pay off my debts. But, don't worry, I'll definitely vote different next time!" You guys continued talking and even laughing a bit, telling each other about your life outside of here.

You, alongside Jung-bae, found out that he was a marine. Both were actually, immediately finding common ground. Watching them joke around with each other, you couldn't help but smile — Which stopped as soon as you looked to the other side, to the people who voted 'O', and spotted Thanos staring at you. He was clearly not happy with how you voted or the fact that another man made you laugh, even though you only met him a few minutes ago. That's just how Thanos is, you feared: always jealous about someone, worried you're going to cheat on him, but would then flirt with his female fans in the same breath. He always claimed it was because they were his fans and they loved to feel like he was reachable, but that was never a justification for you.

For some reason, that you didn't pay attention to, a little fight between the two sides broke out, and Thanos thought this was the best time to drag you away from all that and talk with you. You saw him stand up and approach you, to which you already shook your head, but when he grabbed your arm and just took you with him, you couldn't do much. "Why would you do that?" he asked you, his eyes staring into yours. "What? What did I do now? Can't you just leave me alone?" You crossed your arms in front if your chest and just looked down at your feet, because, if you were being honest with yourself, when your ex boyfriend looked at you like that.. it kind of did something to you. Perhaps regret your decision.

"Baby, seriously?"

"Don't fucking call me that."

"Come on, I know you love it, princess.."

"Get to the point."

You were annoyed, agitated, but somehow still wanted to hear what he had to say. Thanos huffed, furrowing his eyebrows. "Why did you vote like that? If we play just two more games, we could pay off our debts and maybe.. try again?" He grabbed you by your shoulders, shaking you a little so you'd look up at him again. When that didn't work, he wrapped his arms around your waist and tried to pull you close, but that was your breaking point. Forcefully, you ripped yourself out of his grasp and started walking back to your group again: "Don't even start with that. You ruined my life."

In a twisted way, you felt bad. His proposal almost, almost, made you give in. It was just nice to see a familiar face and hear a familiar voice in this environment, it brought you comfort to know that there was someone you shared so many special memories with that you could turn to. And, you would, just if it wasn't Choi Su-bong. "Is everything okay? Was he giving you trouble?" Jung-bae asked, looking like he was ready to fight him. Actually, he was probably ready to fight everyone who voted 'O'. "No.. no, I'm okay." Without another word you sat back down next to Dae-ho, picking away at your fingernails.

"Who is he?"

"What?"

"That guy.. who is he?"

"To me? My ex boyfriend."

The man let out an 'aha', just nodding along. When he looked at Thanos and then back to you, he couldn't really believe it — That purple-haired guy was almost the complete opposite of you. You were pretty, seemed to be kind and gentle and Thanos was just kind of.. Dae-ho would say you're way out of his league. "If he's bothering you, just tell me, okay? I'll take care of it." You looked at the former marine, giving him a smile when noticing that he was serious about that. You thanked him quickly and looked away, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly.

After surviving the second game together, Dae-ho and you have gotten closer incredibly fast. He was mesmerized by you, to say the least, and you appreciated that you had someone to rely on at all times. That still didn't stop Thanos from perusing you, though, it actually was the complete opposite. A few minutes before lights out he tried to talk to you again, following you to your bed, which was right behind Dae-ho's. The two of you slept head to head together, only a metal bar separating the beds.

"Please.. just listen to me! I miss you.. I swear, I'll vote 'X' the next time!" Thanos' annoying voice rang through your ears and no matter how often you told him to leave you alone, he didn't want to understand it. At some point he got annoyed and just walked off himself, sighing and planning to try again next day. With a quiet groan, you let your head fall back against your pillow, Dae-ho watching you the whole time from his side. He felt like it wasn't his place to continue to ask you about the situation when you didn't bring it up yourself, but he was still curios as to why you'd ever be with that guy.

"Hey, are you okay? Do you need me to say something to him next time?"

"No.. It's fine, I can handle it. It's just- complicated, that's all." You were tired, your mind was reeling — People dying was stressful enough and now you had to handle your immature and manipulative ex boyfriend as well. "You don't have to answer this but," Dae-ho tucked some of his hair behind his ears, sitting up so he could properly look at you, "why did you date him? You're too good for him." His little comment made you chuckle, even though he was right and it probably wasn't all that funny. "I don't know.. to be honest, at that time I just felt like I didn't deserve any better."

Dae-ho was appalled by your words, his face scrunching up. How could you even talk about yourself like that? "You do deserve better. You deserve the world." His tone wasn't angry, but definitely a lot firmer than before, showing you that he actually meant what he said. "What?" you asked him, also slowly sitting up now. "I'm serious, you're kind and smart and deserve a better life, a better boyfriend." His words made your heart beat a little faster.

"He doesn't deserve you. I would treat you be-" As soon as Dae-ho noticed what he just said himself, he immediately stopped talking, looking at you with wide eyes. "You would treat me better?" Your voice was laced with amusement, maybe teasing him a little now. That question made him stutter a quiet 'Yeah..' and it was clear how taken aback Dae-ho was from his own words. He didn't want you to know, at least not now. He knew this wasn't an ideal place to develop a crush on a girl he could lose in an instant, but he couldn't control his feelings now, could he?

"A lot better even."

"Then show me.."

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 20 days ago

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Kill my time // Quinn Hughes

In a city full of lonely people, I just want you all to myself

summary: birthday celebrations causing jealousy while struggling to turn a certain age

warnings: drinking, clubbing, smut (18+)

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“I can’t believe I’m going to a bar like I’m in my early twenties again.”

I smoothed my dress down, picking apart everything wrong with me as I looked in the mirror. Turning thirty felt like my world was about to collapse, and what made it worse was knowing my boyfriend was only turning twenty five just two days after me.

“Not to mention with a bunch of guys who are twenty one.” My roommate added as she fixed us a couple of drinks. I saw her bring out a bottle of tequila, knowing I was going to be in for a long night.

“Ugh, what did I get myself into?”

“Girl, it’s fine! Quinn doesn’t care about your age so why should you?” She asks, passing me whatever concoction she made. A took a small sip, realizing it was tequila and soda…more like tequila with a splash of soda.

Deep down I knew she was right, because when I told Quinn I was older than him it didn’t phase him at all, I completely expected him to run. He told me the idea of being with someone older was a big turn on for him, something he didn’t discover until he met me. As for me, it didn’t matter what age the men were I dated, they were all extremely immature. I knew it was a risk with Quinn but he definitely didn’t act like men his age. After all he was the captain of an NHL team, he had to have a strong head on his shoulders.

An hour later I was making my way through a busy drunken crowd, holding onto Quinn’s hand for dear life. For whatever reason, his teammates chose this club to celebrate his birthday tonight. Wouldn’t have been my first choice, and I don’t think Quinn was thrilled on it either but he was too quiet to say anything. We always made the best of a bad situation and I knew tonight wouldn’t be any different. House music and lights were bouncing off the walls, making it hard to focus on where we were going. We finally got into our booth and a heavy sigh left me, I definitely wasn’t drunk enough for this.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Quinn’s velvet voice echoed in my ear, calming my nerves. His eyes were bright green, almost enchanting as they peered into mine. My face grew hot, wondering how it was humanly possible for someone to be this gorgeous.

“Yeah it’s just been a while.” I wasn’t lying either. I spent most of my time in breweries with my friends since most of us were over going to clubs. Quinn likes to tell me he doesn’t like going out, but give him a few drinks and he makes a liar out of himself.

He pulled me closer to him, so close I could feel his stubble on my neck. “I won’t leave your side at all, I promise.”

“Okay.” I nodded before he gently brushed his lips over mine. I got lost in our own little world, the music melted away and I forgot we were in the middle of a busy club surrounded by strangers.

“Let’s celebrate, it’s your birthday after all.”

I rolled my eyes, “it’s also yours in two days.”

“Yeah, but …” his words trail off as he runs the pad of his thumb over my lip, “today brought me you.”

“How does it feel to be with a thirty year old?” The words falling past my lips causing my eyes to roll again. That number just didn’t sit right with me. “I’m officially an old lady.”

“Thirty has never looked better.” He mused, his hand running up my hip and bringing me closer to him. I pulled him into another kiss, his cologne hit me like a tidal wave causing butterflies in my stomach. His hand ran up my neck and gripped me tighter while his tongue begged to enter my mouth. We stayed like that, blissfully unaware of reality until his teammates came over with trays of various shots.

“Okay lover boy that’s enough. Let’s get you drunk.”

One thing about partying with hockey players is all of them have no limits when it comes to spending. I had to finally stop accepting every shot they brought around after the room began to spin. Best part of the night though was that the Devils were in town, so Jack and Luke, Quinn’s brothers were here to celebrate with everyone. This was only my second time meeting them but they were extremely welcoming and treated me like I was their sister. Jack at one point asked me to go dance with him and I couldn’t help but say yes.

“So how does it feel to be thirty?” Jack yelled into my ear as we danced to one of my favourite John Summit songs.

“Terrible. I’m almost a decade older than you!”

“You make thirty look so good though.” He smirks as Luke came behind me and picked me up, causing me to scream at him to put me down. As much as I fought he kept me over his shoulder.

“I just want you to know we fucking love you and you make my brother so happy.” Luke added as he finally put me down, the room was still spinning so I had to brace myself against him to make it stop.

“Thanks buddy.” I jumped a little, feeling Quinn’s hand on my back. His face was flushed, telling me he was up to no good without me.

“Can I have my girlfriend back now?”

“Sorry bro!” Luke kissed the top of my head before him and Jack ran off to grab more drinks.

“You okay?” I asked Quinn as I turned to him, he smelt like whiskey and honey as he brought his lips to my neck.

“I will be.” He mumbles, burrowing his face into my neck. “I’m glad my brothers like you, but you’re my girlfriend. Not theirs.”

“Do you think they’re gonna steal me?” I clasped my mouth, trying to hold in my laughter because I know he was being serious. It was downright adorable.

“Maybe.”

“But I’m yours” I assured him, stepping closer to his body. My hands reaching behind his neck, slipping stands of his hair between my fingers. “No one will ever steal me from you.”

“Prove it.” He replied with such confidence, not taking his eyes off my lips. His hands reached up to my hips, pressing me even closer to him. I gasped as I felt his erection brush up against my leg, “come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Trust me.” He mumbled, his eyes glazed with desire and whatever was in his system. I grabbed his hand, not knowing where he was taking me.

Quinn guided me into a private bathroom and locked the door. His hand brushed gently over my chest, hooking his finger under the strap of my dress. I watched him with intent, my heart pounding so fast I was surprised he didn’t feel it.

“You belong to me.” He whispered, slowly closing the gap between us. My hands braced onto his chest as he captured my mouth into a kiss that started off sweet but grew sloppy.

“I belong to you….no one else.”

He smirked so devilishly that I felt something more than butterflies in my stomach. Our kisses were met with biting of lower lips and Quinn grabbed my dress so tight I thought it was going to split. I wasted no time and began to unbutton his pants, dropping to my knees in the process. His dick sprung out of his boxers, dripping with pre-cum as my eyes widened.

“Stick your tongue out baby.”

My exposed tongue was met with his tip as he gently circled over my taste buds. I could taste him already, it was making my mouth salivate and run down my chin.

“Such a good girl.” He breathed as his free hand tugged on my hair. “Open your mouth for me.”

I did as I was told and Quinn slowly slid his erection into my mouth, inch by inch until his tip hit the back of my throat. He bit his lip as I began to slide my mouth up and down, his grip on my hair getting tighter.

“Fuck, baby this feels so good.” He deeply moaned, making me feel it in the back of my throat. “Such a good girl taking my whole dick in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

I could tell he was getting close with how laboured his breathing became. I removed my mouth from him and began to lick his tip that was glistening with my spit. He looked down at me with pleading eyes, as if me mouth fucking him was the only thing keeping him alive.

“Come in my mouth Quinn, I know what you want to.”

“Not yet.” His voice sounded so husky as he motioned for me to stand up. I wiped my mouth, taking a long look at him. “Your turn birthday girl.”

I couldn’t help but giggle as he picked me up and sat me on the bathroom counter. My back rested against the mirror as he spread my legs, situating himself between them. When our eyes met my heart felt like it was going to explode, I’ve never seen him like this before.

“How bad do you need me right now?” He asked, slowly taking my lip between his teeth again.

“I need you so fucking badly.”

He makes his home between my thighs and begins to tease me with his tip. I regretted wearing underwear tonight but feeling his pre cum soak the lace was the sweetest form of torture, and he knew it. 

“Tell me again…how bad do you need me?” I couldn’t get a word out. His laugh was dark as he fluttered his somber eyes at me, “use your words sweetheart, what do you want for your birthday?”  “I want you.”  “That’s a good start.” He muses, applying pressure on my thighs with his thumbs, “where do you want me?”

No words were leaving me as I gasped for air. Quinn began to run his mouth over my jaw, down to my collarbone, nipping slightly at the skin. I grabbed his hand and guided it between my thighs, his thumb instantly pressing onto my underwear.

“Right there?” He asks, slowly moving my underwear to the side. A small gasp in satisfaction left him as he felt how soaked I was for him. I just nodded, whimpering already from his touch. “Tell me how much you wish this was my dick instead?”

“Quinn, I need you please … I’m yours.”

“That’s my girl.” He replied so proudly, pushing his tip inside of me slowly. His head falls back once he’s fully inside me and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. “Fuck you feel so good, so fucking good.”  Quinn started off slowly, teasing my clit simultaneously with each stroke. He leaned into my ear, continuously praising me as his strokes became faster and harder. Sweat rolled down me as the building started up in my stomach, that familiar flutter began to take over and I knew I was done for. My nails dug into his back as he sinks his teeth into my shoulder as my orgasm left my body.

“Fuck I’m gonna -“

It only took a few seconds before he spilled into me. His hands gently found my face, guiding me to look at him. My legs were still shaking as he kissed me so softly. I was in a complete haze as we broke apart, that one unruly strand of hair fell in front of his face as he studied me. He was so beautiful, there were no other words to describe him.

“Happy birthday, baby.” He mused, gently kissing all the tattoos on my arm. Funny thing,

I never thought he’d go for a girl with a full sleeve and dark hair like me. He struck me as someone who went for blonde Instagram models but, once again he proved me wrong.

“You definitely just gave me the best birthday present ever.” I lightly laughed.

He titled his head to the side, cupping my cheek, “I don’t think anything will be beat the gift you gave me.”

“What’s that?”

“You.”

#fanfic #quinn hughes #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes x reader #hughes brothers #hockey fanfiction #hockey smut

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chaoticwriting · 13 days ago

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FENTON CRIME FAMILY 3

Part 2

Jazz is very annoyed right now. She is walking home from work today since she only needs to do a half day. The last breakout has released most of the inmates patients and they are still in the process of being returned except the one that poses major threats to Gotham.

Anyway, the reason why Jazz is so annoyed is because a group of men have been following her for awhile now. And they haven't even tried anything yet and just keep staring at her like she wouldn't notice them.

Going into a dark alley, Jazz decides that if they don't want to take action, she will force their hands into it. The men look at each other as Jazz enters the alley and follow suit. As soon as they enter the alley, they see Jazz make a turn deeper into the alley and run after Jazz to not lose her.

Apparently, they never get taught to never underestimate who they are pursuing. Immediately after they turn, the front guy is hit with a metal bat with a green printing that reads Fenton. The second guy reacts fast by holding the metal bat to avoid Jazz taking another swing but holding it bare hand is also a big mistake.

*Zaaaapppp*

The guy that holds the bat is shocked with a high voltage of lightning from the bat. His hair burns as electric static jumps from one of his hair to another.

Suddenly, just as she is about to pull her bat away, an arm reaches out to her shoulder, sending her instinct flaring, making her swing the bat as fast as possible towards the person that just approaches her.

*Crack*

Jazz: Oh my god! Jason! I'm so sorry. I don't know it is you. Let's go to the hospital to check on your hand right now.

Jazz reaches for Jason's other arm that doesn't get hit by her bat and starts pulling him out of the alley. Jason tries to pull away to stop her but in her panic, she doesn't realize how strong she is while pulling Jason.

Jason: Wait, Jazz. It's fine. Really. This is not the first time I break my hand. You don't need to feel guilty. How about this? You treat me to dinner later on in exchange for breaking my hand.

Jazz: But your hand. I can't just treat you to a meal and be done with it.

Jason: It's fine. Though if you really feel guilty about it, you can do me a really good favour.

Jazz: Favour?

Jason: Yes. It's nothing much. Rather than treating me to a meal, how about you go on a date with me?

Jazz: A date?

Jason: Yes. A date. Call me when it is convenient for you to go out with me. Okay?

Jazz: *Blushes* Yes.

Jason: Good. Don't forget to call me later, yes? You have my number right?

Jazz:*Nods*

Jason: Well then. See you later.

Jazz: Wait!

Jason: Yes?

Jazz: The day after tomorrow I'm free. Come pick me up after 9.

Jason: Alright. Bye princess.

Jazz just stares as Jason rides his motorcycle away down the road. Did she really just get a date with Jason? Oh my god! She can't believe it. Does Jason know she has a crush on him? Oh god she hopes she doesn't embarrassed herself just now. She sounds so desperate though. She can't let Danny or Ellie know about it.

-Jason POV-

Oh god! Oh god! Oh my god! Did he really just say that? To Jazz? How thick is his face? He even called her princess at the end. Thankfully she didn't react negatively. He totally blames Dick for rubbing his flirty personality on him. Where does he even find the confidence to say all of that with a straight face?

Though Jazz is very strong. Breaking his arm with a metal bat is one thing, but she also can pull him easily even if he struggles against her. Plus with her height slightly above him, she is totally his dream woman. There is a reason his favorite is Wonder Woman after all.

Jason rides his bike back to the manor, humming happily while completely forgotten about his broken hand. It is until Alfred hands out a cup of tea that he drops that he remembers that his hand is broken. Alfred heavily chastised him for trying to hide his injury and didn't take his excuse of forgetting about it.

Jason eats his dinner with the family quietly while imagining about his date later. When suddenly, his peace is interrupted.

Tim: Okay, I'm getting creeped out now. Why is Jason so quiet? Last time he was this quiet, he replaced all my coffee with a decaf.

Jason: What do you want with me, Timbo? You want me to cuss you out every few minutes? Or you want me to act lovey dovey with you? You could go to your boyfriend or girlfriend or whoever you are dating currently for that.

Stephanie: Yeah, Tim. I agree with Jason. We should leave him alone so that he could go back to dreaming about his imaginary girlfriend or something.

Jason: She is not imaginary!

Dick: You have a girlfriend! I knew it. That looks you have before this is only something I see when all of you get a new partner. Who is it? Is it someone we know? Come on, tell your big brother.

Jason: Fuck you! I don't need to tell shit to any of you. All of you have terrible love life anyway. I don't need advice from those that failed.

Dick,Steph,Cass,Tim: Hey!

Bruce:*Grunts*

Duke: I don't think mine is bad though.

Jason: Of course yours is good. That's why you are my favorite.

Dick: What! I thought I am your favorite.

Jason: No. You were my favorite. My favorite now is Duke.

Steph: No offense to Duke. But why him?

Jason: Because out of everyone here, he is the only one here who has a gang.

Duke: For the last time, We Are Robin is a movement. Not a gang.

Jason: Yeah sure, little brother. Whatever let you sleep at night.

Tim: Why don't we go back to the fact that Jason's girlfriend?

Jason: And why don't we talk about your missing spleen?

Tim: Touché

Dick: Wait, Jason. Does your girlfriend know about the Red Hood thingie? Or is she just a normal civilian?

Jason: Well she is a civilian alright. Just not a normal one.

Steph: What's that supposed to mean?

Jason: That's for you to figure out.

Jason then gets up and puts his dishes into the sink. He returns to his home and lays on his bed. Seeing his broken hand, he doesn't know if he should hope it heals sooner so that he can go on a date with Jazz better or he should wish that Jazz first gift to him last a lot longer.

-The Bowery-

Danny and Ellie are having a stand off right now. The reason? Someone forgot to take out the trash and now Jazz is mad at everyone. Both of them are sure it is the other's turn to take out the trash but they just aren't sure enough.

Jazz at the side: It is actually me but I need something to distract me from today's incident.

#danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #batfam #anger management #jazz x jason #jason x jazz #danielle phantom #jazz fenton #jason todd

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louloulemons-posts · 1 year ago

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Curly Kisses

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : The different types of kisses you share with eddie.

Word Count : 2.1k

Warnings : not proofread, kisses, talks of sex, hickies/love bites, eddie gets drunk, kisses whilst intoxicated, pure fluff, idiots in love 🤍

A/N : sorry for the lack of updates i started uni recently and i’m trying to find my footing 🫶🏻

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Pre-Date Kisses :

Before you and Eddie got together you were very friendly with one another, always close, laughing, smiling, lingering hugs, hands brushing.

Along with that there were the cheek kisses, the ones that made Eddies cheeks burn and yours ache with smiles. They were sweet and kind and full of admiration.

“Morning,” Eddie smiled as you climbed into the van, “Hello.” You handed him your drink of steaming green tea. “Thank you,” he said, taking a sip, before handing the cup back.

The drive in the morning was how it always was, quiet, but a comfortable silence. The pair of you not awake enough to hold conversation. The air was cool so your body was a lot closer to Eddies trying to steal his heat.

“You okay there?” he asked.

“Chilly.”

“Hold the wheel,” the boy said.

“What?”

“Hold the wheel.”

He took his hands off and began to shrug his jacket off, sending a wave of panic through your body. Leaning across the boy and holding onto the wheel, you tried to keep the van steady and straight.

He dropped his jacket on your lap, sliding your hands off the wheel and placing his own there. “I hate you, you know,” you spoke, sliding your arms through the sleeves.

“Mhm, tell my jacket that.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him, whilst you sunk further into the smokey smelling material.

Pulling into the parking lot, Eddie ran round the van, opening the door for you.

“M’lady,” he said, offering you his hand, sliding your palm into his you played along, “Thank you kind sir.”

Gareth walked over to you, waving hello, “Morning guys.”

“Hey G, look I gotta run okay. I’ll see you later,” you smiled at the pair, taking off Eddies jacket.

He stopped you, “Keep it for now, don’t want you freezing.”

“Thank you Eds,” you smiled, standing on your tiptoes to press your lips to his cheek.

“I’ll see you guys later.”

“Bye,” Gareth waved.

“B-bye,” Eddie stuttered.

The younger boy laughed, “So when are you asking her out?”

“Shut up!”

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Drunk Kisses :

This was also before you were dating, Eddie was hanging out with some friends and they had got … well drunk was putting it lightly.

Steve had called you to come and pick the boy up, you didn’t mind of course, you wanted him home safe and you knew that would happen if you were there.

Upon arrival Eddie almost launched himself at you, “Missed you,” he said, hugging you close. “Missed you too,” you laughed, “Let’s get you home yeah?”

Eddie was rambling on and on about the fun he had ( “would’ve been better if you were there”). The drive to his trailer wasn’t a long one, but Eddie was drunk and had the coordination of a baby giraffe.

His arm was over your shoulder as you basically dragged him through the door. “Where’s Wayne?” he asked, huffing, so his lips pouted. “He’s a work.”

“Oh yeah,” he laughed.

“Silly boy, come on let’s get ready for bed.”

“You’ll stay?”

“If you want, it’s not the first time we’ve had a sleepover.” The grin on his face was beautiful, he soon picked up speed as you were in his room.

“I’m going to get changed, please don’t injure yourself,” you said, half a joke, half pure concern. “Don’t worry babe, I’m all good,” he winked. Rolling your eyes you headed off to get changed.

Returning to Eddies bedroom you found him sat on the edge of his bed, staring as his feet very intensely. “You good?” You questioned, making the boy jump.

“Mhm, I’m fin- wow,” he paused.

“What?”

“You look good in my clothes,” he motioned to your make shift pyjamas, an old and worn band tee of Eddies and some shorts.

“Wear them all the time Eds.”

“I know you just look … pretty.”

“You think?”

“Mhm,” he nodded, pushing up from the bed and making his way to you.

“What are you doing?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” he suddenly sounded more sober.

Placing his large palms on either side of your face, his pressed his mouth to yours, a soft kiss. Brushing of lips. Beautiful warmth. You could feel his smile growing against you.

“Eds,” you whispered, pushing him back, but not letting go fully, “You’re drunk.”

“So?”

“Eddie it’s not good to kiss when you’re drunk. How would you feel if I was drunk?”

His face dropped at that, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said, brushing a curl out of his face, “Let’s go to bed, we can talk about this in the morning. Sound good?”

“You’re not going to leave are you?”

“I’d never leave you.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The (Second) First Kiss :

Hearing a groan behind you, you couldn’t hide your laugh. “Morning Sunshine, coffees on the table. Making you some eggs and bacon.”

“You’re an Angel, mind telling me what happened last night.”

“One word : tequila.”

“I’m gonna murder Harrington.”

“Well he told me it was all your idea Pretty Boy, plus I don’t think you’ll be doing anything with that hangover.”

He sat on the couch, cradling a mug of coffee like it was his love and joy. “Did you come and get me?”

“Told you I would.”

“Thank you.”

You slid the food onto the plate, handing it to Eddie, “Eat, I’m going to get dressed and then buy you some gatorade.”

“Then we’ll talk about the kiss?”

His words were muffled with bacon, “What did you say?”

“The kiss. I kissed you. Or did you lie when you said we’d talk about it? If you don’t like me like that I get it.”

You sighed, “Eds it’s not that. You’re my best friend, I’m so scared well ruin it.”

“We won’t, come on it’s us. Plus we’ll never know if we don’t try.”

“Eds-“

“I like you. Do you like me?”

“Yeah.”

“Then there’s our answer.” He put down the plate, standing up go meet your lips.

His hands pulled you closer by the waist, you hands resting at the base of his neck, playing with the curls that lived there.

“We’ll be okay,” he whispered against your mouth. “We’ll be okay,” you repeated, huffing a laugh. “What’s funny?”

“You taste of tequila and bacon.”

The boy groaned, resting his head in your neck, making you smile. “I’ll go get some gatorade, you rest.”

“Thanks Sweetheart,” he said, kissing your head.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Sick Kisses :

“How are you feeling?” You asked, sitting down next to Eddie. He’d called you the night before saying he had come down with something and Wayne was forcing him to stay home.

“Rough,”he said voice hoarse.

“When was the last time you had medicine?”

“Like an hour ago, I can’t have anymore yet.”

You brushed his curls out his face, “I’m sorry you feel sick baby.”

“I feel better now you’re here.” You laughed, “God Munson, even when you’re sick, you’re a sweet talker.”

“Don’t you know it,” he laughed, making himself cough. “Careful,” you spoke, grabbing a glass of water from beside his bed. “Here, take some sips.”

He did, slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re a great nurse.”

“I wish I could make you better,” you said.

“You have. Just by being here.”

“I missed you at school today.”

“I bet, I’m the best.”

Smiling you shook your head, “So cocky,” leaning down to kiss his lips he turned his head. “Hey!” you said.

“We can’t kiss, you’ll get sick.”

“But-“

“Baby no!” he chuckled. You rolled your eyes, groaning, “Fine. I’ll just have to kiss you here,” you pecked his cheek, “And here,”one to his nose, “And here,” a final one to his forehead.

“I’m cured!” he said, grinning, his face flushed. “I knew it’d work. Kisses are the best medicine.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

After-Sex Kisses :

Your breathing slowed, Eddies arm thrown over your waist. His bare chest, against the skin of your back. Your body was sweaty and warm, and felt floaty and beautiful.

“You okay?” he whispered into your hair. You hummed, running your fingers against his arm. “I’m so okay.” You were in a daze like state, you tended to be like this whenever you and Eddie would sleep together.

“Your head a bit fuzzy?”

“Mhm, but it’s good fuzzy,” you reassured him. “Okay baby.” You felt his lips on your shoulder, soft butterfly kisses. This had become a routine.

He clean you up and leave gentle presses at every part of skin he could touch. Even though what you had done before seem a lot more intimate , the kisses made your cheeks burn.

He pressed his mouth on your stomach, thighs, neck, collar bones, arm and all over your face. Your body was tired, your eyes drooping, “Go to sleep baby, I’ve got you.”

You knew he did. You trusted him, letting your mind drift away for the night, feeling the gentle brushes of Eddies lips as you did so.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Embarrassed Kisses :

You laughed, Eddies arms around your middle, as you cooked scrambled eggs for the pair of you. “You, Eddie Munson, are a little goblin.”

“So I’ve been told,” he smiled, kissing the side of your head.

“Go wash up, food will be ready soon.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Weird.”

“Oh right, I’m Sir.”

“In your dreams.”

“You know it babe,” he winked, walking to the bathroom.

You stood in front of the stove, Eddies shirt and your shorts on, your skin was on show - the bruised skin. Because apparently Eddie become a vampire when you have sex.

You didn’t mind it, it just meant a lot of makeup or turtlenecks. Humming to yourself as you plated up the eggs and toast, you didn’t hear the door open.

“Morning,” a gruff voice spoke, making you jump slightly. You turned to see Wayne, taking off his shoes, “Uh hi Wayne,” you said, waving a wooden spoon in hand.

“How’s things?” he asked.

“Good.”

“Good,” he looked up from his laces, eyes widening slightly, unable to miss the large love bites littered over your neck and thighs.

“I uh … I made eggs, I was just about to get ready to go,” you said quickly, putting the spoon down. You almost ran to Eddies room grabbing your clothes and changing.

You grabbed your bag, walking down the hall to leave, but bumped into Eddie. “Well hello,” he smiled, before noticing your expression and addition of clothes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, cupping your cheek, brown eyes full of concern. “Waynes home.”

“Yeah?”

“He saw all the … the bites. I’m just a bit embarrassed, so I think I’m gonna go. You eggs are on the counter.”

“Do you want me to drive you?”

“No it’s okay, I’ll call you later.”

“Okay. But uh just so you know, Wayne doesn’t care, he loves us both, he just wants us to be safe. I know you’re embarrassed, but it’s just a thought.”

“Thanks Eds.”

“Anytime Angel.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, gentle and light, almost like a fairy. He did the same to your mouth.

{After you left}

“So uh you a vampire now?”

“Can we not.”

“You using protection?”

“Of course.”

“Just making sure.”

“I’m not dumb.”

“Whatever you say Dracula.”

“Wayne!”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

I love you Kisses :

Lay side by side, you breathed out looking up to the beautiful night sky. Stars littered across, a crescent moon twinkling brightly, it was so lovely to look at.

“This was a good idea,” Eddie spoke from beside you. “I knew you’d like it.”

“Well I’m with you, I’d like anything.”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriends antics, forever the flirt. You drove out to lovers lake after a long week of work. It was nice to unwind with the person you loved most.

“You remind me of the stars,” Eddie spoke.

“Huh?”

“You remind me of the stars,” he repeated.

“How so?”

“You can’t help but find them beautiful and be in awe of them, even from a billion galaxies away. I feel that way for you, I’d love you billions of galaxies away.”

“Love me?” you asked, heart thumping in your chest. “Yeah, I do, love you that is.” His face was pink, you leaned up on your elbow, smiling down at him. “I love you.”

“You do?” he questioned, almost out of breath. “I do, I love you so much.”

“I love you,” he breathed a laugh, smile breaking over his face.

His hands came to your cheeks pulling you down to meet him, lips met messily, but so lovingly. His tongue danced with yours, pulling you as close as physically possible, pouring every ounce of love and adoration into this one action.

“I love you,” he whispered against your mouth. “I love you Eddie Munson.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

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Ever Since Natasha Saw You (18+)

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Post Black Widow Dark!Natasha Romanoff (Female Reader X Natasha Romanoff)

Summary: She was a hero. But to her, YOU were so much more.

Word Count: 6.1K

Content: Dub-Con, Obsession, Kidnapping, Stalking, Blood, Knife, Knifeplay, Mommy Kink, Feelings, Trauma, Death,

The Black Widow hid a secret.

She was in love with you. Sounds pretty innocent... right?

"Night Y/N!" Your coworker Daisy called out as you were still typing at your computer. It was Friday night, and everyone but you was already leaving. Leaving to be free of the thoughts of work for at least the weekend.

You had a marketing job in downtown Manhattan. Skyscraper. Cubicle. Long nights. That kind of job.

You liked it, honestly.

Sure, New York and the surrounding areas were dangerous. Hell, at times. But you had heroes and vigilantes to save you. You had first-hand experience in 2012 when you and your Dad were saved while out at your "I made it through University without killing myself" lunch.

Now, here you were 4 years later. Still in the city while your Dad left. But that was fine. Being on your own has been exemplary. Sure, you have some friends... coworkers, really. You went on dates! I mean, they didn't lead to much more. But you were going through life.

A cat! You have a cat. An orange tabby who only loves you for food...

Anyways! You were fine and finishing up work on your computer when a pop-up of World News showed up in the top right-hand corner of your screen.

What's New 3 Weeks After The Fall Of A Secret Organization Hiding In The Sky? Russia and the U.S. Remain Quiet.

You heard about the debris and strange things found over on that side of the world earlier this month. With that came the theories.

You rolled your eyes at most. But some were fun. Like aliens was a popular one. People online said it was a crashed group of green-shape-shifting aliens. Your coworker Lindsey swore by another that claimed it was a giant purple guy who crashed on Earth.

Yeah, that'll be the day.

You even had a friend of a friend named Darcy who said an Avenger was present to what happened, leaving you curious.

The Avengers, as far as you were concerned, were in trouble. Rumblings, sightings, and videos of two sides of the superhero group fighting at a German airport left many to speculate that this was the end. Plus, this coming weeks after what happened in Lagos and the murder of King T'Chaka made it all the more plausible.

So, if the rumor was confirmed that an Avenger was at the collapse of what many were confused about, it was... interesting.

But you couldn't dwell on that. You shook your head and closed out of the news to finish up your projected cost for the next wave of Roxxon Marketing.

As you walked out of your office building, you were unaware you were being followed.

It wasn't the first time you had been followed. Fuck it wasn't even the fiftieth time it had happened, but still you remained clueless. She thought it was cute at first how unaware of your surroundings you were. It always made her smile.

Because in one second, an innocent and pretty thing like you could be gone.

But she wouldn't let that happen.

Not by anyone else, at least.

You have to understand. She was your protector. Yeah.. Yeah, that's right! The one to make sure you got home safe. The one to take care of threats no matter how minuscule they might be. She also made sure no one got too close or even dared to ask you out.

You couldn't date. That would be unfair and very hurtful to the one who... watched over you...

I mean, you never wondered why suddenly Dennis never showed back up to work after asking you out to lunch, now did you?

Rumor was his family got sick, and he had to skip town. But we know about rumors now, don't we? I.E., purple aliens. Green shapeshifting ones. You get it.

Oh. Also. What happened to Dennis, you may ask?

I'll let you know when his body turns up.

However, all of this is to say that you were lucky Natasha Romanoff picked you.

She was back after being gone, having to deal with some family business. But she was back! For you! Natasha thought you should be grateful. She could be- SHOULD BE on the run right now, but here she was twenty feet behind you.

After tonight, you were going to know precisely who she was.

Natasha smiled as she followed you. She laughed as she saw how cautious you were of people even when you're on your phone like you are right now.

However, as cautious as you may be, it leaves you vulnerable. Sweet. Easy.

Natasha thinks you're too nice for your own good sometimes. Like you always see the best in people. It drives Natasha crazy the amount times she has had to stop because you stopped to help someone. A drunk. A homeless man. A- you get it.

As you and Natasha head down into the subway, she appreciates how your route hasn't changed at all since your first day of work many years ago. Yet she can't help but snicker at how you've never noticed her taking that walk with you. But then again, even with how cautious you are, you don't notice things.

You still haven't noticed the tiny cameras Natasha installed in your place. Or the amount of panties she's stolen. Or even the amount of times you've slept with her arms around your body. In addition to the hushed whispers and stolen kisses, she's left on your lips.

On top of that, you haven't noticed her feelings for you.

Natasha moves closer to you as you both are nearing your stop. With a plan in motion, The Black Widow can't help but smile.

Natasha takes another step forward and grabs onto the metal pole in front of herself to stop her movement when you look up and around the car. You stop when your eyes reach Natasha's green ones in a hoodie and jeans. You smile quickly before putting your head down, focusing back on your phone.

What you did just now was polite. You looked from your phone to stretch your neck and smiled at a cute blonde who just so happened to be looking your way.

That's what you thought.

To Natasha, you signaled her out.

With your eyes, you noticed her. After all this time, you did it! On tonight of all nights. It was a sign. It was meant to be!

Natasha smiled and stared at you, unaware.

When you finally got up to get off at your stop, you felt your arm being yanked back. When you stumbled back and turned your head to find a bald man older than your father looking at you like he won a prize, you pulled as hard as possible. But his grip was tight. "Where are you going, sweetheart?" He looked over your body, making you pull again.

How was no one stopping this man? Was no one seeing it? Did no one care?

The train car beeped, signaling the doors were going to be closing, and the man had yet to remove you from his grip. You were about to scream when the blonde woman from before grabbed your other arm, making you shriek in surprise. The woman acted fast and kicked the man in the knee hard enough to break it before rushing the two of you out of the train car just as the doors closed on three other men hitting their first against the door.

You wanted to wave them bye and flick them off, but your arm hurt. Not the one the man held.. But... but your other one. The one the woman held as she saved you.

"You, alright?" The blonde had a raspy voice as she spoke. It sounded familiar, but as you quickly scanned her face, you declared she must have that kind of face. (as if) But her eyes. Her eyes were one of a kind. Beautiful and a shimmering green you wanted to get lost in.

So lost that you almost forgot about the arm pain and the dizziness you were starting to feel...

"Yeah." You nodded to the blonde who had yet to release your arm. "I'm fine."

This was a lie, and Natasha, of course, knew that. I mean, she was the one wearing the ring that, with one turn of the gemstone, revealed a tiny needle. One that the blonde used to inject your arm with a sleeping agent.

"Are you sure?" The woman smiled as she asked you. Why was she smiling? You went to nod that you were indeed fine but found yourself more tired. Weaker even. "Oh, honey, you don't look so good."

Natasha smiled as she felt your body losing the fight. Natasha quickly looked around before wrapping your arm around her shoulder to make it appear as if you were a drunk friend who needed help getting home.

"Oh, Y/N, it looks like that guy must have really done something, huh?"

The guy in the group of men that she paid off.

Your mind was becoming black as your body went limp, and before you could ask her how she knew your name or who the hell she was, you took one last look at the blonde.

This time, you recognized who she was.

You went to speak but slurred your words as you closed your eyes, passing out in Natasha Romanoff's arms.

Getting you home was easy.

As Natasha unlocked your front door, she smiled, pulling you closer as you entered through the threshold between the hallway and your apartment. Natasha smiled wider as she looked around at what would become her place with you before looking at your limp, unconscious body. "We're home!"

Home was with you.

With a kick to the door, it closed behind you two as she hurried you to your room.

Once inside, Natasha was happy to find that not much, if anything, had changed since she last visited. She said hi to your cat, who purred at the sight of the blonde.

Natasha loved your cat and couldn't wait to be a good cat mom.

Natasha took you and gently placed you on the bed before looking around the room. She was looking for something. Natasha closed the bedroom door and went back, kicking the floorboard to the right of your end table, and up it flipped. She bent down and pulled out a small black backpack she stored two years ago.

Opening it up to make sure everything was still there. She knew you probably didn't even know that it existed. (You hadn't.) But Natasha had to be sure.

Dumping out the bag's contents, she was happy to see that nothing was missing. But she still took inventory. 5 Widow Bites. 1 Pistol. 12 Bullets. 1 Set of Handcuffs. 1 Knife. 3 Needles of the Sleeping Agent. 1 Burner Phone.

Finally, 2 very dry Nutri-Grain Bar.

Natasha kept the loaded gun, knife, and handcuffs out of the bag and placed it on the desk in the corner of your room. The bag moved to the edge of the bed—no point in hiding it now.

"Oh, Y/N!" Natasha sat next to your upper body, passed out on the bed. She spoke as her soft hand ran through your hair. It calmed Natasha. "You're so pretty, Y/N."

Natasha looked over your still-covered body before moving her hand down your back. "Here. Come on." She flipped you over onto your back and pulled you more onto the bed.

Natasha's eyes found your face. "Baby, I can't wait for the rest of our lives." Natasha bit her lip as she spoke to you. Hopefully, and giddy for the future. "We're going to be so happy." Natasha leaned down and planted a kiss at the top of your head. "You still smell like coconut. I still don't really like that shampoo, but I know how much you do." Natasha smiled as if this was a normal conversation before giving you another kiss. Just as one of her hands began to snake its way across your stomach before landing at your hip.

"I love you."

Natasha couldn't help herself. She smiled brightly as she said those words out loud to you for the first time.

Natasha's lips found the side of your face again and again. She always loved how soft you felt against her. Delicate. Like something Natasha wanted to cherish. Keep perfect. Forever.

But there was also that part inside of her. The side of Natasha that wanted to own you. Take that softness and fuck it out of you. Damage you. Hurt you.

Both were fighting for control.

Regardless, Natasha slid down the zipper of your unbuttoned jeans and slipped her hand over your black cotton panties. Moaning as her stomach flipped in the joys of touching you, feeling your heat on her fingers. Letting excitement wave over her, she cupped your pussy before dragging her index finger up over your growing wet-covered folds. "Oh fuck, baby!" Natasha moaned before looking at the side of your face.

Natasha smiles to herself. She leans over and kisses your cheek, and quickly removes her hand from your recently shaved pussy.

Natasha licks the little slick on her fingers off.

Natasha savored the taste before she laid flat on her back. Lifting her ass as she tore off the black jeans she was wearing along with her red panties. Choosing to keep her slightly raised pullover hoodie on, Natasha grabbed your left wrist. "I want you to feel me..." Natasha looked over and spoke to you. "I want you to feel how wet you make me, Y/N! How tight I am for you. I've been waiting."

With that, Natasha kept her eyes on your left hand as she moved it down her toned stomach. The tips of your fingers brushing over her skin, making her squirm in anticipation for what's to come.

Moving them further down, Natasha gasps as your hand gets pushed down onto the top of Natasha's bare pussy. "This is for you." She moans as she pushed your hand further down. Directing your middle and ring finger to her clit. "Oh fuck!" She moans and grows wetter at your unconscious touch.

"Keep going. Keep going!" Natasha directs your fingers to move in a circular motion. Before her mouth drops as your fingers get pushed over The Black Widows dripping pussy. She moans and grips your hand. "Right there." Natasha moves your fingers around her opening for you.

"It's for you, baby. Come on. I want you to fuck me!" She gives your hand one more push and bucks when your fingers easily slide into her. Natasha loudly moans while her left hand grips the comforter of the bed.

Your fingers feel perfect inside of her.

Natasha can't get over that.

She thinks you were made for her.

Slowly, Natasha starts to move herself against your fingers. Her hips working overtime. Only using her right hand to position your hand better. "Oh my God!" Natasha smiles as a shaky breath comes out. You're doing this to her. You're making her feel this good. You're fucking her right.

Natasha is rocking her hips up and down your slick fingers. You're pushing her closer and closer. "Oh god!" She grunts as she slams the back of your hand to feel you deeper, indirectly slapping her pussy and clit that, sends a wave of pain that morphs into pleasure. "Oh yes!"

Natasha does it repeatedly while her left-hand works on her clit. Her middle fingers pushes the bud of it up as she continues her circular motion. "That's it, baby! Make me cum! Make me fucking cum!" She turns her head to you and stares at your unconscious body. "You're doing so well, baby."

If you were awake right now, you'd feel Natasha's wetness run down your fingers. Into your palms. And down your wrist. You'd hear her moans and screams of pleasure as she makes herself cum with your fingers. "Oh my God!" Natasha Romanoff jolts up. "Y/N, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh fuck! Oh, fuck, baby.."

Natasha rides her orgasm out and smiles when she falls back onto the bed. She turns and looks at your body. "You made me feel so good."

You're perfect.

As she catches her breath, Natasha gently pulls your fingers out and brings them up to her mouth. She marvels at the sight of you now covered in her before she takes her tongue and runs it over your fingers. Enjoying the taste of herself. "I can't wait to taste you." Now that we're together, she forgot to add.

Natasha insets your finger back into her mouth. Loudly sucking on them and moaning before shoving your fingers to the back of her throat, making herself gag on them. She repeats the action.

"Will you let me do that to you?" Natasha says after she's pulled them out and caught her breath. "Hmm?" She licks them again. "Will you gag for me?" She kisses your ring finger and twirls it around. "I wonder..."

Natasha kisses you one more time as she gently places your hand down and moves her body to lay half of it on you. "I wonder what you won't do now that you're mine." She takes your chin in her hand and moves it in her direction. "I can't wait for you to be awake. For us." Natasha deeply kisses your lips as her hand quickly pushes your boobs up. "But first." Natasha releases you and gets up from the bed. She takes off the rest of her clothes and tosses them into your now-shared laundry basket before moving to the desk where her belongings are located.

"I need to take care of a few things."

Slowly, your body starts to stir awake.

You go to move to your side but wince when you land on your arm. You are unsure why it hurts, but you are too stiff and tired to worry about that right now. But for some reason, since you're awakening, your body isn't going back to sleep.

Silent bells are ringing in your head, but you don't know they're there.

You groan and manage to flip your body onto its stomach. This position feels terrific, especially since you feel the coolness of the bedsheet against your body. You snuggle your face into your pillow- your eyes shoot open.

You don't remember coming home...

You open your eyes wider and take a look around the room. It's your room. You're relieved to see that but grow more worried at your nonexistent memory of getting home.

Plus, it looks like things around the room are off... you turn your tired back against the mattress and find yourself surprised to have another person in the room.

A blonde-haired woman wearing one of your college sweatshirts looking through one of your old journals... Once again, the alarm in your head is not alerting you. It's distant and faded.

"That's my shirt..?" Your groggy voice makes the woman look up with a smile.

To you, the woman's smile looks like a kid on Christmas morning.

To Natasha, she's testing out how you're gonna act.

"Hi!" The woman gets up with a glass of water from the chair at your desk. The action reveals to you that it looks like she's not wearing any bottoms, but you can't tell because of the length of her- your sweatshirt. The blonde rounds the bed and carefully gets on her knees before you on the floor. She looks kindly at you as your eyes quickly scan her face and exposed legs. "Nice to see you up." She says to you. Innocently enough. "How are you feeling?" She sweetly asks as she hands you the glass of water.

"I don't- I don't remember..." You say, making the blonde smile wider. "I was walking..." You struggle to come up with anything after that. It's like your mind went blank.

Why couldn't you remember?

You shake your head and take a few sips from the glass before the blonde takes it from you to place on your bedside table—a kind gesture on the outside. But the less you know about the pheromonal powder agent you just ingested, the better.

"Oh, honey..." The blonde lifts and places her hand on yours. The soft contact makes you feel warmer. However, the feeling of this being wrong is still unreachable to you. Natasha smiles when you don't pull away. The drugs from before and now are working. "Those men really did a number on you, huh?"

Men? You think as Natasha watches your face.

"You know you're lucky I was there," Natasha says as she rises from her kneeling position to stand in front of you. Now she towers you, and you feel her legs brush past your own. You don't stop her as she moves closer to you. She raises a hand and pushes some of your hair back. "A man grabbed you and wanted to hurt you, but I was there to stop them. But honey, I think they drugged you..."

Her touch and voice were soothing. She felt and smelled wonderful. You even did your best to not react to the pet name she gave you. "Dru-drugged me?" Once again, the bells should be going off, but Natasha knows exactly what she's doing. "Yeah, I got you off the train, but as we were walking, you started to walk funny. Your face got sleepy." She says this while looking into your eyes. She has her gaze fixated on you, and it pulls you in. "But you were smart." The blonde smiles down at you. "You made sure to tell me where you lived so I could get you home safe." Her raspy voice makes you smile, but her words are making you question if that happened... but you don't remember...

"Are you okay?" She asks as you're thinking. You look back up at her concerned face. "Yeah.. I- I was just trying to remember..." Natasha nods and moves her body in between your legs. Spreading them further apart. "What did you say your name was again?" You ask, making Natasha laugh. "I didn't. Good try, though." She places her hands on your shoulders. She's bold. "What's the matter? You don't trust me?" Something about the way she says it makes you feel sick and guilty for even thinking that you didn't trust her.

Natasha, of course, knows this.

"No- no, I trust you! I'm sorry!" You reach your hands out and place them on Natasha's covered hips. Natasha smiles at your action while faking a sad sniffle. "My name is Natasha." You look over the blonde and smile.

That's when it clicks.

"Natasha Romanoff." Natasha's frown turns into a smile. "Wow, you know who I am?" She fakes surprise and turns on the innocence. You nod with your mind, unable to think about anything else but her. "Wow! I got saved by The Black Widow."

Natasha watches as you process this faux information. Gosh, you look so cute. "I guess I was lucky, huh?" You look at her, earning a chuckle. "I just didn't want anything to happen to you," Natasha says, warming your heart. "You're too perfect." She adds in a low whisper. Something you catch that makes your brain fuzzy.

However, before you can do or say anything else, Natasha pushes her body closer to you. Carefully, she watches your eyes as she lifts one leg over yours. Placing one knee on the bed next to your hips before doing the same with the other. She smiles down at you as her bare ass finds itself sitting in your lap.

You feel her wet pussy on your tight black bike shorts.

"Is this okay?" She whispers as she brings her face close enough to yours to feel her breath on your ear. You inhale her scent and feel the butterflies in your stomach.

"More than okay, Natasha..." You find yourself saying. The alarms in your head have officially been silenced. You should be asking why she's doing this, why she's still here. You shouldn't be accepting her advances. But yet you aren't questioning her. You accept her actions with a smile.

She smiles back.

"You know..." Natasha leans down and kisses your cheek. "I'll always protect you." You feel a blush on your face when her soft lips touch your skin again. "I've loved you for so long, and now I get to show you." Natasha lifts her face away from you to look at your eyes flutter.

Natasha sees how defenseless you are now.

The drugs have all worked.

"You love me?" You question as you move your hands down from Natasha's hips to her thighs. The touch of her feels cool to your warm hands. You peer into her green eyes and see them sparkle. "For years, I've loved you." She unwraps her arms from around you and places them on your hands. She moves them up from her thighs to under what used to be your shirt. You feel the bend of her hips and the softness of the sides of her body as your fingertips brush past their way to her nipples.

She pushes your hand to grope her boobs.

"For years, I've wanted you, and now I have you. Don't I?"

Natasha slowly moves her hips back and forth, sending a wave of pleasure through her body as her wet clit brushes up and down the end seam of your bike shorts. She moans and whimpers while looking at you, waiting for an answer. "Don't I, Y/N?!" You push and pull her boobs as you look at Natasha Romanoff acting like a slut for you. "Yes. Yes, Natasha! You have me!"

"I'm yours!" You wanted to scream.

"Good girl." She whispers as she leans down and kisses you again and again. Her tongue pushing its way into your mouth. The taste of her is salvia is electrifying. The pleasure you feel makes you moan into her mouth. Natasha smirks as you push yourself deeper and closer to The Black Widow.

Natasha reaches down as you two fall onto the bed to places her hand in the middle of your bike shorts. She begins rubbing your core up and down as her hand pushes your legs open. "Come on, baby. Open up for me."

You nod with your eyes closed and feel Natasha's fingers slow down in speed as she now gently brushes her fingers past your wet clit seeping through the shorts.

Each time she touches it, you jump.

And then. Natasha pulls her hands away from you: nothing but the cool air touching the wet spot on your shorts. You feel needy and frustrated. You open your eyes to see Natasha on her knees, lifting her shirt off her body. Her blonde hair falls back into place right above her shoulder.

She smiles at you and watches as you take her in.

You feel your mouth become dry as you look up at Natasha's toned stomach. A set of abs staring at you. You move from her perfect breast and hard pink nipples to her shoulders and biceps. The definition in her arms makes you close your mouth to hold in a noise that would've been embarrassing.

You look up at her neck—a smile when you see a cute mole that was previously hidden. Finally, you bring your eyes to her face and the smirk on her lips.

"Can I take these off?" Natasha points down to your bike shorts. You nod, making Natasha internally laugh. The shorts were coming off no matter what your answer was.

You pull your head from Natasaba's gaze and watch as Natasha's left hand goes to the bottom seam of your shorts and lifts them up from your body.

Once again, her touch makes your skin flush with pleasure. It's as if you're addicted to her and her touch.

Natasha pulls her right arm from behind herself, and that's when you drop your mouth. "Na-natasha, what's that?"

"Did I say you can speak?"

You sit stunned as the knife in her hand comes closer to your body. You weren't aware that you couldn't speak unless spoken to, but... di- did Natasha expect that of you? Did she tell you, and you just forgot?

"Look at me." She sternly asks of you. "Not at the knife but at me." The movement of the knife doesn't stop when you pull your eyes to Natasha and her beautiful green ones. "What did I say earlier?" She asks. "Think real hard and then answer me, okay." Her eyes leave you as she focuses on the blade, meeting the bottom seam of your shorts. You keep your eyes on Natasha's face and hear the ripping sound of your shorts as she goes further and further up.

She stops at your hip close to the top seam when you decide to speak up.

"That you'll always protect me." Natasha smiles wide. You listened and answered her perfectly. Natasha smiles and can't help herself when she leans in and kisses you. "Good job." She says with care dripping from her lips. "What else did I say?"

"That you love me."

Natasha nods. "I do love you." She leans in and, with the knife still in her left hand, drags up the rest of the way. Her lips touch yours at the same time the blade cuts through your shorts.

Immediately, Natasha tosses the knife off the bed. It clatters on the floor, making you jump into Natasha's lips again. "Sorry." You say when she backs away. "It's okay." The blonde tells you. "As long as you know that I would never hurt you, right?"

"Right." You agree easily.

Natasha smiles as she pulls at the fabric resting on your pussy. The coating sticks to you as she pulls it further away until the string of wetness breaks mid-air. Falling back onto your thigh. "Did Mommy make you feel this way?"

She knows that she did.

But she wants to hear you say it.

"Yes." Natasha brings her fingers back to where they belong. "Yes, what?" She glides her middle finger over your pink mound. You moan and shudder.

"Yes, Mommy."

Natasha should've left soon after that night. But she couldn't bring herself to do it.

She knew her friends needed her help, but she couldn't leave you. She finally had you, and you had her. Why would she want to jeopardize that?

So as, the days turned into weeks to months to years. Natasha felt the pressure to run continue to build.

In contrast, as the days turned into weeks to months to years. You felt yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with the one who saved you. The Black Widow. The cute blonde hero who made you breakfast in bed. The woman who stayed with you. The one who whispered sweet nothings into your ear every night as you drifted asleep. The woman who saved the world repeatedly could now be there for you.

Natasha even let it be known that you didn't have to work anymore. She had an array of offshore accounts and wanted to spoil you, and you, in turn, let her.

You blushed when she looked your way and never got tired of seeing her smile. A goddess herself sculpted her body, and Natasha happily made sure you came for her. Only her.

"Hey, what's going on?"

You walked out of your and Natasha's bedroom after finding the bed empty to see her in the living room going over her weaponry. Something you didn't like, but you trusted Natasha with them. Knowing she would never harm you.

It was early afternoon, and after your morning trip to the farmers market, followed by some light grocery shopping, you came home to Natasha, waiting with some brunch and a board game.

You took a nap after that, and while you slept, Natasha made her decision.

"They need me."

You knew who Natasha was talking about. It wasn't a secret that you were dating Natasha Romanoff. Well, it was a secret to everyone else. But you get my point. You were dating a fugitive labeled that by the United Nations on account of the Sokovian Accords—an ex-Avenger who still wanted to help.

"What if I don't want you to go." You asked with hurt in your voice. You finally had the love of your life. Someone you weren't even looking for, and now she wanted to go?

"Baby..." She put her gun on the coffee table and made her way to you. Wrapping her arms around you as you wrapped around her body. "I don't want to go..." A white lie, considering her little weekend-avenging trips from time to time weren't enough. "But I have to. To protect us. To protect you." The truth.

"Rogers needs me. Plus, with Vision and Wanda running around trying to be a normal couple again. He really needs the help."

You nodded into Natasha's shoulder. You hated that she was right. "How long?" Natasha sighed. She really didn't know how long it would be.

"Give me two weeks, and I'll be back."

You deflated, and your heart formed cracks. You didn't want her to leave, and you didn't want her to go for that long!

Natasha started kissing your head and rubbing your back, and you didn't understand why until you felt the tears leaving your eyes. You were crying.

Natasha hated it. She hated hearing how heartbroken you were. But at the same time, she loved it. You were hers. And she was yours.

"I love you Y/N. I'll be back before you know it."

"I love you, Natty. Please be careful."

Natasha wasn't even gone for two weeks. In fact, her time with Captain and Birdboy lasted a mere pair of days.

On day 3, Vision turned off his transponder.

Within 48 hours, half of everything was dust.

When Natasha found the others at the corpse of the synthezoid. Two people ran through Natasha's mind.

Yelena.

And you.

"Y/N!"

Natasha screamed as she busted open the door to your shared space. She threw her useless phone onto the counter as she ran through the living room, still in her uniform. Passing by the TV that sat on the emergency broadcast. "Y/N!" She called out again as she stopped at the bedroom door. "Please be here. Please be alive.."

Natasha had tears in her eyes as she slowly opened the bedroom door. Her breath left her lips in a gasp before she blinked away tears that were escaping. She carefully made her way to the bed and sat down.

You turned over as you felt the bed shift. Then you opened your eyes when you felt Natasha's presence. "Natasha? Natasha!" You sprung up from the bed and collided into her body.

You both wept as the relief flooded your combined emotions. "You're alive..." Natasha whispered into your head before inhaling.

She grew to love your shampoo.

"I miss you." You said. "Don't worry, Detka. I'm here. I'm here." Natasha kissed the side of your head before leaning back and kissing your mouth.

God, she missed your lips and the softness of your cheeks as you tried to hide your blush.

"I miss you." You repeated, confusing Natasha.

"Babe?" She pulled back and held your head in her hands. Her green eyes scanned your beautiful face and saw nothing wrong until a speck of dust flew off your nose. "No.." Natasha whispered with pain. "Y/N." She kept your face in her hands as little by little. You ceased to exist. "Y/N!" Her hands started to be covered.

"I miss you."

"Y/N, please no! No! Please!"

"I miss-" "Stop it!" "Nata-"

"No!" She screamed and screamed as you vanished until she woke up thrashing in her bed at the compound. Alone. Gun drawn and ready...

"Whatever it takes..." Whispered by you... Is this the last thing Natasha always heard when she woke up from her nightmares..

Natasha looks around the room with bags under her red, dried eyes and chapped lips. She struggles every day to live. She hates herself for leaving.

She hates that the last thing you told her was, "be careful."

She is hurt. Alone. Scared.

She misses you.

Every day, she tries and uses her resources to find a way to bring everyone back. But so far, she's always coming up empty-handed.

The worst part is, is that even after three years of you being gone. Natasha never told anyone. You were a secret to everyone else.

But to Natasha, you were everything.

dividers by @/benkeibear & @/firefly-graphics

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puckinghischier · 6 months ago

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just a random post with a string of nonsense thoughts about the hughes brothers and how bad i want to be a part of that family

like, not even having to marry into it kinda way, but maybe being best friends with one of the boys and just assimilating into their routines?

i mean, imagine being jack’s bestie and always being over at their house or driving him to hockey practice or tagging along to games and it’s always just assumed you’re staying for dinner after giving him a ride home from practice. Or it’s always assumed when they go to the lake on weekends you’re going to be there too

and don’t even get me started on how luke and quinn basically treat you like a sister since you’re attached to jack’s hip and act just like him. the arguments you’d have with luke about who gets to choose what’s on tv, then quinn eventually vetos any kind of compromise between the two of you because he’s the oldest so his choice “means more than both of yours combined”

also thinking about when the guys want to go play golf but you show up at their house to hang out with them, so they have you tag along and drive the golf cart, resulting in everyone getting kicked off of the golf course because you were caught by the cart girl for having two grown men hanging off of the back of your golf cart re-enacting king of the world from titanic as you make your way to the green.

or when you go on a date with a guy your friend set you up with, all three of them sneak around and tag along in ridiculous “disguises” with fake wigs and mustaches to make sure he’s not a dick or a serial killer. and when you catch them, seeing a glimpse of luke’s curly hair from a few booths down, you walk over to confront them and threaten to call ellen because you know that’s the only threat that scares them, watching them scurry off with glares on their faces, mumbling how they just wanted to make sure he wasn’t a dick.

then weeks later, when the same guy ghosts you and you see him with another girl, the only place you want to go is the hughes house, so you show up unannounced, quinn watching you walk into the kitchen (you have a key so you just let yourself in) with tear stained cheeks and he immediately goes angry big brother mode, insisting you tell him where the asshole lives so he can go rough him up a bit. jack comes downstairs to see what all the commotion is, and once he hears what happened he takes over quinn’s role as shoulder to cry on, quinn already setting everything up for a movie night and telling luke he needs to go out and get your favorite snacks.

when ellen and jim come home that night to a dark house and a blanket mound in the middle of their living room floor, they see you asleep cuddled in-between jack and quinn, with luke laying at everyone’s feet, and they smile and turn the tv off, happy that all of their kiddos are safe under one roof tonight.

and the next morning, when you all wake up to ellen cooking a huge breakfast, knowing her boys wake up like starved animals, she pulls you aside to make sure you’re okay, her heart swelling when you look over at the three heathen’s absolutely demolishing their plates of breakfast, and tell her you’ve never been better.

don’t even get me started on holidays. you have to split time between your own family and the hughes residence like you’re a child of divorce because you’ve been involved in all of their holiday traditions since you could remember. you help them decorate their tree, you help ellen wrap presents, you help jim set up all of their yard decorations, you have annual ginger bread house decorating competitions with each of the boys, and your favorite, helping the boys surprise ellen with a huge gift each year.

or when you attend all of their big games, from their team usa juniors games, to quinn and luke’s games at michigan, to each brother’s first pro game. you and ellen always have matching, personalized jersey’s for the occasion, wanting every to know who you’re there to support.

also thinking about flying out and being there for each of them when they go through their first big struggle with homesickness and missing their family, wanting to be there for them like they’ve been there for you over the years. and sending them each care packages each month with goodies from home and handmade gifts from whatever craft you’ve taken up that month (the crochet phase produced some very oddly shaped socks)

and when you decide you can’t stand not living near your favorite set of brothers, you move be closer to the youngest two, hating that you likely won’t be able to live in a place close to all three of them again. but quinn petitioned for partial custody (his exact words to jack) so the spare bedroom at his apartment in vancouver is now yours and he insists on paying for you to fly out to his place every other month, no matter how much you protest that you can buy your own plane tickets.

you know they all have countdowns to lake time each summer on their phones, too. quinn sending updates in the groupchat every day, then starting over the day everyone returns home from the summer festivities.

but overall, i’m just thinking about how fun i know it would be, and how anyone in that family will be surrounded by so much kindness and love.

anyways there’s my nonsense, random, run-on string of thoughts for the day.

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respectthepetty · 6 months ago

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The Monster Next Door & Livid Lad

I squeezed in all three episodes of Monster Next Door while traveling with a 7" Chromebook, so now that I have truly no time and no patience (because this thirty image limit is stifling), I'm jumping straight into what I came for - COLORS!

The promo for this show gave me introverted Diew in blue and extroverted God in yellow/orange, which would make perfect sense for the characters and this story!

And the first episode started with God bursting onto the scene with his orange bike and yellow lightning bolt helmet versus Diew walking in his gray.

But I've seen this color-story before from another WeTV offering!

And in this story (Cooking Crush), there was a Blue Boy who didn't like people touching him, had a difficult time communicating, and lived a pretty isolated life.

But . . . that's because he wasn't really blue. He was livid!

Some history and a little bit of science: *deep breath* Livid is the term for the color "blue-gray" and comes from a Latin word meaning "a dull gray blue" however, we associate livid with red because red means anger which we also connect to heat and flames, but the hottest part of a flame is its center which is actually blue not red, so although in color theory we say warm colors are red, yellow, and orange, and cool colors are blue, green, and purple, in the universe, it's the opposite, so our Sun for example isn't that hot because it's only red, yellow, and orange because if our Sun was really hot, it'd be blue (or even white!), and we'd all be fried and dead because that'd be super duper uber hot! Make sense? *another deep breath* The point is that Diew is a Livid Lad.

He is gray-blue.

He is calm and stable like a Blue Boy. He is sad and lonely like a Gray Guy. He is rigid and smart like both.

But just like his fellow Livid Lad Ten in Cooking Crush, who gave the sweetest compliments then punched a guy, Diew is not to be toyed with.

So we see his notes in his color scheme telling God to stop being loud, stop giving him snacks, and stop drawing on the table.

Which brings me to God, who should be this bright and loud yellow/oranege extrovert according to the promo material for the show, but . . . once again, I've seen this color-story before, and as colorful as I thought Prem was compared to his Livid Lad, all roads lead to pink.

In Cooking Crush, it was stated often that Prem put his heart into cooking which is why people could taste the love in his food. Interesting.

The American baseball team Cleveland Indians changed its name and mascot in 2021 because it's the 21st-century and we need to stop doing offensive shit, but even with the name change to Cleveland Guardians, the team has always been a vibrant red.

I noticed immediately that the show is softening the red on God's body so it almost becomes pink when he gets help from Diew in the beginning, and it happens again when he reads the time-traveling romance novel Diew suggests since God is wearing a shirt from the American soda company Dr. Pepper, which its color is maroon(ish), yet in the show, it is soft.

But much like Cooking Crush's Prem, God seems like a Multicolored Menace compared to his Livid Lad.

He wears different colors while Diew wears mostly grays and blues.

His apartment has colorful cool lighting while Diew's apartment has warm natural-looking lighting.

And when he has a bad day at band practice, he loses his color.

But when God asked Diew to date him, he was wearing that soft Dr. Pepper shirt, and when Diew agreed to it a few nights later, Diew was wearing pink on his shirt, which is the first color we have seen on his body, and God was wearing gray. Diew also wore this shirt when he got Khun Shy, his turtle.

And when God just stands in complete silence eating a chocolate bar even though he doesn't like sweets but remembers that Diew likes eating chocolate to make himself happy, he is wearing blue.

But the thing is, Diew isn't just blue and God isn't all colorful, which is why this blueish-(purple) pink doesn't work.

God's core is pink because he puts his heart into what he does. He loves being with his friends (and hates being alone! Don't think I didn't pick that up when he mentioned he originally intended to have a roommate). He loves being on stage and playing music. He loves meeting new people and helping them. He's a lover!

He is bright pink when Diew takes care of him.

But he is also pink when he is giving his friend advice to sit in his feelings and to share them.

And that's why his sticky notes are pink.

These color-coded boys are communicating to each other in their own language and their own color by exchanging the notes. God is a kind and caring (and sometimes immature) Pink Person who gives love in all these tiny ways, and Diew is a calm and quiet (and sometimes a little pissed off) Livid Lad who puts up a fight in all these tiny ways, but when the wall between them (and their balconies) come down, they'll have to create a new middle ground between the Monster Next Door and a Livid Lad because wanting to put so much love into everything versus being so terrified to put love into anything is going to make them re-evaluate how to show love to each other.

They'll have to find ~balance~ not only with each other, but also within themselves.

#monster next door #the colors mean things #and I think I figured them out!#color coded boys in love #Diew is a Livid Blue #glad I had Ten to teach me more about them #episodes one two and three!

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zhounauts · 11 months ago

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OPPOSITE GENDERED FRIENDS? lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıılıı.lllııılı. based on the web drama. . . "the allowed female friend" k.gyuvinx f!reader warnings; jealousy (?) fluff & comedy wc 1.95k

“FEMALE FRIENDS. . .?” you ask, taking another bite out of your noodles.

“yeah,” gyuvin answers, taking a sip of his drink, “just in case you, y’know. . .care,”

“why would i? do you have a lot or something?” you laugh, “i have plenty of guy friends, you don’t care about that right?”. gyuvin shakes his head.

“i have a couple female friends to, and just like you. why would i care? they’re just your friends after all,”

“right! just friends,” you answer excitedly, “it’s crazy how so many people make such a big deal out of it. i mean of course if they’re an ex i get it, but if it’s just a friend from the opposite gender. . .” you sip your water.

“exactly, people who get upset over their boyfriends or girlfriends having opposite gendered friends just don’t—”

“have trust! they’re letting fear get to them!” you finish. gyuvin smiles widely, reaching across the table to playfully give you a high-five.

“i think we might just be made for eachother”

gyuvin holds onto your hand, leading you down the street, as you, without a clue, follow him. you aren’t quite sure where you’re going, but you accept the surprise date and put your trust into gyuvin. yet, you can’t help your curiosity as gyuvin leads you down a smaller, less populated road filled with small shops.

“here,” he stops, standing in front of a small restaurant. he lets go of your hand, doing a little, dorky ta-da before taking your hand again. “this is one of my favorite spots,”

“it’s so cute!” you exclaim, entering the restaurant, “i like it. it’s so intimate,”

“i know right? iseul introduced me tot his place,” he says, “she’s one of my friends, gunwook knows her,”

“ooo, she’s got good taste,” you say. the two of you stand at the entrance, waiting for a waitress to come seat you two. as you wait, you watch as gyuvin snaps a picture of the place, before quickly typing something into his phone. you peek over his shoulder, watching as he sends it to someone. seulie. . .? you think to yourself, you flick your eyes between gyuvin and back to the contact name before shaking it off and greeting the approaching waitress.

“and then do you know what he—”

“oh shoot, sorry,” gyuvin mutters, reaching towards his ringing phone.

“no, no,” you beckon, “go pick up,” he nods, and presses the green accept button. a female voice rings out.

“yah gyuvin! how could you go without me??” she whines, “you must look stupid right now, sitting all alone,”

“i’m not alone iseul,” gyuvin laughs, “i’m with my girlfriend right now,”. gyuvin looks towards you, motioning you to say hi.

“hi! i’m yn,” you greet.

“hiii!” she exclaims, “hope you’re enjoying the food!”

”we are, you’ve got good taste,” you answer.

“of course i do!” she jokes, “oh also, gyuvin, are you coming later tonight or what? don’t be a party pooper and ditch,” you listen in, before your own phone lights up with a message. you grab your phone to read the message, and promptly answer.

“you’re going out tonight right?”

“yeah,” gyuvin answers, “why?”

“i’m going out as well,”

“oh really?” he asks, “with who?”

“a close friend,” you say, “they’re back in korea for break,”

“what are you waiting for? go!” he says, “i’m going out with my friends as well anyways,”

“right,” you answer, giving him a peck on the cheek. “let’s both have fun tonight!”

your date continues, the two of you exchanging animated stories, laughing and giggling with one another. yet, one thing you can’t ignore is the constant buzzing of his phone, and you watch as the same groupchat name lights up over and over again. you furrow your brow.

“you’re dating someone?” eric asks, flipping the pork belly on the grill.

“yeah,” you answer, sipping your coke.

“so. . .he’s okay with us hanging out alone together?” he questions.

“yep,” you say happily, watching the barbecue in front of you.

“wow, he sounds cool,” eric laughs.

“we’re just having trust in one another,” you say simply, “what’s a relationship without trust?”

”pft,” he laughs, “have you gotten wiser as well dating him?” it goes silent between the two of you, only the sizzling of the grill in front of you being heard. “hey, pork’s ready,” you reach your plate out eagerly, smiling as eric cuts up pieces for you. he laughs suddenly.

“you’re cute,”

“what?”

“not like that man,” he says, “like a little sister,” you stare at him unimpressed, shaking your head.

“whatever, let’s dig in already! i'm starving,"

you walk out of the restaurant with eric, shoulder to shoulder, stomach hurting from all the laughing. “stop it!” you gasp through giggles, slapping him on the shoulder. he laughs with you, leaning into your shoulder.

“yn!” you hear, you wipe tears away from your eyes, to see gyuvin standing underneath the street light near the store next door.

“gyuvin!” you exclaim. you turn towards eric, pulling him in for a quick hug goodbye. “let’s meet up another time again,” you say, nudging his shoulder.

“of course,” he answers, giving you a fist bump. you smile one last time at him, before bounding over to your boyfriend. gyuvin wraps an arm around you, as you snuggle into him.

“is that your close friend?”

”yeah, that’s eric,” you answer.

“i didn’t know you were hanging out with a guy,” gyuvin says aimlessly.

“he’s a great guy,” you tell him, “you’re not jealous are you?”

“jealous?” gyuvin gasps, pulling away from you, “you know me yn, how could i be jealous? also who in their right mind would cheat on me of all people?”

you shake your head jokingly at your boyfriend’s big, fat ego.

“just joking, i trust you yn,” he says, “trust is the most important thing!” you smile again, snuggling closer into him. his phone rings, and when he picks up, iseul’s voice rings out.

“ughhh gyuvinnn!” she whines, “why’d you leave so early?”

”i was picking up my girlfriend iseul,” he answers.

“well take her home then come back! i’m expecting you to not disappoint me and the others! come back soon, okay?”

”alright, alright, i’ll come,”

you get back to your house exhausted,. after you had bid gyuvin good night, you showered immediately, and then plopped onto your bed. you pick up your phone from the side table, seeing a new message from gyuvin.

gyu 😼 i’m gonna stay for a bit only, i’ll be back soon

stay however long you want! have fun with your friends!!

♥

you close out of messages, sighing, and then open instagram. you see that gyuvin’s updated his story, his icon appearing first. you click on it, seeing a video from only a couple hours ago when you were still with eric. the phone swivels around the table, revealing gunwook and junhyeon who you recognize and then a group of girls you don't know. he has a lot of female friends doesn’t he?

you shake it off, clicking on the tagged people on the stories. with that, you enter a rabbit hole, going through profile after profile, and iseul's catches your eye the most.

it's filled with pictures of your boyfriend, at restaurants, cafes, amusement parks, and even an arcade. you furrow your brows, as a story pops up from her. you click it fast, maybe too fast, but you don’t care as it opens to show another video of your boyfriend sandwiched between gunwook and iseul, who’s awfully close to him. you can’t help but frown slightly, before shaking it off once again.

what the hell? trust, yn, trust

the next day, you wake up to a flurry of texts from gyuvin, leaving you smiling. you answer every single one of them, and he responds quickly, the two of you agreeing to meet up at the park. yet, when you arrive at the park, the thing you don't expect is to see gyuvin talking to someone else. a girl. iseul.

“gyuvin!” you exclaim, speeding up. he turns around, a wide smile adorning his face as he sees you. you hug him, before turning to the girl in front of him.

“ah, this is iseul,” gyuvin says, “iseul, this is my girlfriend, yn,”

“nice to meet you!” you say cheerily, or atleast you try to sound like it. she smiles back.

“you’re so pretty! so you’re the girl gyuvin’s been ditching us for,” she jokes. yet, it leaves a slightly bad taste in your mouth that you can’t explain.

“you to!” you answer, “i love your nails,”

“well, i’m glad you two got to meet each other,” gyuvin interrupts, “but we’ve got a date to—”

“there’s something in your hair,” you say, pointing to iseul. she reaches to her hair, patting the wrong spot.

“oh, wrong spot,” gyuvin says, tousling her hair for her, removing the leaf. you can’t help but freeze, watching it. words were one thing, but physical touch was a whole other thing. “it’s gone now, but like i said. we gotta go, see you later!” iseul waves at the two of you, giving you a small smile which you return, before you turn around to leave.

it’s silent between you and gyuvin, as you sit at a table in the corner of the cafe. two of you share a cheesecake in front of you, as you sip your mocha.

“you’re meeting iseul later?”

“i’m helping her move some stuff,” he answers.

“oh,” you say.

“you okay with it?” he asks, taking another bite of the cheesecake, “this is so good,”. you don’t answer, only zoning out. “yn?” you give him an apologetic smile, picking up your own fork to take a bite of the cake.

“are you okay?” he asks, setting his drink down.

“well. . .” you start, “do you really have to go?”

“what?’ he asks, surprise evident.

“nevermind, that was silly—”

”do you not want me to?”

“. . .” you stop, taking a sip of your drink once again. you don’t want to come off as possessive, yet the thought of gyuvin being alone with only her, and at her house of all places bothered you. you couldn’t deny your jealousy any longer, and you shake your head, “it’s you two alone. . .and at her house. . .” you trail off.

“you ate out with that guy alone,” he says suddenly.

“what?”

”eric or whatever his name was. . .” gyuvin mutters, twirling his fork.

“you have her contact as seulie, and she’s pretty,” you bring up.

“he was good looking as well,” gyuvin retorts.

“you were fine when you picked me up and saw him?”

”i wasn’t,” he confesses simply. the two of you blink at each other owlishly, “i was just pretending,”

“you were. . .pretending?”

“you didn’t know?” you shake your head.

“you’re a good actor,”

“thanks,” he says, “you to,”

“thanks,” it goes silent between the two of you once again, the both of you simultaneously taking sips out of your respective drinks.

“how about we do this,” gyuvin says, putting his cup down, “if you don’t see him, i won’t see her,”.

“completely?”

”what do you want?”

”I don’t like you seeing her,”

“then i won’t,”

“okay,”

“sounds good, yeah,”

“yep,” the two of you nod assertively, before dapping each other up in agreement. gyuvin grabs his phone.

“i’m cancelling with her right now,”

“me to,” you answer, texting eric. the two of you put your phones down in sync, and then nod again. then the two of you dap each other up again.

“i feel like we should stop doing that,”

“yep,”

networks: @a-dream-bookmark @zumblrnet

a/n my hells kitchen phase has ended, and now have fallen into a rabbit hole of korean and chinese web dramas. . .i saw this one and i thought of writhing it for gyuvin, hope you enjoy !!

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zweetdreamzz · 7 months ago

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𓍢ִ໋ ⋆˚ ☕️ SO CLOSE, BUT SO FAR . જ⁀➴ |

Nahoya Kawata

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

warnings; sugar daddy! Nahoya, implied chubby! Reader, f!reader, a bit of degrading, pet names, oral sex f & m receiving, spanking, fingering, a bit of hair pulling, kinda brat taming, TIMESKIP Corrupt Toman! Nahoya, Mean! Nahoya, a bit of Dom! Nahoya, maybe bimbo reader?, porn w/ plot, first time writer so might be bad, Hoya is physically taller than reader and bigger, M!DNI PLZ!!!

Word count, 2.2K (૮ •͈ ‸ 𖦹 ა )

Nahoya Kawata. A feared captain of the fourth division of the delinquent gang Tokyo Manji or known as ‘Toman’ or at least he USED to be. Always feared, loving the feeling of beating someone’s ass regardless of who they are, side by side with his gang members and his brother, oh how he misses those days; but good thing he’s rich now!

You were just a simple barista, cleaning tables, dealing with rude people who thought they were better than you, and all KINDS of men. Hitting on you, getting mad when you rejected them, even threatening you on the job. But you couldn’t do anything, this job is what you needed to pay your rent, that was until you met him..

He walked in the cafe with his straight, orangish hair, clearly not used to it being locked from its curly form, a smile that could make your heart stop from fear and attraction, his eyes closed, the perfect voice mixed with a giggle and a deep voice, and a tannish suit that showed off his lean physique and god, the way he spoke his first words to you should’ve been the first red flag, but his words sounded like the sweet taste of honey from a bumblebee.

As normal like all the other guys that came for ‘coffee’, he asked for your number and stupidly enough, you agreed, feeling like you had to give him as his smile was slowly starting to curt. Slipping it to him on his receipt for the order of his coffee, black coffee with nothing but sugar, oh god how it matched him perfectly; you got a call later that night to find out his name as you picked it up, ‘Nahoya Kawata.’ It seemed so nice when it rolled off his tongue, you heard the voice of another girl in the background, yelling, screaming, crying even for his attention, another red flag you stupidly ignored because of Nahoya’s tantalizing voice. Asking you out for a date, which you agreed, and that’s how it all started with you becoming his sugar baby.

Always buying you lavish gifts, giving you money when you need it, making sure your rent is paid for, even getting you the apartment you dreamed of! It seems perfect, but god knows that money can’t hide it all. He always throws money at you, a new girl on his arm while you’re just old and the perfect toy he can always go for when he doesn’t get the girl he wanted for the night, and he’s found some new arm candy, again.

Once again stopping by your apartment you finally decide to confront Nahoya, which he responds with a callous tone mixed in with the high pitch of his giggly voice, the smile you once fell for making you disgusted at the way he talks back to your defiance. “Just shush and take the money, alright doll!”

You glared at the way he treated you, his words making you feel dumb and also insulted, trying to ignore the way his sweet voice always made you feel like putty. Arguing back with him with respect for yourself finally coming up again. “Fuck you, ‘Oya! Either I leave you or you make me your only girl!”

Nahoya couldn’t lie as he stared down at your angry face from his clean height of six feet tall. The smile on his face turned into something a bit more sadistic, he grabbed your face with the slender, fingers decorated with metal adorned rings designed into a skull, two more into initials of his name and his last and another it seems with the same last name.

For however long it seemed since you’ve met the man before you, you’ve never seen his eyes until now. Being met with the angry, deceitful, but hungry eyes of a pretty color of moss green darkly turning. His words resonated with you as his voice seemed to turn you even more into putty.

“Ah, ah, ah~ what I tell you first thing you got here doll? You’re not my top priority, but ‘f you gonna be such a bitch about ‘t, might just fuck you like the little bitch yea acting like!”

As Nahoya’s words finally clicked inside your nearly going cock-dumb brain and you haven’t even done anything yet. You felt him shove his lips roughly to yours, keeping your face clutched in between his slender fingers, ruining the cute, cherry lipgloss he bought for you, letting his other hand go up the Victoria Secrets blouse he bought you, continuing to ravage your lips as he finally lets go of your face. Feeling proud of the already fucked out face he made of you.

“Such a cute, fucked out little face… ‘gonna make sure you’re ruined by tonight!”

His hands also approached the buttons of your blouse with a gentle touch, but you both knew that wasn’t what he wanted. You couldn’t lie as your thong was almost soaked by the way he tore off your blouse with a hungry touch. Leaving you in just a lace bra with wire straps looking like it would cut your shoulders; his hands grabbing your soft hips and placing you up on the marble kitchen counter of your apartment. Grabbing the hooks of your bra and tearing it off with a smirk on his face that you’ve never seen before, be oh he knew it was all telling…

Finally sinking his mouth onto the nipples of your breasts, having to lean his head down a bit as he happily rubbed the wet spot appearing on your thong. Pulling and tugging at it to keep your puffy cunt warm from his teasing.

Your glossy smeared mouth mewling and whimpering from the pleasure and slight pain you felt in two places of your body, trying to rub your plush thighs together from the sweet tension growing in your thong.

A slap comes to your clothed cunt, a whimper escaping from your mouth as Nahoya talks about your needs like it’s a burden for him to take care of.“Such a pretty ‘lil thing, but too damn loud. Gonna make sure yea screamin’ my name by tonight.”

That was all you could hear before he his lips let go of your now puffy nipple with a wet *pop!*, smirking at the look of your soft lips in a tired ‘O’ your eyes teary eyed already and begging for the touch you hated only a few moments ago. He finally gave into your needs and sunk down to your knees, his fingers gently exposing the way your puffy cunt glistened in the light of your kitchen.

He sunk his long fingers inside of your cunt, making sure he put his mouth to work, his tongue working with his fingers as the wet muscle twitched and curled inside of your wet gummy walls. Your manicured hands trying to find its way to his forcibly straightened hair, your mouth continuing to let out mewls and moans loud enough for your neighbors to hear, your plush thighs wrapping around his head before you finally utter the words he’s wanted to hear since you started to get an attitude with him.

“H-hoya! Cummin’ ‘m cumming!-“

Your words sounded so pretty to him, the way you slurred your words, the way your gummy walls were clenching around him and sucking in his tongue and long fingers like a vice grip. You felt emptiness from your puffy, soaked cunt as your brows gently furrow, glancing down to see Hoya hovering over you with the same smirk on his perfect face, he grabbed you by the same hair he paid for only to be ruined by him now. Placing you on your knees as he keeps his eyes on you, waiting for you to pull down his tanned pants down to suck his cock.

You could only apply as your shaky hands gently hooked around the belt loops of his pants, being met with the sight of his raging cock having a bulge and a wet spot with his precum showing through his gray boxers, he scoffed out loud as he pulled down his boxers.

His cock bouncing up and down as it finally stopped against his abdomen, he had a slight happy trail of orange hairs that almost made you drool at the sight, his reddened tip slathered in precum as you gently placed your lips on the tip of his cock. Bobbing your head up and down on the six inch cock he had, almost too thick for you to take; feeling it hit the back of your throat as his hands was roaming through your perfectly done hair turned into nothing but a mess from all he’s done, hearing soft grunts, groans, and almost whines escape from his lips.

“Shit.. y’know ya so pretty when you’re not running your mouth like a ‘lil bitch…~”

You’re sure you could feel your puffy cunt clench around nothing at the way he talked to you, a moan escaping from your throat as your moan made his cock vibrate, a grunt escaping from his lips as he shoved your head fully down to the base of his cock, warm, tart ropes shooting down your throat into your tummy. Letting your mouth come off his cock with a loud, wet *pop!*, licking your lips clean as you gently batted your lashes up at him with soft doe eyes that made your pupils seem like hearts.

“Aww, think this little act ‘s gonna win me over? Huh, honey? Let’s get you in the bedroom.”

Hoya couldn’t lie that he felt his cock harden again at the way you stared up at him from your knees; his hand picking you up from your soft hips and dragging you over to your bedroom. Throwing you down onto your queen-sized bed he bought you with a new-found roughness you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t enjoy.

‘Hoya grabbed you once again by your hair, making you choke on the cutest mewl you hid in your pouty mouth, feeling your tummy be pressed up against the rough, naked knee of him. Feeling his big hands nearly cover the whole half of your ass, raising his hand up in the air before he gives a hard blow to your ass.

A loud squeal escaping from your mouth as you squirm around your hips from the pleasurable but painful slap of Hoya’s hand. Feeling his other hand grab you soft, fucked-out face before giving it a hard slap. Making your pussy clench around nothing, you whimper quietly as you snatch your head back from his grasp. Trying to grind your puffy clit onto his knee.

Feeling a soft slap come down to your cunt, glancing back up at ‘Hoya with a soft pout that almost made him want to give you mercy *almost..* he placed one hand near your puffy cunt, another on your bottom as he starts to finger his slender fingers out of your puffy, tight hole going slowly before he picks up the pace, the squelching sounds of your hole getting his fingers all wet from your gummy, sensitive walls, still wet from your previous failed orgasm.

Your face contorting in pleasure, as you grab at Hoya’s forearm, trying to get his fingers out of your puffy hole before he makes you cum, squirt? Who knows. And finally your brain went fuzzy. Your brain going full cock-drunk as a weak, but cute smile appears on your face, he couldn’t help but smirk at the way you looked, his closed eyes finally back as he spoke to you mockingly.

“Aww, ‘s my little brat finally all stupid, just from my fingers?”

Hoya chuckled quietly as he pulled his slick covered fingers from your hole, grabbing your hair and forcing your face up to meet his. Flipping you back on your ass to sit you on the bed, forcing his long fingers in your mouth as you mindlessly suck on them to clean your juices from his fingers. ‘Hoya chuckled quietly again, grabbing you and with ease.

Hoya bent down in-front of your plush thighs, being face to face with your wet hole as it clenched from the cold air in your room. Hoya spat at your hole, smirking quietly at your soft mewls from your sensitive cunt, pushing in his fingers again as your back tastefully arched, and your lips turned into a soft, shiny mess of an ‘O’ ;feeling your earlier orgasm come back to life with a spark back bigger and better.

His fingers sissoring inside you as your mouth continued to let out more mewls and moans that you couldn’t keep quiet, your eyes teary once again as your tears threatened to spill from your eyes at the feeling of pain and pleasure from his long fingers inside your tiny hole.

Hoya finally pulled his fingers out of your sweet hole, smirking at the damage he’s done for you, getting up from his knees and lining up his pretty, thick cock with your tiny, puffy cunt. You couldn’t lie when your cracked voice choked out these words with a hint of uncertainty.

“‘H-hoya? ‘m thinking ‘ts not gonna fit!-“

You felt his finger come up to your mouth, the smirk still plastered on his face as his sweaty, perfect face was so pretty in-front of your fucked out, teary eyed face. It was all a distraction as he shoved his cock into your gummy walls, groaning out loud, his pace started out slow but rough, his hips making your soft ass ripple as he grabbed your hips and quickly flipped you over into your belly.

One of his hands gripping onto your hips, another gripping your belly with a newfound appreciation for your curves. Your mewls got louder and louder before they just turned into incoherent babbles from your little fucked out brain going cock-dumb, your orgasm growing faster and faster before it finally snaps, your eyes going wide as a soft whimper escapes your lips before your brain finally goes from his cock hitting your special spot.

All you could say now was incoherent babbles and soft mewls with your head down into the stained sheets of your bed. His hand letting go your belly to give you one final slap to your plush ass as he cums inside of your sweet cunt, a loud groan escaping from his lips as you can feel all the soft, warm ropes filling up your tummy. Your lips letting out an array of soft whimpers.

“‘m yours H-Hoya, love chu so much!”

“Aww, love you too baby, just one more round ‘n we done for tonight~”

You felt your puffy, ruined cunt clench around nothing at another thought, feeling your body get lifted up with ease as you open your teary eyes to be met with the sight of you sitting in his lap with his limp dick nearly standing proudly at your tummy.

You couldn’t help but let out a gentle moan, feeling his fingers rub your puffy clit, your mouth turning into a soft ‘O’ feeling your hips gently rock against his thigh in desperation for some more friction. Mewling, moaning, begging for Hoya’s fingers to go deeper into your pretty pussy filled from him.

Hoya couldn’t help but smirk as he sunk his fingers deeper inside of you just liked you wished hitting your sweet spot with a soft chuckle, your cunt clenching around his slender fingers as you feel the knot in your tummy finally release, squirting all over his fingers and staining his thighs with your juices.

You finally collapsed onto your stained bed, a fucked out smile on your face as you curled up into a ball tired and ready to go to sleep. Unknowing to the way Hoya had a smile on his face watching you sleep like the girl you are.

You woke up earlier that morning with the sight of Hoya anywhere in your apartment, you almost couldn’t lie saying you missed the man that treated you like he was yours for a might. But a note was on your drawer in his horrible writing saying he would be back later that week, and he wants you to be ready for him and someone special?

Thank you so much for reading this if you made it to the end!!! I hope you liked my first story and I would REALLY enjoy any criticism to help me be a better writer ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა also I’m very sorry if the gifs don’t work at first!! ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀིა

#tokyo rev smut #bimbo reader #chubby reader #tokyo rev #nahoya kawata #first time writer #toyko rev fanfic #toyko revengers #toyko rev x you #toyko rev x reader #nahoya kawata smut #writing

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missesnott · 8 months ago

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Lucky Bracelet | Lorenzo Berkshire X Fem. Ravenclaw Reader

•Summary: After Lorenzo finds your bracelet and hands it back to you, he asks you out on a date which you happily say yes to. How did your date went?

You were looking at the mirror, wearing some jeans and a cute blue sweater. Luna was sat on her own bed, looking at you.

"I think you look great Y/n" Luna complements you, giving you a little smile.

"Thanks Luna" you smile back "It's almost 7PM, should we go to the common room?" Luna nods and you both leave the dorm.

A few moments later you say goodbye to her and you leave the common room, finding Lorenzo leaned on the wall of the corridor, waiting for you. As soon as he sees you, he straightens up and reveals a small smile.

"Hello." he greets.

"Hi Lorenzo" you give him a softly smile.

"Just 'Enzo' is fine." you nod at his words and you walk up a little closer to him.

Now you both are walking side by side, you have no idea what to say.

"So, tell me a little about you..." he was just trying to make conversation, he already knew a lot of things about you.

"Well, I'm a muggle born. I live in London. My dad owns a restaurant and my mom owns a flower shop... I swear it's not as boring as it seems" you chuckled and he smiled "What do your parents do?" you asked innocently.

Enzo stopped for a minute, thinking on a soft way to tell you about the big mommy issues he had and the fact that his dad was dead and was the only one who cared for Enzo.

"Well... My parents met in Hogwarts, and they decided to follow the same path. They work at the ministry, at least my dad did."

"Was he fired?"

"No, he died." he says in a low tone fast. That immediately made you look guilty. "It's okay, you didn't know."

Now, you were back to begining and had nothing to talk about. You were both nervous in different ways.

You were nervous because this was your first time interacting with a boy that had shown the slightest interest in you. Not that you did not have boy friends, you were just nervous because you never went out on a date with a guy and had absolutely no idea on what to do. Also, you weren't the kind of person who had thousands of friends, but you trusted your life if needed in the ones you had.

Enzo, on the other hand was nervous because he liked you. He had dated another girls in the past, so he knew what to do in these moments.

"So..." you tried to initiate a conversation again "Where are we going?"

"I thought we could walk around Hogsmead and maybe get some food if you wanted to."

"Sounds good."

He then starts to talk to you, changing the subject. You both walk side by side, seeing some things in the windows of the stores and seeing how much you two had in common.

You both pass by a dressing store and you notice a beautiful emerald dress. You stop for a minute to watch it and Enzo notices.

"Do you wanna enter to try it on?" he asks, positioning himself besides you.

"No, no! I can't even pay half of the dress..." you made an excuse that wasn't quite an excuse.

"Trying on doesn't mean you'll have to buy it." he encourages you.

You look at the dress one more time before walking towards the door. You look back at the slytherin and see that he is still behind you.

"You're not coming in?" he smiled and held the door so you could enter and enters just after you.

You tell the lady working in there that you wanted to try the dress. She hands it to you carefully and you make your way to the dressing room, while Enzo makes his way to the couch, waiting for you.

You put the dress on, feeling amazing. The colour suited you, and the dresses fitted you very well.

"Are you alright in there?" Enzo asked. After a few seconds you open the curtains and he sees you with the green dress. "You look... amazing."

"You think...?"

"Absolutely!"

''Well, as long as I think that it is beautiful, I cannot take it."

"Why not?" he walks up to you.

"I told you, I don't have even half of the money to buy this..."

He nods and then he stops for a minute, thinking about something, but he keeps quite.

"I'll change clothes" you say, walking again to the dressing room, taking the dress off. You leave and hand the dress to the lady who takes it very carefully and places it on its previous place.

Enzo opens the door once again to you, letting you get out first.

"You want to get some food, perhaps?" he speaks up once you leave the store.

"Yes, please, I'm hungry." you chuckle and he lets out a little chuckle too.

[...]

After hours that went by like minutes, you both had had a great date. You talked and you learned some things about him - he didn't learn something about you that he didn't already know - you ate something and bought some candies.

That was how your saturday afternoon was spent, and you both would want to do it again. You liked the slytherin boy company, as much as he did.

He walked you to your common room again and said goodbye. He didn't ask you for another date, but that didn't passed through your mind that quick, since you would see him tomorrow.

You made your way back to your dorm, where Luna was reading her magazine. At the moment you step the foot inside the dorm, she dropps her magazine and turns to you.

"Hi Y/n, how was your date?" you take your shoes off, walking towards her and sit on the bed, telling her everything.

[...]

You and Luna were walking around the corridor, seeing boys walking up to girls and asking them to the Yule Ball. You and Luna did not had someone to go with, but you could enjoy both of your company that night.

"Do you think Lorenzo is going to ask you to go to the Yule Ball?" she asks you, when you both stopped and sat on a bench, letting the time pass by so you could go to your class.

"I don't know, why the sudden question?" you ask, noticing that she's paying attention to something else behind you.

"Because he is walking to here right now..."

You did not had time to react since you heard him right behind you. You slowly turn around and he shows you a little smile.

"Hello..."

"Hey Enzo" you smile back, thinking that he could actually invite you to go with him.

"I was thinking, do you already have someone to go to the Yule Ball?" he sits on the bench next to you.

"No... Why?"

"I was hopping you could go with me."

"I'd love too!" you smile, which makes him smile.

"Oh, and I left something on your bed."

"How did you entered my dorm?!" you ask amused.

"I have ways. See you later?"

"Yes, bye."

"Alright, see you, bye Luna." He also gives the blonde a soft smile.

You watch him as he walks away. When he is far enough, you get up.

"Where are you going?" Luna asks.

"To our dorm. See what Enzo left. You want to see too?" she nods and you both make your way back to the dorm. You enter and you see a big beige box with a baby blue bow.

"Open!" Luna says, since you were just admiring it.

You open the box and you couldn't believe. It was the dress you tried on, on your date with Enzo two days ago. It was very expensive, you could not afford half of it.

You see a note and grab it, reading it:

"Dear Y/n, I hope you like the dress, which is totally a surprise to you . And please, keep it. It's a present. And don't worry about paying it, as I said it's a present."

You smiled while reading the note. You put it down and take the dress out of the box, placing it in your wardrobe.

After everything that happened - from losing your bracelet, having someone to find it and then asking you out on a date - you could maybe say that this really was a lucky bracelet.

5th post! I did not know a better way to end it, so, I guess this was the best I could find! Enjoy 💗

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ghostfacd · 2 years ago

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YOU’RE LOSING ME! — LUKE HUGHES

— “AND I WOULDN’T MARRY ME EITHER,”

pairing; slytherin!luke x fem!hufflepuff!reader

summary; in which luke and yn are already dating, but his lack of care for their relationship is slowly making him lose her

genre; angst, miscommunication, hurt to comfort, fluff at end, hogwarts!au, black cat bf!luke + golden retriever gf!reader

author’s note; sorta part 2 to wanna be yours (you can read it before if you want for more context but it doesn’t have to be read if you don’t want to) ANYWAY, another slytherin!luke fic because i said so LOL i prob will be making this into a series filled with random imagines of him and our lovely hufflepuff yn 🫶 this fic is obviously based on “you’re losing me” by taylor swift so my fellow swifties, cry with me

✸ SLYTHERIN!LUKE MASTERLIST

“Luke you don’t get it,” you say, giving him a small glare. His eyebrows furrow at your harsh gaze, not sure why you were so upset.

“So what?” He asks, arms crossed like a child who didn’t get what they wanted, “what is the big deal here?”

“The big deal is you gave that girl your sweater!”

“She was cold YN,” Luke rubs his face tiredly, “it was nothing really, she was just shivering cold and I wasn’t going to be an asshat and let her freeze to death.”

“Jack was right there Luke,” you say, referring to the older Hughes brother who was sitting near the two of you during the Ravenclaw VS Hufflepuff Quidditch match. The girl who Luke gave his sweater to was also from Slytherin, which made you even more insecure. What if Luke liked her better? What if they related to each other more?

What if?

“Jack was busy watching the game,” Luke sighs, throwing his hands desperately down to his arms, “you know what YN? You win, fine. I’m sorry I gave that girl my sweater. Happy?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, not appreciating the passive aggressive tone your boyfriend was using on you. With a quiet sigh, you brush past him, leaving the boy silent.

For once, you wished he would come chasing after you, apologizing and not letting you go until you guys were made up. But your boyfriend was Luke Hughes—and there was no way he would do such thing. It wouldn’t be Luke Hughes of him to do so.

The next few days are radio silent from Luke, who seems to have his focus on Quidditch much more than on you. It wasn’t like this was anything new; Quidditch was one of his top priorities, so much so that you wonder if he would pick it over you in a heartbeat.

“I’m sorry Lukey,” you say as you find him inside the locker room. The other boys had all left, one of Luke’s friends, Mark, had patted you on the back and wished you a good luck.

Everybody saw the tension between you and the Slytherin star Quidditch player, but it was too awkward for anyone to mention.

He opens up his arms, letting you place your face into his chest. A few seconds later, he pushes you off gently, swinging his gym bag over his body.

“Slytherin’s having a party tonight,” he says as the two of you walk hand in hand. “Are you coming?”

“Depends,” you say, leaning closer to him, “am I invited?”

“Course you are baby,” Luke makes a stop, placing his full attention on you, “I’m sorry about yesterday okay? I really mean it when I say it was nothing between me and her. I didn’t even know she existed before the game, I only gave her the sweater because I wanted to be polite.”

You nod, hugging your boyfriend tightly as you tippy toe to place a kiss on his face.

When the sun set and the clouds were covered by the dark sky, you placed on your dress, a simple, but beautifully designed emerald green silk dress. You wanted to match with Luke’s house colors, which were a dark green.

As soon as you entered the Slytherin Common room, you were met with the smell of cigarettes and beer. In some corners, couples were making out, and in others, there was a group playing beer pong.

“Have you seen Luke?” You ask Mark, who happens to pass you as he tried to reach the alcohol.

“Oh—Luke?” He says that in such a tone that made you furrow your eyebrows deeply, wondering why he looked so guilty. “Yeah, uh, he’s in the main part of the common room.”

“Okay,” you say, starting to make your way there, but Mark pulls you back, giving you a gentle smile.

“How about you play some beer pong with us for a bit? It’ll be fun!”

You give him a small smile but shake your head. “It’s okay Mark, thank you for the invite,”

Mark sighs as he watches you go, hoping his best friend wasn’t doing anything stupid to make you cry again. He had seen the two of you fight endless amounts of time, mainly due to Luke’s stubbornness and his inability to be.. well.. good boyfriend.

Walking into where Mark said Luke would be, you could understand why he acted the way he did. There your boyfriend was, on one of the small couches, with a girl right next to him.

He was holding a red solo cup, a cliché that you’ve seen in muggle high school and college movies. She seems to keep rambling about something, giggling and twirling her hair as Luke looks the opposite direction, disinterested.

“Luke,” you say, your insecurities rising up once again.

Sure, Luke didn’t really give the girl the time of day, but she was extremely pretty, and seemed way more carefree than you were.

“You know her Lukey?” The girl asks, head leaning close to touch to his curls.

“I do,” he says, sitting up properly. “Cho, meet my girlfriend, YN.”

Cho smiles bitterly, “nice to meet you YN! I’ve heard soooo much about you.”

“Mhm,” you say, “nice to meet you too.”

“Well Lukey, I’m gonna go and say hi to Jack, see ya!” She hops off the couch, not before giving your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek.

He barely even flinches at this.

“Seriously?” You whisper out, anger fueling your body.

“What now YN?”

“You let girls be all over you and kiss you on the cheek now?”

“Oh my god, are we doing this again?” Luke stands up, discarding his solo cup somewhere in the common room. “Can we not have a good night YN?”

You scoff, “we can have a good night when I’m not treated like shit by you in this relationship, Hughes.”

Saying his last name felt like a blow to Luke’s face, making him more upset by each minute. “I don’t treat you like shit!”

“Yes you do!” You yell, exasperated. You watch as Luke tries to push his way past you, but you grab his arm, tightening your hold on him so he wouldn’t go. “Don’t you ignore me Luke!”

He looks down at your figure, his drunken daze almost fading when he sees how beautiful you looked. A green emerald dress on with your hair curled. You truly were the best thing at this party.

“Listen, I wouldn’t marry me either!” He spat out, “I told you this when we first began dating! That I was going to be a terrible boyfriend who isn’t good at comforting and communicating. You knew this right off the bat, YN! You know that I’m a pathological people pleaser!”

“I just wanted you to see me!” You cried out, tears now falling down you cheeks. “Yes, I knew what I was getting into—but all I wanted was for you to see me and love me Luke!”

Your breath hitches when you see Luke’s arm falling loosely off your grip, scared he was going to leave forever now.

Do something Luke, your brain screams. Say something.

He leaves the room, making you drop onto your knees. The pain you felt in your chest was overwhelming, accompanied by the seemingly endless tears.

Lose something, risk something Luke!

You don’t notice he re-enters the room until you feel arms wrap around you, carrying you to one of the large couches. Luke places you on his lap, a large tissue box in his hand. Using his free hand, he wipes away your tears, making sure to get the mascara that was dripping.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles into your hair, giving you a soft kiss on your head. “I know I’m not a good boyfriend and that I do stupid shit—but I promise I love you—that I see you YN. I’m trying my best here, I’ve never had someone care for me as much as you and I guess I was just afraid of love,”

You don’t say anything, just holding onto Luke’s arms that were currently embracing you.

The two of you sit in silence for the next half hour, Luke never once letting go of you as he rocks the two of you back and forth.

“Just so you know,” you say, looking up to meet Luke’s teary eyes, “I would marry you. Regardless of you being shit at showing emotions.”

This makes him laugh as he hugs you tighter, mumbling another apology into your head.

“I would gladly marry you too baby.”

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inawickedlittletown · 10 months ago

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I've Been Waiting for the Tides to Change (bucktommy one-shot)

Summary: It was itching at him, the pull that he felt towards Evan. He hadn’t been attracted to someone that quickly in a long while and the thing was that Tommy got it. He got how scary it was to come out and the bravery it took to not only admit that to yourself, but also to everyone else.

Or 7x05 from Tommy's perspective and what happens after the coffee date.

Words: 4,987

On Ao3

“How’d the date go?”

Tommy slowly put his sandwich down. He chewed on the food in his mouth, glad that it gave him time to think. Lucy dropped into the chair across from him, tearing the stem of a green apple off.

“It was good,” he said, took a sip of his water. “He’s a really interesting guy.”

Lucy smiled easily. “That’s great. Seeing him again?”

“Uh, maybe. I don’t know yet. Kinda up to him, I guess. How was your time off?”

She groaned, still playing with her apple instead of eating it. “I love my parents. Not so sure about my siblings. Either way, it always reminds me how happy I am living far away from all of them. I did hear I missed a visit from the 118.”

“I forgot you worked with them for a bit,” Tommy said.

Lucy grinned. “It was fun. They’re an interesting lot. Tight knit.”

“That they are,” Tommy said.

“I’m glad you were here to help them out,” Lucy said. “I get it, you know, I would have done it too. They’re family over there.”

She gave him a knowing look that spoke of how obvious the Chief had been about taking the credit for the whole thing. At least none of them had lost their jobs. Tommy hadn’t even given it a second thought after Chim called and then showed up five minutes later with Evan and Eddie.

“That they are,” Tommy said. He took another bite of his sandwich and wondered when he would hear from any of them again. When he would hear from Evan.

Tommy didn’t want to push. Evan was clearly still trying to figure things out and he didn’t think there was room for him in that, not when his very presence made Evan so nervous. Tommy hadn’t known for sure until Evan said it, that it was the first time he was on a date with a man — a “dude” as Evan put it. He’d suspected, but seeing him get so flustered and panicked had left Tommy with few options but to cut the date short.

He’d seen the disappointment written in Evan’s face and it had taken everything in Tommy to not offer up more than just the truth, that Evan wasn’t ready.

It was just that before Evan got in his head about it, things had been going really well.

They’d texted a little to make plans, deciding it was best to just meet up at the restaurant. Tommy had arrived a little earlier only to find Evan getting out of his uber. He’d smiled so wide when seeing Tommy, the dimple on his cheek coming through. He was so painfully gorgeous.

It hadn’t been hard to tell that Evan was a little nervous, but he was enthusiastic too. Their conversation came easy. Evan was interested in what Tommy had to say and he responded not only with questions and observations but linked it to his own train of thought. They laughed a lot, had comfortable silences that could be used for focusing on their food, and then went back to talking. All in all, it was one of the better dates that Tommy had been on. That is until Evan realized they were on a date.

Well, no, it wasn’t that he hadn’t known it was a date…as much as that he’d let himself be immersed in it. When that was suddenly broken by the arrival of the check, it had brought something else out in Evan. Nerves and worry and panic. His body had literally tensed up. Eddie appearing hadn’t helped at all, but Eddie was also as oblivious as they came. Tommy didn’t think that Eddie would have caught on even if he and Evan were holding hands across the table.

Tommy didn’t know the next move, not really. So, he decided it was better if he let Evan reach out first. It was his move. Tommy didn’t want to push and if Evan really was that bothered by the idea that he was more than just an ally, then it was for the better.

A few days later found him with Lucy headed out on a call. Med-evac.

“Hey, you didn’t say, your guy call yet?”

“He’s not out,” Tommy said because it was true and also because he didn’t want Lucy to press for details and figure out just who Tommy had gone on a date with.

“Oh,” Lucy said. “That a problem?”

Tommy didn’t answer for a moment. He focused on flying for a bit. “No,” he settled on. “It’s not a problem. It’s just muddled, I was his first date with a guy and he’s still figuring things out. I don’t want to add to everything he’s already trying to figure out.”

Lucy shot him a smile. “You’re a good one, Tommy.”

At one point in his life, Tommy hadn’t known that he would be able to talk about things like this so easily. He’d been so deep in denial, lying to himself and everyone else, and unaware that there was a light at the end of the tunnel. He liked to give himself some credit, but a lot of it also went to Hen. After she arrived at the 118, Tommy just couldn’t help but listen. Hen was loud and proud and more than anything an inspiration.

He didn’t fully embrace that part of himself until he left the 118, but he felt such a relief when he did, but also when the world didn’t fall apart. People were more accepting than anyone really realized.

When they got back to Harbor, Lucy helped him clean the chopper.

“I can tell you like him,” Lucy said. “You wouldn’t be waiting to see if he’ll reach out if you didn’t.”

“And why don’t we discuss your love life?” Tommy shot back.

“Maybe because mine isn’t as exciting right now and we’ve discussed it plenty. What happened on this date exactly?”

He eyed Lucy and then sighed. She wasn’t wrong. They did often spend a lot of time talking about her dates. At the moment she was single, but knowing Lucy it wouldn’t take long before someone caught her eye.

“Okay. So, date is going great. Good conversation. Good vibes. He’s smart. He’s funny. We’re clicking in so many ways and did I mention how adorable he is? Anyway, the whole time he’s a bit nervous, but it’s a first date that’s all normal. But I think it hit him that he was on a date with a guy and he got a little self-conscious and we’re kinda talking about it and I’m bringing up my own experiences when his best friend walks in.”

“Oh no,” Lucy said.

Tommy grimaced. “Yeah, and his friend spots us and immediately comes over with his date and his friend has no idea we’re on a date.”

“But your guy freaked out,” Lucy said.

“Yeah. Big time. Said some nonsense about us going to pick up girls, just…” he trailed off and hung his head a bit.

“Overcorrected,” Lucy filled in. “So what did you do?”

“Well, we left the restaurant and we were supposed to go to a movie, but I just couldn’t…I felt like I was pushing him into doing more than he’s ready for.”

“And you haven’t spoken to him since?”

He shook his head. “I thought about it. Checking in with him, but I don’t even know if he wants to hear from me and maybe it’s better if he takes some time to figure things out. I don’t know.”

Lucy turned to face him entirely. Her blond hair fluttered with the wind. “I get that, but if he’s as skittish as you’re saying then maybe he needs you to call first.”

It was itching at him, the pull that he felt towards Evan. He hadn’t been attracted to someone that quickly in a long while and the thing was that Tommy got it. He got how scary it was to come out and the bravery it took to not only admit that to yourself, but also to everyone else.

“I don’t know,” Tommy said.

“Hey, it’s all on you,” Lucy said.

He did think about it when he got home. Lucy did have a point that Evan might just need some prompting. Tommy did like him, he was interested in getting to know him and certainly interested in a lot more. He also had to look out for himself. As good as the date had gone, it was one date. He and Evan didn’t really know each other. A lot of what Tommy knew came from little tidbits from Eddie and Christopher. It wasn’t much to go on, and maybe it was better to end things before they went downhill.

Tommy resigned himself to not hearing from Evan. He would hear about him from Eddie, maybe even see him eventually and they might become friends or Evan might be more prepared.

So, when Evan called, Tommy almost stared at his phone too long and only just managed to pick up before the call went to voicemail.

“Evan?”

“Hi,” Evan said. He sounded breathy. “Hi, Tommy. I was…well, I was wondering if you would meet me for coffee.”

Evan sounded nervous, but also sure. He waited too long to answer, so Evan spoke again.

“If you want, I mean…I’ll understand if you don’t.”

“When?” Tommy asked.

“Is tomorrow good?” Evan sounded eager.

“Yeah, Evan. Tomorrow’s good.”

“Good. Good. Great. I’ll — I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Evan hung up and not a minute later Tommy got a text with a link to a cafe and a time. He sent back a thumbs up.

The next day, his nerves were mixed with anticipation. For a very short moment right before he arrived at the cafe, he wondered if it was a good idea. Then, he decided that of course it was. Even if all that came out of it was Evan wanting to be just friends, that was still worth seeing through.

Evan was already seated. He’d even bought Tommy coffee. He looked cute, all eager and determined. Nervous too. Tommy could see himself falling for him and that was dangerous.

The coffee tasted awful. It was coffee masked by milk and sugar. Tommy did for a moment wonder if this was Evan’s own coffee order and that was more than a little concerning.

“Seems there are a lot of things we don’t know about each other,” Evan said.

He was gorgeous, and while he was definitely right that they didn’t know each other at all, Tommy wanted to know him. He wanted to know everything about him.

“Practically everything,” Tommy said.

“Well I — I would like to change that,” Evan said and he looked right at Tommy. “First, I need to apologize for the way I behaved the other night.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he was quick to say because in Tommy’s eyes he didn’t.

“No, I — I do,” Evan said and he was so serious. Earnest.

“No,” Tommy repeated, shaking his head a little and hoping that Evan got where Tommy had been coming from. “I didn’t cut things short because you behaved badly. I did it because I didn’t want to pressure you.”

“Still the way I reacted was not my proudest moment.”

“Noted.”

“Uh, so you said before, um, that…that you don’t think I’m ready,” Evan said and the nervous energy was back.

Tommy braced himself because this was the moment when Evan made a decision. He would shut down anything romantic between them or he would ask Tommy to wait or he would—

“And the truth is I don’t know what I’m ready for, but I am ready for something and I think maybe that something could be with you.”

He couldn’t tell if Evan was saying it in some effort to convince Tommy or what, but the way he looked at him was so hopeful. There was confidence there too, like Evan was embracing that it was okay not to know and it was also okay to be honest and hopeful.

“You already know that I’m interested,” Tommy said.

He would take whatever pace Evan wanted to set…would do whatever Evan wanted. It was scary how invested he was in it already and this something that Evan wanted hadn’t even been defined.

Tommy didn’t expect for Evan to jump right in with, “Come with me to my sister’s wedding.”

He laughed in surprise. “What?”

Evan barreled on. “I want you to be my date at my sister’s wedding.”

Tommy didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know how he was supposed to handle that. It had been barely a week since they kissed and even less than that since their date where Evan had babbled on in a feeble attempt to cover up for something Eddie hadn’t even suspected. And now he wanted Tommy to be his date at his sister’s wedding.

“Evan,” he said and he meant it to come out incredulous.

“Come on,” Evan said. “I’m serious. Listen, you…you already know half the people there and…and she wants to meet you.”

He’d told her about him. Evan had told his sister about him and probably so much more. Come out to her, maybe. Discussed his feelings and his new found identity. Told her about Tommy which was…wow. This wasn’t at all what Tommy had expected. In for a penny, in for a pound and all that. Evan did nothing by halves.

“Are you absolutely sure about this?”

Evan was smiling. He wasn’t rushing into this without thinking, or at least he was doing an amazing job at faking that he hadn’t just asked Tommy on a whim.

“Yes, I’m sure. There’s going to be free food and I need someone to dance with.”

“Okay”

“Yeah?” Evan asked with just a tinge of surprise as if he had somehow still expected Tommy to put up a fight

“Yeah,” Tommy said.

“Okay, great,” Evan said and he was quite literally shinning.

Evan was amazing. His face was open and happy and when his hand came to rest atop Tommy’s, he felt himself go warm. Evan’s thumb was moving over his fingers and he placed his other hand over Evan’s, cradling it there and feeling such a deep connection with this gorgeous boy who was so brave and so wonderful and who didn’t seem to care one bit that they were in a very public place holding hands across a table.

“So,” Evan said, “and this is very important, how do you take your coffee?”

Tommy chuckled. “Medium roast black with cinnamon and two sugars.”

“Noted,” Evan said. He was still smiling.

“You told your sister about me.”

His cheeks flushed pink. In the light of day it was glorious.

“I didn’t mean to,” Evan admitted. “I started off by telling her that I’d lied to Eddie while I was on a date and then I slipped with the pronoun. Didn’t even catch it until she pointed it out. But it felt…it felt good once she knew. Maddie’s great, she’s going to love you.”

Tommy couldn’t quite believe how quickly Evan had gone from a nervous wreck, to talking to a family member about being into men.

Evan did frown a little, then. “I, uh, I also told Eddie.”

Maddie was one thing. Telling Eddie…that was — after the lengths that Evan had gone to throw Eddie off, Tommy almost hadn’t expected it. Of course, Eddie would be at the wedding…all of Evan’s firehouse and probably other family and Evan wanted him there at his side, he wanted to dance with him. He didn’t just want Tommy as a friend, he wanted him as his date and he didn’t care at all how loud it would be for anyone that didn’t already know.

“He was a little shocked, but it went alright,” Buck said. “He’s…he’s the one that told me I should call you.”

“I should thank him, then,” Tommy said.

Evan shrugged. “He might be a bit busy.”

“Right, his girlfriend was moving in.”

“And is now moving back out,” Evan said. “Are you…do you have anything going on today?”

Tommy shook his head. “Not until later. I’ve got an overnight shift. Why?”

“Well,” Evan said, “I’d really like to keep hanging out with you.”

“Alright,” Tommy said and couldn’t help but smile. “Do you have anything in mind?”

Evan tilted his head to the left. “I do, actually.”

Evan’s idea turned out to be the California Science Center. Tommy hadn’t expected it, but then it seemed like Evan was out to surprise him. Evan drove them and it gave Tommy time to admire him. He looked good behind the wheel of a car, especially when his hand was shifting gears and Tommy could trace his tendons with his eyes. He really was gorgeous.

Tommy noticed the signs for the Science Center as they approached it.

“Really?”

Buck’s cheeks pinked. “There’s a new exhibit,” he said.

Tommy had never been into museums or art shows or any of that stuff. The last time he’d probably stepped foot in one — other than a call back when he was with the 118 — was some field trip with school. He didn’t think he’d ever even been to the California Science Center.

“On what?” Tommy asked, curious.

“Da Vinci,” Evan said after they’d parked. When he turned to look at Tommy he looked a bit deflated, as if he could tell that Tommy wasn’t all that excited.

“I’m getting this all wrong again, aren’t I,” Evan said.

Tommy shook his head at once. “No. No, you’re not. Now come on, Da Vinci, you say, was he the one that cut off his ear?”

Evan laughed. “No, Tommy. As far as I know he had both his ears at death. That was Van Gogh. And hey, now I know one more thing about you.”

“What’s that?”

“Art isn’t your thing. It isn’t really mine either, to be clear.”

“If it isn’t your thing, then, why—” Tommy motioned towards the building they were walking towards.

Evan looked amused more than anything, his lips tilted up and his eyes squinting a little in the sun.

“I like science,” Evan said. There was wonder in his eyes that remained even when he stopped just outside the door of the building to turn to look directly at Tommy. “And when I saw this exhibit, it made me think of you.”

“Me?” He said, more than a little shocked.

Evan nodded. “Aviation,” he said. “Da Vinci’s flying machine. I think he called it an ornithopter.”

And that…that was incredibly sweet. He didn’t say it outloud, but it was possible that his face said it all considering how wide Evan smiled back at him.

“Come on,” Evan said and he grabbed Tommy’s hand, pulling him towards the door.

Tommy’s mind went blank. He felt the calluses on Evan’s fingers, knew his own hands held some too. Evan’s hands were solid, and his hold was gentle but sure. Tommy hadn’t held hands with too many people, not like this. He barely noticed getting inside or Evan leading him past the lobby and towards the Da Vinci exhibit.

“Here it is,” Evan said.

It was some kind of flying bicycle thing and it was sort of amazing. Not because it could have ever flown, but because Tommy could see that there had been a lot of thought and imagination put to the creation of it.

Tommy had never experienced a museum quite like his experience with Evan. None of it was boring. There was plenty to look at within the Da Vinci exhibit. After the ornithopter there was the aerial screw and Tommy knew machinery — he especially knew helicopters and he could tell readily enough where other inventors had taken these ideas and improved on them until they arrived at something that could actually fly.

Evan had facts to add to the information on the placards, he got animated as he explained something that was so random and yet connected to whatever display they were in front of that Tommy was sure more than one person had assumed he was some kind of guide. He was brilliant and amazing and Tommy never wanted to stop looking at him.

They didn’t hold hands the whole time, but they stood so close that their shoulders were always brushing. They were unmistakably together. Evan showed not one ounce of caring for who might notice, not even when some eyes stayed on them long enough to show some disdain.

When Evan wasn’t looking at a display or gushing facts out, his attention was on Tommy. They got to know each other and the more that he discovered about Evan, the more he liked him.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Evan asked when they were on their way out.

“I did.”

Evan ducked his head. “Good. Thought maybe you wouldn’t.”

“I think it’s all down to the company,” Tommy said. “This wouldn’t have been nearly as fun if I didn’t have you as my guide.”

He blushed so pretty. Tommy hoped that it would never stop happening.

“Good second date,” Evan said.

“I don’t believe it’s over yet,” Tommy said.

“No?” Evan asked, still smiling and still blushing.

“How about some lunch, Evan?”

When Tommy had agreed to coffee, he hadn’t known he’d be spending most of the day with Evan. It was a good thing he didn’t have any other plans, although come to think of it he would have probably canceled them.

“Sounds like a plan,” Evan said.

An hour later they were seated across from each other. Evan was telling him about all the time he’d spent driving around the country when he was younger and Tommy was enthralled.

“I was searching for somewhere to belong,” Evan said. “I never quite fit with my parents. Once Maddie was out of the house it got even harder and then she got me out…and I just kept moving until I stepped foot in the 118.”

Tommy nodded. It was funny, the timing of things. Tommy had left and Evan had taken his spot essentially. He didn’t know if Evan had put that together, not that it really mattered. Tommy had always aimed to get back in the air, he had no regrets about leaving or where it had led him. He did wonder about what he would have made of Evan if he had been there while he was rookie. It wouldn’t have been this, that’s for certain.

“It’s so different over there now,” Tommy said.

“It didn’t come easy,” Evan said. “I was such a dumb kid. Bobby fired me.”

Tommy laughed and he was reminded of Sal. “What did you do?”

Evan expressed himself with his whole body. He ducked his head and his hands were up as if ready to form the explanation.

“It — it doesn’t matter,” Evan said, his words coming out stuttered and quick and a blush rising on his cheeks. “Point is that we’ve come a long way.”

Tommy eyed him. Whatever it was, he was obviously not proud of it and Tommy wouldn’t press despite his curiosity. One day maybe Evan would tell him.

When they were done, they fought over the check.

“You paid last time,” Evan said.

“You paid at the exhibit,” Tommy said. They were each holding an end of the little black book. “And you got the coffee this morning.”

“You didn’t even drink it,” Evan said.

Tommy pulled the book towards him. Evan narrowed his eyes.

“If you let me pay this time, then you can take care of our next date,” Tommy said.

Evan’s cheeks went pink. His grip slacked. “Our next date?”

Tommy put the book on his lap. “I know you asked me to your sister’s wedding, but I’d like to see you before then, Evan.”

Evan nodded. Tommy slipped his credit card in the slot.

They had left his car back by the cafe, and Evan insisted on driving him back instead of letting him take an uber. When Tommy tried to make a point for how it wasn’t necessary, Evan just shook his head.

“I don’t want to end this yet,” Evan said.

Tommy found he agreed with him, but Tommy knew that the anticipation for the next time he saw Evan would hold him over. When Evan got out of the car before Tommy could after they parked, he didn’t expect to be walked to his truck.

“This day was amazing,” Evan said.

“It really was,” Tommy said.

Evan was smiling, eyes ducked down to the ground. When he looked up again, he seemed to have come to a conclusion. “Can I—”

“What?” Tommy asked.

Evan inhaled a breath. “I just…I’d like to kiss you again.”

Oh. Evan’s tongue dipped out from between his lips, and then it was gone again. He was red and his eyes were blown wide.

“Yes,” Tommy breathed. He shifted closer.

Evan’s hand was shaking when it touched his cheek, but Tommy leaned into it and Evan’s thumb moved over his skin, leaving a trail of fire. Their eyes were locked into each other and Tommy could get lost in that blue. He felt Evan’s breath on his skin and Tommy had to restrain himself from leaving in, letting Evan do it instead. It was chaste, similar to the first kiss and yet when their lips brushed together, it sparked something. He wanted to push closer, to lick into Evan’s mouth and taste him. Instead he settled for touching Evan’s chest. He could feel how wildly his heart was beating as his hand climbed up to Evan’s neck, touching the warm soft skin.

When Tommy stepped back, Evan almost seemed to chase him. Tommy chuckled between them and it took everything not to grasp Evan and kiss him again.

“I’ll see you soon, Evan.”

“Stay safe tonight,” Evan responded.

When he got to work some hours later, Tommy couldn’t keep the smile off his face. Lucy noticed it immediately and she cornered him.

“Spill,” she said.

“He called. We went for coffee this morning and spent the whole day together.”

She made a noise of excitement. “The whole day! That’s great.”

“It is. He’s amazing, Lucy. Evan is…he’s everything I’ve always dreamed of and never knew was out there.”

“Evan is it,” Lucy said, a glint in her eye. “Didn’t you say he wasn’t out?”

Tommy froze. “Uh, turns out his closet was badly constructed. He, uh, he asked me to a wedding.”

Lucy was staring at him, mouth agape. “Wait, wait, wait, back up, Kinard, you’ve hardly been on a second date and you’re already going to a wedding with him. Last time we spoke you thought he wasn’t even going to call and…wow, this is—”

“I know,” Tommy said.

Maybe he should have been more concerned about it, but Tommy found that he wasn’t. It was about him and Evan, and Evan was clearly comfortable with bringing him along as a date otherwise he wouldn’t have asked. And somehow, Tommy just knew that if things did somehow go wrong, that they would get through it.

“That’s a lot of pressure,” Lucy said. “Meeting the family and his friends, I’d assume.”

“It helps that I know a lot of his friends already,” Tommy said and it was exactly what Evan had said to him.

“Evan,” Lucy repeated and Tommy saw it the moment realization hit. “Not Evan Buckley? You’re…Tommy, tell me you’re not dating Buck.”

“I can’t. I am.”

The shock went right into laughter, loud and ridiculous laughter in a way that Lucy rarely ever laughed.

“Wow,” she said and she was still laughing. “I — wow…this makes so much sense.”

“What does?”

“All of it. Him. You. Your first date. The wedding.”

Tommy stared at her waiting for elaboration, but it seemed that she was still processing.

“What about it?” Tommy asked, when he couldn’t wait any longer.

“It’s just that I know you, and I know him, and I can see it. You two together, it could work if neither of you get in your own way. You care about him, and while I didn’t expect him to be into men, that makes sense too.”

Tommy couldn’t help his smile. Lucy’s however faded and she looked a little more serious.

“There’s something I should tell you,” she said.

“What is it?”

Lucy regarded him for a long moment. “I’m saying this for the sake of transparency. Buck and I kissed once.”

“Oh,” Tommy said.

She grimaced. “We were very drunk. This shouldn’t change anything for you two, this is about us. I didn’t want to keep that from you and I’m sure Buck will tell you, just like I’m telling you, it meant nothing and nothing ever happened after.”

Tommy had no right to judge. They hadn’t really talked past relationships, but he got the sense that Buck hadn’t had the best luck in that department. They were the same that way. Whatever had happened between him and Lucy was in the past.

“He’s a good kisser, isn’t he?” Tommy asked.

Lucy’s smile returned. She looked relieved. “From what I can remember, yes. I get it, Tommy, man’s hot.”

“Yes, he is.”

He was more than that too. So much more. Tommy already loved everything that he knew so far and that was just the surface.

“When are you seeing him again?” Lucy asked.

“Soon.”

“And you can’t wait, can you,” Lucy said.

His face probably said it all. A whole day he’d spent with Evan and he was ready to see him again already. It was going to be far too easy to fall for him, it was as scary as it was exciting and Tommy was ready for it.

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Ahem, yes it is I! So an idea literally bashed me in the face and I couldn't help but think 'Oh this is an interesting idea!' What if different versions Transformers have this crossover (Bayverse, T.F.P., T.F.A., GEN 1, Knightverse which is one of my favourites because of Charlie and Bumblebee or any other universes you're familiar with it) where T.F.P.'s groundbridge malfunctioned (probably Wheeljack and Bulkhead) The reader works in the T.F.P. universe Ratchet's assistant and they're his guardian on top of that. Of course, instead of sending them to a desired location the groundbridge ended up locating them in a different dimension... it was Bayverse's while the other dimensions were already there and T.F.P. just lands there last. Just complete and utter silence until Miko says something. You can tell how shit went downhill from there, but let's pretend no one dies for the sake of it all. My dearest reader and T.F.P. O.P. are dating but also not dating; they're just orbiting one another while being friends and T.F.P.'s O.P. is just content and not necessarily talkative but just sweet with the reader. Always carrying them around and so on. Of course, the other universes notice that. Jazz from Gen 1 is just smirking in that damn corner and all versions of Prowl wondering why is their lives are like this. It doesn't help that T.F.P.'s Ratchet has been tired of seeing these two idiots being in love and not doing shit about it. Obviously, the other O.P. versions caught on and the reactions... varied. Surprise, to utter.. confusion and curiosity to completely just wondering if there is a reader on their Earth. You can always add in anything you wish; I really love bantering amongst the others too! AND IRONHIDE'S REACTIONS TOO-

Multiverse to Bayverse (Transformers Multiverse/ TMV)

Will probably edit it later for typos lol

(Bayverse, Animated, Prime, Earthspark, Gen 1)

Various! Optimus Primes X Reader

Ratchet noticed something was wrong with the groundbridge when it started growing a weird yellowish color. Before anyone could say anything, a wave covered all of them in golden light.

June, who walked in with popcorn, looked around the room in question. “Uh, guys?”

You all landed on the harsh ground, and heard a voice. Before you could hit the ground, Optimus caught you in his servos.

We all looked up to see a large group of around twenty Cybertronians. There was complete silence in the room as everyone looked at eachother, when Miko chimes in. “Uh, why are there like five Optimus Primes? Raise of hands if you’re secretly another Optimus.”

Everyone gave her a deadpan look when you realized quickly that you were not in your Optimus’ servos. You looked up to see an almost cartoonish looking bot, smiling sheepishly down at you.

“Uh, hi. I’m Optimus Prime, nice to meet you.”

You squinted at him, and looked around the room. “Okay so I assume that this has to do with the groundbridge explosion- or I’m in a weird dream.”

The four Optimus Primes that were new to you looked at you in confusion. “Groundbridge?” Two chime in.

“Uh… yeah. A scaled down version of the space bridge. Ratchet engineered it to transport everyone anywhere on Earth- we couldn’t have anything as high-scale as a space bridge because we lack the energon for it.”

“Well why don’t you just use oil?” A voice sounds.

You all look over to a green bot. “Bulkhead?” Arcee asked.

“Uh, yeah- how do you know my name?”

Your Bulkhead made his way forward to inspect the other one. At the same time both Bulkheads showed their wrecking ball hand. “Woah! Twins!” Both of them said at the same time.

“Bulk, please never do that again,” Miko looked at them in joking fear. “You remind me of the twins from that one horror movie.”

“Aww come on Miko! It’s not everyday you meet, well, yourself!” Bulkhead grumbled.

“Can we focus on the situation, please?” A gray mech asked. They looked strikingly like Megatron. The next second, almost everyone in the room had their guns trained on him.

He quickly backed up with his hands above his heads. One Optimus stood in front of him, hands up. “Woah, this Megatron is an autobot now! He’s alright.”

Everyone squinted or glared at him. Generation One’s Optimus didn’t back down. “I can’t speak for anyone else, but I know for certain that I’m not cool with Megatron being here.”

You turned to him, gaping. “Did you just say ‘cool’? What?”

Jazz laughed aloud. “Yeah, that’s Op for ya! He just started learning Earth slang from Spike!”

“Alright, enough!” All of the Ratchets shouted at once. Everyone looked at them. A good eighty percent of the room burst into giggles or tried their best to stop that urge.

“Looks like no matter what dimension you go to, Ratchet’s always the same.” Wheeljack said. A chorus of varied agreements sounded through the room, making the renowned grouches grumble.

Soon enough, you all began figuring out how you were all there. It was pretty much the same for everyone- one way or another, a yellow light ran over them.

You all started constructing various groundbridges in hopes that it could somehow send you home.

You often hung out with your Prime, making everyone else curious about your relationship. You could almost always be seen on his shoulder or in his servo. You almost never walked anywhere.

It was pretty obvious to everyone- except a few of the younger bots like animated Bumblebee and Knightverse Bumblebee.

Bayverse Prime (with his never ending confidence) was the first to approach you. “Hello, (Y/N). Would you like to go on a walk with me?” He held his hand out. You stepped onto his hand and sat down.

As he made his way out of base, everyone watched you two. Primeverse Optimus couldn’t help but feel a pang in his chest as you both walked out. He knew that he didn’t have a right to feel that way- you two weren’t even together. Not yet, at least.

Everyone noticed the look on his face even though he himself didn’t.

All of the Ratchets had the same thought: ‘Primes (Derogatory)’.

Optimus from the Animated universe was confused. He was normally pretty in tune with his emotions, and he doesn’t see why Prime Optimus doesn’t just ask you out. He’d been trying to subtly hint at that, but Prime Optimus was somehow oblivious. Animated Optimus also wondered if you existed in his universe- you were very charming and, he’s embarrassed to say, cute.

G1 Optimus teased your Optimus on the subject. He always mentioned how back in his day he was a spark breaker. Earthspark Optimus always tried to scold G1 Optimus for his behaviors, but then G1 Jazz would join in on the teasing so he’d have to chase both of them around.

Earthspark Optimus would comfort him, trying to encourage him gently to follow his spark. While he’ll never understand the attraction to a human, he believes that it’s not really his business. Even Earthspark Megatron gave fairly good advice to the other bot.

Bayverse Ironhide sort of agreed with their advice- but also warned the Prime. “If you wait too long, they’ll find another. Make something of yourself, Prime!”

You both stopped at a pond and he sat down on the ground. He placed you gently next to him as he threw seeds into the water. You both watched as fish swam to the surface and bobbed up and down to try and snag a treat.

“Are you and my counterpart… together?”

A flushed look covered your face as you snapped your head towards him. “Wh-n- I-” You covered your face with your hands. “No, we aren’t together.”

“Ah. I see.” Bayverse Optimus had a lot more experience with this sort of thing. “So you have feelings for him, then?”

Your face got impossibly warmer and simply nodded. “We haven’t been dating so to say… but we’re really close. I would just never have the guts to… you know.”

Bayverse Optimus merely nodded at you and left you at the pond by yourself. When he got back into the base he and Ironhide grabbed the Prime by his arms and began dragging him off. The other Primes and Ratchets knew exactly what was going on and followed.

When they got into a more secluded room of the base, they set him down and pushed him into a chair. Primeverse Optimus was confused and a little anxious as the many bots surrounded him.

“When are you going to ask them out?” G1 Optimus teased.

Primverse merely shook his head. “I don’t think that is a good idea at the moment. There’s a war go-”

“Oh stop being a fragging boltbrain!” Bayverse Ratchet yelled.

“They have been waiting for you to ask them out for months now!” Primeverse Ratchet yelled.

His eyes widened at that knowledge. “I don’t know.”

“Fine, I guess I’ll go ask the lil’ lady on a date then.” Jazz began to strut out of the room when Optimus shouted for him to stop.

“What should I say?” Primeverse Optimus questioned.

“Alright, so here’s what you say.”

While you were at the pond, a gathering of girls and femme bots surrounded you.

“So he still hasn’t asked you out yet?!” The Arcees were shocked.

“Yeah, you’d think he would have by now, right?” Their counterpart from Primeverse shook her head. “I think he’s just worried about the war.”

Miko threw her hands over her head. “So?! He needs to get the girl!”

Your hands were holding your face yet again. Prowl gently laid a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, (Y/N). Good things come in time- and some bots,” he glared at everyone else, “Shouldn’t rush it.”

You smiled up at the ninjabot. “Thanks, Prowl.”

He smiled back, though irritated at the situation. Some bots were so nosy and loud. They always had to get into everything and couldn’t leave well enough alone.

Suddenly you were swept up by Jazz, who yelled out “Sorry, I’m borrowing the lil’ lady!” Prowl facepalmed as the girls cheered.

You and Optimus were shoved into a room together. The large bot offered a hand to you which you stepped onto. He raised you up to eye level.

“I” He paused to get his words together. “I have had feelings for you for a while. I know that we’ve been friends for a while, and just friends. I have no clue if you share the sa-”

“If you’re asking me out, the answer is yes.” You planted a shy kiss on his faceplate. The Prime’s cheeks grew a flushed blue. Suddenly confetti streamers fell on the two of you. You both looked up to see Miko, Animated Bee, and Sari in the rafters. A bucket fell on Optimus’ head which made the rafter bound group wince.

“Uh.. congrats?” Bumblebee quickly grabbed the other two kids and bolted.

You and Optimus chuckled as he brought you up to his faceplate for another kiss.

ALTERNATIVE ENDING:

You and Optimus were shoved into a room together. The large bot offered a hand to you which you stepped onto. He raised you up to eye level. “I-” he paused to get his words together. “Well, my name is Optimus Prime, yo! The other primes are my friends, yo! Uh-huh, they told me everything.”

You looked up at Optimus in confusion, about to say something when he continued.

“And I like you a lot, yo!”

Outside the door, everyone looked at Jazz with glares. He just shrugged as a grin pulled at his face. "What? I’m sure it will work.”

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in1-nutshell · 11 months ago

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Hello, how are you?

Can I get a TFA request?

A gender neutral bot Buddy who is Bumblebee's twin sibling and who ends up dating Prowl later on?

Bumblebee and his twin look exactly the same, same body-type, same paint job, they even have the same alt mode.

However, you can tell who is who by watching how they act, Bumblebee is loud and outgoing while Buddy is quiet and introverted around anyone who isn't Bumblebee or Bulkhead.

"Buddy" is not their original designation, their designation used to be "2.0", they changed it to Buddy because Sari called them that one time and they ended up loving it so much that they urged the rest of the team to start calling them that.

Also, when Buddy Bumblebee and Bulkhead met prowl, Buddy slowly approached him kinda like-

Buddy: Hey.

Prowl: …

Buddy: Are you… okay?

Prowl: Do you mind?

Buddy: Oh! You are alive!

Buddy thinks that Prowl is very cool and has a tiny crush on him.

Prowl didn't mind Buddy that much in the beginning, he just saw them as the calmer twin.

However, the more he got to know them, the more he wanted get closer to them.

Yeah, Prowl also has a tiny crush on Buddy.

I think this become too long so I'm gonna cut the request here.

I will the send you the second part soon!

I can just see Buddy explaining to people and bots on the daily that they aren't Bumblebee. They are exhausted.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy who's Bumblebee's twin

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Hinted romance, Cybertronian reader

TFA

It was hard having a twin like Bumblebee.

It’s not that they didn’t love him, they loved him to bits.

It’s the problems that always seemed to follow him around.

Being from the same protoform mold, same horn, and even the same paintjob; mix ups were bound to happen.

The best way to figure out which twin was which was to listen to them.

Their twin was loud, extroverted, and much more sociable.

They on the other hand were much quieter, calmer, and less of a chatter box.

Thankfully their twin took responsibility for most of his mistakes.

Most of his mistakes.

How their twin managed to rope them into coming to the Autobot bootcamp was beyond them.

They knew they weren’t going to end up in the Elite Guard or even in the bootcamps.

They didn’t even want to be in the Elite Guard, that was their twins’ dream, not theirs.

But being too loyal twin they were, they followed.

They ended up getting recruited to being one of the maintenance bots for the bootcamps.

It wasn’t the ideal job or position, but at least they would be a bit closer to their twin. The job mainly required them to clean around and occasionally fix ships that would head out for space bridge repairs. If they were lucky enough, they would head out to space with the repair crew in case something went wrong.

Their twin didn’t like being away from him, but he managed to convince himself that this could be a good thing.

He was going to make top marks, letting him have some more freedom to roam around and then have more time to spend with them.

Full proof.

His twin slapped him upside down his helm when they heard his logic.

Everything was going great for him until he met Bulkhead and got his name.

It’s not like he didn’t like him, it was just that he didn’t want to associate himself with the guy so he wouldn’t look bad.

Sentinel was already bad enough; he didn’t want to add to the list.

He did end up meeting his twin a couple of times for cleaning duty though.

That’s where they got to meet Bulkhead.

Bumblebee’s twin waves nervously as the larger green mech waves enthusiastically.

“Woah! Bumblebee look it’s another you!”--Bulkhead

“That’s not another me Bulkhead! That’s my twin!”--Bumblebee

“Bumblebee?”

Bumblebee flinched a bit but quickly covers it up with a chuckle.

“Yeah, that’s my new name now. Hey, weren’t you going to get named today?”--Bumblebee

His twin nods a bit.

“Oh, cool what’s your name?”--Bumblebee

“…2.0”—2.0

“What?”--Bumblebee

“That’s my new name now. 2.0”—2.0

“Oh… but it could be worse right?”--Bumblebee

2.0 huffs a bit.

“I guess it can.”—2.0

Bulkhead reaches their servo and shakes it.

“Well nice to meet you then 2.0! I hope we can be best friends like me and Bumblebee!”--Bulkhead

2.0 smiles at him and shakes back.

“I hope that we can be friends too—”—2.0

“2.0! I thought you were going to clean my office! Or do I have to name you Maintenance bot!”--Sentinel

2.0 flinches at the loud noise.

“Was that…”--Bulkhead

“Sentinel Prime? Yep…”—2.0

“He named you? But I thought your boss was supposed to do that.”--Bumblebee

“He was but after a little ‘discussion with Sentinel Prime… he got the rights to name me…”—2.0

Bumblebee’s servos clenched.

2.0 quickly holds his servo.

“Please don’t do anything dumb for me? Please?”-2.0

He looks angry but eventually lets it go.

For his twin’s sake.

After that talk, 2.0 wouldn’t see Bumblebee again for the rest of the month due to their schedules being more demanding on cleaning and repairs.

Soon enough 2.0 was going to be sent out on their very first field repair with their new team.

Imagine their surprise when they saw Bumblebee and Bulkhead’s names on the roster.

“Bumblebee! Bulkhead!”—2.0

Both bots turn around to see 2.0 come towards them.

Bulkhead happily waves at them.

Bumblebee shrinks a bit seeing some fore behind though soft optics.

Optimus and Ratchet look at the two smaller yellow bots.

“…What?”--Optimus

2.0 looks at the newer bots and quickly goes over to them.

“Hello there. I’m 2.0 and I’ll be your maintainer and ships repair bot.”—2.0

Ratchet looks at them and Bumblebee.

“Definitely a lot quieter than the other one.”--Ratchet

“Hey!”--Bumblebee

The older pair quickly found the difference between the twins, much to their relief.

They didn’t know if they could handle two Bumblebee’s.

The day they met Prowl was memorable.

It was 2.0 and Bee who got the cyberninja’s attention and had convinced him to come with them.

2.0 found themselves gravitating more to Prowl than anyone else on the ship.

Not that they didn’t like their team.

2.0 already hung out a lot with their twin and Bulkhead whether on duty or not, much to some of the team’s dismay.

But didn’t mean that they would join the two in their shenanigans.

2.0 looking at their twin and Bulkhead with arm’s crossed.

Prowl is right next to them mirroring the same stance.

Both of them had somehow gotten intangled in Bulkhead’s wreckingball wires.

“…”—2.0 and Prowl

“I know this may look bad—”--Bumblebee

“Understatement of the year.”--Prowl

“—But wouldn’t you like to hear how we got into this and get us out?”--Bumblebee

2.0 raising an optic.

Bumblebee doing his best puppy dog eyes.

“That won’t work on me Bumblebee. Try again.”2.0

“Please 2.0?”—Bulkhead

2.0 looks at Prowl and sighs tiredly.

“…Fine. But I’m doing this for Bulkhead.”—2.0

2.0 starts getting their tools out to fix this mess.

“Wait why just him? I’m your twin!”--Bumblebee

“Yeah you are, but I also know that he got literally roped into this mess because of you. Prowl, mind holding this wire for me?”—2.0

Prowl sighs but holds the wire as 2.0 starts loosening the pair.

“I hate you.”--Bumblebee

“Love you too Bee.”—2.0

2.0 got along well with Optimus.

Being the default leader of the group, 2.0 did have to report to him a lot of the time.

They often saw the poor bot looking stress and they made it their mission to help him with that invisible weight on his chassis.

“Hey Prime.”—2.0

Optimus looking up from his history videos.

“2.0. Is there something wrong?”--Optimus

2.0 just takes a seat next to him.

“Nope, well not yet at least, you seemed a little lonely and looked like you could use a friend.”—2.0

“I’m perfectly fine 2.0.”--Optimus

2.0 raises their optic at him.

“No one is ‘perfectly fine’. But I do get it if you don’t want to talk about it. I just want to be there for my friends, even if its as small as a conversation.”—2.0

“We aren’t having a conversation.”--Optimus

“We are talking back and forth. This is a conversation, checkmate Prime.”—2.0

Optimus sighs a bit, but a little smile does peak out.

“You’re usually hanging out with Prowl by this time, something show up?”—Optimus

2.0 shrugs a bit.

“He thought I was Bumblebee and kicked me out. I’m just waiting till he realizes his mistake.”—2.0

“Really?”--Optimus

“Give him a few minutes, that’s how long it usually takes him to realize.”—2.0

Ratchet and 2.0 had grown a special type of bond.

It had formed while looking through the ships wires making sure that everything was running smoothly.

Some things were some hidden stories that popped up, but never explored more in depth.

2.0 under one of the panels as Ratchet was in charge of handing them the tools.

“These circuit breakers need some replacing soon. These are as old as the war.”—2.0

Ratchet huffs a bit.

“It’s not that old.”--Ratchet

Buddy raises their optic at this comment but ignores it.

“Pass me the wrench, I need to bust some of these—”—2.0

“You will be doing now such thing to him!”--Ratchet

“…”—2.0 and Ratchet

2.0 rolls out from the panel and gives him a sad smile.

“This isn’t your first time on this ship, isn’t it?”—2.0

Ratchet huffs but doesn’t answer.

“If it makes you feel any better, I just the wrench to hold a screen in place while I run some diagnostics. Nothing major, just want to make sure the ship doesn’t stop on us while we’re outside the ports.”—2.0

“…Fine, but be careful with him.”--Ratchet

2.0 smiles and gives him a thumbs up before going back into the panel.

Ratchet smiles when they go back into the panel.

Prowl comes into the room.

“Ratchet have you seen 2.0?”--Prowl

2.0 pops out of the panels.

“Hi Prowl! What can I do for ya?”—2.0

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for kicking you out of my room.”--Prowl

Ratchet raising an optic to the both of them.

2.0 takes time to clarify.

“He thought I was Bumblebee and kicked me out.”—2.0

Ratchet nods.

“The kid can get annoying.”--Ratchet

“Yeah, and I forgive you Prowl. It’s a common mistake.”—2.0

Prowl was different from the rest.

He was one of the quieter and calmer souls on the ship.

Prowl did find 2.0 annoying at first.

Mainly because he thought that Bumblebee had come over to mess around.

It took a while for him to finally tell apart which twin was which from a glance.

Their personalities were like night and day, but physically that was the challenge.

2.0 and Bumblebee standing side by side in front of Prowl.

“What are they doing?”--Optimus

“The kid is trying to see if Prowl can figure out which twin is which after being blindfolded.”--Ratchet

“Good luck with that. Unless one of them talks, there’s no telling—”--Bulkhead

Prowl points at 2.0

“2.0.”--Prowl

“How?!”--Bulkhead

“Lucky guess, next time we’ll get you!”--Bumblebee

Timeskip to after Starscream’s attack and Optimus reviving again

To everyone’s surprise, Sari was the first person to tell the twins apart after the first mistake.

Of course, no one had ever got it the first time, but second time was a first.

“So, your name is 2.0?”--Sari

“Yep. I’m Bumblebee’s twin.”—2.0

“2.0 doesn’t suit you.”--Sari

2.0’s shoulder sag a bit.

“Yeah, but that’s the name they gave me.”—2.0

“But what if we gave you a new name?”--Sari

“A new name?”—2.0

“Yeah!”--Bumblebee

Bumblebee throws an enthusiastic arm around his twin’s shoulder.

“That sounds great! What do you think?”--Bumblebee

“Let’s give it a shot.”—2.0

“Oh how about—“--Bumblebee

“Buddy!”--Sari

All the bots look at Sari.

“What? They are super friendly, and they look like they would be nicknamed Buddy. So why not Buddy.”--Sari

“That has to be the—”--Bumblebee

2.0 carefully holds Sari up smiling.

“—The greatest thing ever! Everyone! My new name is now Buddy!”--Buddy

“But—”--Bumblebee

“Buddy! I like the sound of it.”--Buddy

The team was fine with the change in the end.

Sure, there were a few hiccups here and there but the name 2.0 soon left everyone’s minds when they thought about them.

Sari was also thinking about giving Buddy a new paint job in the future.

Maybe something Prowl might like…

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfa x reader #tfa x platonic reader #tfa optimus prime #tfa bumblebee #tfa ratchet #tfa bulkhead #tfa prowl

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